⌗︙・choso finding your panties ⸜⸜・
choso feels ashamed of what he's about to do but it's your fault you let your panties laying on the ground. he runs his fingers on them, thinking about how your pussy was touching them just a minute ago. choso presses it against his nose, inhaling the sweet smell of your pussy. he's been fantasizing about you for so long and now he finally got a sniff of you. what about a taste? can he-? he lols his tongue out, gently swiping it against the panties. he almost moans at the taste, although he doesn't know how you taste, this is enough for him.
"what are you doing?!" you yell out from the doorway. choso lets the panties fall to the floor as he stands speechless in the middle of the room. you look him up and down, there's no way he wasn't licking your used panties .
"you're such a pervert." you say, walking closer to him. you grab him by his hair, bringing his hair closer to you. he winces a bit at the pain, but he doesn't care, he's so close to your lips.
"get on the ground if you want a taste." he doesn't understand what you mean until you yank him to the ground by his hair. you hike up your skirt, pushing your panties to the side so he can see your pussy. he salivates just at the view.
"eat it." you order, not giving him any time to think as you press his face into your cunt. you're not being gentle when you start riding his face. you're basically dripping from this whole situation, making him choke at your juices. he's inexperienced and he doesn't know how to eat a girl out properly but he's feasting. he's feasting on your juices like a madman, slurping your juices down. you don't try to explain to him that he should focus on your clit to make him feel good, because he just looks so pretty like this.
"gonna cum, open up." you say and he happily obeys. choso looks adorable just sitting in front of you with his tongue sticked out. you grind your cunt against his tongue,chasing your orgasm. he's mesmerized by you, his eyes wide and watching your every movement.
"im cumming." you moan out, squirting your juices inside of choso's mouth. he's suprised at firt but he swallows it. you giggle at him, he's so dirty. he's so hard in his pants that it hurts.
"oh poor baby. maybe I'll let you ride my boot so you can cum too.'
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british slang I ln4
pairing: lando norris x american!reader
summary: pranking lando is the only way he can finally get off his phone
notes: hi🧍♀️i accidentally disappeared but this semester hit me harder than i expected and im honestly out of ideas so idk what this is
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“Babe what does leng mean?”
“Leng? Why are you asking?” Lando responded confusingly while he scrolled through his phone.
You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you watch him keep his gaze on his screen. It was a bad habit that you quickly picked up on early on your relationship, but now that you were finally living with Lando you were hoping he would spend less time on his phone considering your time together was limited with his constant traveling.
There had been few times you had even caught him messaging his friends, some who were women, while he was suppose to be spending time with you. Though you weren't a very jealous person and trusted Lando more than anything, it didn't sit right with you that he was messaging other girls during your time together. You had brought it up to him a few times where he promised to put it down and spend more time with you. Little liar.
“Some british guy at the gym called me leng this morning.” you replied trying to sound nonchalant.
“What?” Lando finally tore his gaze away from the screen, confusion etched on his face. You fought the urge to smirk as you stared at him acting clueless. “And what did you say?”
“I asked him what that meant and he just laughed and then said I had a nice ‘bunda’?” you revealed, trying your best to keep a straight face.
Lando's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "Are you serious?"
“Yeah, but I figured out what bunda means!” you said excitedly.
“And what does it mean?” Lando asked, now fully engaged in the conversation as he sat fully sat up from his laid back position.
“Accent!” you declared triumphantly.
“Baby, what?” he responded, confusion quickly turned to exasperation. “Why would you think it means accent?”
“Because afterwards he said im ‘so american’ so when he said I had a nice bunda he was referring to my accent.”
Lando pinched the skin between his eyebrows and held back a groan, “Y/n, no. Leng means attractive and bunda means butt. That guy was flirting with you.”
"Oh," you muttered, "then I probably shouldn't have exchanged numbers with him, right?"
"YOUR NUMBER? WHY WOULD YOU-" Lando's voice rose in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock.
"I thought he was just being friendly! I wanted a new gym buddy, and he said he bet he could improve my stamina so I think he wants to give me some workout tips," you explained, barely able to contain your laughter.
"HE SAID WHAT? NO, WHO IS THIS GUY?" Lando's frustration was clear now, his protective instincts kicking in.
"Well, his name was-" Before you could finish, Lando cut you off.
"You know what? You're not going to that gym alone anymore," he declared firmly. You almost let out a scoff feeling as your small prank failed as you watch him pick up his phone again and get back to scrolling as he laid back down on your bed.
You laid down next to him and pretended to be engrossed in your phone, stifling your giggles as you exchanged messages with your friend about your current situation. You ultimately decided to keep the prank going and you could sense his gaze on you, his curiosity evident in the subtle glances he casted your way.
"That guy- you deleted his number, right?" he asked as he looked at you.
"Hm? you feigned innocence, tilting your head slightly to peer at him through the corner of your eye.
"Yeah, the gym guy. You deleted his number?" he pressed, a hint of urgency in his tone.
"Oh, him," you replied nonchalantly, tapping away at your phone with deliberate slowness. "yeah."
He looked at you suspiciously as he fully turned to look at you, "So who are you texting?"
You maintained your facade of innocence, keeping your gaze fixed on your phone screen almost as payback. "Just a friend," you replied casually, your fingers moving across the screen as you kept texting your friend.
Lando's suspicion only seemed to grow as he observed your behavior. "Just a friend, huh?" he echoed, his tone laced with skepticism. "What are you guys talking about?"
You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to be engrossed in your conversation. "Oh you know, just some fitness tips," you quipped, your voice tinged with amusement.
He gasped loudly and reached for your phone, but you quickly pulled back just in time. "Y/n Y/l/n do not tell me you are even entertaining this guy right now while you lay right next to me."
"Well it's a hobby of yours that I decided to pick up." you replied keeping your phone out of reach.
"I do not do that!"
You raised your eyebrows then casted a glance at his phone that was still on, sitting on his lap. He followed your gaze and scrunched his nose lightly, "Okay maybe I do it sometimes."
You gave him a pointed look and he blinked slowly, "See, now you know how it feels trying to talk to someone who's too busy on their phone." you replied.
Lando's expression softened "Okay, okay, I know it's a problem, but this time I swear I won't do it again." he promised earnestly, his gaze pleading for forgiveness.
You tilted your head and he almost pouted at your lack of response, "I swear it on everything, I swear it on racing! If I do it again, I shall never race again." he declared with a serious face while crossing his heart.
You giggled slightly at his dramatics, 'Alright, alright," you relented, "I'll hold you to it drama queen."
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and playfully tackled you back into a laying position. Hovering over you, he pressed gentle kisses all over your face. "Huh, you are better than my phone," he murmured teasingly, his lips brushing against yours.
You grinned up at him and pulled him closer, savoring the closeness and intimacy of the moment. Before you could deepen the kiss, he pulled back and said, "Come on, let's make up for some lost time, we could go down to that new mini golf place."
You pulled him back down and replied, "Or we could stay here and make up for the lack of morning sex today."
His eyes widened slightly at your bluntness, "Yes-yeah-we could- we could do that."
You giggled at his slightly flushed face and connected your lips once again.
"Wait! You still haven't deleted that guy's number." he exclaimed as he pulled back from you.
"Ohhh well he was never real." you replied as you shrugged lightly.
Lando blinked in surprise at your revelation, confusion crossing his features. "What do you mean he wasn't real?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.
You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "I made him up to mess with you," you confessed, a playful smile dancing on your lips.
His expression shifted from confusion to amusement, and then to mock indignation. "You are such a muppet," he exclaimed, squeezing your sides.
"Yeah, yeah." you replied while playfully rolling your eyes. "Now keep kissing me Norris."
"Don't have to ask me twice baby." He grinned before leaning down and capturing your lips together.
more notes: yes i am aware the ending is awful but i wrote this during the suzuka gp and i was stressed enough with that. goodnight. (also just reached 800 followers WOOO thanks guys🥹)
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✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU — you always liked taking your boyfriend dress shopping with you, maybe it’s because he always gave all of your options a fair chance.
ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, bf!geto, public / fitting room / mirror scenes, my questionable characterisation (it’s been a while guys please spare me!) ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hii! another lil jjk thirst for now, im gonna be working on some more genshin also + a lil nagi post cos ofc it’s me <3
“do you like this one?”
you ask as you brush down the hem of the dress around your hips, meeting the dark, sharp gaze as it’s owner breathes out a low whistle before readjusting himself to sink deeper into his seat with a whisper of a grin.
“mhm, looks real good, pretty girl.”
you don’t know how long you’ve been in this store’s fitting room, but your boyfriend geto looks comfortable as he leans back in the sofa. his thighs are spread and one of his arms thrown haphazardly along the back space behind him as he hums.
anyone else would’ve probably complained by now but he looks content with dragging his gaze along your figure, tracing along the fabric that falls across your body so perfectly that he can’t help but want to peel it back, like he’s following a map to something greater.
“look at you.” geto’s words are like honey with the soft sort of drawl his voice takes with you, accompanied by the smooth twist of his neck as he urges you to do a pretty little spin for him — one that you do so easily as you giggle.
“sugu. you’ve liked all of them.” you feign annoyance, turning back to face him as you rest one of your hands on your hip, earning you a raised brow from your boyfriend before he’s shrugging his shoulders and pushing himself to stand.
you almost roll your eyes with the way geto stretches his arms over his head, deliberately as he watches the way you struggle not to watch the way every muscle seems to twitch as he moves. you pout your lips, and that urges him to take a few long strides towards you before his hands are on your hips.
it’s intimate, gentle, the way he holds you — looking down at you with a slow hum like he’s really thinking your choices over in his head. “have i? maybe it’s the model.” he eventually answers, accompanying it with a quick peck along the exposed skin of your shoulder as he leans over you.
“we need to pick one for the party.” you try again,
“mhm.” but geto’s barely listening, much too enthralled with busying himself in the crook of your neck, suckling and pressing his lips along your collarbones — hands squeezing and kneading at your hips and waist before they trace along the hem of the dress.
he steps into you, urging you back into the fitting room you just pushed yourself out of, like it was built for two and you’d have maybe put up more of a fight if he wasn’t so intoxicating. “how am i supposed to choose.,” you feel dazed with every wet press of his lips on your skin as he speaks, low hum of his voice making the nerves under your skin sing as you press your fingertips into his biceps, trembling with need.
“i’m serious, sugu—“ your words are a mere whisper, you can barely trust your own voice before he’s turning you to face the floor length mirror infront of you both. he allows you a shakey breath before he’s back over you, chest pressed against your back as one of his hands take your chin between his fingers, urging you to make eye contact with him in your reflection this time.
“i mean, see how pretty it looks.” geto’s words are honest, unwavering despite the weight of arousal that hangs in the small room and the press of his clothed cock against your lower back. both of you are only hidden behind the flimsy curtain, there’s not a lot of space in here but it only seems to push you both closer — like you’re hoping you could melt into him entirely.
“had to see it up close for a better opinion.” he grits, jaw tensing as his fingertips swipe experimentally between your thighs — the push of his wrist pulling at the hem of the dress until your panties are just visible in the mirror.
“suguru..” you try, gasp with the way your legs suddenly feel unsteady, readjusting yourself against geto’s chest despite the way you know he’s got you anyway. you can feel his hair trace along your skin as he curls over you, leaning over your shoulder to smear a kiss across your cheek before he’s meeting your gaze infront of you again, urging you to step your legs apart ever so slightly with his fingers.
“hm? i’m just making sure my girl will be comfortable for the party.”
it catches you off guard the way you feel his clothed cock push up against your panties, expertly until you’re so comfortable in him you could melt — letting his strong hold steady you as his free palm squeezes at your tits through the neck of your dress.
you swear you can feel geto throb against you, despite the layers separating you both — you can still feel the outline of his blunt tip, deliberately pushing into your swollen clit as he breathes deep into your skin. you rock into him, like there’s not a whole store of people through the thin curtain separating you both, like you’re the only people in the whole mall before you feel the vibration of his tone drip through you once more, but his sharp eyes remain on yours in the mirror.
“think you’ll have to try them all on again after this.. so they all have a fair chance, pretty girl.”
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