Fanart from the fanfic called backseat

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After exposing my sexy wife to the offices and shoppers below I spent hours eating her ass and edging her.

Start the weekend get away by fucking your hot wife where every can see her! Open window at the hotel and hold her so she knows she is being watched.

Amp It Up (Biadoryssa) - Melyssa

“Wait where’s Alyssa?!” Bianca grabs her arm, now finding it rather absurd for her girlfriend to be missing ten minutes before Adore’s performance.

Adore pulls away her arm with a smirk, dashing off without answering the question.

“Watch over my bag in room 12!” she yells over her shoulder.

“Wait-” but Adore had already disappeared among the crowd of staff members, leaving Bianca to groan at the younger.

“Why in the hell is she leaving her bag in random rooms?!” Bianca mumbles under her breathe as she stomps to retrieve the younger’s bag.

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Bianca breathlessly yet giddily made her way backstage, the curtains swishing behind her in exit. The crowds were still cheering, the noise still going as long as the smile she had on her face. The smile only grew wider when her eyes immediately landed on the tall figure waiting for her there. 

  “Wiiilloooww” Adore yelled happily, wasting no time to wrap her arms around her girlfriend and pepper her face with kisses. “You were soo cool there did you know that?”

  “I don’t see how reading strangers to filth would be considered Pussyface” Bianca snorts, pushing Adore’s face away with a roll of her eyes. Of course it was more out of playful sarcasm rather than anything. How could she ever hate Adore, when just the sight of her still makes her heart race throughout these years. Especially now, when its not usual for them to perform in the same venues. 

  She presses a kiss of her own on the younger’s lips, taking a second to stare fondly into those wide doe eyes she and the world fell in love with. Adore looked gorgeous today, her long silky black hair flowing effortlessly until her hips. She was dressed in her favourite black leather jacket for tongiht’s gig, topping over a flashy set of leopard-printed tanktop and denim shorts, finishing the grungy outfit with a pair of combat boots and make-up. 

  She notices how breathy the younger was, a small sheen of sweat on her warm skin and her smudged lipstick drawing a chuckle out of her. 

  “Been getting frisky backstage Dory?” Bianca eyes her knowingly. Adore responds with a laugh of her own as she wipes the red edges along. 

  “You could call it a good luck charm.” The younger winks. 

  “Where is Puckerface anyway?” Bianca asks, looking around for her second lover which was unusually missing from their embrace. Normally, Alyssa would be there, jumping excitedly as she rambled her praises for her performance a hundred words per minute. 

  “You know she doesn’t like you calling her that right?” Adore snickers, nuzzling her hand. 

  “Yeah but where is that bitch-” “Adore your cue starts in ten minutes!”

  Both girls turn around at the staff’s announcement. The boy says nothing else, scurrying away and leaving the lovers. 

  Adore smiles excitedly at Bianca, her face glowing like a Christmas tree just like every single time she performs on stage. “Well I got to go Willow.”

  “Wait where’s Alyssa?!” Bianca grabs her arm, now finding it rather absurd for her girlfriend to be missing ten minutes before Adore’s performance. 

  Adore pulls away her arm with a smirk, dashing off without answering the question. 

  “Watch over my bag in room 12!” she yells over her shoulder.

  “Wait-” but Adore had already disappeared among the crowd of staff members, leaving Bianca to groan at the younger. 

  “Why in the hell is she leaving her bag in random rooms?!” Bianca mumbles under her breathe as she stomps to retrieve the younger’s bag. 

  Nobody paid attention to her, staff and other performers alike passing her by without a single glance. Yet, Bianca notices, not one of them was her blonde girlfriend. 

  ‘Maybe she’s already in the seats’ Bianca thinks, longing to hurry up to catch a front row to Adore’s performance. 

  She hastens her step, heels clacking against the floor, eyes glancing through the the numbered stars on the doors. 

  7…8…9..10…11

  “Aha!” Bianca mutters in triumph as she grabs the handle of room no. 12. It’s unlocked, swinging inside easily to reveal a mutely lighted room and-

  Bianca’s mouth drops open, eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. 

  On the center of the room was one giant amplifier, a wire connecting it to the corner of the room, probably to some part of the stage. It was odd, the sound system being here instead of the stage, yet that wasn’t has Bianca gaping. Her eyes were focused there, on the girl sitting atop the speaker, legs spread over its sides, squirming against the rope binding her two hands together. Familiar green eyes meet hers, widening in shock under long lashes before Bianca hears what could probably be a sigh of relief through the gag over her mouth. 

  “Alyssa!” Bianca yells, running towards the bounded girl to take off the gag. 

  Alyssa gasps as the fabric comes off, dissolving into a coughing fit as she tries to get air back into her lungs. 

  “Who did this to you?!” Bianca growls angrily as she moves to undo the ropes. “I’m going to kill them-”

  However, Alyssa jerks her hands away, choking out a breathless “Wait!”.

  Bianca’s hand freeze allowing Alyssa to take a couple more seconds and gasps of air as she visibly tries to fix her composure. 

  “Don’t you-” Alyssa reaches for her lover “Don’t you do no killing now, I ain’t wasting my cash bustin your ass out of jail.”

  These words has Bianca doing nothing but deadpan at the Texan woman. “I just walked in on you-”

  “N-now I can explain-” Alyssa hastily cuts her off.

  “-on you acting out a kidnapping scene.” Bianca groans into her hands. She permits herself  couple more seconds before parting her fingers to further glare at Alyssa through them. 

  “And I’m guessing there’s more to the explanation than a bag Adore had sent me to watch over isn’t there Puckerface?” Bianca remarks, voice steady yet laced with a hint of malice that often anyone who knew and didn’t know her into a fit of anxiety. 

  And Alyssa looked nervous alright, biting her lip as her eyes darts between Bianca and the corner of the room. 

  Bianca never stops glaring at her, keeping her hawk eyes focused on her girlfriend who was still in the black and neon dress she wore for her lipsynch gig that night. Its pink tassels sway slightly, moving as Alyssa shifts above the speaker. Strangely enough, Bianca doesn’t miss the split-second shudder that seems to run over her girlfriend, who still makes no move to get off the make-shift chair.

  “I-I made out with Adore.” Alyssa gulps again. 

  “Mhmm” 

  That was obviously nothing new. If platonic people make out with a bit of alcohol in their system, people in a relationship would definitely be making out too. Nevermind that their relationship composed of three personality-clashing women, Adore has done worse things to Alyssa anyway. 

  “Is that all?” So what was her gig. 

  “I-we-uh” Alyssa shifts again, a small yet audible breathe leaving her as she does so. Bianca stares closer, only now noticing Alyssa’s increasingly reddening cheeks and the inconsistent shading of the pink lipstick the Texan queen was always so fussy about. 

  Adore was wearing red lipstick if she remembered. 

  “See we-” Alyssa clenches her eyes shut as she speaks in a single breathe “theresapluginsideme”

  Bianca blinks. “What?”

  “Dear god the woman is making me say it again.” Alyssa groans frustratedly. “I said-”

  “Yeah no I heard you the first time” Bianca quickly cuts her off, thoughts racing a mile a minute as the words slowly begin to repeat in her head. “You’re wearing a-”

  “Yes” Alyssa hisses, body tensing as she adjusts her position. “The kid done actually pulled it out of her clutch and-”

  “And placed it in there”

  “Yes” 

  “And you allowed it”

  “Yes” Alyssa admits, the pitch of her voice raising a little in irritation and humiliation. 

  Bianca is too shocked for anymore words. 

  Suddenly, all her previous annoyance flooded out of her body. Replacing it was the hyper-awareness she had of the way Alyssa’s body tenses or shudders when she shifts, and the slightly glazed look she had in her usually sharp eyes, and-

  And it wasn’t their first time. Oh for god’s sake, Adore was basically a horny teenager. Any kinks and fetiches she brought up, Bianca and Alyssa entertained for her sake. Bianca was already used to just not being surprised by this, but Alyssa, being the latest one to join their relationship and growing up in a bubble, adapted to them slowly. So now, watching her girlfriend tied up and sitting on the amplifier in a room of their venue, Bianca was still having a hard time choosing between being impressed and remaining in shock. 

  Instead, she slowly stands up, feeling Alyssa’s eyes follow her as she does. 

  Bianca places a hand a few feet away from the dancer’s skirt, eyes meeting her in her new nervous-curious state. “May I?”

  It takes a few seconds for Alyssa to get what she meant, but she replies with a sheepish nod of her head nonetheless. 

  Bianca feels her body tense again as she lifts her short skirt. If she didn’t believe her before, she did now. 

  Alyssa had no underwear, the piece of fabric missing, its absence being emphasised by her girlfriend’s pink glistening folds parted with a familiar indigo base plug. Adore’s favourite. 

  Bianca reckons she spends another minute staring wordlessly at Alyssa’s pussy, feeling a familiar warmth pooling in hers. 

  “Well damn-” Bianca chuckles in disbelief “Didn’t think you had it in you Puckerface.”

  “She was really convincing alright?!” Alyssa squirms and whines in embarrassment “And she was given me those wide jesus eyes of hers and-”

  “And you couldn’t say no.” Bianca now gives a small laugh. Everyone falls weak at the sight of Adore’s puppy eyes. “Whore”

  Alyssa’s eyes flashes dangerously as they meet her’s again. “Hey! I aint a- AH~”

  Alyssa isn’t quick enough to stop the moan that escapes her, feeling the toy move as Bianca pushes it deeper. She glares her, glaring harder as Bianca only gives her a cruel smirk of amusement. 

  “Bitch stop that!” Alyssa hisses, only to muffle another squeak as Bianca moves it yet again. 

  “Bianca!”

  Bianca chuckles, always having found so much pleasure teasing her partners. Alyssa releases a shuddering breathe, preparing for any movement of any kind from her sadistic girlfriend, only for both of them to perk up as the hear the announcer from the stage yell into his mic.

  “Alright ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to welcome the ever so gorgeous mermaid of the dancers-”

  “You’re not watching?” Alyssa questions as Bianca stands up and sits behind her.

  Bianca snorts “As if I’m going to leave Adore’s important baggage now.”

  Alyssa chuckles. “She aint gone be happy that we missed her gig”

  “I’ll make it up to her later, she probably deserves it anyway.” 

  “ADORE DELANO!!”

  \V//

  Adore was the kind of performer who cherished her fans. She loved them, always taking five minutes to greet and chat the bar up before her number. During this time, Bianca comfortably situated herself behind Alyssa who was already feeling regretful of allowing her younger lover to leave her like this. 

  She sighs a little, placing her bounded hands in front of her as she tries to get herself comfortable. Well as comfortable as one could get with a toy nestled in your throbbing pussy, legs spread over a sound equipment. 

  “Is she gone be talkin there all night?!” Alyssa sighs exasperatedly. 

  Bianca only chuckles “It’s just one song. You’re only being horny, calm down.”

  A scoff was all Alyssa could give. Sometimes, Bianca was insensitive. Anyone could blame it on her line of work and all, but Adore didn’t even let Alyssa come when she tied and filled her up. She only told her to stay where she was and that she’ll get a reward later. 

  So here Alyssa was, over an amplifier as she tried to stop getting turned on by the piece of silicon inside her. 

  Then, they hear Adore end her speech, a moment of static indicating that she had passed the mic.

  “Finally” Alyssa grumbles as she settles herself down to listen to her girlfriends performance.

  When the first few chords of the song played, both queen could hear the entire venue go wild. It was one of Adore’s popular songs, so it was expected that it would emit such a response. 

  What Alyssa didn’t expect was for the amplifier to sound underneath her, not having been aware that it was even connected. 

  The movement sent vibrations running up her entire body, from her legs spread over it, to her unsuspecting pussy pressed against it. 

  Another chord played and Alyssa cannot stop the way her body from flinching as the vibrations travel the base of the plug all the way to its tips, the toy stimulating her insides as well. 

  “F-fuck-”

  “Fuck”

  Bianca swears behind her, getting off the sound device as its movement sends her into a momentary fit of shock and annoyance. 

  “Piece of shit.” Bianca curses “Should’ve told us it was on, now it’s- hey are you okay?”

  Alyssa could only answer in a gasp of breath as the waves of pleasure continues. By now, the song has picked up a steady rhythm, sending a pattern of vibrations to reverate through her just the way her other toys do. 

  “Oh g-god-” Alyssa whines as she digs her hands on the vibrating surface to steady herself. 

  When Adore had told her to get into this position over a speaker of all things, Alyssa didn’t know that this what she had in mind. That little fucker, she’s gonna get her so bad when they get home.

  A little moan escapes her as a particularly loud chord sends a stronger wave of vibration running through her. Alyssa doesn’t know what to do, except for gasp and and flinch against the movements. This was ridiculous, Alyssa thinks painting a mental image in her head. Had Bianca chose not to come and get her, she would have had to suffer through this alone with the door unlocked. Atleast with her girlfriend here, she feels her familiar arms wrap around her waist. 

  “That kid is stupid” Biana chuckles, warm breathe ghosting over her neck. “But she can be a genuis sometimes.”

  “Hmmpph” Alyssa clenches her eyes tight. Just for a couple of seconds, she is able to focus just enough to figure out what part of the song they were on. They were on the pre-chorus, a few lines Adore is already singing into her mic. And that was all the warning she got before the song descends into an upbeat rhythm. 

  “Ahh~” Alyssa moans as faster stronger vibrations begin to travel through her. Her hips unconsciously begins bouncing over the speaker, not sure if she was trying to get more of the sharp pleasure that shoots through her or not. 

  She clenches around the toy, as it rubs her walls in all the right and wrong ways, having Alyssa’s mind short-circuiting. 

  “Please” She begs for no one in particular as she feels her stomach begin to tighten. Ayssa presses harder against Bianca as her orgasm begins to build up. She doesn’t think she’s ever been drive to the edge this quickly before, but the situation itself was already too much and the vibrations were merciless, driving her insane and driving the toy deeper inside her. 

  With another intense chord, the toy is driven deeper again, hitting right in her g-spot and Alyssa prays that the crowd was loud enough to drown her half-scream as she came. 

  She continues helplessly bouncing on the speaker, riding out her orgasm as the song somes to an end and Alyssa could only whimper as the final waves of vibrations send her trembling in overstimulation. 

  The vibrations stop completely, the music turning off as the audience only cheers loudly from the outside. Alyssa hears nothing but a ringing in her ears and Bianca’s small whispers of praise as she traces comforting circles into her hip, waiting for her to come down from her high. 

  However, Alyssa is still incoherent when the door suddenly opens, freezing both girls in thrie wake as they meet familiar eyes and smirk. 

  “Did you guys enjoy my performance?” A sweaty Adore pants as she enters the room. 

  Immediately, her eyes land on a panting Alyssa, leaning heavily on her other girlfriend with tears peeking out from the corner of her eyes and juices pooled beneath her. 

  “Alyssa enjoyed it alright” Bianca snickers. 

  Adore smirks even wider and rushes to kiss her. Alyssa doesn’t fight it, a soft sound of approval escaping her as the younger’s lips press against hers. 

  Adore pulls away, eyes gleaming with heavy lust as she licks her lips. 

  “Ready for your reward?”

This is just a quick, smutty oneshot, courtesy of the wonderful people on the ItaSaku discord chat. You can blame all of them for the creation of this.

I also wanna gift this to @kendochick-moor because I love that woman and she needs more love and appreciation!  <3

Please mind the tags.

A Classic Mistake
MadaSaku
IzuSaku

Raising her glass to her lips, Sakura sipped her wine delicately. She rolled the full-bodied taste around on her tongue as she vaguely listened to the conversation happening beside her. A frown crossed her face when she tuned in to hear it was another topic she couldn’t care less about.

In all honesty, Sakura hated these types of gatherings; the business dinners that her husband insisted on organizing. She really didn’t mind that they were a part of his job. What she minded was that she seemed required to attend them with him. The men were interesting enough, but most of the wives were stay-at-home mothers who looked after the children. A job that was respectable in and of itself, but had little interest to Sakura who ran the entire Cardiac Department at the city hospital. She had more in common with the waiters than she did with these women.

Hiding her sigh behind her glass, Sakura’s eyes automatically fell to Madara where he sat across from her at the large, circular table. Her husband was dressed deliciously in a black-on-black suit and tie. He was already tall, dark and handsome, but the look only emphasized his stunning features. Madara was engaged in conversation with Izuna, his younger brother and business partner, and another man Sakura wasn’t well acquainted with, but her husband seemed to sense her stare for his dark eyes flickered towards her, a questioning but subtle arch to his brow.

She replied with a small roll of her eyes towards the women beside her, causing the corner of his mouth to quirk in amusement. He knew exactly how much she hated these things, but he shot her a look that promised if she behaved, he would reward her deliciously later that evening.

That single stare caused heat to pool low in her stomach and she sipped her wine again when she realized she was biting her lower lip with anticipation. Even after seven years of marriage, Madara never failed to make her come apart at the seams. Just the thought of what he might have in store for her later made her sex suddenly pulse between her legs. 

The sudden spike of arousal made her entire body warm and a sly smile crossed her face. Madara was still watching her and the liquor in her system made her bold enough to flicker her eyes down towards the table before she met his gaze again. She knew he knew what she was implying. It wasn’t the first time Sakura had slipped under the table to pleasure him - hell, it wasn’t even the second time - and a flash of pure lust filled his gaze before the corner of his mouth curled briefly in approval. 

Oh, this dinner had just taken a turn for the better.

As if nothing had happened, Madara’s attention returned to the conversation before him. It took a moment more for Sakura to peel her eyes away from her husband as heat throbbed between her legs. She could already feel the wetness gathering in her panties, but she hid her excitement as she drained the rest of her wine. All she needed was to wait for the perfect moment to slip beneath the table.

As if the gods were on her side, her opportunity arose less than ten minutes later. A busboy across the restaurant accidentally dropped a wine glass on the floor, causing the entire dining room to pause mid-conversation as heads turned abruptly towards the ringing of shatter glass. Without a single person noticing, Sakura slid beneath the table and behind the table cloth, concealing herself. A few moments later, chatter once again filled the room as diners returned to their meals.

When Madara had first told Sakura about the large dinner he had planned to discuss business, she had been slightly annoyed to hear it would be more than the usual couple or two. Now, she was grateful to have nearly twenty bodies around the large table. It made it easier to crawl to where her husband sat without worrying about accidentally bumping anyone.

It was a little dark with the tablecloth so low. The only light that came in was around the legs of the guests and near the hardwood floor, forcing her to navigate through the semi-darkness. It took Sakura a few minutes to silently crawl her way to where Madara sat to ensure she didn’t draw anyone’s attention, but it only added to her arousal. The anticipation of what she was about to do sat heavily in the pit of her stomach and the possibility of getting caught made the space between her legs throb with desperate desire.

When Sakura finally reached Madara, his legs were stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. She touched him just below his pant leg to let him know she was there, her grip tightening slightly when he jerked in start. When he fell still again, she caressed the muscles of his calves over his suit before she gripped him by the ankles and spread his legs until she could settle between them. 

A wicked smirk crossed her lips as she smoothed her palms up his legs and between the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He jerked slightly again at the sensation and her grip tightened briefly before she reached up to palm him through his slacks. Already she could feel the bulge growing there and pride flooded through her at being able to get such a response with so little touch.

Above her, she could hear Madara’s smooth voice as he replied to the client he and Izuna had been speaking with. She didn’t know what they were negotiating but she loved the easy rumble of Madara’s voice. Maybe his tone didn’t give any indication of what she was doing to him, but she knew he wasn’t unaffected judging by the hardness growing beneath her hand.

Taking some pity on him, Sakura stopped her teasing. She popped the button of his pants open and drew the zipper down before she slipped her fingers into his boxers. He was already rock hard and her mouth watered at the musky scent that reached her nose. 

Unable to resist, she blew against his erection, causing his member to twitch and harden further before she flicked her tongue against the head. His hips shifted restlessly as she played with him, her hand pumping him at the base while she licked away the precum that leaked out of the tip. She knew her teasing would earn her a punishment later, but she couldn’t resist playing with him for a few more minutes before she finally took pity on him and took him into her mouth. 

His response was subtle but immediate. His hips shifted as he adjusted in his chair. She knew it was hard for him to just sit there and let her pleasure him without his direction but it was also one of her favorite kinds of foreplay. The power she held over him at that moment was rare and intoxicating, and she swallowed him deeper until her nose brushed the hair at the base of his length and his tip hit the back of her throat. She held herself there for a second and then another before she slowly withdrew, trying to be as silent as possible. 

Beneath her touch, Sakura could feel Madara fighting against the urge to buck his hips up into her, to tangle both hands into her hair and fuck her mouth like he wanted to. He wanted it so bad she could nearly feel his body shaking with the effort to not react. 

Sakura nearly jumped when she felt fingers suddenly slide into her hair, but she relaxed after a moment as he took control. With Madara’s guidance, she bobbed her head up and down until his fingers eventually tightened in her hair. He forced his length down her throat before he held her there a moment before warm, stickiness flooded her mouth. She swallowed all of it, her hands tightening on his thighs as she struggled not to choke on the thick load before he finally released his unbreakable grip. 

She pulled back slowly, ensuring nothing would spill on her dress or his pants before she sucked in a much needed breath. She made sure to clean him slowly, a smirk crossing her lips when he twitched. 

Pride filled her. She couldn’t remember a time she had made Madara come so fast. He must have been craving her just as much as she did for him if the amount he had spilled was anything to go by. Heat still pulsed between her legs and she wanted nothing more to bury her fingers between her folds but she knew the wait tonight would be worth it. She just needed to be patient. 

After tucking Madara back in, Sakura made her way back to her seat. She waited until the wait staff had finished talking to the women seated beside her before she slipped back into her spot, like nothing had ever happened. 

Across from her, Madara and Izuna were still seated in their chairs. The man they had been discussing business with was no longer there, leaving the brothers alone. She met her husband’s gaze before she wiped the corner of her mouth seductively.

Madara only stared back, his piercing eyes utterly unwavering. 

It was then that Sakura realized Izuna was staring at her too. The world’s longest second passed as her mind caught up with what her eyes were telling her. The anger and disbelief in Madara’s gaze, Izuna’s incredulous but sated expression. She counted the chairs again before reality hit her like a freight train. It stole her breath and knocked the world out from under her feet.

For it hadn’t been her husband she had just blown and given him a mindblowing orgasm. It had been his brother. 

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