Hey can you make a smut fic that’s really kinky where the user is a nerdy bottom who is Karen’s younger sister and Regina (2024 one) is a top has a soft spot for her but gets jealous easy and dosent want to admit she likes the reader (also kinda like a alpha and omega kind think) and just some how it leads to sex?
Apex Predator's Prey
GP!Regina George x Reader
Smut - breeding, ownership, younger x older, literally one slap
Another Req: Hey can you make the most kinky, smuty, dark, Regina x reader fic where the reader is Karen’s younger sister (NOT ILLEGAL KINDA YOUNG BUT YONGER THEN REGINA) and is a nerdy bottom who Regina wants so bad and when they are alone Regina makes it known that the reader is hers no matter what by fuvking her?
Regina George struts through the halls of North Shore High like she owns the place—and honestly, she might as well. With her long blonde hair cascading down her back, sharp blue eyes that can cut through anyone, and that confident sway in her hips, she's the queen bee everyone either worships or fears.
She's popular, the kind of popular that comes with a entourage and a reputation for being mean to anyone who crosses her. But beneath that dominant exterior, there's a side of her that slips out around you, Karen Shetty's younger sister. You're the one exception to her biting sarcasm, the girl she can't help but soften for.
Karen's your big sister, always dragging you into her social circle because you're family and, well, she likes showing you off a bit. But when Karen's not looking—when she's off gossiping with the Plastics or dealing with some drama—Regina finds ways to corner you. A brush of her hand against your arm in the hallway, her body leaning in too close during lunch, whispering things that make your cheeks heat up.
"Hey, cutie," she'd say one afternoon, her voice low and teasing as she leans over you against the lockers, Karen nowhere in sight. "You know you're the only one who doesn't piss me off, right? Everyone else is just noise. Kinda makes me wanna keep you all to myself." Her fingers trail lightly up your arm, and she smirks, that dominant glint in her eye. "Don't tell Karen, though. She'd freak."
Another time, in the empty classroom after school, she'd pulled you onto her lap while apparently helping with homework. "You're so cute when you bite your lip like that," she'd murmur, her breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how much I like you, do you?" Her hand would squeeze your thigh, possessive and warm, making your heart race.
She always makes it clear, these little moments where her meanness melts away just for you. It's like you're her secret weakness, the one person she lets her guard down for.
One Friday evening, your phone buzzes with a text from Regina: Hey, loser. Karen's out with the girls tonight. Come over to my place? We can 'study' for that bio test. Don't make me beg. You know it's a pretext—Regina's too smart to need help studying—but the thrill of it pulls you in. You sneak out, telling your parents you're heading to a friend's, and show up at her massive house, the door already cracked open like she knew you'd come.
She greets you in the foyer, wearing a tight tank top that hugs her curves and short shorts that do nothing to hide the bulge of her cock straining against the fabric. Her blonde hair is loose, and she looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. "Finally," she says, pulling you inside and kicking the door shut. "Been thinking about you all day." Before you can respond, her lips crash against yours, dominant and hungry, her hands gripping your waist to press you against the wall.
"That studying thing?" she whispers between kisses, her tongue flicking against your lower lip. "Total bullshit. I just want to fuck you. Been dying to bury my cock in that tight pussy of yours."
"'Ina, god," you chuckle against her lips as heat pools between your legs.
She chuckles softly, sensing your arousal. She leads you upstairs to her bedroom, all pink and plush, but the air is thick with tension as she pushes you onto the bed.
Regina climbs over you, her body pinning yours down with that effortless dominance. "Relax, baby," she murmurs, her fingers already tugging at your shirt. "I'm gonna take such good care of you, baby." She strips you slowly, kissing down your neck, her hands roaming your bare skin. When she's got you naked, she spreads your thighs wide, settling between them.
Her mouth descends first, tongue lapping at your pussy with firm, deliberate strokes. She sucks on your clit, swirling her tongue around it while her hands hold your hips steady. "Fuck, you taste so sweet," she groans against you, the vibrations making you arch. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue first. Let me hear those pretty sounds."
She dives deeper, tongue thrusting inside you, fucking you with it as her nose grinds against your clit. Your hands fist in her blonde hair, and she hums approvingly, speeding up until your body tenses, pleasure crashing over you in waves. You cum hard, thighs shaking around her head, and she licks you through it, not stopping until you're gasping.
"One down," she says with a wicked grin, wiping her mouth as she shifts up. Her fingers replace her tongue, two sliding into your soaked pussy easily. She curls them, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "Look at me while I fuck your pussy with my fingers, hm?" she commands, her voice husky. "You're so wet for me. Feel how I stretch you? Gonna add another, okay?" She pushes in a third, pumping steadily, her thumb circling your clit. "Cum again, sweetheart. Squeeze my fingers like you mean it." Her free hand pinches your nipple, adding to the overload, and soon you're clenching around her, another orgasm ripping through you as she talks you right to the edge and over.
Panting, you watch as she sheds her clothes, her hard cock springing free—thick, veined, and already leaking precum. It's bigger than you imagined, and she strokes it twice, eyes locked on yours. "Now for the main event," she says, positioning herself at your entrance. "I'm gonna fuck you deep, fill you up with my cum. You want that?"
"Yes, Regina, please," you whisper, and she thrusts in with one smooth motion, bottoming out inside your pussy. The stretch burns so good, her cock filling you completely. "Fuck, such a perfect pussy," she groans, starting to move, hips snapping against yours. "Take it all, baby." She talks you through every thrust, her husky tone guiding you. "That's it, fuck yourself on my cock. You're doing so well—gonna make me cum soon." Her pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, and she leans down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss.
She cums first, burying deep and flooding your pussy with hot spurts of cum. "Shit, yes—take my cum, baby," she gasps, grinding through it. But she doesn't stop, pulling back only to slam in again, her cock still hard inside you. "Not done yet. Gonna pump you full over and over." Round two builds faster, her thrusts relentless, hand between you to rub your clit. "Cum with me this time. Milk my dick." You shatter around her, pussy clenching as she unloads again, cum mixing with yours and leaking out around her shaft.
She flips you onto your stomach for the next, entering from behind. "Ass up, face down," she orders, spanking your cheek lightly. "Knew you'd look so pretty like this—watching my cum drip out." She pounds into you, the wet sounds obscene, talking dirty the whole time. "You're mine now, hm? This pussy belongs to my cock. Cum again—let me feel it." Her fingers dig into your hips as you obey, orgasm hitting as she fills you a third time, cum leaking and soaking the sheets.
By the fourth, you're both sweaty and spent, but she spoons behind you, cock sliding back in slow and deep. 'One more, baby,' she whispers, kissing your shoulder. "Gonna breed you proper. Cum on my dick while I cum inside you, baby." Her hand snakes around to play with your clit, thrusts lazy but precise, drawing out your final climax as she pulses, cum spilling deep once more.
She stays inside you after, holding you close, her dominant edge softened into something tender. "Told you I like you," she murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "More than like. You're my favorite."
You both breathe into each other, taking all that had happened, you processing the cum leaking out of your pussy, Regina restraining herself in order not to start pumping you full all over again. Then as you let yourself close your eyes, Regina speaks.
"Don't worry about the mess. I'll clean you up with my tongue in the morning."
summary — to the majority of essex, leighton murray is an unapproachable bitch. to you, she’s the only person in a crowded room.
warning(s) — friends with benefits, mutual feelings, alludes to pining/yearning, sorority events, college, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom leighton murray, closeted leighton murray, sneaking away, light banter, biting, hickies, possessive leighton, mean leighton, kissing, dirty talk, implied voyeurism, 69ing, fingering (r!receiving), degradation, punishment aspects, nipple stimulation, forced orgasm, mutual orgasm, overstimulation, porn with plot, aftercare, men/minors dni
authors note — inspired by leave me alone, very specifically ‘line my lips just to match my nipples’… enjoy some babie leighton smut
“No way Leighton Murray actually showed up.” A strawberry blonde in a pink dress chirped at your side, her eyes wide as they took in the sight of Essex College’s very own blonde bombshell stepping past the threshold of the sliding glass doors. The incandescent sunlight cascaded down on her platinum locks with such lightness that it gleamed almost like a halo from a distance. Her ever sharp brown eyes were dangerous as they searched the yard, unmaking anyone she spent more than five seconds analyzing with her lips pulled taut into a neutral expression of indifference.
“Come on, she’s not that bad.” You interject weakly, your head lulling to the side until your gaze can find the girls scrutinizing eyes. You don’t know why you’re so quick to defend Leighton — who’s pointedly avoided glancing in your direction — but you do, and it leaves a bad taste in the pledges mouth.
Her eyes haven’t wandered to the details of your dress. They’re pretty, you’ll admit it, but they haven’t found the gold membership badge pinned to your sweetheart neckline, accented with a classy string of pearls. She’s unaware of your role in the sorority, entirely focused on Leighton. It doesn’t pain you in the slightest to scratch her name off the mental list of pledges you’ve memorized in preparation for this event.
“She’s practically Godzilla.” The girl — Kaylee Towers, a freshman pledge with a stellar recommendation list — said in response, still oblivious to how she was talking herself out of any chance of making it into Kappa. “If Godzilla had pretty blonde hair, I mean.”
“Complementing her kind of negates the entire point of sulking over her presence, doesn’t it?” You raised a single questioning eyebrow, further craning your body toward Kaylee. The shift in stance had pointed your chest in her direction, and when her eyes trailed down to the neckline of your pink dress, a gleam of satisfaction sparked in your settled gaze when she paled.
“I-I wasn’t—“ It was entirely discomforting to watch her flounder beside you on the grass; never the type to gravel in somebody else’s misfortunes even if embarrassment was warranted.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to stand beneath the weight of pointless backtracking for long, being called away toward the stairs leading up to the deck by your fellow sorer and Kappa’s esteemed, motivated president. Leighton wasn’t at the top anymore, no longer glancing down at the mingling bodies and warm smiles of performative friendliness scattered around the backyard as you took them slowly, with a slight swing in your hips that was probably unnecessary.
You hadn’t been paying attention to the music that was playing in the background. It was soft but just loud enough to provide a safety net in moments where conversation dwindled. When it cut out abruptly, and Madison clapped her hands together three times, every single set of eyes on the premise was on you — all except one chilling pair.
Leighton hovered in the back corner. The baby blue blazer draped around her shoulders brought out the clarity in her complexion. Leighton didn’t have perfect skin. She’d never attended class sporting pimple patches as evidence of any hormonal breakouts, but there are times when you look at her, and you can see the texture in her skin. Her pores look blurred from where you stand, nerves bubbling with familiar attentiveness. She’s not looking at anything in particular, you trace her gaze to the side of the house where a white fence is overgrown with rose vines.
“Hello! Welcome to Kappa — where sisterhood is sparkly, sacred, and so much more than just matching sweatshirts, okay?” Madison began spiritedly, and while the painstakingly curated hook had the designated effect on the majority of pledges, Leighton wasn’t captivated by the stereotypical cutesy inflection. You’d suggested that Madison refine the speech, that maybe it was time to down back how much they really leaned into the whole shtick of it all. The corners of your lips twitch at Leighton’s cold indifference. She’s the only one you’re looking for. “I’m Madison Hart, Kappa’s president! Now, before I get too carried away bragging about how amazing this year is going to be — and trust me, it is — for those of you who make it through initiation, at least.” Madison giggled. I’d like to introduce you to Y/N Y/L/N. Unfortunately, our Vice President couldn’t be here with us today, but Y/N is our absolutely amazing treasure, and she was willing to come in her place. She keeps our books tighter than last year’s formal dresses and yes, she did get a five in AP Calc.” Madison smiled, but your face flamed with heat. You hadn’t known she was going to include that. It wasn’t mentioned any of the seven times she made you listen to this while over the course of the last week.
Out of the corner of your eye, because it was impossible not to be drawn to Leighton when the pastel blue of her blazer stuck out amongst the crowd of whites and bubblegum pinks starkly, you could see her lips quirk upwards, but her eyes never lingered toward Madison’s voice for even a second. It bothered you, but you don’t know why. This is typical Leighton behavior.
“To all our pledges, I cannot wait to get to know each and every one of you…assuming you survive the next two weeks. I’m kidding! Kind of. Anyways, get ready for glitter, giggles, and growth, because you’re not just joining a sorority— you’re joining the sorority!” There’s such a stark difference between someone like you and someone like Madison, but you don’t have the attention span to consider where the vault line rests. “Now, before I let you all get back to mingling, Y/N has a few things to say!”
You smiled softly, waving your hand at the crowd. Your eyes pass over Leighton again, unconsciously, you don’t even mean to, but it pangs your heart slightly to realize she’s still absorbed in the rose petals on her right.
“Hi everyone! I’m seriously so excited to see all of your faces. It makes all the spreadsheet stress and hours on Excel worth it.” Your lips curve into a gentle grin, one that conveys just how serious you take this event. “I’m incredibly lucky to be serving as treasurer for the second year with Kappa. Now, I know money talk isn’t exactly the glamorous part of sorority life, but I promise— it’s what keeps this all running. My role is to make sure that we can take quality sisterhood retreats as well as maintain our traditional events. Kappa has been a delightful presence in my life, and I aim to provide the same experiences for you and our chapter again this year.” You pause for a moment, letting your eyes sweep over the faces in the crowd.
A few of the girls you recognize from a handful of random classes, but nobody sticks out like Leighton does. Your eyes land on her again, and this time she’s looking directly at you. Her stare is chilling, but not in a way that turns you cold and hollow. She fills you with warmth and butterflies; you know she’d hate that if you ever told her.
When Leighton realizes that you haven’t paused to give the crowd a chance to absorb the information you’d just projected with ease, her blonde brow raises questioningly; challengingly. You swallow thickly, a lump bobbing in your throat when your mouth is suddenly dry in an instant.
If Leighton notices the effects of her wordless gesture over you, there’s no indication in her stone features that command you keep going at all odds. “So, to our new baby Kappas; you are so welcome here. If you ever need anything — help with dues, advice, or just someone to sit with during a movie night — I’m your girl. This house isn’t just about the events or the merchandise. It’s about real connection, and I cannot wait to see how each and every one of you shine in your own way. Some of you might not be with us at the end of these two weeks, but even your consideration at all is enough for Kappa to welcome you anytime in the future. Welcome home, and please, enjoy the refreshments. There’s more inside if it gets too warm out here.”
Madison waved her hands encouragingly, and the music started playing again. You barely had a chance to step off the stairs before conversation swept you up, carrying you through the backyard in a loop until you ended up in the living room with a bottle of water and three girls surrounding you cheerfully. You didn’t know how it was accomplished; how one person finished with you and another swept you up in a second like they’d been waiting in line for a turn.
Leighton somehow evaded you during the entire ordeal. One minute she’d still been standing beside the gate in the corner, and the next she’d been nowhere in sight. You’d be lying if you denied that your heart had sank to your belly thinking she’d left without saying anything, but quickly was that thought buried. You hadn’t let yourself dwell on the thought of her, but then it genuinely had fallen away from your mind, and all that consumed you was getting to know these pledges so when she did cross your gaze again, the breath was stolen from your lungs.
Somehow, there was an angel looking out for you in that single moment. As Leighton crossed your path, her head inclining toward the stairs that she knew led to your bedroom, the three pledges in front of you glanced at the television screen that Madison had set to project a clock. They excused themselves politely, like the majority of the other pledges had done, and you’d taken advantage of the three seconds of isolation you found in that moment to escape upstairs to find Leighton.
It didn’t take much scrounging to find. All of your bedroom doors had been tightly closed in preparation of having a few hundred people swarming the backyard and downstairs living areas, but now yours was cracked, a faint glow stretching out into the hallway. Leighton adored the gold wire lamp shaped like a star on your nightstand. It doesn’t shock you to find it on when you push the door open enough to slip inside.
“You came.” You smiled tenderly, your features melting as you took in the sight of Leighton in your bedroom, dressed up for an event that was so entirely you, and so distinctly not her. Leighton is silly, and soft, and incredibly stubborn, and sure she’s a legacy socialite who belongs at this function more than you do, but it’s not her. Leighton is sneaky hookups in the pouring rain. She’s black eyeliner and lip liner that matches the darker hue around her nipple when they peddle so prettily beneath your fingers. Leighton is tight cuddling in bed, and only socks in the dorm hallway not slippers, never slippers. Leighton Murray doesn’t own a pair of slippers and she hasn;t since she was six. You don’t know how you know that, or if Leighton even realizes you remember her telling you one time and one time only.
Leighton shrugged, her fingers toying with the shade over your lamp. Her chronic nonchalance unsettles you deeply, even after all this time fooling around in the dark. “I wanted to see what it was all about.”
“You’re sure that’s all you came for?” Your lips pull taunt; considering. You know her better than that, you know that she didn’t drag her ass to this sorority house just to watch you from a distance for hours. She’d done a lot of things for you, but wasting her time is not something you’d ever ask. Your intentions were clear when you’d asked her over, but you’d expected her later on, halfway through, or even not at all. But here she was, dressed to impress, standing in your bedroom, flush from the heat of the sun on her skin for hours with no true purpose.
Leightons fingers curl around the threaded chord beneath the lampshade and in a second your bedroom is drenched in darkness, the blinds closed, blocking out the still bright abyss of blue beyond the window. “No.” She answers and your core clenches at her sultry tone, dampness pooling in your panties as she stalks forward with seduction in her every soft footstep.
“Oh?” You lead, and Leighton scoffs as she closes the gap between your bodies, her hands settling heavily on your hips, attempting to claim you with just a simple touch. Her possession is addicting. When she’s not around, the weight of her hands on your hips, on your waist, on your inner thighs, and your neck… it lives in your memory, replays in your head. Leighton knows that. She can tell just by looking at you right now that you’ll still be thinking of this moment later — this simple moment before she’s even done anything to your body.
“Do you know how hot you look in this dress?” Leighton groans, dragging her teeth down your neck when she cranes her head to fall into the pocket of darkness between your jaw and shoulder. Your hair tickles her cheek as she sucks a purple bruise into the crevice of your neck, and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle in response to the sensation as you sigh contentedly. “So fucking hot.”
“Yeah?” You whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as your head lulled sideways in submission, providing more surface area for Leightons lips to taste in her descent. She kisses down the sweetheart neckline of the pink dress, and her lips are moist, soft, even the nude lipstick she wears feels like velvet as she drags it across your skin tantalizingly.
“Yeah.” Leighton confirmed as she pulled away, a lustful haze over her eyes as her blown pupils corrupted her brown stare until glittering black stared back at you. “But I need you to take it off. Right now. If you think I didn’t see you shaking your ass when you climbed those stairs, you’re fucking delusional.” The heat of her accusation leaves goosebumps on your skin, and you shudder as you comply.
“I know you saw me.” You whispered as you spun around, sweeping your hair to one side of your neck in favor of exposing the hidden zipper in the back. Madison had needed to help you get into it in the first place, but Leightons fingers felt better at the nape of your neck, toying with the clasp of your necklace.
“Pearls are a girl's best friend, you know.” Leighton murmured against your skin, stepping closer until the soft fabric of her blazer brushed against your exposed shoulders. A tremble jostled your frame, weakening your knees.
Your eyebrows furrowed through the haze of your arousal, your head craning just slightly to steal a glance at Leighton over your shoulder. “I thought that was diamonds.” You panted breathlessly, your eyes fixed on her lips, unable to envision anything other than her pert nipples.
”Not when I’m the one playing with them.” Leighton husked and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling backwards onto her shoulder as you breathed heavily, your body alight with heat. It was a slight shock when the zipper began to glide down your spine, Leighton deciding to finally begin undressing you when you’d least expected it. “I’ll save that for another time.” Leighton smirked as she stepped away from your body, letting her nimble fingers guide the straps of your dress away from your shoulders until nothing was keeping the fabric on your body.
It pooled around your ankles in loose crumbles and Leighton helped you step out of it with a hand in yours that eagerly led you toward the bed in the center of the room, unable to hold herself back anymore when it had been hours upon hours of being on her best behavior, something that Leighotn’s admittedly not very good at. She knows how to make up for it though.
She spins you around with ease, trapping you against her chest until she can walk the both of you back into the bed, falling on top of your frame with a graceful ease. The second your body meets the mattress she’s grabbing your wrists and guiding them over your head, holding them down whilst her lips press into yours. The weight of her on top of you, fully clothed while the only garment you still sport is your lace panties that are undeniably sodden through completely.
Her kiss is enough to break you beneath her hands, every thought leaving your brain until all you can consider is that everything with Leighton feels perfectly right and earned. Her fingers slide away from your wrists when she gathers that you’re not going to be moving without her consent anytime soon, a dazzling smirk on her features as she pulls away from the bruising kiss you’d shared to instead press her fingertips into your clit above your panties.
“Fuck, you’re so god damn wet.” Leighton cursed, easing her fingers into small tight circles that were annoyingly soft against your core. She grinned when you huffed probing your entrance when your eyes screwed shut in frustration. “Does this get you off? Getting fucked like a slut while your sisters are still downstairs entertaining pledges?”
“Does this get you off? Fucking a girl with people downstairs? None of them aware of the fact that the Leighton Murray is a lesbian.” Your eyes burn with fire, passion, desire. They snap open at her teasing, her practiced degrading that incorporates the slightest illusion of voyeurism. Your rebuttal is a low blow, one that you’d typically refrain from letting past your lips, but you have no control over what you’re saying, and you know that it’ll piss her off enough to actually get working on your body that’s eager to be completely unmade and re-written by her touch.
Leighton knows that you’d never rush her out of the closet. She knows that you have no desire to make things public, not when you’d rather keep any and all relationships a few hundred feet away from the girls you share a house with. You adore them, but any conversation regarding romance doesn’t end for at least three hours on a good day and selfishly you want to keep Leighton all to yourself.
“You’ll say anything to get fucked, won’t you?” Leighton groans before she smashes her lips against yours again, all while easing your panties to the side and sinking two fingers into your walls. The whine that falls off of your lips is entirely pathetic, and it fuels Leightons ego as she doubles her efforts to a quick climax. She knows you hate when she forces it out of you, when she takes advantage of how well she knows your body and works you up fast and quick. “When are you going to learn?” She pouts condescendingly, her lips downturns into a pout that is so painfully sweet it makes your eyes glimmer with tears because you know how insincere it is. Leighton lives for these moments when you give her exactly what she claims she doesn’t want, though both of you know deflection is her default.
“Fuck!” You whine, fists grabbing handfuls of the pastel yellow sheets beneath your body. You wriggle beneath her, fighting to escape the intense pleasure she unleashes on your cunt as her thumb rubs over your clit harshly. It’s only a minute longer before you explode around her fingers with spasming walls. “Fuck, fuck!” You clasp a hand over your mouth, paranoid about how loud you let yourself be when people are around. You might make quips and digs about the risky situations you get yourselves into, but neither one of you wants to face the music if anyone comes knocking.
Leighton doesn’t make any effort to overstimulate you, which immediately relaxes you on the bed as you pant for breath with flushed cheeks. She strips out of her pantsuit at the edges of your bed, looming over your sprawled out frame with confidence and conviction that reminds you how much power she holds over you. Maybe there's not much that separates you and Leighton besides a few points on your GPA’s,
“God, I want you to eat my pussy.” She groans as she takes in the sight to your body, her hands bracing on your hips as she lies ned forward. “But first, we need to take these off of you.” She notes, and you lift your hips cooperatively for her, shivering when cold air blows against your warm core. Your hips jump and Leighton smirks, her hands trailing up until they find your breasts, rolling your nipples between her fingertips.
Your own eyes glance at her exposed body. Her nipples are pebbled already, a nude turned pinky color rimmed with a darker toned neutral, and the insides of her thighs gleam with arousal that’s wept from her entrance, ruined her panties, and begun to drip down the insides of her thighs when she pressed her legs together. Her composure is better than yours, but not even Leighton can resist the feelings you spark over her body without even trying.
She crawls over your body seductively, her damp thighs dragging along the curves of your waist, You huff in stifled amusement when she turns around over your face, her cunt hovering over your mouth, her ass attempting sight above your eyes, Your hands held her thighs, pulling her down onto your face without her compliance. Leighton said nothing about your eagerness, too consumed with the broad strokes of pleasure your tongue pulled from her core abruptly.
“Fuck.” She breathed as she fell forward, sinking down father and farther until her head was between your thighs, her hands prying your thighs open until she could plunge her tongue into your entrance where her fingers had just been, easing you through the brief moment of overstimulation when her tongue flicked your sensitive clit for the first time. “You’re still so wet.” Her words reverberate through your clit, and your head spins at the sensations shooting through your body.
Your own tongue laps at her core, at her clit specifically before it sinks to her entrance, dipping in until the tangy nectar she drips coats your tongue in thickness that’s not easily dissolved. You don’t care, lapping and slurping at her with frivolous motions that become uncoordinated the farther she works you up with her own tongue between your thighs.
Leighton pulls away from your pussy when your tongue plunges against her g-spot, pressing into the spongy part of her walls with strained efforts to even reach that far at all. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” She groans before she dives back in, taking one a single deep breath before she’s attacking you with ambition she somehow didn’t possess before and you didn’t think it possible now.
“Cum with me, cum with me.” She pants against your core, her nails digging into your thighs as her hips jerk across your face, seeking even more pleasure from you though you don’t complain, you’d never complain about having her thighs wrapped around her head and her warm core on your tongue heavily and fully. ”Come on, baby, come with me.”
It doesn’t take much encouragement, or really any at all; Leighton’s tongue is more than enough of a motivator for you as it licks a broad stripe from your weeping, clenching, quivering entrance to your sensitive clit before she creates a suction around your engorged bundle of nerves and sucks deeply, sending stars shooting through your vision. Your nails dig into her thighs the same way hers dig into yours, and your hips are wide on the mattress as they squirm and attempt to hump, though the weight of her on top of you prevents your body from being able to do much without her permission.
You work Leighton through her orgasm as she works you through yours, trailing kisses down your thighs when she leaves your clit alone for the night decisively. You don’t take the same initiative, licking soft stripes and strokes across her thighs until they gleam with evidence of your saliva instead of her arousal.
Leighton slides off of you after a moment, her chest rising and falling heavily as she settles into the pillows beside you. Once upon a time, she’d adamantly rejected staying the night with you after, but the sun has fallen behind trees now, and neither one of you are keen on another round, but she doesn’t make any indication of getting up to crawl back to her down. Instead, she reaches beneath her body and grabs the corner of your comforter, pulling it around her body with enough maneuvering to have you huffing and doing the same, figuring if one of you is going to be comfortable it should at least be you in your own bed.
“You’re staying?” You ask with heavy eyelids. You’ve been going nonstop lately trying to see this event through, but now that it is over, just another fond memory to look back on in a couple of years down the road, you’re burnt out and exhausted.
“Mhm. That okay?” Leighton always looked so insecure when you caught her in moments like this, and it makes your heart ache, because someone so talented and sweet and deserving of good things in life should be the last person constantly torn apart with worry that she’s not enough.
“Yeah.” You answer, because you would’ve never dreamed of saying no to begin with, but it feels too daunting to tell her that, so you don’t, and Leighton might never know you were thinking it at all. ”You should pee. I should pee.”
You roll over onto Leighton’s chest, your head burrowed against her breaths comfortably as you sigh dramatically. “We could always just stay here and take our chances with a UTI.”
”Chlamydia scared me into safe sex habits. Get up.” She settles you with a stern glare, even though you look so precious draped across her chest, and you find yourself complying with a dramatic sigh.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t know sleeping with women could still lead to STDs.” You scoffed softly, clambering out of bed with her, your hand finding hers instinctively. If Leighton thought anything of your clinginess, she didn’t say anything as she led you to the ensuite bathroom you’d been lucky enough to claim.
“I adamantly denied being a lesbian until I met you, and then I spiraled for two months until I finally had the balls to go up to you at that party. I mean, it was probably only a month and two weeks, but I had to wait for the Chlamydia to clear up.” She mutters, and you wonder if anybody would even believe you if you went and ran your mouth on campus about Leighton Murray’s sex live and sexuality, it certainly clashed with her reputation on campus, but it just made perfect sense to you. Everything about her makes perfect sense to you.
”Yes, thank you for that.” You mused sarcastically, shivering as you sat down on the toilet, cursing yourself for not at least grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser when you’d stumbled past it. “It’s freezing in here.”
“No, it’s not. You’re just always cold after.” Leighton rolled her eyes, and you pouted petulantly at her. When you’d first met, she never would batted an eye at whether you were cold or not after she’d just entirely recreated your definition of euphoria, but then you’d softened her heart, and now she can’t help but think of all the little things that make you who you are.
“Stop knowing things about me.” You smile softly, and Leighton smirks as she switches places with you on the toilet, something that makes you giggle with a domestic warmth before you retreat to the sink, pumping two handfuls of coconut scented soap into your palm. ”Do you want sweats or shorts?”
“Panties.” Leighton answered and you rolled your eyes but nodded, turning toward the bedroom to grab the clothes that she’d requested for the night ahead of the both of you.
