also illi not only stealing your underwear to sniff and jerk off into but also wearing them herself. need that ;3⚰️
okok i’m skipping ahead juuust a bit in my inbox queue because i feel like i’ve done so many dilf gee requests lately and not enough of my baby girl illi!! but rest assured, we will be circling back to dilf gee because i can never truly get enough of him. just wanna make sure all of the gee factions get fed tonight <33
content: afab reader wears panties but no gender explicitly mentioned, illi has a girlcock and she’s obsessed in love with you :’) <333 panty thief illi, pervy illi, basement illi, gross illi, ilii illi illi illi
your best friend illi loves your room, it has pictures of y’all in it, your favorite cds and books, it smells like you, and best of all- it has your hamper chock full of undies. she herself only has a handful of pairs. plain and cotton. she doesn’t understand why somebody would need so many. but she’s glad that you do. it means you never notice when you’re missing a pair. or several.
you’ve been friends for so long, you’re perfectly content to just leave her in your room while you take care of things elsewhere. she’ll dig through your hamper at her leisure while you’re showering or making a snack downstairs. picking the freshest pairs off the top, the ones still damp in the crotch. she can’t resist pressing them against her nose, and taking a deep, shuddering breath. her girlcock twitches beneath her skirt as she imagines you picking out a fresh pair in the morning, sliding them up your pretty legs and snapping them against your hips. in your room, she’ll palm herself while she thinks about how you just exist in them all day, how the back wedges up between your cheeks, how the gusset sits right up against your lips, collecting whatever drips out of you throughout the day.
your bestie knows the sounds of your footsteps coming down the hall, she always keeps an ear out for them. she’ll pocket them in her bag, hoodie, jeans if she’s wearing some just before you open the door, and start yapping. you’re completely oblivious to the fact that the scent of your arousal lingers wet on her nostrils while she nods and listens to you so intently. in reality she’s just thinking about what panties you’re currently wearing and how soon she can get them.
when she gets back to her room, the basement, her lil cave, she pulls them back out, gives them another huff before putting them on herself. she settles her pretty girlcock up through the side of them. she snaps the waistband against her lovehandles before turning to check herself out in her fullbody mirror. there’s a wet patch quickly darkening up near the hip area where her tip rests. it’s twitching again, just at the thought of how your pussy was touching the same gusset her balls are now resting against. she backs up from the mirror until she’s laid back on her bed, propped up on her elbow while the other hand comes down to palm at herself again. her head rolls back as she lets out a sound she’s been holding in since your room. something between a groan and a whine.
her thick hips roll up into her hand as she rubs at her shaft through the soft fabric. ‘fuck… ahhh… fuck- baby…’ she babbles to no one in particular, your name slips out between curses. she’s picturing you while she gets off. poor baby’s so worked up, she can’t ever focus on a singular fantasy. one minute it’s your hand jerking her off, next you’re between her knees, smiling up at her, then you’re riding her, then it’s back to you jerking her off. just the thought of you is overwhelming to her.
when it begins to become too much, she’ll grab her pillow, lay back and hump. full, deep grinds against it, growing more and more desperate with each rut. she’ll paw around her messy bed for another pair of your panties. once she finds them, she brings them up to her nose and huffs. it’s always enough to send her right over the edge, her back arches off the bed and up into her pillow as she chases the stimulation. she cries out your name as she soaks and ruins your panties with a thick load of cum. it leaks down her inner thigh, smears on her pillowcase, making a mess she can’t be bothered to clean right now.
she feels a little bad, knowing you’re now down another pretty pair. but she feels worse knowing she just overwrote your scent with her cum… oh well, she can just go get another pair tomorrow. you always tell her she’s welcome anytime. she crawls up from the edge of her bed, flips her pillow to the cleaner side and lays back against it. she dozes, lazily palming her softened girlcock and warm load through your ruined panties while she thinks about what kind of panties you’re currently wearing.
