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cursingtoji · 2 months ago

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cw: band au, rockstar!geto x groupie!gf, slight manipulation?, car sex, oral. a/n: geto deserves a loser gf too. gojo version nanami version

geto who has a rock band and though they’re quite small they already have a #1 fan: you.

the band is all you talk about, going to the point of making your own shirts and posters, you doodle the bands logo everywhere and, most importantly you don't miss a single concert.

by the end of it you're waiting next to the back door of the pub when the band comes out, as soon as you see suguru you call his name extending your little gift bag.

"woah for me? thanks, doll." he takes your chin and gives your glossy lips a peck that makes your heartbeat spike up and your face warm up. geto fucking suguru just kissed you!

during all that week you were on cloud nine, so distracted and giggly.

of course geto notices you, always in the front row and ready to give the band some gifts, he sees how you try to dress up as one of them before they even realize they have a visual identity.

geto likes having fangirls, if anything that’s the best sign that the band is doing well. till that point he never considered engaging to one in a more intimate level. after all, women were never a problem for him, fans or not.

the problem is when they think more of the relationship than it really is. geto has always made sure they knew that sleeping together and treating them well was not synonymous to committed relationship.

because he already is committed. to his music. so after spending the whole day trying to come up with a new song so the band may finally have a complete album to present to a record, he takes a frustrated break picking up his phone and to his dismay only finding a long message about how he hurt someone’s feelings.

“oh for fucks sake” he lets his phone fall on the couch and take his keys, this is not a good week to quit smoking.

“geto?” he hears a small voice calling him after he leaves the convenience store with a very much needed cigarette on his lips and nicotine in his system.

“oh hey” he recognizes you by name and face.

“you’re using the lighter” you point out enthusiastically, that was a limited edition you bought and gifted him.

“that’s right, you bought me this, did i say thank you?” he’s genuinely wondering, your face heats remembering the kiss.

“i-its no big deal” you brush it off, since he doesn’t seem to be in a rush you start to babble about one specific song and everything you loved about it, knowing he was the composer.

“do wanna go to my place?” he says after quietly listening to your passionate thoughts. you think steam is about to come out of your ears at how hot your face got.

geto throws away what’s left of his cigarette and takes your hand, not really waiting for a response since the heart in your eyes is pretty obvious.

“you’re so cute” he says with his face mushed into your breasts as he guides your movements on his lap. you never guessed when you came out this morning you would be riding your favorite guitarist’s dick a few hours later, if you knew you probably would’ve put a sexier lingerie. not that he would care, by the way he pushed your bottoms down all at once he probably didn’t even know what color your underwear was.

geto pulled your hair tilting your head to meet his mouth, he devoured you so intensely, so overwhelming… you came not even needing your clit to be touched, just by having him inside you and breathing into your mouth like that was enough.

for suguru it was all a power trip, when he saw you after a concert he knew it wouldn’t take you much sweet talking to get you in his car.

he quickly mumbled an excuse to meet the band at the bar later and in just a few minutes he had you bobbing your head down his cock, “just like that, gorgeous, so good” his head is thrown back as he moans softly.

and as the band grew more popular and they had to travel to other cities to perform he would always count on you to meet him at his hotel room.

“geto~” you mewl his name as he eats your pussy from behind so lewdly.

from the very first time you knew it was over for every other guy the moment he touched you. no matter what anyone said about geto, that he was using you, he would never marry you, you didn’t care. you would be his devotee as long as he wanted.

and geto got all he wanted, a pretty little thing that didn’t complain or asked too many questions and best of all: that loved his music and understood his work.

“i know, you have to practice” you kiss him one last time before gathering your clothing from the floor, the hints of him not wanting to stay over were all memorized at this point, so you turn your back at him and make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

but the usual sound of the door opening and closing never came, instead you saw him coming from behind to lace strong arms around your waist, “well maybe just tonight” he smells your hair and through the mirror he sees the tattoo bellow your belly button, just above the hem of your underwear. your prof of love: the logo of the band.

geto touches it and you giggle at the feathery feeling, like a tickle, he likes that sound. he likes you.

“i was thinking you should get another, right here” a finger caress your right ass cheek.

“the same one?” you ask confused.

“no, silly, something else” he gets down hands caressing your hips and kissing the extension of your butt, “my name.”

#geto x reader #loser!gf #jjk x reader

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tan1shere · 5 months ago

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Bite It Lick it Spit It

Billie Eilish x female reader

A/n: I don't think I need to say anything here lovelies, enjoy !!

Summary: Billie is excited to show you this new song shes featured in, reciting her lyrics to you. Until she's recreating them on you.

Warnings: smut, mdni ! Spit ?? Eating out, strap usage, orgasm denial, squirting !! Think that's it <3

Masterlist ... extra ;)

"Babyyy."

You hear your girlfriend say, coming into the bedroom you both shared. She had her phone in hand, obviously about to show you something.

"Everything alright?" You ask setting your book down. It was currently 7 pm, she had been in the small studio downstairs. Working away on something. "More than alright. I want to show you what I have so far on this remix I'm doing." You smile at her as she sits beside you on the bed, excited to hear this. You always loved listening to the songs she'd make or was in. And you were so incredibly proud that this was going to be with another big star.

'Don’t have to guess the color of your underwear

Already know what you’ve got goin’ on down there'

She chants and you smile just enjoying listening to the lyrics.

'It’s that lacy black pair with the little bows'

That reminds you of a pair you own.

Wait...

'The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo'

Now she has your full attention. Sure you were listening to the lyrics beforehand, but now you're really listening. Her eyes were still on her phone, reading off the lyrics. Until her eyes met yours.

'I saw them when you sat down, they were peekin’ out'

Did she really write this about you? You had a pair of underwear exactly like the one she's talking about, you wore them alot actually. They were your favorite. Especially when she mentioned Tokyo. That was incredibly specific as that's where the pair was from. She had bought them for you as a gift when you traveled there for your birthday last year. Both yours and Billies eyes lock onto one another's. But she didn't stop there, keeping that eye contact alive.

'I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinkin' about'

"True." She then whispers. Your brows furrow, feeling nervous at the insanity of this moment. Her eyes bore into your own, making you shift a little bit. Your eyes avert her lustful ones.

'I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it. Pull it to the side and get all up in it'

You hadn't even realized she sat her phone down on her bedside table, and was inching closer to your body. "You wanna guess who that song is about." She speaks softly into your ear. You gulp, her voice delicate. Holding such filth at the same time. You don't answer for a second, trying to gain your composure. "Me....?" You question. She only smirks and let's out a small hum. Her body moves to hover over your own, instantly leaning down to kiss you. "I saw a photo of you on my phone from a year ago today. And that's what inspired me." She mumbles against the skin of your neck, as her kisses move all over the place. "Your crossed legs, in that skirt." You swallow thickly. Remembering that photo. You had your arms up in the air, sitting on a random beautiful fountain.

"That's why I mentioned how the straps were peaking out.. those baby pink bows." She bites down on your neck, making a gasp escape your lips. Your eyes shut in instinct as she continues on. "'Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?'" The only thing you manage to get out was. "Fuck me."

She glady took that offer. Making her way down your body, getting to her destination. She pulls the pair to the side. "Wish it was the black ones." She trails off, slowly revealing your wet, sticky folds to her. Her eyes becoming drowsy, full of desire for you. She bit her lips slightly, grabbing the underwear by the top. And pulling them down, off your body, discarding them somewhere. Her favorite thing, on display for her. She had to admire for a little bit. But that just made you grow impatient. "Billie-" "shhh." She says, as her finger comes close to your puffy heat. She then quickly licks a small stripe up the middle, before she pulls back contemplating.

She spits directly onto your cunt, letting it slide down slightly. The big bit of saliva staying there for a second, before her face is directly infront of it. Her tongue sticks out and straight into your weeping, aching hole. Pushing the spit inside you. She pulls back to look at the mixture of wetness. And she did both. She managed to get you that wet. It was her spit now deep inside you. God she was proud at the thought. However she wasn't even done with penetrating your pussy. Her face is back in its original spot. Her lips make contact with your own, sending your head back into the pillows. Your hands eventually move to her silky hair, gripping as she speeds up her pace, her tongue entering you also.

It all felt amazing, when she does something unexpected. Her teeth sink into the lip of your pussy, biting and sucking all at once. It felt incredible. Why hadn't she done that sooner. "Bil.." You breathe, moaning on and off. "Feels so, good." You blab, still having your eyes shut. Feeling her lips move into her famous smirk, knowing that boosted her ego entirely. Your high was approaching and fast.

"Nooo." You then huff. Feeling her tongue move from you. Looking down at your fucked out body. Her smirk is ofcourse still visible at your little frustrated pout. "You're so annoying." You breathe, sinking into the sheets again.

"You won't be saying that in a second." Your head shot up again to look at her, but as soon as you do that a loud moan is being ripped out of you. How the hell did this woman put her strap on so quickly. She really wasn't kidding when she said 'in a second.' Impressive. A little hot in a way. Your mind turns into mush though, almost her whole length inside of you. "Had to get you worked open babe, yet you're still so tight." Another moan was to be heard, letting your eyes flutter close again, back instantly arching. Only thing visible in your brain are the lyrics to that song, and how she's recreating them all. "Guess I can fit it huh?" She then says, coming close to your face. "Speak." She orders you like a dog, when you don't respond.

"Y-yes.. feel so full." Her smirk returns to her face, picking up the speed. "Good. Just how it should." You let out another gasp again, feeling her thumb playing with your clit. This makes her chuckle, maliciously. She continues to fuck you relentlessly, beginning to let her hands roam over your skin, she pushes the baggy t-shirt you were wearing up, exposing your tits. They move in time with her thrusts. Her mind overflows with every disgusting but amazing fantasy. Your breath hitches as you feel cool metal on your breasts, looking to see her hands kneading them. How well they fit in her hands as she squished.

As her fingers move while doing so, you feel that same cold metal on your nipple making a shakey, content sigh leave you. It eventually turning into a moan as she squeezes again. She comes down to your face, your eyes were closed. "Look at me." She speaks, grabbing your jaw. You immediately open your eyes looking at her dark ones, which was always such a shock as they are so bright. Her face inches down towards your ear, she gives it a soft kiss before she's whispering. "Wanna make you squirt." Your eyes widen tremendously. If you weren't flustered before you really are now.

As you go to respond it was cut short, her thumb resumed on your clit, her thrusts are deeper, her ring covered fingers gripping your jaw. Her lips on your neck only adding to that, as she used the fuck out of you. You feel it coming, that tight knot. But you didn't have to say a word. She knew. She could feel it. It getting slightly harder for her at the way you're tightening, but that was a challenge she wanted to conquer. Obviously succeeding, she hits that gummy spot inside you, sending your mouth to fly open. "B-bil-" Yet another gasp was being pulled from you, it being loud in her ear as she continues to fuck the shit out of you.

Her pace never falters. Her thumb even speeding up as she sucks and bites your neck. You wanted to tell her you were close, as if she didn't already know. Your hands make their way to her arms, gripping as it's coming faster. "Fuck!" You screech out, you couldn't hold it any longer releasing within an instant, feeling her smirk into your neck. "And boom." She says into your ear, her voice husky. You hadn't even noticed it, but she actually did make you squirt. Your fucked out expression gives billie all she needs to know.

"Guess I'm just, that. good."

#billie eilish x reader smut #billie eilish x you #billie eilish smut #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish

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brokenmenswhore · 3 months ago

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idk if this is crazy but poly!maruraders x reader where r is blindfolded and she has to guess which of her bfs is fucking her

😃😃🥲🥲😞😞

oh it’s crazy but OH did you come to the right place for that

guess | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+)

a/n: you wanna guess the color of my underwear you wanna know what i got goin on down there

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“You just tell us if anything becomes too much, alright?” James said, tying the silk fabric behind your head tight enough that it fully enveloped your eyes in darkness.

“Okay,” you said.

Remus bent forward in front of you, and you could feel his presence, but you weren’t sure exactly where he was.

“Can you see me?” he asked.

You nodded your head no. “Can’t see a thing.”

“Perfect,” Remus smiled, and you could hear the satisfaction in his voice, even if you couldn’t see him, “now remember the rules. If you guess who’s fucking you correctly, you get to come. Now, Sirius,” Remus turned toward his friend, “start it.”

Sirius lowered the needle onto the outer edge of the record, allowing the music to fill your ears to further deafen your senses.

You made yourself comfortable on the bed, laying back against the pillows as you breathed heavy in anticipation.

One of your boyfriends began to softly run his hands up your legs, stopping when he got to the tops of your thighs. They all wore gloves to eliminate the possibility of you recognizing their touch, and the cloth felt soothing against your skin.

You felt the bed dip between your legs as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he placed kisses on top of your folds.

You shuddered, instinctively trying to grab at his hair, but your unoccupied boyfriends held an arm each to ensure you wouldn’t get lost in the pleasure and slip up. If you could feel their hair, you would be able to tell exactly who it was.

He parted your folds with his tongue, gently circling your clit as you shifted your hips to silently beg for more.

The boy between your legs moved an arm to hold down your stomach as he picked up the pace, flicking your bud and sucking at your clit quickly.

“Fuck,” you sighed, lips parting as you couldn’t help but moan.

Just as he began to get you worked up, he slowed down again, intentionally throwing you off with his pacing so as not to give away which boyfriend of yours he was. They all had their specific techniques, and he didn’t want to risk giving himself away.

You were unable to move your hips underneath is tight grip, so you just whined in anticipation. Each time he quickened his pace, you began to whimper and moan as you got closer and closer to your climax, and right when the coil in your lower stomach began to tighten, he slowed back down and left you wet and needy again.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, signaling you to take your guess if you wanted to come.

One of your boyfriends stayed between your legs, tasting you excruciatingly slowly. You tried to rack your brain for how you felt, and which one of them could make you feel like this.

You figured it wasn’t James- he could hold you down much harder, and his eating out technique was not something he could easily hide. With respect to your other boyfriends, if this was James, you’d have come already.

It was a genuine 50/50 guess between Remus and Sirius.

“I- fuck, Remus?” you guessed.

The boy between your legs disconnected his lips from you, and you felt him leave the bed, your body shivering from the sudden cold air on your core.

“Not me, baby,” Remus said from next to you, dropping your wrists, “better luck next time.”

You wiggled your hips and pouted, “come on, this is no fair.”

“What’s no fair is you don’t appreciate the head I give you,” James chuckled.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, but it wasn’t like they could see it much. “That was you?” you asked.

“Mhm. You taste sweet today, baby.”

“But- but you-“

“Couldn’t give you the same head I always do, now could I? This game would be no fun,” James whispered, leaning down next to your ear and placing a kiss on your cheek.

James stood up, and you heard faint, distant whispering, but you couldn’t make out what anyone was saying.

You obnoxiously cleared your throat to remind the three boys that you were ready and waiting and anxious to come.

“Alright, angel, you want more?” James teased, and you nodded your head furiously as you felt one of the boys spread your legs open and settle down on the bed between them.

They all fell silent again, intent on not giving away who was about to fuck you.

The boy between your legs leaned over you, and you felt the bed dip next to your head where he placed his arm for leverage. He lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, pushing only a little in before pulling back out and watching in amusement as you moaned in anticipation.

“Please,” you nearly whispered.

He so desperately wanted to make you suffer, wanted to taunt you, wanted to make you ask for what you wanted- but he couldn’t speak or you would immediately know who it was.

Instead, he just pushed the tip in again, stilling for a brief moment before pulling back out.

You writhed beneath him, nearly crying from need as you clenched around air.

The boy took pity on you, slamming his entire length into you and immediately fucking in and out of you. He knew that if he stilled his entire length inside of you, you may be able to identify him.

He wanted to take it slow and torture you, but he had to move fast enough that it wasn’t obvious who he was. Your three boyfriends were all different, and your body adjusted and reacted differently to each of them.

Your back arched as he continued to fuck into you, moans freely slipping from your lips as your body squeezed his cock in appreciation for the stimulation.

You tried not to lose yourself in the pleasure, but you were desperate to come. You knew the trouble you would be in if you did so without guessing correctly who was fucking you, so you tried your best to focus on figuring it out.

Each thrust of his hips hit your cervix, and though he was rough, he wasn’t fucking you so ridiculously hard that he had to put in any extra effort to hit your sweet spot. He could without trying.

Your thoughts went cloudy as he pounded into you harder, losing his self control as he fucked into you faster and faster. He was close to losing this game for you.

He wrapped his arm around your back, his gloved hand gripping your hip as he snapped his hips into you, the new lifted position causing him to bump your clit with each thrust.

You threw your head back as he became selfish, nearly forgetting about maintaining anonymity.

You felt the tap on your shoulder, and you couldn’t bring yourself to think about it. You said what felt right.

“S- Sirius,” you moaned.

Sirius leaned down, allowing his hair to fall in front of his face as he whispered in your ear, “good girl.”

The praise sent you over the edge, as did the confirmation that you had guessed correctly. You came hard, squeezing Sirius’s cock as your thighs shook around him.

He continued to fuck you through your high, chasing his own as you cried out at the overstimulation.

He groaned on your ear, leaning over you as he held your hips against his. With a final few harsh snaps of his hips, he came inside of you, moaning so low that only you could hear. The noises were meant for you and only you.

Sirius caught his breathing before guiding his cock out of you and gently placing your hips back down onto the mattress.

Remus, from beside you, untied your blindfold and removed it from your face. You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the unfamiliarity of the light.

“You have fun?” James teased.

“Mhm,” you vocalized, stretching your body out before leaning onto your side, “it was hot, but Remmy didn’t get a turn.”

Remus giggled at your pouting, “you rest for a little, and then I’ll take my turn, hm?”

You smiled as he placed a kiss on your nose, whispering, “except you’ll know it’s me, everyone will when they hear you.”

You playfully gasped as he smiled at you, standing tall and holding his hand out to you. “Let’s get you cleaned up before that though, yeah?”

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #x reader #marauders x reader #poly!marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #poly!marauders smut #marauders smut #sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #james potter smut #harry potter

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worldlxvlys · 9 months ago

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hey queennn

I have a fic idea

DWB Chris

He’s out ona. Deal for a while bc his customer was being difficult and he’s pissed and you are waiting home for him in lingerie in surprise to calm his nerves

SMUT OBVI

overstimulation w heavy dom Chris 😛😛

break it in

dealer w/ benefits! chris x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, overstimulation, cursing, oral (fem receiving), masturbation, fingering, squirting

a/n -> for my love @hearts4chriss <33

i let out a heavy sigh as i stared at the lavender set of lingerie that decorated my body.

the fabric was practically transparent, my hardened nipples pressing against it.

this was the fourth set that i had tried on, the other three sprawled out on my bed.

chris was taking a little bit longer than i expected, so i decided to try on some of the new sets i purchased while i was out today.

knowing he would probably come home stressed from dealing all day, i wanted to help him destress from the day.

and while i loved every set, i wasn’t sure which one to wear.

i let my gaze travel to my bed, staring intently at the other three sets that laid on it, trying to make a decision.

before i knew it, i was in my own world, imagining what he’d do to me in each one.

suddenly, a cold pair of hands wrapped around my waist, “new set?”

immediately, i snapped out of it, becoming reoriented to my surroundings. the second i heard his voice, i immediately relaxed into his touch.

“yeah, well a few new ones” i spoke as i nodded towards the other sets.

“i love it” he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin.

“i love you” i told him, craning my neck to look at him.

he pressed his lips against mine, leaving a sweet kiss to my lips, “i love you too baby”

he began to leave kisses along my neck, nudging the skin with his nose.

i tilted my head to the side, accepting the kisses while i stared at our reflections in the mirror.

his fingers ran along the skin of my stomach, stopping every now and then to play with the bottom of the bra, then resuming their movements.

the feeling of his cold hands pressed against my hot skin sent shivers down my spine, a trail of goosebumps following them.

he used the grip he had on my waist to pull me into him, his hard dick pressing against my thigh.

“chris” i sighed out as i pushed my hips back onto his, grinding against his crotch.

“which one is your favorite? wanna fuck you in it” he whispered into my ear.

“shit- i don’t know, i can’t decide” i spoke, head falling forward as the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against the thin panties.

“no? guess i’ll just fuck you in all of them then” he spoke, pulling away to take off his shirt.

my eyes widened at the statement, thighs clenching together at the thought of it.

“all of them?”

“if you model them for me, i’ll do whatever you want to help you… break them in.”

i turned around to face him, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone.

“you know, usually…” i held the phone out to him, “modeling involves pictures”

his eyes lit up at that, eagerly grabbing the phone from my hand.

i pulled away from him, crawling onto the bed.

i laid down on my stomach, legs crossing in the air while i stared at the camera.

i poked my ass in the air slightly, while i clenched the sheets between my fingers.

“is this good?” i asked him, watching as his mouth hung open while he held the phone up.

“fuck yeah, you look so good” he spoke as he stared at me through his phone screen.

after a few clicks of the camera, he placed his phone down on the bed.

“don’t move” he spoke as he pulled down his pants and boxers.

once he kicked the clothes to the side, he came closer to me, his hands immediately finding their way to my ass.

“what do you want me to do, baby?”

“fuck me like this”

“was hoping you’d say that” he spoke as he moved my underwear to the side.

“god, this color looks perfect on you” he whispered as he pulled on the lavender fabric.

he lined himself up with my entrance, pushing his cock into me without warning.

i let out a moan at his harsh thrusts, each movement making my body jerk further into the bed.

he used the grip he had on my panties as leverage, the light material bunching up between his fingers.

“god, chris! feels so good” i moaned as his dick slid in and out of me effortlessly.

he was a perfect fit inside of my tight hole, my walls holding his cock in a firm hug inside of me.

“always take me so fucking well, my perfect girl, made just for me” he groaned as his hips slapped against mine.

“this what you had in mind when you put that lingerie on?” he asked as he pulled my hand behind my back, using them to hold onto while he pounded into me from behind.

“or do you need me to fuck you harder?” he asked, whispering into my ear.

“fuck- i” i took a deep breath, willing my brain to calm down so i could form the words i wanted, “harder, please” i cried out.

granting my wish, he let go of my hands in order to wrap his arm around my neck, effectively choking me while his chest pressed flush to my back.

i could barely speak as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, face scrunching up in pleasure.

he took the skin of my shoulder between his teeth, lightly biting it as he continued to groan against the skin.

he gripped my jaw harshly, moving my face to look at him, “you like this one?” he asked as he toyed with the strap of my bra that had begun to fall down my arm.

i nodded my head furiously, not being able to get any noise out of my mouth other than loud moans.

“me too, baby. something about you in this color drives me crazy” he mumbled.

“you gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?” he asked as i clenched around him, hands fisting at the bed sheets.

“yes, chris ! yes, i’m so so close” i whined out, the slightest bit of drool dribbling down the corner of my mouth.

he reached under my body, his fingers expertly rubbing my clit.

“cum with me, baby” he groaned into my ear, hips stuttering.

i reached behind me, needing something to hold onto while my body was overtaken with pleasure. catching on, he laced our fingers together while my juices leaked out of me and onto his cock.

“oh my god” he groaned at the feeling, holding me close while he shot thick ropes of cum inside of me.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” he whispered as his legs shook, more and more cum spilling out of him.

i was a moaning mess under him, eyes rolled so far into the back of my head i could barely see.

he pulled out slowly after thrusting a few more times, watching as our pleasure slipped out of my abused hole.

i turned onto my back so i could look up at him, but he couldn’t seem to look away from the mess we made.

the mixture of our juices was smeared against my glistening thighs, and my panties were completely saturated.

he quickly pulled them off of me, letting out a groan at the site of my pleasure-covered pussy.

“play with yourself” he spoke from above me, taking me by surprise.

“i- what? chris, i’m too sensitive”

he left a smack to my clit, making my hips jerk up at the feeling.

“play” smack. “with” smack. “yourself” smack. i let out a whine with each sting to my sensitivity, quickly listening to him.

i let out a breathless “fuck" as i slowly rubbed my pussy, mouth hanging open slightly.

he moved my hand to my clit, pushing it further into the bundle of nerves.

“chris, oh my-” i cried out as i toyed with my puffy clit.

“faster” he rasped, watching my body jolt and squirm with every movement.

i sped up my movements, thighs automatically clamping shut around my hand.

i wasn’t even sure when he picked up his phone, but the sound of the camera click filled the room soon after.

“open up, pretty girl” he spoke, gesturing to my legs that stayed shut as i assaulted my own clit.

i followed his instructions, pushing my shaky legs open, exposing my drenched pussy to the camera.

after a few more clicks, he threw the phone to the side.

he hooked his hands around my thighs before pulling my body towards him.

i could barely even register what was happening before my own hand was replaced with his.

he placed one hand on my stomach, the other pushing a finger into my entrance.

“c-chris!” i shuddered as he plunged his finger in and out of my slick walls.

my hands immediately found his back, my nails scratching the skin while my back arched off of the bed.

i was already close from the stimulation to my clit, but he didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping any time soon.

“fuck, chris. it’s so- holy fuck” i babbled, not even able to finish a sentence.

“not stopping until you’re covered in cum” he groaned, his fingers inside of me producing a loud squelching noise.

“chris, i don’t-” i spoke, grabbing his arm. “take it” he said, swatting my hand away.

every time i reached for his arm to slow him down, he’d speed his fingers up.

“use your words” he spoke.

my body shook roughly under him, my eyes crossing as my head flew back.

my hands flew around, searching desperately for something to hold onto.

my hips rose off of the bed, thighs flying shut.

deciding he had enough of my squirming, he held my thighs apart with a firm grip, pushing his face between them.

“fuck! chris, i’m gonna-” the feeling of his warm tongue against my heat pushed me over the edge.

he opened his mouth wide, scooping up every drop of my release with his tongue, lapping it up like his life depended on it.

“need more” he groaned against my cunt, making sure no part of my pussy was left untouched.

“c-chris, ok!” i giggled, quickly cutting myself off with a moan as he moved his tongue against me feverishly.

he hooked my legs over his shoulders as he ate me out like a man starved.

his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his tongue darted in every direction it could.

he moaned and groaned against me, his fingers digging deep into the skin of my shaking thighs.

he clamped his mouth around my clit, sucking the life out of it.

all i could do was let out a strangled moan as he pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm.

“chris-” i was barely able to warn him before my body tensed, my orgasm hitting me suddenly.

one second i was screaming out, and the next chris’s face was dripping wet.

my eyes widened at the sight, but chris’s face turned into a grin.

he licked his lips excitedly, before leaving a few kisses to my thighs.

my eyelids grew heavy, and a sudden wave of sleepiness came over me.

“you tired, baby?” he asked, his lips continuing to dance across my skin.

i nodded lightly, eyes falling shut. “i got you, my love” he whispered to me.

the last thing i felt before falling asleep was a light kiss to my cheek.

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xoluvx · 5 months ago

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lick it, spit it; b.eilish

part one 💚

“I can’t believe you did that,” you exclaimed as you walked through the door. It’d been the longest, most sweat inducing, thought provoking day. “Give me back my underwear,” you patted her pockets trying to feel for them. They were tucked in her front pocket creating a small bulge.

“Oh somebody’s excited,” you teased slipping your hand in her pocket fisting the underwear making sure your fingers brushed her pussy at the same time. Billie bit her lip and her eyes widened as she looked at you with a warning look.

“You little-“ she reached into her pocket grabbing your wrist. You gasped softly looking up at her. Batting your lashes, your mouth hung open as your breathing grew heavier.

Billie cupped your hand. She moved it directly over her pussy still in the pocket of her baggy jeans.

"You wanna guess the color of my underwear?" Billie pressed herself on your body reciting the lyrics that were now engraved in your brain for all eternity. She moved your hand in a rotating motion and groaned when you cupped a little too aggressively. Payback.

"Don't have to guess," you replied hastily unbuckling her belt. Billie smirked as you fumbled with her jeans. They pooled around her ankles and you shook your head looking at the three pairs of boxers she was wearing.

"You are something else," you whispered digging your hand into the first pair, tugging at them. Wrapping your arm around her neck, your lips ghosted on hers as you pulled on the fabric bringing them sloppily down to her thigh.

Billie grabbed your hips pulling you closer, her tongue brushed against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth inviting her in. Your tongues swirled as she unbuttoned your jeans, but you stopped her suddenly, holding her wrist.

"Bed," you mumbled pressing your forehead on hers. Your finger hooked on the band of her boxers and released it with a snap knowing this would rile her up even more.

Billie snarled and pointed at you as you held your jeans walking backwards before running to the room. She chased after you. The door slammed opened hitting the wall as she almost tripped on your jeans.

She nearly creamed when she looked up and saw you already on the bed, legs open for her. She held her hand up to her mouth wiping the corners.

"Take it off," you demanded pointing at her shirt as she approached you. She did as she was told. You hummed when you saw the lacy black bra that left very little to the imagination. It contrasted with the layers of boxers. So frilly and girly. Her breasts filled it so perfectly and her nipples peeked through the transparent fabric making your pussy twinge in delight.

You inhaled fisting the sheets as she peeled each layer of fabric covering the bottom half of her body.

One off and she was stepping closer. Second off and you were pulling your shirt off. Last one and you moaned at the sight of her matching thong. That little minx.

"Did you guess correctly?" she teased noticing your reaction. Her eyes were already fucking you as she kneeled, crawling towards you. You eyes never left hers as you shook your head, speechless. She was still full of surprises and you lived for the rush.

You observed the way her back arched as she made her way towards you. You opened your legs wider, lifting your back higher not wanting to lose sight of her. Billie's cocky grin never falter. Not until she was between your legs and her tongue peeked through her teeth.

She was messy and desperate. Flashbacks of what'd happened on set flooded her mind. You had unfinished business.

She held your legs open diving into your pussy licking every inch. Her tongue slapped and slurped rotating on your clit. She groaned when she felt you throb on her tongue. Her fingers ran between your folds rubbing your sensitive clit before gathering your built up. Hours and hours of built up.

“Look at that,” she muttered pulling her fingers back, your wetness sticking to them. She lifted her fingers to her mouth angling her head, letting it drip on her tongue before sucking on her fingers.

You breathed heavily, watching her take pleasure in your mess while depriving you of touch. Her eyes were closed, lost in the taste of your arousal on her fingertips.

“Baby,” you croaked. Billie turned to look at you, her fingers still in her mouth.

"Please," you whispered lifting your hips urging her to come back.

She opened your legs wide again, her fingers prying your pussy open. It glistened and throbbed. You watched as she hovered over it, her lips pursing before opening slowly revealing a web of saliva. It dripped on your cunt. You whined as she held you open, clenching as the cool substance made contact with your pulsating core.

Billie pressed her tongue on your clit before lowering to the base of your pussy. She licked long and hard spreading her saliva like she was marking her territory. You were a slippery mess as her tongue moved, lips cupping around and sucking on your clit. She still held your lips open licking every inch of your sensitive cunt. Moaning each time she heard how wet you were. All for her.

Then her hand replaced her tongue and she moved it in circles before gently tapping your pussy. The slapping mixed with your pornographic moans and she pushed two fingers in your entrance finding your g spot almost instantly. She had your body memorized and initialed with little hearts and ribbons.

“Fuck-k,” you tossed your head back feeling your eyes swell with tears. You were lifting your chest from the bed wanting more. Needing more. Her tongue matched the movements of her fingers. You weakly grabbed her head and she hooked one arm around the front of your thigh pulling you closer burying her face and fingers deeper in your pussy.

She'd eat you alive if she could at any time and any place and you'd just melt right on her. Drip down her chin shamelessly. Everywhere.

Billie's fingers slowed, she hummed on your pussy licking your clit side to side. She brought your legs down and you winced as they tried getting used to this new position. With her fingers still in your pussy, she hovered over your body finding your lips. You kissed tenderly so unlike the dirty works of her tongue.

"Mm, why'd you stop?" you mumbled when her fingers left your pussy. They dug into your hip pushing you down on the mattress as she moved her hips on yours. That shut you up. The contact was blinding and deafening as her lacy underwear rubbed on your sensitive pussy. She held your chin forcing you to maintain eye contact as her pace increased, the friction overwhelming.

Your hands ran under her thong twisting until the fabric was intertwined with your fingers. You tugged each time she made your pussy twinge. Billie's fingers wrapped around your neck applying a comfortable pressure still grinding her hips.

The familiar heat was radiating through your body, you could cum at any second. You shut your eyes ready to feel your body drown in your sweet release, but Billie pulled away. Your finger untangling from her underwear. They throbbed in the places where her thong cut your circulation and your clit trembled from her absence.

"Face down," she instructed standing at the side of the bed. But how could you look away when she was reaching behind her back unhooking her bra? Her breasts broke free and you moaned faintly biting your bottom lip. Her nipples were calling your name. You wanted to touch, bite, lick, suck-

"Face. Down." Billie commanded holding your jaw directing your gaze to her serious face. Her breasts brushed against your skin briefly and you shivered stifling another moan. Nodding, you turned as she let you go. Her hand tapped your ass playfully when you turned before disappearing for a few seconds.

You turned your head to the side when you felt the mattress dip. Her thighs brushed against yours as she planted herself on top of you. She tapped your ass with her strap and you inhaled sharply bracing yourself for what was to come.

“Can I fit it?” Her voice sultry as she pushed her body down on your thighs, finger running between your folds. You were still soaked. You heard her groan as she opened your thighs. She held the fake cock slapping it on your ass again before it slid between your folds so gloriously, but painfully slow. You curled your toes lifting your legs against her back.

She held your hips as you tried to raise your ass. She watched the way the cock disappeared inside your pussy and her hand came crashing down on your ass.

You gasped reaching above your head to fist the sheets as she moved steadily slamming up against your skin. She placed a hand under your torso arching your back so your ass was in the air, but your chest was still firmly pressed on the bed.

"Fuck," you cursed pulling on the sheets, biting down on the fabric stifling your loud moans as Billie rammed into you. Soon you were pushing yourself back meeting her thrusts. The fake cock hitting your cervix so deliciously you felt your legs shake and your clit throb with each stroke.

Billie leaned down pressing herself flush on your body. She rotated her hips on your ass, cock pressing on your g spot.

"I need to cum," you cried out reaching around to grab her head. She buried her face in your neck sinking her teeth in your skin as you fisted her hair. You were still pushing back on her cock wanting to feel her as deep as possible. She ground her hips against your ass. Skin slapping. Breathes mingling. Moaning in unison.

You felt so full, you were seeing stars. Your legs were shaking, your heart was racing, your moans were growing louder.

Then her arm curled around your torso, hand slithering between your legs, finger finding your clit. She circled your sensitive bud as she slammed her hips against your thighs thrusting rapidly. You were dripping on her cock, clenching your thighs, trapping her hand between your legs. But she was still mercilessly circling your clit until your knees gave out and fell on the bed.

Your pussy clenched around the silicone cock. Your legs quivering as shock waves shot through your body. Your lips were parted, but you were quiet. The only sounds came from your heavy breathing as you tried composing yourself after that mind blowing orgasm. But your eyelids felt heavy, sweat coated your skin, and Billie was still buried in your cunt.

“Oh my-“ your voice was weak and hollow as she pulled out.

You felt Billie's lips on the back of your thigh. They peppered kisses on your skin so tenderly and softly. Her tongue ran up your thigh and you moaned blissfully burying your face in the sheets as her fingers wrapped around your waist tracing up the sides of your body. Her lips followed the natural curves of your body.

“Sit on my face,” she whispered in your ear unhooking your bra. The constricting straps snapped as her lips kissed your cheek. You nodded weakly and she laid next to you, the strap still adhered to her skin.

You lifted your body positioning yourself.

“Nah uh, not like that. Turn around,” she bit her lip tapping your ass watching you mischievously. You blinked processing her request before turning your body. You placed your hands on your thighs, she placed hers on top of yours pulling you down on her face. Her tongue dipped in your fucked out pussy and you moaned at the sudden contact. You were so fucking tight. Billie purred on your pussy as her tongue found your clit.

Your nails dug into your thighs needing a place to hold on to as her tongue moved side to side.

“Spit on it,” she mumbled and your mouth fell open when her hands grabbed your tits squeezing before slapping them and pushing you down. You were face to face with her strap and swallowed a moan when Billie lifted her hips repeating herself, this time slapping your ass forcefully.

Your hand wrapped around the pink cock before spitting on it, saliva trickling down the side. Billie groaned against your pussy when she felt your hand move, jerking the cock while stimulating her clit.

“Suck it,” she demanded with another slap to your ass. Your pussy throbbed as she devoured your cunt. Your mouth opened sliding the cock between your lips. Your free hand rested on her thigh as you confidently took the whole thing in your mouth only gagging slightly. Billie responded with two fingers in your pussy. You were already a whimpering mess bobbing your head. The noises escaping your mouth were music to Billie’s ears who was full on fucking your pussy with her fingers. Her thumb rubbed on your clit purposefully trying to coax another orgasm out of you.

You choked on her cock gripping her thigh when she lifted her hips hitting the back of your throat. You released the cock with a pop gasping for air before running your tongue down the shaft until you were near her pussy. She was still wearing her slutty thong. Your fingers grazed the fabric. It was soaked and she was clearly sensitive by the way she winced and gripped your ass.

You placed open mouth kisses over her covered pussy. Your teeth biting on the fabric as Billie jiggled your ass in response. Pulling her underwear to the side, your tongue ran between her folds lapping her sweetness. Your lips wrapped around her bud sucking gently before licking down her pussy again, tongue teasing her entrance.

Billie moved her hips urging you to continue. You did so happily swirling your tongue, sucking, licking, gripping her inner thigh. Swallowing her taste.

You felt yourself growing tighter around her fingers as she rubbed your clit and throbbed on your tongue. You could tell she was at the edge with you with the way her breathing shifted and they way her thighs quivered.

“Cum on my tongue,” you pleaded loud enough for her to hear, low enough to send tingles down to the tips of her toes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed shutting her eyes still hooking her fingers in you, knuckle deep as she unraveled on your tongue.

Her pulsating pussy sent you over the edge as she replaced her fingers with her tongue fucking into you until you were clenching and gripping her thighs.

Your body fell on hers. She sighed contently rubbing your ass. You were dripping on her chest. Her own underwear damp beyond repair.

“Come here,” she reached out for your arm and you lifted your body feebly, flopping down next to her. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you snuggled into her side blissfully floating through space, eyes half closed, lips parted trying to catch your breath.

“You okay?” She asked cupping your face looking down at you. You nodded placing your hand on top of hers drowning in her eyes. She leaned down capturing your lips in a delicate kiss.

“What was the color of my underwear?” She joked causing you to laugh softly against her lips. Billie’s laugh vibrated through your body as you draped leg over her thigh wanting to feel closer. Your lips still connecting.

“Don’t ask me what the color of anything was,” you replied closing your eyes again loving the way her lips molded with yours.

She wasn’t joking when she said she wanted to try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side and get all up in it.

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pbueckerslover · 5 months ago

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YOU WANNA GUESS THE COLOR OF MY UNDERWEAR - CAITLIN CLARK

a/n: not proofread !! i suggest listening to the song while reading billie’s voice makes me go feral 😮‍💨😮‍💨

pairing(s): caitlin clark x female!reader

warnings: language, smut, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), strap on use, pure filth honestly

summary: based on this request! 𐙚

don’t have to guess the color of your underwear

already know what you got goin’ on down there

you and caitlin have been dating for a little over a year now. the two of you were currently out at dinner with a couple of her teammates celebrating a big win. she was sitting right next to you and she had been extra clingy with you all night. you weren’t exactly sure why but you weren’t complaining.

it’s that lacy black pair with the little bows

the ones i picked out for you in tokyo

earlier that night when you were getting ready you slipped on a matching set that you knew caitlin loved. the bra was black and lacy while the underwear were also black and lacy but had little black bows on either side.

she picked it out for you when on your guys’ previous trip to japan. the minute she saw it she knew it would be perfect for you. the first time she saw it actually on you she swore she fell in love with you all over again.

whenever you wore it, it absolutely drove her crazy and you knew that. so you put it on with the intention of hoping she would notice sometime throughout the night. and little did you know that’s exactly why she couldn’t keep her hands off of you the whole night.

i saw them when you sat down, they were peekin’ out

i’m gonna tell you right now, they’re all i’m thinkin’ about

at some point during the dinner you noticed her staring down at your back. you could tell that your skirt had slipped down a little and your underwear were starting to peek out.

you saw her shift uncomfortably and gulp slightly. “you ok cait?” you heard kate ask and she just nodded. she was not okay. all that she could think about was those fucking underwear and the fact that she could see the little bows creeping out.

all she wanted to do was grab you and pull you into the nearest bathroom. she sat there trying to keep herself cool. trying to think about literally anything else. but she just couldn’t help herself. she could practically feel herself getting wet at just the thought of you.

you knew exactly what was going on with her, so you decided you wanted to tease her a little bit. you moved your skirt a little so your underwear became even more exposed than before. you turned yourself so only she could see what you were doing.

you moved so close to her that you were basically on her lap at this point. no one else seemed to notice, too caught up in their own conversations to be paying any attention.

she knew exactly what you were doing and she simply couldn’t take it anymore. “hey guys i think me and y/n are gonna head out. i’m not feeling too good.” she told her teammates.

“oh okay. feel better cait.” hannah said smiling at the two of you. you all said your goodbyes before caitlin was practically pulling you out of the restaurant.

once you had may your way out, you started making your way home. she didn’t say a word to you the entire way home. you were confused by her sudden change of behavior but tried not to question it too much.

once you had arrived back to your shared apartment, caitlin was already leaning into you before you even got the door open.

i wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it

pull it to the side, and get all up in it

she picked you up and carried you over to the bed, setting you down gently. she climbed on top of you while tugging on your top. “want this off.” she whispered, sending shivers through your whole body.

you did as she said, removing your shirt which revealed the top half of the set she loved so much. she smirked at you before placing kisses to your chest and boobs. you moaned out as she started to move lower, trailing more kisses on your stomach.

she took of your skirt, finally leaving you in the full thing. she was practically drooling at the sight of you. she tugged on your underwear with her teeth causing you to let out another moan. she took one hand to pull them to the side while using the other to rub your clit.

she replaced her fingers with her mouth moving her tongue across your folds. your moans filled the room causing her to smirk at you once again. “fuck! baby feels so fucking good!” you yelled out.

she moved her tongue faster inside your hole while simultaneously using her fingers to rub your clit. you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax. you moved your hands to her hair tugging on it as she continued pleasuring you.

“want you to cum all over my tongue baby.” she said while looking up at you. the look she gave you was just enough to send you over the edge. once again, you did exactly what she said, your release landing all over her tongue.

she stood up and disappeared for a quick second before returning with the strap she had used on you one too many times before. you smiled at the sight of her undressing herself and putting it on.

kiss it, ride it, can i fit it?

she made her way back over to you returning to her spot on the bed. “you were such a naughty girl tonight. teasing me with these god damn underwear.” she snarled. “in front of all my friends…” she grabbed onto them before slowly removing them, revealing your pretty pussy.

she lined her tip up with your entrance, slamming into you with no warning. your moans became louder as she thrusted into you. “gonna have to fuck some sense into you huh?” she growled while grabbing onto your hips attempting to guide herself.

you dug your nails into her back holding onto her as she continued fucking you. “shit it’s too much cait… can’t take it.” you mumbled the pleasure starting to become too much for you to bare.

“nuh uh, i know you can take it baby.” she said fucking herself into you harder. “see just like that. good girl.” she whispered into your ear. you could tell you were close yet again and she could too. that was her sign to thrust into you one last time before you came all over her cock.

she pulled herself out of you and then proceeded to clean the two of you up. she climbed back into bed with you and pulled you closer to her. “god i love you so much.” she whispered before laying her head on your shoulder.

“i love you more cait..” you replied while positioning yourself to be more comfortable.

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music-daily · 16 days ago

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You wanna guess the color of my underwear?

GUESS (2024)

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mydarlingclaudia · 5 months ago

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you wanna guess the color of my underwear

note : divider is from @/anitalenia. I wrote this because I listened to that Charli and Billie song on loop and couldn’t get it out of my head AND I ONLY FOUND IT THIS MORNING UGHHH this is literally just smut. I also kinda already wrote something like this but I love pussy eater Leon he’s real in my head. mdni

wc : 1k

tags : @lottiies

desc : Leon just loves eating you out. smut!! - oral (f receiving), not proofread, fem!reader, ID!Leon

Leon always paid the utmost attention to you when the two of you were alone. It didn’t even stop there, he’d send you gifts if he could when he was away, always adding a note to let you know how badly he missed you. Other times just finding a way to call you and let you know how badly he wanted to come back home.

And he was eager, too. Even better.

You and Leon must’ve been dating for two years by now, he knows he’s handsome, you couldn’t help but feed his ego day by day. Although, when he’d come home from a mission he’d be stuck in his own head and a lot of the time it was your job to get him out of it. It never took long, you’re pretty sure he’d do anything for you, especially when it comes to making you happy.

Leon’s always ready to get on his knees for you, too. Once again, even better.

You didn’t even have to ask for him to eat you out most of the time. It’s like it was the first thing in his mind when it came to making you feel good, or proving how badly he missed you, maybe even just doing it because he loved having his head buried between your legs.

He’s quick to work happy to please you for as long as you’re willing to let him. The achey jaw and sore knees come with the job.

He doesn’t even wait to get you inside the house today, he’s got you laid out in the backseat of his car, kneeling down o the floor between your legs. The angles odd, but he makes it work.

Leon hasn’t really even done anything yet, just holding your thighs in place atop of his shoulders as he licks over the center of your panties, the skirt you previously wore tossed aside somewhere in the car, he’s still in the suit he wore to work today. This has been going on for five minutes, not that you minded, he bought you these panties for a reason. You’ve been a bit of a tease since before the two of you even slept together, this problems only grown since you found out he’s obsessed with you.

Leon looks up at you through his eyelids all the while, stopping for a plot second to shoot you a smirk.

“You gonna keep me waiting?” You ask him, moving your thighs to adjust the position you’re laying in, only for his grip to tighten.

“No, ma’am.” Leon licks over the wet patch on your panties one more time before he lets go of your thighs and leans back. He takes his left hand, pulling your panties to the side. Leon’s other hand pushes your thighs a bit further apart, then trailing down to let his thumb rub against your slit. His thumb slips between your folds to gently pull them apart, you study his face carefully, letting out a shaky breath as his thumb rubs over your clit.

Leon swallows before he spits onto your already wet cunt, continuing to use his thumb to tease your clit and rub his spit around.

“Don’t take too long,” You mumble, following it with a small giggle. Leon smiles at you, his movements stopping so he can move his hands to help angle your hips up a bit.

“You know I always take care of you.” He whispers, his mouth is on you not even a second later, dragging his tongue through your folds and sucking greedily. The moan you let out is almost embarrassing, your hands go up to dig your palms in your eyes as he continues to lap up your arousal.

Leon’s gotten better at eating you out over the years, you never complained much, previous boyfriends you had had refused to even do this, Leon found that ridiculous. But having his face stuffed between your legs at least once a week was an amazing feeling.

You whine when Leon pulls off of you the tiniest bit, letting your arms fall to the sides of your head as he peppers kisses up and down your slit.

“Taste so good,” He murmurs against your heat, his kisses becoming a bit sloppier as his tongue slips out once again. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Your voice is all breathy when you say it. You gasp when his thumbs push your folds apart again, pressing his face further into your cunt as he sucks and licks at your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit.

This time, one of your hands makes its way into his hair, holding him against you. Leon’s chuckle is muffled against your pussy, you can feel his drool and your juices coating your sensitive flesh, your back arches as his tongue probes against your hole. His movements only get more aggressive after that.

You whine out his name, he hums against your skin and turns his attention to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and running over it with his tongue.

“Jesus, L-Leon- fuck-!” You moan, your grip on his hair tightens and you hear him groan, but he doesn’t let off.

“I know,” His voice is still muffled, “C’mon.”

Leon continues to urge you on, you can’t find any words to respond with, the only noises coming from your throat being moans and whimpers. You cum into his waiting mouth not even two minutes later, he still doesn’t pull away from you.

After he’s sure you’re all cleaned up, he presses one more kiss to your cunt before he pulls your panties back over, giving your clothed heat a soft slap. Leon rests his arms over your thighs and looks up at you as you sit yourself up, his face is all wet, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re my favorite girl.” His voice is a bit rough, you love it.

“I better be.” You pant softly, bringing one of your hands up to run over his tousled hair. Leon’s hands move to run up and down your sides, giving you a soft squeeze.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah,”

“I’ll help you up. Let’s go, pretty girl.”

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gladiatorcunt · 2 months ago

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- GUESS | XIII.

you wanna guess the color of my underwear, you wanna know what i got going on down there

cw: kinktober prompt (ass worship), yoga trainer!oikawa, fem reader, rimming, body hair, scent & piss mentions, light implied yandere, public sex (?), hinted possibly one sided iwazumi x reader, light dub con, mentions of fisting, implied that oikawa’s been into reader from the start, semi obsessive behavior, porno plot, self degradation, food play mention

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“Mmh, just like that cutie, lift those hips up for me.”

You’ve been coming to the new yoga class that just opened up at the gym for a while now, a couple months a few times a week, you’re a bit of a homebody otherwise and yoga is the one physical exercise you don’t mind doing often. You like being flexible, able to bend your body in shapes and ways another person would have a harder time doing. And you’re not having sex, so any physically strenuous activity that leaves you sore until you’re put back together by your healing body does wonders for you.

Plus you like the way the leggings hug your well endowed assets, so do a lot of the men in the gym. You wear the form fitting workout clothes for yourself first and foremost, but you can’t lie that a little attention from afar (sometimes too close up by one of the trainer’s usually steps in to help you) boosts your ego. If there’s one thing in life you have to be proud of, at least you have your ass. Squishy and round, jiggles when you walk and never disappoints you unlike everything else in your life.

The same ass that’s raised high in the air in front of your yoga trainer, a more than handsome man in his late 20’s with wavy milk chocolate colored brown hair and a smug twinkle in his eye that’s connected to his smarmy always on his face (even when he seems pissed) grin. You’ll never forget the confidence in his posture, standing tall at the front of the class and introducing himself. Tooru Oikawa, just moved here from japan, his best friend owns the place so it wasn’t too much trouble to get hired, and SO excited to start this journey with you all!

You’ve stayed at the back since then, anxiety swirling in your belly when he’d make the rounds to correct your forms and check on you all. But he’d only pass by with a brisk touch to your back and a ‘good job’, maybe a semi solid pat if you were one of only ones who had a good form, and not to brag, but that’s been the case on more than one occasion.

Now you’re undergoing a little one on one session, he asked you to hang back, noticing you’ve been holding yourself back. You’ve never made much of an effort to talk to him and despite the fact that you’ve never needed this kind of focused attention, he’s been feeling a bit bad that you keep to yourself so much. He doesn’t bite you know, not unless you want him too.

It’s an odd flirtation, something you’ve noticed he never does with anyone else in the class. Oikawa’s attractive enough that you’d balk at him abusing his privilege to drown himself in quickies in the gym’s showers, as off putting as it’d be. But he’s very professional, chuckling at one of the older women making a pass at him and politely turning her down.

So you got in your own head and knew that since there was always room for improvement, surely there must be something he could help you with. So here you are, going through basic poses first before he pushes you into the more advanced ones. You told him that other than increasing your flexibility, you weren’t really sure what other areas would be best for you to get better at.

Oikawa smiled and squeezed your shoulder, no worries, he’ll walk you through a little assesment mini program. Since you mentioned not having done yoga seriously until now, there could easily be something you didn’t even realize needed to be attended to!

“Remember, we want to really feel that stretch, arch your back and lower your head. Breathe in, breathe out.” He instructs, settling a wide palm on your lower back. “That’s it, good girl.”

He’s so close, if you backed up to regain your footing your ass would press up against his bulge. Not that you can tell if he has one right now, but you’re kind of hoping he does. It’s just another part of the fantasy, that’s all this is, you tell yourself. You’re going to soak up the attention, make more small talk as you gather your things and leave, and sit at home suffocating your vibrator until your legs turn into jelly.

“Am I doing this right? My legs feel stiff.” You shift your weight from side to side, your hips gently sway, you could be too in your own head but having Oikawa’s pretty eyes scrutinizing every detail of your body is fucking with your confidence.

He hums, a trail of heat sizzles down your back as he slides his palm down to cup your hip. “If something seems off then it probably is, just widen your stance and put your feet further apart, loosen up your hips. You’re definitely a little tense, cutie.”

Okay so he’s definitely flirting with you, but you don’t startle and shoot back up so you can get out of here. Instead you internally cringe at the squeaks your yoga mat produces, adjusting your ankles to line up more with your shoulders. You keep breathing, in and out, letting your energy flow through your limbs as you maneuver them into the different positions.

Oikawa Tooru burns like a furnace in hell, you realize. Despite having a firm grip on your hip, he’s standing a respectable distance away from you as you bend over. You can still feel the heat radiating from him, his sleeveless muscle tank and his black shorts.

“I think that’s better. Sorry, it's hard for me to relax, I guess.”

“No worries, I totally get it, you do seem like the type to be wound up but that just means we get to unspool your thread and unravel you so we can get to the start and rebuild.” His free hand curls around your other hip, his thumbs absentmindedly stroke the crease where they disappear into your thigh.

This private coaching session is steadily becoming what you’re afraid of, and so horny for you could shoot off into the sky like a soda bottle chocked full of mentos. You didn’t notice when Oikawa got even closer, his blunt hip bones cradling your ass in between them. Could he just be weirdly, and grossly in most people’s eyes, friendly? Does he even see what he’s doing as being the tentative first step into fucking you in a public gym yoga studio?

“Um, yeah, thank you by the way. I’ve felt so much better since I’ve started taking your class, you’re a lifesaver even if I still have a lot to learn.”

“Oh, we all do, including me, believe it or not. I remember you from back then you know, so shy and fidgety, like a baby bunny.”

“You’ve really filled out too. Excuse me for saying this but I know this ass wasn’t always like this, so pretty and plump.” Toned hands drag over the swell of your cheeks, not digging in and kneading the globes, only ghosting their touch along the clothed flesh.

You subconsciously wiggle your hips, Oikawa’s breath hitches behind you, and that is perhaps the most monumental thing you could have achieved today. Flustering the man who gets hit on a billion times per day and gives it back tenfold, a competition of who can keep their cool, that’s how he operates in most things you guess. Like he’s always competing against somebody even if they don’t know, and he just has to win or it’ll be an ugly spot on his record. A record only he keeps and only he sees, but you sense that that’s more important to him than anything else.

“Oh, thank you. I just do a lot of squats every morning and every night after class, nothing crazy. Yoga’s the only other kind of workout I do consistently, anyway.” You're still in what feels like a perverted version of downward dog, briefly taking stock of the strain in your legs now trying to hold the position.

Oikawa makes a surprised sound, “Really? You have such a great body, I’m shocked you’re not a gym rat like me and all my buddies. Some people are just lucky, huh cutie?”

He says it, humble and charming, like he doesn’t also consider himself one of those people. Your cheeks heat up at the idea of a musclehead like Oikawa complimenting your curves, your chubby gathering of fat even in places some people would find ugly, your wideset bones and plush tummy.

A pin drops, “Alright. I think you’ve been in that position long enough, why don’t you go ahead and lower your knees into the table top pose, bring your head up slowly and remember to breathe. In, out, good girl.”

His hands guide your hips down, he steps back to let you settle your knees on the mat. You hear the foam sink behind you, he’s sort of kneeling too, halfway sitting on his legs, the backs of his feet facing the ceiling. Oikawa looms over you like this too, he has a presence you can be lost in before you actually see him, which you definitely can in the wall to wall mirror in front of you. The yoga class was a dance studio before Iwa decided it didn’t fit with his vision, you remember Oikawa telling you all on his first day.

He must feel your wide eyed stare, because he looks up too and suddenly you’re locked in a charged moment.

Neither of you says anything as his feather light touches on your ass become firmer, he’s outright groping you and pulling you back to be flush against his crotch.

He grinds his half hard bulge against you, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror.

“I can’t believe it’s taken you this long to notice me, cutie. Been wanting to do this for so long, you have no fucking idea.” He huffs, adjusting his clothed cock to rest between your cheeks. “You’re so hot, every time I saw you bend over I wanted to cancel class and take you right then and there.”

You gasp and rock back into him, shaking your hips and digging your knees into the mat. You have half a mind to look around the room for the camera and porn filming crew but reality is clearly stranger than fiction, your hot yoga trainer’s stiff cock is sandwiched in your ass crack.

He takes his sweet time dragging his length up and down, the tip catches in the divot of your leggings where your hole is, you’re a little disappointed that he’s not humping you like a rutting dog but you suspect that that’s part of the fun. Oikawa knows you want him so bad that he’ll restrain his urge to fuck you through the floor all the way to the center of the Earth just so you can endure some teasing. You’re so shy and withdrawn but those girls are usually the best kinds of freaks, all he’s doing is bringing it out of you, call it another one of his famous coaching methods.

The door’s locked, so if Iwazumi catches on to what’s happening and tries to rain on your parade, he’ll have to listen to a symphony of moans and slick sounds of bare sweaty flesh slapping against bare sweaty flesh. Oikawa laughs and tells you that Iwa’s been eyeing you too, when you check in at the front desk, when you’re getting water, when you head into the changing rooms to get ready for his class, it’d be helplessly cute if you weren’t already taken. Or, you’re gonna be, at the very least.

“When we’re done, I'll clean you up with my tongue and we can go on a little date. I can take you out properly this weekend but I'd hate for you to think that I was just trying to hit and quit it. I’m not the type to pump and dump, not anymore.” He speaks into the divide of your ass cheeks, having sunk to floor fully and doing some bending over of his own to be at eye level with your lower half.

You bite your lip when he starts nipping at you through your leggings, he smiles into the fabric and bites down harder, soothing the sting with slow licks. Oikawa kisses all over the swell of your behind, sniffing the scent of your perspiration and your body oil in between, medicinal vanilla and natural musk. You can see him hump the mint green yoga mat as he reaches up to hurriedly tug your leggings down enough to expose your ass. Your black thong frames it perfectly, but Oikawa pulls them off too and stuffs them under the waistband of his shorts.

He groans at the sight of your bare skin as it bounces free to say hello, taking a handful of each cheek and squeezing the life out of them, the thick flesh bulges between his fingers so he swiftly smacks each one, for tempting him and making his cock so hard it could explode into a blood filled mess of cum and sticky pubes in his pants. You cry out, rocking forward only to be immediately pulled back so he can keep kissing your ass.

He dotes on it like he would your face or mouth, almost giggling before and after quick pecks that develop into long slurps at your rim. He runs the tip of his nose over the hair on your crack, wetting it in messy swipes of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good, baby, better than pastry i’ve ever had, and believe me, you don’t even want to know how much money i spend at the bakery across the street from my apartment. You’d love it.” He moans, saying hello to your winking hole by dotting barely there kisses right in the center before toying with you, dipping the tiniest bit of his tongue in your walls, then dragging his saliva all over your pucker. “It’d be fun to eat something off you, we could make a date out of it. Go up to the counter and pick which ones would taste the best when I eat it off your fat ass, but I think they’d all be amazing, don’t you?”

You nod rapidly and throw your ass back on his tongue, burning in shame with every smug laugh and grunt as Oikawa beats around the bush so to speak, doing everything under the sun with your ass but properly eating it. You wish you were in your shitty apartment, sitting on his face and drowning out the sound of your arguing neighbors with your slutty moans. He looks up from behind you to check on how you’re doing, and thank heavens because he finally buries his face in your ass and slurps at your puckered hole.

You lose yourself to the experience, feeling his wet tongue fuck into your ass hole and carve out little pieces of you for himself. He pays zero attention to your pussy, which is why it’s so wet and dripping onto the mat beneath you, it’s like he’s too obsessed with your thick globes to even notice, but you don’t hate it. It’s hot to have a guy be eye socket deep in your ass but also have him neglect where you really need his attention, there’s a dichotomy between being the mousey way you’ve gone about your life and the whorish behavior this man is urging you to consider.

You looked fucked out already, hair all over the place from how much you’ve messed with it and lips dropping open on drawn out squeals and whines. Oikawa is eating your ass out like it’s his main job, the one he puts in overtime for and goes above and beyond to be employee of the month at. He thrusts his tongue a few more times before apparently deciding that’s not enough and slipping in one of his absurdly long fingers alongside it.

You whimper, clenching around both as you just sit there in that damn table top pose and let a man you barely know play your ass like a well oiled fiddle. He shakes your cheek in his hand as he digs his tongue into you, delicately fingering your hole until it goes slack enough for him to insert another. You’re impossibly tight, as much as your clit is howling for it you know perfectly well that any serious penetration isn’t possible. From the impressions you got, Oikawa’s packing enough to tear you until you bleed if you don’t use lube or prep thoroughly beforehand, which you’d do anyways but it’s a shame.

Your clit throbs painfully but Oikawa pulls back with a gulp of air to level you with a warning look in the mirror, which only gets you wetter, you twitch again because he’s one of those. There’s a brief flicker of defiance, you could pout and touch yourself anyway, you don’t owe this ridiculously attractive man anything and he’s the one motorboating your ass cheeks and not the other way around, so shouldn’t you be the one in charge?

Then his eyes darken, you get another sharp smack and you table the discussion for some far off occasion.

Oikawa smiles, gently kissing the apple shaped swell of both of your cheeks, “See, I know from your time here that you can be such a good listener, you’re so sweet for me, I know it. You can’t hide that from me just because you want to throw a fit, I said we’d get to know each other afterwards, didn’t I?”

You scoot your ass back in apology, silently begging him to get back to it. He must really be horny too because he dives straight back in, groaning into your rim and french kissing your hole. The hand not doing its best to push its entirety into you kneads your fleshy ass cheek, molding it like dough and separating it from its twin, giving him easier access to your pucker. He ‘tsks’ not even a second later, crooking his two fingers and letting go off your cheek, humming in contentment when it bounces against his face and he’s smothered again.

He wonders if you’ll let him fist you, give you a unique one of a kind rose to swoon over and keep tucked away inside you later, the perfect first date gift from your future boyfriend.

You can even do couples yoga in the morning after your first night together!

“Let’s see if you can cum just from getting your ass played with.” Punctuated by a fourth finger sliding into the knuckle in your ass, he scissors his fingers to stretch you out and playfully acts like he’s gonna sink his whole fist in, pulling out his fingers to curl them into a ball.

The barest hint of blunt pressure on your hole sends a flood of your juices down his arm, smelling somewhat pissy which gives Oikawa truly the most impish grin imaginable.

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