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why did i just get radfem terf shit on my for you feed... tumblr yk who i am right..
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dominant mascs groaning, moaning, whiningâŠgasping⊠whimpering..
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âsay you want my body, talk the talk but ainât doin a thing about it.â
college baller! abby anderson x femme afab reader
cw: strap-on, cocky/mean abby, dirty talk, degradation, semi-public fucking, lowercase intended, bratty/crybaby reader, dacryphilia. this is my first time writing smut so iâm sorry if itâs not great.
youâre real fed up now. the way sheâs adjusting that stupid fucking strap-on that bulges in her loose basketball shorts. muscles tense and shining with beads of her sweat that illuminate the tan freckles speckled across her shoulders.
youâre seeing red, slumped and pouting in the hard plastic of the gymnasium chair, catching the attention of your bestfriend whoâs sat next to you. dina doesnât question it and instead turns back to ellie, whoâs still rambling on some bullshit about her recent soccer practice.
her large hand glides down to the small of her back, leaning down as the smaller girl speaks into her ear. abby chuckles as she pulls away, her hand remaining on the cheerleaderâs back. her eyes flick up to your figure; slumped, pouting and arms crossed. she smirks before she goes to sit by the bench with some of her team-mates. two can play that game, abigail anderson.
you mumble some quick, made up excuse as you shuffle past your friends, storming to the bathroom. your hands grip the basin, lips twisted as you pondered. it took a couple moments before you before back off the basin, leaning back to make sure no one was in the stalls.
you swipe open on your phone, going straight to your messenger app. funnily enough, itâs already open to yours and abbyâs chat. you scroll up, reading the messages from the night before.
the image is low light but you can make out the bulge that sits under her hand the caramel happy trail that leads down her v-line.
abby: yeah baby? you want my cock?
you grimace as you read your replies, desperate and just so pathetic.
it made your blood boil. how she talked all that talk over text and blatantly ignored you in public. she was so arrogant and you hated it.
you pull your top up, the bottom between your teeth as your tits spill out. you splay your hand on your stomach, quickly snapping a few pics just in time to pull your top down before a group of girls walk in. you smile at them, quickly racing back to your seat.
as you pass by, you grin. elbows on her knees, abby hunches over her phone. perfect.
you wait until you get back to your seat to send the photos.
y/n: sent two images
y/n: oops sorry, wrong person
youâre surprised she doesnât get whiplash with the speed her head whips around to stare at you. she glares and she glares hard. if looks could kill, you wouldâve bursted into flames.
but youâll pay for it. oh, how you paid for it.
the smack echoes through the empty locker-room, followed by your cry.
âwhereâs all the attitude, baby?â.
her taunts make you cry even more, wiggling in her lap, back arched as your tits press against the material of her jersey.
âwanted to act like a big girl before but you havenât even tried to apologise.â
you keep your mouth shut, glaring at her from over your shoulder. so thatâs how it was going to be.
she bends you over the basin, the metal cold against your bare thighs. you watch in the mirror as she pulls her shorts down to sit just above her knees.
the black silicone makes you jolt forward as it slaps against your dripping lips. abbyâs hand curls around your throat, holding you just tight enough that youâre forced to look in the mirror
âwant you to look at me while iâm fucking you, princess,â she says in your ear, tone slightly hissing, âwant you to see how pathetic you look when youâre beinâ a cry baby.â
black trails of your mascara drip down your face, smearing across your cheeks. your lipgloss is smudged as she tongues her cheek, shoving two of her fingers into your mouth to shut you up.
she covers the tip in your slick arousal, rubbing it through your soft folds and occasionally brushing your clit before she lines it up with your hole. her free arm wraps around your waist as she leans forward, chest flush with your back. she rests her chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.
âlook at that pretty face,â she coos teasingly, frowning as she watches your face contort with slight discomfort from the stretch, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â.
as she buries it to the hilt, your face falls from a state of discomfort to the familiar warmth of fullness and bliss.
her thrusts are brutal as she pulls you against her hips, the cushion of your ass hitting her muscly pelvis. your cries and whines are muffled as her fingers work at your clit, touches that were once agonisingly slow have now become fast and rapid. your knees shake, buckling beneath you as your face hits the cold metal of the basin.
ribbons of your creamy cum coat the silicone, a white ring at the base against her skin. with one last thrust, she hits that final spot, deep inside you. your stomach tenses, toes curling and mouth falling open as your eyes roll back.
fighting immature with even more immature was never the way to go unless you wanted to have your brains fucked dumb, drunk on the feeling. however, to you, that sounds like a dream.
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woke up to tlou fanfic tumblr imploding what the fuck,,, thereâs ACTUAL pedophilia on this app and in this fandom that you should be rooting out, but instead you decide to be petty and spread hate?? and why are you pressed about a cat girl fic, theyâve existed for agesđđđ get acquainted with the block button if you donât like something
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oh. my. god.
omgomg iâm thinking abt an âinnocentâ virgin reader having a little diary & writing abt their crush on abby,,
abby doesnât normally snoop bc sheâs quite respectful but she just couldnât help herself cus ur diary was just RIGHT THERE,, so she READS IT and itâs all about the inappropriate things youâd want her to do to you. and itâs like hella descriptive and AHH
so then later that night she does exactly what u wrote in ur diary. teasing u endlesslyyyy, making u beg and feel embarrassed, mocking ur sounds to make u feel embarrassed even MORE,, making u move on ur own just to show how bad u want it, then ending with overstimulation,, omg
and during it, sheâs all like âand here i thought you were so innocent,, but you wanted me to fuck you all this time, didnât you?â and âdonât get embarrassed now, princess. you wanted thisâ EEEE
ok so I don't always like it when reader is depicted as like hyper-innocent in smut fics, just because it makes me kinda uncomfortable. so I almost didn't write this. but then I got to thinking. reader who is thought of as innocent purely because you don't ever really talk about sex or suggestive shit?
so the salt lake crew, including abby, just assume you're naive? and you're really fucking not, because every night you're stuffing your hand down your panties and playing with your clit to the thought of Abby and her muscles and the way she grunts when she works out or the way she's always so fucking careful and caring with you. because she likes you. but you don't know that. and you write about it! how you want abby to hold you hands together above your head with one big hand, because she could, and play with your clit. maybe fucking her fingers into you, maybe making you cream on her strap. how you want her to press your legs to your chest and go to town, either with her mouth on your cunt or her strap fucking into you so hard it makes your head spin. how you think she could hold you up against the wall and fuck you like that, chest to chest and face to face. and your personal favorite. how you want her to spend hours between your thighs, sucking and spitting on your clit while her fingers press into that gushy spot you can't quite reach with the angle your hand gives you, trying to see if you can squirt. you write it all. and then you fuck up (or don't).
you and abby are having a sleep over in your room, and you run down to the kitchen to grab some snacks your friend had set aside for you in exchange for you taking some of her tasks. but you left your diary, held open by a pen, on the same table that Abby was sitting at, waiting for you. and she got curious! she knows it's wrong, knows she shouldn't, but honestly you've been acting kind of weird around her lately and she's dying to know if you have a crush or something. and she finds something. so much better.
fuck. abby and I are having a sleep over tonight and I feel like I'm gonna combust. we were working out together earlier. well, she was working out and I was spotting her which meant I could see her arms working so hard and her thighs all spread out on the bench and whenever she would rest they would do the thing where they get broader on a flat surface. i want to sit on her lap so bad. want her fingers inside me, grinding up into me. I wonder if she'd ever bring a strap on to my place, if she knew how much I wanted her. does she even have a strap on? want to grind against her thigh and have her tell me I'm her pretty girl. I wish I was her girl, in the first place. I don't know how I'm gonna get through tonight, but we'll see.
by the time she's done reading, her head is fucking dizzy man. she does, actually, have a strap on. it's just in her room. across the hall. she could just go and grab it. but right as she's about to close your diary and get up, the door opens and she pauses. you two stand there, staring at each other, not knowing what to do. you're the first to speak, heart beating so hard you can almost hear it.
"did you... read that?" Abby just nods, closing it and walking over to you. she grabs the snacks from your hands and sets them down on the counter, turning back to see you looking terrified.
so she grabs your face in both hands, forcing you to look at her. "How long have you wanted me, baby?" and you're shaking.
"So fucking long." and the second those words leave your lips, abby is on you, kissing you like a woman starved and grabbing at your hips, pulling you flush against her. you're nervous, because while she may not be your first kiss, you have a feeling this is gonna go farther than just kissing. abby pulls away for a split second, foreheads pressed together, eyes never leaving yours. "Are you okay with this?"
You give her a little nod, verbalizing it with a whiney little "mhm" before she's back on your lips, guiding you to your bed and pulling you onto her lap. Your thighs are bracketing her hips and she's running her hands up and down them, enjoying the squish and give of you under her palms. she's really fucking moving now, pulling your shirt off, moaning at the lack of a bra, and stuffing her hand down your panties, breath hitching at the sheer amount of wet coating your pussy, making you slick and warm, all for her. she's toying at your clit now, bruising your lips with her kisses and pinching at your nipples, pushing you towards an almost embarrassingly fast high. she slides a little lower, pushing one thick digit into your tight heat, thumb rubbing at your clit, causing you to whine for her. and she gets Mean.
"uh huh, that feel good baby? you're not so innocent huh? everyone thinks you're so innocent and sweet but that's because you never fucking say anything huh? no, you just write it all down for anyone to read. or did you leave it out for me so this would happen? pretty girl, could have just fucking asked"
and her fingers, now two thick digits stretching you open, are so fucking deep and rough and pressing against that sensitive lil patch inside you that you snap, clenching wildly around her digits as she fucks you through your orgasm, cooing at you n mocking your moans.
"Oh, ohh, that's it, there's my pretty little slut. just needed to be fucked, didn't you? I'll fuck you nice and hard baby, just give me a second"
She helps you down from your high, giving you a few seconds to calm down while she practically sprints to her room and grabs her black strap, not caring if anyone sees her dashing between the rooms like a fucking mad man. Once she's back in your room, she's stripping with maximum efficiency and it takes everything in you not to moan when you see her naked. clearly, your all is not nearly enough because the second that harness is around her waist and and she's back between your thighs, a little sweaty and disheveled, pretty tits and pectorals on display, you're whining and reaching for her, begging her to lean down. she doesn't, the meanie, instead lining the tip of the strap up with your pretty lil hole and slotting it inside before she leans forward, lips barely touching as she begins to push in.
she sees the tears well up in your eyes, sees how you relax under her hands and get used to the stretch, before she starts fucking you in earnest. she's not going fast, but she is deep and a lil mean with how she's grinding into you, stimulating her clit in the process. she feels you shaking under her, clawing at her back and leaving marks for her to show off, and the way you're moaning makes her head fuzzy.
"Mhm, that's it, my pretty girl just needed to be fucked. that feel good baby? you like it when my cocks nice n deep in your cunt?"
She's moaning, getting closer and closer as she fucks you open, but what tips her over is the way you start talking back, after only sharing lil phrases and whines with her. no, now you're being fucking filthy, really bringing that diary to life.
"fuck, please abby, your cock feels so fucking good, you're so deep, can feel you in my tummy. please baby, are you gonna cum for me? gonna make me cum if you cum for me, please baby, wanna watch you fall apart for me, so fucking pretty when you're fucking me," and your voice so breathy and whiny and slutty, abby never stood a fucking chance. she starts shaking, pushing as deep as she can and grinding the base of the harness into both of you, pushing you over as she falls apart, moaning into the crook of you neck. you're whining, shaking under her and clenching your soft thighs around her waist in a way that makes her feel fucking primal. it takes you both forever to come down, panting and clinging to each other for dear life. when abby pulls out and flops next to you, she immediately pulls you into her.
"I should have read that diary so much sooner. ya gonna let me read the rest of it?"
who wrote that.
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We need to abolish capitalism so that girls have more time to look at each other's tits
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mascs deserve head too!! (iâm the main provider)
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what you heard â part two.
synopsis: you start to develop feelings for your boyfriends dealer. part two of this fic.
âȘ what you heard â sonder âȘ
cw: reader is dating a man, mentions of cheating, mentions of weed, men being annoying, smutsmutsmut, brief mention of violence. some angst? kinda. i guess. happy ending tho yay!
an: hi! itâs here! thank you for alllll the love on the first fic, i canât believe how much people enjoyed it! iâm actually super proud of this one, my favourite thing iâve written me thinks âŠâŠ anyways yea! there will be no part three so pls donât ask! ily âĄ
Itâs been a week. You havenât spoken.
Thereâs blue-magenta behind your eyes. It swirls into contours and bubbles, recognisable sights beginning to take shape. Things go stark white, and then pale pink. Chartreuse fades in to khaki green into pale grey before you see a brick orangey red. You start to feel, aware of your senses. The brick becomes hair, and the hair tickles your neck.
You hear next, your own sigh. Your fingers press into an arm â your tight grip creates a white halo in their skin. You grip tighter, you have red fingernails now. You donât remember getting them painted that colour. Half moons dust their skin from your touch. Freckles too.
A familiar feeling inside of you, that searing, hot, beautiful pressure in your groin. It feels good this time, not rushed and fast. Something smooth drags in and out of you, smoother than youâve felt down there before. Something smells herby⊠herby and familiar, mixed with something else you canât make out. The feeling builds, and youâre being touched all over with tender hands. Hands. A pixelated tattoo â not remembering the details.
The picture gets clearer, and you see your own smooth thighs. The freckle on the centre of one of them. Theyâre being pushed up rhythmically at the same time, a body slot between them. You see purple plastic now, coated and slickâ and you realise you can hear yourself again. Loud, whiny, on the edge of⊠of something.
âDoinâ such a good job taking me, you look so pretty.â The echoey voice belongs to Ellie Williams and you look up to see her face. Sheâs wearing the grey hoodie she wore the last time you saw her. She looks the same down to her hair, but â wasnât her eyebrow slit on the other eyebrow? You become more aware and it switches when you blink. How are you blinking? Fingers brush your clit and you gasp for air, skin on fire. âBetter than your boyfriend, huh?â You were struck with euphoria, the sound of the ocean deafeningly loud, roaring monstrously in your ears. White noise. Nothing.
You gasped, and you were on your back still â but this time your room was dark, you were still wearing your clothes, and no Ellie. Your heart thumps, and your body reacts the same way it would as if youâd had a nightmare. You barely catch your breath, and the bed shifts beside you.
âBabe â makinâ so much noise. Woke me up, fuck.â The irritated grumble of your boyfriend. You donât remember him sliding in beside you, and when your senses arrived back into your body, having been borrowed by the dream version of you, you were hit by the familiar and yet not at all comfortable stench of beer. Louisâ skin was pink and clammy under the moonlight peeking through your window and you felt that ugly feeling youâd been cursed with lately, disgust. It piled up inside your stomach like bile before washing away into the numb feeling of regret. He had gone to a party near by, a frat house â Delta something? Or was it Alpha? Clearly he couldnât be all that bothered to walk back to his own dorm, staying with you instead. Maybe you shouldnât have given him your spare key card. You push the thought away, and you try to like him again.
You squint in the low light, fully waking yourself up now. You shifted, thighs clattering into eachother with not much room, Louis taking up the bed. At the shift of your legs, youâre alarmed by the way your pyjama shorts cling to your hot, wet centre and suddenly youâre brought back to reality. You were having a wet dream about Ellie.
Guilty, your head turns to look at the man beside you. The room is filled by his deep heavy breaths, and the scratchy sound your hair made against the pillow when you turned your head. A small brown birthmark splotches on his bare shoulder, and you wonder if you squint, it could look like freckles. Reaching out, your fingers brush over it â and you are ejected from the moment instantly as he groans at the contact, rolling over. To add insult to injury, he thrusts a pillow out from beneath his head and shoves it between the two of you half awake. Message received.
You stare at the square tiles of your ceiling. Ellie Ellie Ellie. You wondered what she was doing right now, probably fast asleep. You lift your head quietly to look at your alarm clock, a bright red â02:55AMâ scalding your eyes. She could be at a party still, dealing. You pictured her there, hands stuffed in her pockets, wearing that cute khaki green windbreaker jacket that you secretly loved and her black jeansâ her hair up in that messy half up bun. You donât stop your cheeks from pushing up as you close your eyes, thinking of your new friend fondly. Your eyes felt heavier now, and you let yourself immerse into the fantasy, too sleepy to reject it or bare any guilt for daydreaming. Youâre there at the party too, wearing something tight. Ellie notices you right away, eyes flickering over you in that way she has about her which is somehow equally loserish and confident. You walk over to her, and youâre too tired to fathom a conversation â but youâre not too drunk like you were last time, and thereâs giggling and touching, and best of all Ellie isnât looking at any other girls. She isnât even focused on dealing anymore. She gives you all of her attention.
You fall asleep that way. You donât dream of her, or anything for that matter for the rest of the night but the sleep is peaceful and you wake up well rested.
Itâs 9:22AM when you wake up, and Louis is gone. Probably to make his 9AM lecture, turning up still drunk which youâre sure was absolutely hilarious to him and his friends, whilst the professor was probably hoping he wouldnât turn up at all. You rub your eyes, and that nagging feeling in your chest kicks in.
One could truly never appreciate those first thirty seconds after you wake up. Still dreamy and disorientated, no anxiety, no worries â just bliss. Until you remember the current affairs of your life, and your eyes open.
Your phone is cold in your hand when you reach over and take it off charge, your free hand rubbing the sleep out your eyes as you suppress a yawn. Your stomach bottoms out, which is honestly sickening so early in the morning, as your eyes immediately land on a text from Ellie herself. Oh God, please tell me I didnât reach over and text her in my sleep about my daydreams. It was unrealistic, but you definitely wouldnât put it past yourself lately. You feel a blossom of disappointment bloom below your rib cage when you read â30% off for my fav custys. Blue dream, Purple haze, OG Green Kush. Get at me. Can do pick up or delivery tonight đąđ§ââïžâ Just another mass text, after all â Ellie was a business woman.
You swipe back onto your lockscreen, and chase the red â1â symbol besides the Instagram logo, following it all the way to your DMS. Oh? Oh.
You see the first few words of the message from the preview, and your stomach fizzes up like shaken pop.
âhey girl, i know you donât know me but this is weighing on my mind so i have to tell you. last night your boyfriend louis was at the party down at alpha phi and we made out a couple of times before going upstairs and having sex. i didnât know he had a gf until afterwards bc someone told me and i feel really guilty. u deserve better babe! just thought iâd let u know. iâm so sorry!!!â
Right, okay. This is not how you thought your day would begin.
You sit up slowly, like youâre worried that if you sit up too fast youâll freak yourself out. How could this happen? You knew Louis was a bit of a dick sometimes, but a cheater? He seemed kind of territorial around Ellie at that party if you remembered correctly. So why would he wanna cheat?
You stare at the wall. Cry, damnit. Cry!
You donât. But maybe youâre in shock. You pick your phone up again and text the girl back, a simple âthank you, will dump him todayâ which you admit sounded kind of casual and hilarious, but you truly didnât know what to say. You wasnât really sure what to do. Do you just go about your day as normal? No, you needed to dump him. Okay, yes. First order of business.
Not over text, no. You were classier than that â although he didnât deserve more than a âbye loser!â text followed by the blocking of his number. You squint outside at the sun, showered and got dressed, pulling another one of your many sundresses over your frame. Despite the nagging, nervous feeling in your stomach it felt like a normal day. Maybe it wasnât the end of the world.
You sat at your desk, staring at the wall. Youâll get up and go eventually you thought. You stayed in your room for hours.
4:47PM. No music in your earphones today, it didnât feel right. Your mind was too loud anyways, you werenât quite sure youâd even be able to hear the music over your thoughts. Your body was on autopilot as you walk. Louis should be getting out of his afternoon class in 13 minutes approximately, youâll just wait for him outside and confront him there. Quick and easy.
But thereâll be people around, and you donât want to make a scene do you? What if heâs with his friends and they all laugh at you? You figured it was more embarrassing for you than it was for him. What were you thinking getting involved with a frat boy? Of course he was going to cheat. The building that his class would be in was in sight now, footsteps quickening. Your heart was quickening now too, not with nerves but with anger. Anger at him. Anger at yourself, moreso. How did you let him cheat? How did you let it go on long enough for that to happen? Why didnât you cheat first?
Your own thought sends you skidding to a stop. Thatâs⊠not you. Youâre not a cheater. Regardless of what the person youâre dating does, itâs not right. Noise attracts you up ahead, and you see gaggles of students begin to leave the building â class having finished early. You donât think, just dart left and keep walking. Away from the building, and Louis. Your feet start to hurt in your shoes from the way the soles of your feet are pounding against the bright concrete in the late afternoon sun. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I chickened out. Your brain screams at you and youâre already heading in the direction of the place that quiets your mind. You keep walking until youâre inside Ellieâs building.
Thereâs no time to think as you walk up to the beige door you knew too well, the familiar whiteboard pinned to it reading âEllieâ in her slightly messy scribble, with âKnock first, assholes.â scribed beneath it smaller. You do just that, you knock. After you do, you stand back â catching your breath from the stairs you took up there. You hadnât even thought of what you were gonna say. Did you have money on you? Yes. You could just buy some of the weed she sent out the mass text about, and see where it goes from there. Solid plan.
You were too busy rehearsing what you were gonna say to realise that you hadnât heard any movement from inside her room. An image of her fast sleep, drooling on her pillow napping crossed your mind and if you werenât so wired up youâd maybe smile. You knock again, a little more timidly this time but feeling the same level of urgency. You tried to recall if sheâd ever mentioned sleeping with headphones on? Your brows furrow, and just when you knock again â the door beside Ellieâs opens, a ginger guy wearing a jersey and sweatpants poking his head round to look at you.
âIf youâre looking for Ellie I saw her go out earlier. Sheâs not in.â He rasped, and youâd realised that your knocking had perhaps woken him up from a slumber, instead of the imaginary Ellie who wasnât in her room. You feel your heart drop a few centimetres before pattering against your chest in embarrassment, face feeling hotter than it already was.
âOh, okay. Sorry if my knocking woke you up.â You cringe with a polite smile that he doesnât return.
âSheâs a dealer, youâre meant to text before you come over so this shit doesnât happen.â He grumbles, before sulking back into his room â door closing. Your eyes widenâ Jheez. Touchy.
You stare at Ellies door again, rolling your lips into your mouth as you thought. Maybe this was a good thing, fate even. You shouldnât have come here. You should have just gone straight to Louis and dumped his ass like you originally plannedâ not run straight to your emotional-support-dealer who was complicating things enough as it is. You could have really done with smoking first though, you realised â which actually made your eyes glaze over with tears. Ellieâs weed was just behind that door.
You finally managed to peel yourself away, shamefully plodding back the way you came. You were halfway down the hall, when the door you were headed for opened â the sound of an oh so familiar laugh reaching your ears before your eyes found her. Ellie was walking along side Dina, the two chatting as your dealer searched her pockets for her keycard. There was a second or two when they hadnât seen you yet, and you slowed down your pace â eyes raking over her. There was no reason for her to look so good, you almost felt like it was on purpose â hair in that classic half updo and an old white wifebeater clinging to her frame, black backpack on her back with simple black jeans and scuffed vans. You panicked, turning around hoping she wouldnât see you, realised there was nowhere to run to, and spun back around to the two girls. When you did, they were already looking at you cautiously.
Dina looked at you, and then looked at Ellie, then back at you. Ellie called your name, pace slowing and you smiled sheepishly, praying the embarrassed and stressed tears threatening to spill would get sucked back into your eyes.
âHey. Sorry I should have texted I was justâŠâ Your eyes remove themselves from her, flying up to the ceiling so that the tears wouldnât spill. You suck in a calming breath. Why now? Why was it all hitting you now? You glanced back at her just to see her face drop upon inspecting your state, and looked back at Dina.
âIâll just grab the textbook from you later on, or you can bring it to me when youâre done â itâs chill.â Dina shrugged, and you could tell she was trying to be casual and polite despite it perhaps being an inconvenience to do so.
âYeah. Iâll bring it.â Ellie nodded vigorously, like she were just about to ask her to do so. âIâll see you later, D.â
Dina sent you a sympathetic smile before backing up towards the doorway, heading out. You fist at your dress uncomfortably, a silence settling over the two of you as you both watch her leave.
âUh, come in.â Ellie speaks gently, in lieu of your frazzled state. She taps her keycard on the reader and opens the door, pressing her back to it to hold it open for you before closing it behind you. You watch the way she instantly makes herself at home like usual, kicking off her shoes dropping her backpack, sitting on the bed. You donât move, just standing there in front of the door watching her. This really wasnât meant to happen, therefore you had no time to mentally prepare yourself. Your brain was catching up, forcing you to dawdle and have an outer body experience in Ellieâs dorm.
âYou⊠okay?â She raised an eyebrow, eyes flitting over the way you were gripping your sundress like it was going to fly off your body if you didnât. You nodded, non verbal for a moment, eyes not meeting hers. You seemed to be coping fine before, but being around Ellie made you⊠vulnerable. Like you were worried that everything would just come out, word vomit all over your dress, and all your emotions were brought to the surface instantly by her calming nature. When you didnât speak, she did. âYou want pre-rolls? I got a couple, I dunno if you got my text.â She starts to reach for her backpack again. âSorry I wasnât here â you didnât tell me you were coming so Iââ
âLouis cheated on me.â You blurt and she freezes, ceasing to reach for her bag and reverting to the position she was sat on the bed before. Her face scrunches up a little.
âWhat?â
âYeahâ heâŠyeah.â Thereâs no emotion behind your words now, staring past her at the wall. Her eyes squeeze shut, scrambling for words for a moment as she pushes herself to stand.
âWhat didâ how did you find out?â She exasperates, slowly stepping your way.
âI just woke up to a DM on Instagram from some random girl spilling everything, saying that she didnât know he had a girlfriend and fucked him. She was really nice about it though.â You ponder, shaking yourself back to your senses. It felt more real now that you had said it out loud, which was kind of comforting in a way.
âDamn.â Ellie whispers, now stood right in front of you. Her fingers nervously graze your arm, wanting to comfort you. âIâm⊠really sorry babe.â Babe. You donât have time to register the nickname as she takes action on her impulses, suddenly wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. Youâre caught off guard, arms hovering for a moment before wrapping around her. You squeeze, and it feels good to be held by her. You nuzzle into her neck as she rubs comforting circles on your waist with her thumbs, your breathing synced up.
âIâm not.â It comes out muffled into her, and she pulls back slightlyâ warm breath wafting over your face as she stares down at you in confusion. âHuh?â
âIâmâŠrelieved. I donât feel anything. I donât⊠care.â You admit, brows furrowing in a way that made Ellie think you felt guilty for having this outlook.
âMaybe youâre in shock.â
âMaybe I just didnât like him.â You quickly admit even quieter, like the two of you were having a whisper off. She stared at you, not able to help herself from glancing at your glossed lips, and wondered if you could feel her heartbeat speed up as your bodies were pressed so tightly together.
âNo?â
âMaybe I⊠was already cheating on him in my head.â
Green light, Ellie thinks â infact sheâd never known a light greener. She closes in on you, your back rebounding a little off the door, eyes locked in on eachothers lips. They nearly touch, the two of you exchanging a breath when a deafening knock sounds on the wooden door you were pressed against, making the two of you jump. Ellie pulls back, smiling sheepishly at your nervous giggle and she presses into you even more, bringing her eye to the view-hole over your head in the door to see who it was, expecting a customer. She pulls back, face to face and her eyes are wider this time, cheeks reddening.
âThink someone came lookinâ for you.â
Your own eyes expand, and you spin around to look through â a fisheye lens view of Louis stood there, stupid backwards cap on his head and meaty hands stuffed into his board-shorts as he obnoxiously chewed his gum.
Ellieâs heart swells for you when you spin around, looking at her desperately in a panic.
âDonât wanna see him! I â I canât. Not yet!â You whisper, breath shaking in your throat and she nods, a comforting hand on your arm rubbing for a moment as she pushes you into the crevice of the wall where the door would open on, hiding you. He knocks again, and you hear Ellieâs neighbour groan, angry footsteps thudding towards his own door through the wall.
âSâokay. Hey, sâalright. Fuck itâ uh, Iâll see what he wants.â She nods at your worried expression, opening the door before her neighbour gets to himâ boxing you in behind it. You had kind of hoped the sleep deprived neighbour would have gotten to Louis first, giving him a piece of his mind.
âYo.â Louis greet, uninterested and you cringed, already wondering how you ever dated that. Ellie stared at him, waiting for him to ask about you. Waiting for her chance to chew him out. âLemme get a half ounce. You got purple haze?â He sniffed.
âLooks like Iâm fresh out.â You could hear the anger in Ellieâs voice just from the sight of him, which concerned you whilst equally validated you. She was blunt, tilt her chin up the way she did at that pool party, exuding confidence.
âDamn. What else you got?â He sighed, not seeming to pick up of Ellieâs raging âFuck youâ vibe. She didnât move to rummage her drawers or invite him in. She simply stood, unwavering. Staring. Borderline glaring, urging him to just get the picture that he wasnât welcome here tonight. Or ever again, if she was being honest.
âGot nothinâ for you, man.â She held his gaze. He faltered now. Oh? Eyes flitting all around her face like he was trying to work out what her problem is. What did she know?
âYouâre all out?â He flattened his voice just a bit more. A tone to his voice that said âAre you fucking with me?â
âLooks like I am.â
You heard him shuffling awkwardly, before kissing his teeth and stepping away. âAight.â
There was no blow up, no gross attitude from Louis, no flip out from Ellie where sheâd punch him in the face in your honour. He simply laid down and accepted that he was gonna be weed-less tonight, and fucked off. You peeked, watching Ellie continue to stare him down with her stony expression as he walked away before closing the door softly, revealing you behind it â cramped up in the corner. You looked dishevelled and wide eyed, having had to make an effort to not breathe, let alone speak. She felt her heart just⊠soften at the sight of you. In a way, youâd kind of resembled a scared stray kitten whoâs run away from their big bad owner, and who better to take you in than a loving student with plenty of catnip?
She cleared her throat, stepping back and allowing you to move out of the cramped space behind the door.
âJust hearing him makes me mad.â You huff, walking over to her bed and plopping down on the end of it, defeated. She wipes her hands on her jeans, a little awkwardly â still recovering from your near kiss turned near confrontation.
âYeah. Kinda took me everything not to kick his scrawny ass.â She shook it off, eyebrows jumping up as she envisioned the scene. You did too, something stirring deep within you at the vision of Ellie beating him, knuckles splattered with blood, angry grimace on her face. You shoo it away quickly, not wanting to indulge in that sick fantasy. You let out a non committal hum, dragging your eyes away from her.
âSo did you want any weed? I can hook you up with somethingâŠâ She took a step toward her black backpack that was slumped against the floor. You shook your head quickly, knowing she wouldnât let you pay for it yet again given your state and well â as much as you adored free weed, you couldnât do that to her twice in a row.
âNo, no. I donât think Iâm in the right headspace to smoke, you know? Probably not the best idea.â You conversed, staring ahead as you took a long deep breath â feeling the slightest spark of what could be relief that things were finally over, despite the betrayal of being cheated on. You thought you had buried what you really wanted deep inside, turns out it was right on the surface the whole time. Was it that obvious to Ellie how needy you really were for her the whole time? You thought back to your near-kiss a few moments back, heat crawling up the back of your neck like the feeling of being flustered was submerging you in itâs lusty molasses. You realised she was saying nothing, just watching you as she swayed on her feet â nervously toeing at the carpet.
Shit, maybe youâd overstepped.
âSorry â I can head out now. I donât know why I ran here I just â I didnât know where to go. Sorry.â You stood up and Ellieâs eyes enlarged, her own heart thumping as she tried to muster up the words to just speak. She was unprepared, sheâd admit â this whole thing was not how she thought it would go down. Sheâd always imagined you banging on her door in the middle of the night, begging her to fuck you, something about Louis not being able to do it right, and she was the only one who could do the job. Youâd be on eachother in an instant, limbs and moans, loud and messy, and afterwardsâ afterwards is when youâd have the discussion. Sheâd tell you that she can treat you better, and youâd say that youâd always wanted her. Not⊠this. This was slow, bordering on awkward. Come on Ellie, get it together.
âHey.â It came out gentle, and almost like a Pavlov response to her tone, you calmed â eyes melting into a soft gaze as her hand grazed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. âWe donât need to smoke to hang out. Iâm cool to just⊠talk. If you wanna.â
So you did.
You talked, and in no time you were laughing away, problems seemingly forgotten as you laid side by side on the bed. Ellie had some kind of magic about her, a type that inspired time to stop when the two of you would hang out. You wouldnât notice the sun going down outside the window, or the way your bodies would overtime shift closer and closer to eachother on the bed until your shoulders were pressed together. Your shoes were kicked off and the window was open â bringing a warm, balmy evening humidity into the dorm. At the dawn of summer, the warm and lethargic evenings were one of your favourite things about the season change. They were even better with Ellie, you thought.
âSo, did it work?â She was smirking, the laugh clenching the back of her throat like she was on the verge of letting out a ridiculous school-girl giggle.
âDid what work? You canât just start a sentence like that and expect me to know what you mean.â You picked up her brown stuffed bear from the bed and swat her with itâ the memory of the last time you were in her room springing up. What went down on this very bed. Suddenly, you realised what she might have been talking about.
âShut up.â She chuckled. âMy handy tips and tricks. Did you ever get down to having a better time in the bedroom?â She wiggled her brows, the arm furthest from you coming up to rest behind her head as she turned slightly to look at you â face close enough to see the green speckles caressed by hazel in her limbal rings.
âEllie.â You groan in embarrassment, covering your face (and more so, your sheepish smile.) The smile peeked from behind your palms anyway, and Ellie capsized onto her side, leaning on her elbow now with her own grin â caused by the adorable-ness of yours.
âSâjust a question.â Her voice was gentle and flat in her deep drawl, pulling your hands away from your face with the help of her own fingers pulling it away. Her hand stayed on top of yours when you rested it on top of your ribs.
âDo I have to answer?â You squint and her mouth turned downwards in thought with a inattentive shrug.
âNo.â That mischievous smile of hers crept back up. âBut that wonât stop me from guessing your answer.â
You gaze down at her hand on top of yours. It was cold like it always was â having caught her touch through grazed fingers with a weed baggie between them and friendly arm caresses when running into eachother in public. You wondered how her hands were still cold, even in the smouldering warmth of her dorm. You avoid her smug gaze.
âWell what do you think?â You quieten your voice, smile still lingering as you wiggle your fingers beneath her palm, she squeezes your fingers with her own â pinning them down where they rest. Ellie thinks, briefly distracted by your hands flirting.
âHm.â She pretended to think. âMaybe. You probably tried to help him, beinâ a good person nâall. But you know⊠what was it you said last time? You either got it or you donât?â
You said nothing, considering her guess. She waited, for some kind of reaction giving away whether or not she was right or wrong. When it didnât come, she prompt you.
âNo?â Her thumb was on top of the back of your hand now, her other fingers tucked beneath your palmâ her knuckles laying flat against your ribs. The touch being so close to your tits sent your mind reeling and it took you a moment to respond, her thumb just stroking slow languid circles on your own knuckles.
âSince that day I havenât⊠me and him didnâtâŠâ You admit, finally braving a glance up to her eyes. Theyâre intense, as inspected â flickering back up to your eyes from your lips, caught. âHe wanted to, but⊠I didnât want to even try anymore.â
âAnd whys that?â She rushed out, internally yelling at herself for the speed in which she prompted you. Patience Ellie, Jesus fucking Christ. You know where this is headed, and if you push too hard sheâll spook like last time. Be cool.
Your cheeks pushed up, and she assumes youâre fighting a giggle at her eager response. Luckily, you donât mention it. âLets say you wanted a sandwichâŠâ You started. Okay, what the fuck. Where was this going?
âUhâ sure?â
âAnd thereâs a sandwich store in your town. Their sandwiches⊠arenât very good. You think, maybe Iâm ordering the wrong sandwich. But all the sandwiches taste the same and theyâre all⊠bad. But then a new sandwich place opens up down the street. The sandwiches look amazing, and everything about it is perfect. Would you keep going back to the bad sandwich store?â
Ellie squinted, slowly sitting up a little more with an exasperated expression as her brain caught up.
âYou did all that⊠instead of just telling me that you couldnât fuck Louis anymore because you wanted to fuck me?â
You burst into giggles. âIâm shy!â You whine, rolling away from her to face the wall beside her bed. She laughs heartily in disbelief, her hands coming to tickle your waist without a thought.
âOh youâre shy?â She snickered through your squeals. âFuckinâ Shakespeare over here â what sandwich store huh? No, really. Iâm dying to know where that came from.â
You flipped to face her suddenly, her face unexpectedly close. You faltered, eyes dropping to her pretty, naturally red lips before pulling them away in order to get your words out. âIt was the best way I could explain it, okay?â
âAlright, wordsmith.â She was not just smirking, but openly staring at your mouth now, so close her breath was tickling your nose.
âYouâre so annoying.â You press your lips together, subconsciously hiding them in nerves.
âYeah?â Kiss me. Kiss me before I fucking do it.
âYeah. Always popping up in my dreams too.â You beam, leaning into her a little now. Please kiss me. And she nearly does, but your words hit her and her curiosity gets the better of her. Fuck. She pulls away a little, eyes boring back into yours.
âWhat dream? Tell me âbout your dream.â Sheâs whispering now, brow jabbing downward in curiosity. You sigh, eyes closing. Why would you bring that up? You drop your head back onto the pillow.
âI just⊠had these dreams. About you.â You open your eyes. Thereâs blu-tack stuck to her ceiling tile. Her finger almost makes you jump as it curls beneath your chin with the gentlest touch, turning your face back to look at her.
âWhat happened in these dreams? Hm?â
You suck on your bottom lip, taking the time to take in all her features. The way it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered, just the two of you laying close on this bed, backed into the corner against the wall. Your cunt was aching â you let yourself realise this now.
âWeâd be here. Just like this.â You murmur, your own fingers running up her wrist to meet her hand where it cupped your chin. Her eyes followed your movements, glued to your baby pink fingernails. âWeâd be laughing, and talking and suddenly⊠weâre kissing. And⊠youâre on top of me.â
Thank fuck for your sundress, Ellieâs eyes were truly blessed â dropping down shamelessly to your tits as they begin to push against the material, already practically spilling out from your compromising position. She realises that youâre drawing in a long breath, followed by shorter, wetter ones. You swallow, panting from the memory. Jesus fucking Christ loops around her head, bouncing off the walls of her brain in an echo-chamber of horny. What next? What happens next?
âAnd then youâre⊠pushing into me and it feels good. Better than⊠better than he could ever make me feel. And youâre telling me Iâm pretty⊠and how good Iâm doing⊠just like you said you would.â Youâre even quieter, but your words couldnât be louder to Ellie. Sheâs tormented, wanting you to finish off your story, the tale of your dirty dreams â but equally wanting to cut it short by shutting you up with her mouth on yours. Decisions, decisions.
Your brows are furrowed, your hand sliding her hand down to your throatâ just pressing it there. Maybe for comfort, maybe just to feel her touch. Likely because itâs turning you on. She can feel your pulse thrumming violently against your skin. Ellieâs eyes are all pupil. Is that your heartbeat or mine?
âAnd I cum.â You grin slowly in disbelief, eyes glazed over completely like youâve been crying, brows still pinched in that endearing furrow. âI actually cum. And itâs so good. Because itâs you. And only you canââ
Fuck it.
Her mouth is on yours in an instant, swallowing the surprised whimper when she rolls over to hover over you, her knee pressed between your legs. Her tongue introduces itself to yours quickly, the wet muscles sliding over eachother in greeting like they were old friends. Her hand still cupped your throat where you had guide her and she could barely think, her body on pure primal autopilot. Ellie liked to think she was fairly experienced, but shit â itâs never felt like this before.
Her hands are everywhere. Youâre trying to count them because youâre sure â certain even that you can feel more than two sliding over you, pushing your dress further up your thighs, kneading your warm, plush breasts. Your legs are falling open wider, like her tongue had reached a spot in your mouth that had triggered you to just go limp, and with the movement her knee presses up just a little more snug against your hot cunt. You shift on it, on instinct and the friction of it just⊠you moan.
Ellie canât help but notice how relieved it sounds, and she wants to coo at you, chuckle and tease you about being sooo pent up, because little Louis couldnât find that pretty clit. But she couldnât drag her mouth away from you, having journeyed right down to your neck, sucking and bitingâ marking you. You belonged to her now, and there was no doubt about that. You couldnât go back on yourself now, no. Not with Ellie all over you.
You kept shifting on it, experimentally grinding your pantie-clad pussy against her jean covered knee. You donât even recall ever being in this position with Louis, and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, huffing out your nose. Get that man out of your head, before he ruins the mood.
You let out another quiet mewl, and God â Ellie just had to pull away and look at you. Just a little bit, just close enough to still be breathing hard into each-otherâs mouth. When your eyes fluttered open, she swore she could have died right there. You look flushed, pupils blown out with that needy look in your eye. As the moment settled in, hips still weakly bucking against her knee and hands desperately grabbing at her shoulders â Ellie felt a small tremor beneath your body, like a tiny earthquake had occurred right below you. It travelled up your body, falling out of your mouth in the language of a trembling gasp. Were youâŠ?
Ellie grinned, proudly â brows knit as if to say âawwwwâ. And then she did say it, mouth running without permission from her brain. âAw, youâre shaking.â She whispered, like it was a secret being shared at a sleepover. You werenât your usually giggly self now, getting shy on her and turning away â you just wet your lips, tilting your hips for more and pulled her back in to kiss.
Ellieâs hand were pulling at your dress before she remembered to ask, so she slowed down hoping youâd say something. As she peeled away the fabric, dragging your straps down your arms her lips followed, pressing chaste kisses to the warm skin. You sighed at the feeling, melting into her bedsheets and Ellie tugged just that bit harder, your tits free from the dress now that bunched around your waist. The dealers eyes were on them, and then on your face, and then back to your tits when she remembered she was actually allowed to be looking at them this time. Her hands followed, doing what sheâd always dreamt of.
The coldness of her palms brought your nipples to a peak and you wanted to roll over and hide again, but you couldnât â because Ellie was dragging her spread hands up your ribs and grabbing the fat of your tits and it just felt too good. Felt good to be appreciated, analysed, borderline worshipped as Ellie dragged her thumbs over your nipples making a low whine fall from your throat accidentally.
âShit, babe.â She breathed in disbelief, looking up at you once more and retreating to drop a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. âYou this pretty everywhere?â
You didnât know what to say, so you said nothing at allâ arching your chest into her touch. She gave them a firm squeeze before reluctantly pulling away to continue on her journey down your body, her mission to get your dress completely off still in full pursuit.
She immediately dives in to press a pouty kiss between your tits as soon as she can, letting her top lip drag slightly as she trails her lips downwards to your stomach. Donât rush this, Ellie â she thinks, and for a moment she fears she accidentally said it out because you giggle. She looks up at you, a little wide eyed in confusion at your dazed titter. Her hands are curled around your sides now, thumbs resting on your rib cage, and your hand is creeping up the back of her head to caress the soft hair there.
âTickles.â You mutter and she grins wolfishly, shaking her head ever so slightly as she gets back to it. A little impatiently, she tugs the dress down your hips, the material straining ever so slightly before she can slide them down your legs. You help her, kicking the material up and off and hearing it flump onto the floor beside her bed.
She was hungry now, closer and closer to what she wanted but her laser focus was on proving herself. You deserved to feel good, and thatâs exactly what she was gonna give you. She needed to show you that she was the better option, that she could look after you right. Her hands were pushing your thighs open now, her face flushed and desperate as she pressed kisses to the inside. She hadnât even spared a glance at your underwear yet, couldnât even tell you what colour they were â just fixated on sucking marks into your skin, making sure that the dark purple were visible when sheâd pull away with a pop.
Embarrassingly so, you bucked your hips against nothingâ the stretch of material spread over your clit just barely grazing the button. You understood perfectly what her game was, sheâd bet youâd never been teased before and she was right â but right now you needed her touch, after so long you just needed her.
âPlease.â You finally let out as her hands stroke the crevices of your thigh crease, light fingers that tickled you enough to make you buck again. Her nose pressed against the skin beside the lacy leg hole of your underwear as she pressed a firm kiss there.
âPlease what.â She didnât even stop to look at you.
âPlease tâouch me.â You shudder, words nearly cut off half way through. She stops then, eyes wide like sheâd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, before dragging them down to your panties. A soft pink, the outline of your fat lips spread due to the way sheâd parted your thighs, the material stuck to them â creating the clear shape. What really caught her eye, was the growing darkness through them â soaked through from just her kisses and caressing. Confidence surged through her once again.
Her two front teeth grazed her bottom lip, bringing them down as if planning to say âFfffuuuckkâ but it died on her tongue, just the âFfffffâ sound whispered out. You watched her pupils double in size, and when she looked back up at you her lids were heavier.
âSâall for me?â She cooed, in this sickly sweet voice that made your fogged brain nearly not pick up on the fact that she was mocking you ever so slightly. You let out a shaky breath, and she didnât take her eyes off you when she leant back in, pressing a soft and loving kiss over the fabric â right where your clit would be. She watched you then, jaw gaping and brows knitting, she even heard your toes clenching hard behind her because of the way the bed covers shifted. She remembered something being said about you liking when the other person took charge, and she wondered how far she could milk you into that space. How much could she force you to just let go and let her do all the thinking?
âSâright baby, just relax up for me yeah? Youâre all tense.â She smoothes a hand over your tummy and Jesus, that was easy â youâre nodding furiously, body tensing and untensing a few times, actively trying to get yourself to follow her command. Thatâs okay, she thinks â weâll get you there.
She starts pressing kisses around your panties again, your widened thigh crease, the spread lip peeking out from the material, along the waistband. She hears you breathing hard without looking up. Poor thing, mustâve really been unsatisfied to get this worked up so soon. Her own finger comes up to drag up and down your slit through the material, the plumpness of it having swallowed some fabric into its crease. You feel more arousal seep out of you when her finger tips circle around your clit and press down ever so slightly.
âTeasinâ me.â You manage in a strained whisper, trying to widen your legs even more. Your ankle hangs off the bed.
âMhm.â She goes back in, pressing kisses to below where she was touching, her nose doing the work in nudging your button. She got to work, her tongue sliding out and licking up the juices that had seep through the soft pink material. You tasted just like she imagined, a little tangy and salty sweetâ making saliva collect at the base of her tongue to roll down and soak you more.
The moans were flowing freely when she wrapped her toned arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto her mouth more. Through your hazy mind, you donât quite recall ever getting to see her arms like this â and youâre just now noting how much muscle she truly had. For someone with a cocky side, she had to be pretty humble to hide them. It made the submission creep up more, the idea that she could do anything she wanted to you bouncing around your brain that was quickly emptying itself like an egg timer.
Ellie looked starved, practically unhinging her jaw to gather the saliva and arousal soaked material in her mouth and use the point of her tongue to push you where you needed her. The friction of the material between her and your clit rubbed against you in all the right ways, and just when you felt yourself drifting off into that hazy relaxed space, the same one you felt when youâd just woken up â your stomach involuntarily tensed and curled with something devastating building up. Surely not, surely Ellie wasnât about to make you cum through your panties.
You let out a pathetic and almost fearful whine as your hand shaped itself into a claw at the back of her head, but you couldnât bring yourself to pull her away. You didnât even think youâd be able to, her head moving vigorously with her face buried in your covered crotch. Ellie wasnât planning on eating you out through your underwear to the point of making you cum, but as soon as you signified that there was a chance she could? It was game. Ellie was competitive by nature, and sometimes that even meant competing with herself. Bet you canât do it, she taunts herselfâ and as she pins down your bucking hips that smug voice in her head responds. Bet you can.
You shake, pressing her face in further as you hit a peak â stomach clenching the same way it does when you ride a drop-coaster, seemingly plummeting to the ground on rickety tracks. Your cunt burned and ached as she frantically mouthed at your clit through the thin fabric, tongue working you in such a frenzy that you were certain if she went for any longer sheâd burst a hole in the material and get to the real thing. You felt your warmth gush out, the entirety of your panties now three shades darker in colour due to yours and Ellieâs joint attack.
Her teeth scraped over your covered clit as she pant for her own breath and you jerked, oversensitive â prompting her to detach her mouth, instead choosing to rest her cheek above your waistband, pressing breathless kisses to the skin she could reach.
âOhmyâgosh.â You whisper in the shape of a whine and she looks up at you again, a sheen of wetness around her chin and mouth from her own saliva and what had snuck through the fabric. Her thumb strokes your waist soothingly, a chuckle slipping past her lips.
âThat was cute.â Was all she said and you felt the heat burn your cheeks once more. Whilst you were distracted, breathless love stuck smile hidden by your clammy palms she took the opportunity to peel your panties to the side, looking at what sheâd created. She let out a warm sigh that brushed over your glistening mound, entranced by pretty much the most perfect pussy sheâd ever laid eyes on. Your folds were sparkling in your own juices and she could see the way it trailed beneath you having dripped down from your leaking hole. A string of arousal still remained attached to the underwear sheâd pulled aside, and she wanted to explode. She placed two thumbs either side of the lips, pulling you apart a little more and you ripped your hands away from your face to watch â a feverish whimper leaving you from her touch. âSo fucking pretty. âMy god.â She sighs, pink tongue licking a stripe of you bottom to top, savouring in your tasteâ now unfiltered and louder on her tongue with nothing between the two of you. You let out a sob, still a little sensitive and your knees come up beside your chest, hand trembling on her head. She sucks on your clit, directly this time and it gets too much, your thighs attempting to crush her head like a watermelon. She removes her thumbs from beside your cunt to slam her hands quickly into the back of your thighs, pushing herself deeper into you as she shoves your thighs up, keeping you open. She hums against you threateningly and you cry, burbling out her name and a load of nonsense.
âElsEllieâEllâieâ sâtoo much Iâmâ alreadyââ you try but it barely makes itâs way past your lips. She pulls away with an obscene pop, choosing to pepper kisses to your pubic mound instead and looking up at you warningly.
âJust take it pretty girl, gotta be brave about it yeah?â Tough love, because sheâs desperate to taste you just a little longer. Youâre about to protest, something along the lines of âgive me a breatherâ or âwait a minute or iâm gonna cum again too fastâ when you feel the coarse pads of her fingers slide up beneath her mouth, applying just enough pressure to the skin around your clenching hole to silence you.
She just rubs, massages the area, attacking your clit with her tongue once more. The movements are more precise, more pointed â the tip of the muscle circling around your button dizzyingly before you feel her middle finger dip into your hole ever so slightly. âLet me have you baby, let me in.â She whispers on you and youâre nodding, against your will, head thudding back into the pillow and nipples pebbled like you wouldnât believe. You can have me. You can have me forever if you keep eating it like this.
She sinks her finger in, and you go against your brain and squeeze hard against itâ likeâ if she were wearing a ring youâd be able to pull it off, thatâs how hard you squeezed. âHey.â Was all she whispered, a line appearing in her forehead when she looked at you, the trace of something sterner behind her expression. âNot going anywhere sweetheart, loosen up for me.â She stroked your thigh and you whimpered, doing your best.
âMâsorryâ you shivered and she forgave you by kissing your clit again, beginning to drag her finger outwards. Not long after, her other finger joined and you went blind for a moment when they pressed up against something soft and spongy.
âTheeeere she is.â She spoke, more to herself as you hiccuped, hands clutching yourself now, self soothing because holy hell â youâd never felt like this before. Not even by yourself. âThats it baby, good girl.â
You squeezed again at the praise. Good girl. Youâd been waiting for it, anticipating your favourite words from all of your fantasies and it sounded better than you could ever have imagined coming from her Texan drawl. She smiled, like she knew â and tsked at you tensing again. From the fresh tidal wave of arousal dripping out of you from her words, your pussy all but squelched when she started to move her wrist again, grinding against that special spot. âSâtalking to me, pretty. You liked that huh? Like beinâ good for me?â
You knew she had it in herâ but damnâ Ellie really knew what she was doing. You swore if she had dared to call you a good girl in a more casual setting before today, you might have just folded and become the cheater you swore youâd never be.
âMhm!â Was all you could get out as you found her rhythm, working with her as you rolled you hips down on her fingers. Your chest burned with that sappy feeling â admiring the way she really did know how to look after you and give you exactly what you need. You needed to feel closeness again, and you called her name. âEllie!â
âYeah.â She cooed in a deep groan, lazily mouthing at you. She drew back for a moment and you thought she would give you what you wanted, but instead she went above and beyond, spitting on your clit before chasing it up with the flat of her tongue. You gasped, threatening to cut the circulation off in her fingers again.
âEllie.â You sobbed more urgently, mouth actually downturned now like you couldnât help from actually crying â hot tears resting in the space below your eye. The tone caught her attention and she looked up.
âWhats up baby? You feelinâ good?â Her voice was high and sympathetic, making you push your bottom lip out â trying to gather her thoughts as she continued to press you, fingers grinding inside your gummy walls.
âYeah. Need toâ need to kiss you.â You sniffle and sheâs pouting back at you, instantly pushing her body up without taking her fingers out your cunt. Not that youâd let her, sucking them in desperately.
âOkay baby, alright.â She murmurs, getting herself situated on her elbow and bringing her mouth down to yours. You moan when you kiss her, mainly because she gave into your craving of her, but also because you could taste yourself all over her tongue. âCantastethatright? Tastesgoodâ Itâs muffled by your own lips as she speaks against them, not letting her pull back enough to speak clearly as your need to kiss her had become insatiable. You have no choice however, when you feel the pit of your stomach crying out in familiarity once more at the intense feeling.
âOhmygodâ gonna cum âgain Ellie. Oh Ellie!â She recalls you almost sound frightened, like you just canât believe that someone could make her cum once, let alone twice.
âYeah? Gonna give me another one?â She pulled away from you so that she could look at you, hand cupping up to thumb at your cheekbone so that your gaze remained on her as she did. Your eyes grew wild and desperate, wet and weak as you tried to be good for her and keep them open. âThats it, beautiful. Godâ mâso fucking lucky. Just needed me to take care of you isnât that right? Thatâs it baby, thatâs my good girl. Take what you deserve.â You can barely hear her at this point, drowned out by the roaring white noise blasting your ears once more, your own moans a backing track. Her lips were at your temple, dropping encouraging kisses but you werenât there. Youâd floated up past her ceiling tiles, no longer a person. Yeah. That fucking good.
You came back to your body, eventually â youâre not sure when you left and when you returned but you could feel now, your own hand shooting out of its weak trance to grip her wrist and cease her movements. âElâ You rasp weakly and she slows.
You seemed like you could fall asleep â and Ellie was happy to let you. You looked adorable and sleepy, so she took you in her arms, pressing kisses to your cheeks. âDid so good for me pretty girl.â She whispers, and itâs so warm and familiar like youâd been with her forever. Like that awful man had never been given the chance to touch you. What was his name again? You pout against her neck, letting her manoeuvre you and baby you. Sheâd clean you up in a little while, for now focused on holding you and telling you how good you did. Sheâd made you cum like you deserved, and that was two more times than Louis did. Ellie was⊠satisfied. âYou okay?â
You wrapped your legs around her hips, drawing her closer to your body so that she was half on top of you. She chuckled, pulling back a little to look at you. âHm? Caught your breath?â There was no cockiness in her voice, all gentleness when she cups your face making your eyes flutter open.
âEllie.â You murmur, your own fingers grazing her cheeks like you were seeing her for the first time in years.
âThats right, baby.â She grins, sounding like she was proud of you which made your heart swell. Her sweatpants covered crotch fell against your own slightly and you winced, suckling on your bottom lip and lashes fluttering from the feeling of the material against your engorged clit. âShit, sorryââ She went to apologise, but your leg locked around her ass, pulling her back into you. You wriggled your hips, humping her like a little bunny rabbit.
Oh⊠you werenât done.
âYeah?â She was still smiling, but a darkness bolted through them, something else there, the sweetness disappearing for something more stern. âWant more?â
Youâre lifting your hips now, trying to get some kind of feeling against you as your chest rises and falls â back into the swing of it. You felt deranged, like there was chance youâd be this damn horny forever.
She reaches down to grip your hips and thumps her covered cunt against yours a few times making you hum. She looks pensive, and when she looks back to you sheâs decided. âYou want me to fuck you, donât you?â
Sheâs pulling the harness over her boxers, sweatpants discarded next to your dress, before youâve even registered her practically leap off the bed. The dildo attached is black, and your mind flashes back to your dream. Not purple then, huh.
She takes the time to look at you from a new angle, on your back, knees cutely pressed together. From where she stands, she can see the purple bruises her mouth had littered around your thighs. As she tightens the harness with one hand, she gently pushes you knee open with the other, getting a good look at your drenched, abused pussy. Your arms squish over your boobs, fists beneath your chin as you watch her in adoration.
Before you know it, sheâs hovering over you againâ leaning over to share a kiss, as if sheâd missed you in the short amount of time sheâd been apart from you. You feel the tip graze your slit and jolt slightly, fingers curling into her wifebeater. Pushing herself up to be able to see properly, she grips the cock in her fist before flushing.
âFuckâ uh, I donât have lube.â She thinks, and thinks hard â this cock was undoubtably bigger than your now exes, and she didnât want it to hurt. The idea of her splitting you open made her clit warm, but she was set on you feeling nothing short of amazing.
âSâokay.â You pout, high pitched and whiny as you tilt your hips down, trying to hump against the shaft â or the tip â or whatever you could reach.
âNah sâbig, babe. Need it nice nâwet for you.â She huffs. âLook, I can run down to the store. I know they sell it there andââ
She doesnât even realise youâre pulling her desperately onto the bed, falling onto her back until sheâs looking up at you. In any other situation, sheâd expect you to suddenly be taking charge â asserting dominance, but no â you looked more fucked out than ever, staring down at her with big puppy dog eyes, whispering âPleaseâ over and over like a prayer.
She cups your cheek, pressing some of your hair against your face from her grasp and is about to clarify on âPlease what, sweet girl?â but the words catch in her throat when you crawl down her shakily, licking your swollen lips at the sight of her plastic cock. No way.
âYou sure, baby?â The words died on her tongue as you start to mouth at it, pink tongue flattened desperately against the shiny strap. A low moan sounds from the back of your throat as you continue licking it like it had some kind of heavenly flavouring. Now Ellie knew it wasnât strictly her dick, and maybe it was the way you were pressing the strap down into her crotch â but she couldnât stop the curses from flying out. It felt⊠good. You drooled, the pearly, bubbly sheen dripping down the shaft before you took the tip of your mouth, obscene moans and sucking sounds bouncing around the room.
You pulled off with a pop for a second, glancing up at her with your hazy, submissive expression sheâd grown fond of fast. âFeel like a slut.â You groan, high pitched and girlish. You had worry in your expression, brows knitted and eyes watery â but it didnât quite meet your actions as you went back down, taking as much as you could in your throat. Ellie smirked, entertained as she pulled any hair out your face â watching your ministrations.
âYou can be a slut for me if you want, itâs okay. Wonât tell anyone.â She cooes. You blink up at her, suckling on her tip. âYeah. Donât wanna be a slut for just anyone though do you? You want me to slut you out, like you deserve.â It doesnât come out like a question in the slightest, her back teeth gritting when she watches your lashes flutter, eyes threatening to roll back. You pull off, dropping demure kisses to the now wet shaft. âYou shy now? Come up here.â Sheâs grinning and you practically leap to straddle her.
Youâre not focused on what sheâs doing, busy kissing over her cheeks â and youâre suddenly confronted by her shifting you into position, sliding the wet tip through your velvety, leaking cunt. âYou want it like this? Like how I taught you?â She tilts her head to look at you and you nod frantically, stopping yourself from lurching forward again and kissing every freckle on her face. Gotta be good for her, gotta be good for her â round and round your head like a broken record.
âWant it Ellie, please.â You whine and sheâs shushing you, hot pressure searing within when she pushes in. Itâs just like you dreamt, smoothâ but small ridges catch inside you making you heave out a high pitched moan into her neck. Her free hand smoothes down your back, comforting you.
âI know.â She croons. âGonna be a big girl and take it all, yeah?â
It takes you everything not to destroy the progress sheâs made inside you and clamp down like a vice, so you fling in the opposite direction, arching your back into her to widen yourself. She feels this, feels you trying to help her push it inside and kisses your forehead. âSuch a good fucking girl.â
She wants to give you time to adjust to the size, but as soon as itâs all the way in you rock against her, sliding it in and out. You choke out a pained whine and she tskâs, holding you still.
âSee? Just not cut out for doinâ any of the work are you?â
Something awake deep down within you past the submissive fog wants to be offended. But sheâs right. You want whatever Ellie wants, and if she wants you to lay there on top of her and take itâ thatâs what you want too. She speaks again, and you almost hit a sudden orgasm, her feet flattening on the bed as she slowly bucks up, doing all the fucking for you as you lay limp on top of her. âThats okay. Just my pretty pillow princess. Yeah, that sounds right doesnât it.â She pants lowly, but the words echo around your head like she screamed it.
âFeels â so â mmpghmâ Its muffled into her shoulder anyway, and her hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading you wider to take her deeper. You mewl.
âOh thatâs the spot, isnât it babe.â The smugness is back, and you let her speed up, pounding that sore but needy spot inside you. âFuck, gonna make me cum too with those pretty noises.â Her teeth are grit, and your mind reels. You didnât know that was possible.
At this point, Ellie was beginning to use you to get off. The way she was tugging you back and fourth on her lap had you sliding the harness right up over her clit, the ridges inside pressing her through her boxers. If she could just hold on a little longer, put her focus back on youâŠ
âWish you⊠wish you couldââ You choke on your moans, about to hurtle over the edge.
âCould what, hm?â She purses her lips, focused on her movements.
âCould cum inside me. Oh!â It hits you, and maybe it was your own words that did it. But sheâs bucking off the bed soon enough, right behind you as her stomach tenses. The idea of her pearly white cum fountaining out your cunt when sheâd unplug you making her go into fucking overload. She got sloppy, chasing her high but it was okay â you were crying again, the strap barely moving inside you from your clench but it didnât stop Ellie from grinding, toes clenching and eyes squeezing shut. Fuck, fuck, shit. She was cumming.
You were pretty sure you blacked out. Because suddenly your eyes were fluttering open, senses returning to you slowly and you were just catching Ellie slipping into the bathroom, laying on your back now having been rolled over. You closed your eyes again sleepily, listening to the clattering of the harness hit the floor and a sighed out âFuckâ from the dealer herself. The tap ran, and you dozed a little before Ellie returned with wipes.
âMorninâ babe.â She chuckled, voice a little hoarse as you blinked up at her sleepily.
âCome nâcuddle.â Your voice was more hoarse, coming out cracked and squeaky. If you werenât so sleepy, maybe youâd get shy about it.
âAlright, hold your horses. Need to get you nice and cleaned up first.â She shook her head, smiling at you affectionately as she settled between your thighs. Once she had wiped you up, helped you to the bathroom to pee, and pulled an oversized tshirt of hers over your head â then finally she was snuggling up beside you, pulling the blanket over you both. âThere we go.â She stretched, arms above her head for a moment before they wrapped around you. âUgh, I kinda stink.â She turned her nose up and you giggled into her chest. âSorry bout that.â She chuckled.
âDonât think you have to be sorry about anything ever again after that.â Your sweet voice is muffled, and your face warms again thinking about all the vulgar things she just did to you. All the vulgar things you did. You clamped your eyes shut, thinking about the desperate way you sucked her off.
âGood to know. In that case, definitely wonât be the last time Iâm pulling that trick out.â She joked and you pulled back to look up at her with lovey-dovey eyes. She panicked, misreading. âUnless you donât wannaâŠuhââ
You rolled your eyes. âI do. I want⊠I want you. Completely.â
Her expression softened, thumb drawing mindless shapes on your shoulder. âYeah?â
âIf youâll have me, of course. Obviously gotta take care of⊠you know who, first.â You cringe, thinking itâll surely ruin the mood.
âCan say his name you know, heâs not Voldemort.â
You giggle, snuggling back into her. âJust donât wanna. Donât wanna hear about that man ever again.â You smile, pressing the fat of your cheek into her small bust.
âIâm down for that.â
You let your eyes grow heavier, and when youâre silent for a few minutes â Ellie thinks youâve fallen asleep. She smiles, in disbelief at the way things have turned out before turning her head to Dinaâs textbook on the desk that she was meant to deliver to her at some point. Oops.
When she turns back to you, she almost jumpsâ your owlish eyes blinking up at her.
âEllie, would you say a hot dog is a sandwich?â
She gapes down at you. âHello?â
âWell I was talking about sandwiches earlier so now itâs on my mind!â
âOh man, now weâre gonna have to argue. Who the hell said hot dogs are sandwiches?â
The two of you laughed, launching into a sleepy, delirium fuelled debate â and the world outside seemed to be held on pause. Maybe the reality of things would settle in tomorrow, but for now â you would just enjoy each others presence like youâd wanted to since the first time youâd met. This time, with no obstacles.
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idk where i said this but
ellie = daddy
abby =mommy
i stand by this statement.
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want that kind of cuddling with abby thatâs like 1 degree away from making love? the kind of cuddling that leaves you breathless and whimpering and shaking from the pleasure of being toyed with? the kind of cuddling where she plays with your lips and tongue with her mouth, getting your drool all over the place
YESYEYSYESYEYS
whispering âwant you closer, wanna be closerâ borderline frantically as you nuzzle into her neck and wrap your legs tightly around her waist. and sheâs got her big warm hands up the back of your shirt, rubbing your back up and down. âcan take off your clothes? get you as close as you can be?â sheâd suggest, voice all soft and tired and youâre just nodding with a stressed lil pout, fighting your clothes off until youâre completely naked just pressed up against her. and then of course you get to that point where you start mouthing at her because close isnât close enough, so she quickly offers you her fingers and letâs you just suckle at them desperately. not quite sexual, not just yet anyway â but your urge to consume every part of her is taking over all your usual shyness until you have drool down your chin and youâre panting and groaning greedily. âi know. mâright here.â she whispers, pressing a kiss against your temple.
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i love being sapphic bc. what do you MEAN i have the privilege to KISS WOMEN⊠HOLY SHIT!!!! IM RHE LUCKIEST PERSON ALIVE!!!!!
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this is so me more ppl should just be misandrists
i love being the stereotypical man hating lesbian . itâs so healing to just not acknowledge men unless i absolutely have to!! đ„°
oh yes !! being a stereotypical man hating lesbian has healed me in so many ways. i lovelovelove being a stereotypeeeeee because men suck !!!!
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OMGGG IT'S SO GREAT TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN YAYYY HOPE YOU'VE BEEN WELL <333
AWWWEEE HIIII I LOVE U NONNIE THANK YOU!!! i should be back to writing soon, this has taken so much longer than i thought it wouldveđđ and yes ive been well- schools just busy is all :))
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hiiiii i miss youuu
hi nonnie ;)) im sorry ive been inactive im in a writers block rn but i do have some wips ill continue soon- 's just hard when ur stuck in a rut but ill be out soon, promise <3
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nsfw content; minors dni!
tw stepcest; stepsis! ellie, panty stealing, panty sniffing, ellieâs a perv, f masturbation, f orgasm, mentions of men failing reader.
with your panties pressed to her face, silk and lace tickling her nose and chin, ellie thinks this may just be heaven.
still, sheâs not unaware of how wrong it is: how dirty it is for her to be sprawled upon your bed with her legs spread wide, fingers stuffed into her tight hole, your underwear crumpled in your free hand and held against her face.
itâs hard to find it in her to care, currently. especially when the knot in her stomach tightens impossibly more, fingers curling and thrusting wildly inside, desperately trying to push herself over the edge. ellieâs bresthing stutters when the waistband of your panties drag over her bottom lip, allowing her brain to keep spurring on the filthy fantasy sheâs created.
âfuckâ yeah, jusâ like that.â she murmurs, imagining itâs your fingers instead of hers. she imagines teaching you how to hit that spot inside of her that makes her whimper, or showing you how to use just the right amount of teeth on her neglected clit. she pictures how wide your eyes would be when she presses her cunt to yours for the first time, giving you that taste of pleasure you hadnât even thought of exploring before youâd met ellie.
ellieâs hips jerk forward to meet the movements of her fingers, forcing her digits deeper inside of her. her warm walls clench pathetically around herself, covering her palm with her glossy slick. she canât help the moans that escape her throat when the lingering scent of you hits her nose from the soft fabric bunched against her face, sweet and so fucking addictive.
âcâmon, baby. gonna make me come.â ellie whispers into the dark of your bedroom, only the silence responding back. once again, her mind wanders. she thinks back to all the times sheâs seen you in your underwear, shamelessly getting changed in front of her because âwell, weâre both girls, right? nothing we havenât seen before.â and when she felt so guilty for how turned on it made her.
she thinks back on when you confessed to her that sex had never felt right with your previous boyfriends, and how theyâd never been able to make you feel as good as you did yourself. how sheâd fought the urge to pounce on you then and there, and show you how much better she was than your own small fingers and pathetic bullet vibrator you shoved to the back of your nightstand drawer.
ellieâs fingers stutter, and she can feel how close she is. the sloppy sounds of her wet pussy fill the room, followed by her strained groans and whimpers. her eyes roll back when she imagines you being in the same position, doing this to yourself, and spurred (hopefully) on by the thoughts of your stepsister down the hall.
her chest heaves.
âmmmâ fuckâ oh, fuckââ ellieâs thighs close in on their own when she comes. her back arches, your name falling from her tongue like a mantra, legs shaking and eyes watering.
when she finally feels steady enough to stand, she leaves. but not without tucking your panties into the pocket of her sweatshirt, and straightening out the sage green comforter at the end of your bed.
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Be Quiet and Drive Far Away
"it feels good to know you're mine."
or the one where ellie takes you on a drive.
pairing : ellie x female!reader (modern college au)
WARNINGS : SMUT, heavy petting, oral f!receiving (obvi lolz), facesitting, fingering, grinding, messy makeouts, car sex, virginity loss, weed usage, praise, lowk jealous ellie oops, but also jealous!reader :0 groping, manhandling, dry humping, mentions of strap, masturbation, slight hair pulling, light restraining, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, semi public sex ?? fluff at the end teehee i love lesbians
TRIGGER WARNINGS : sex under the influence but both reader and ellie are high, i can't think of anything else but if i missed smth pls lmk, otherwise enjoy <3
a/n : i know ellie is 5'5 but in this pretend she's 5'10 pls & ty teehee
youâre sitting with jesse and dina, trying to be polite and engage in conversation, but you canât. you canât keep up with trying to time your fake laughter in time when they make a joke, not because they arenât funny, but you canât pay attention.Â
the only thing you can focus on is ellie. ellie ellie ellie
dinaâs not stupid, sheâs been involved with ellie. she knows how enticing she can be without even having to try.
sheâs also quick to notice your lack of involvement in conversing, she can follow your eyes that always lead right to ellie. she doesnât blame you, no one could. all the girls in your friend group have fallen victim to ellieâs effect.
and now it was your turn.Â
your heart picks up just that much more, when ellie glances at you in the bleachers, and she smiles for a moment, waving at you before she returns her attention back to the game. âWOO YEAH ELLIE!â jesse yells, cupping his hands around his mouth.
âi barely understand whatâs happening,â he whispers to both you and dina and you laugh, shrugging. âhonestly? i donât either, iâm just here for ellie,â and jesse doesnât even have time to stop himself from laughing.Â
âoh we know,â he snickers and dina nudges him. âdonât be a dick,â she chides, glancing over at you while you try to lessen the hot embarrassment in your cheeks.
âsorry, sorry,â he says comfortingly, scooting closer to you on the bleachers. he rubs your arm and you lean on his shoulder, watching ellie dribble the basketball.Â
sheâs hunched forward, and you can see the necklace you gave her on her birthday hang from her neck, and a bit of warmth flutters in the pit of your stomach at the sweet detail.
you watch ellie push at her opponents, knocking them down like itâs nothing, dribbling the ball before shooting and scoring, not once missing the hoop. sheâs impressive, but you donât really care about the game, no no, all you can manage to care about is just how good ellie looks.  Â
the navy blue uniform fits her so well, it complements her fair skin, and the way she pauses, holding the ball between her thighs when she re-ties her hair, pulling the top half back and letting the front strands fall beside her temples, inevitably sticking to her from the sweat, you canât bear it.Â
youâre so, so happy you made dina and jesse come early to the game, swearing up and down if you just beat the crowd youâd score good seats, and boy were you more than right.Â
you got a front seat to all the action, up close glances at ellieâs hands gripping the ball, her long slender fingers curling over the curve of it, made you squirm just a little.Â
she walks to the side, taking gulps of water from her bottle, and you watch the droplets stream down her chin messily, trickling beneath her jersey.Â
she lifts it up, wiping her mouth clean, and your grip on jesseâs arm gets tighter, your eyes unable to peel themselves off the sight of her fit and toned abdomen.Â
ugh. you need her.Â
jesse looks down at you, bumping you gently with his shoulder. âyou feelinâ alright?â he asks and you sit up, nodding with a pat to his knee. âyeah, uh yeah, sorry, iâm good.â you sip from the slushie dina bought and he raises a brow, clicking his tongue. âyeahâŠokay,â he chuckles, turning back to face forward.Â
dina tilts her head backwards behind jesseâs back, catching your stare. she smiles knowingly at you, wiggling your hand in herâs. you both share a laugh before looking back at the game.Â
âÂ
the game ends, and youâre waiting for ellie in the parking lot to come out from the locker rooms. youâre nervously fiddling with the ends of your tank top, tugging at the loose threads, and dina notices.Â
she stands next to you, bumping her hips to yourâs. âyou make things so obvious, be cool, i think sheâs coming,â she says quietly, low enough for only you to hear, and you make a squeaky sound full of nerves, looking at her with wide worried eyes. âdonât freak! you look good,â she winks, falling back behind you with jesse.Â
ellie spots the three of you, her long legs taking strides right to where you all stood. âWOO thereâs our champ, congrats dude you killed it,â jesse cheers, and ellie laughs, shaking her head when jesse and her connect hands and hug with a firm pat over the back.Â
âthank you, thank you,â she curtsies with the ends of her flannel.Â
âhey din,â she greets, and dina smiles, pulling her in for a hug. her sights shift to you, and her smile deepens. âhi,â she breathes out, her hand falling to your waist, her grasp was just a passing away from tight as she ushers you in her arms.Â
you squeeze her back, the scent of her freshly washed hair and skin filling your senses. âyou did great,â you praise softly, and she replies with an equally soft, thank you, her hand deviating right on the curve above your ass, running her hand side to side.Â
a spark explodes in the space cradled by the plump of your thighs at her touch.Â
you can smell the honey and white oak native body wash on her, feeling dizzy from it even when she lets you go, her hands still lingering over your waist. she eyes you, mouthing a silent hi once more before her eyes fall back to jesse and dina.Â
âso!â she claps her hands together, rubbing them excitedly when she stands amidst you three. âwhereâre you guys takinâ me for my celebration dinner?âÂ
âabout that,â jesse sighs awkwardly, scratching at his neck. âdina and i gotta study for that molecular biology exam tomorrow, we wonât be able to do the dinner celebration with you tonight, iâm sorry ells,â he frowns, but youâre not stupid, actually, even an idiot could see through his poor excuse of a lie.Â
âyeah, iâm sorry ellie, i promise weâll make it up to you, but!â dinaâs eyes flicker to you, and your eyes widen, your face drops in horror, shaking your head and hands rapidly behind ellie. âsomeone is still free,â she nods towards you, and ellie turns to look at you.Â
you paint a smile over the anxiety etched in your face. âyou still down for dinner?â she asks, and you bob your head affirmatively, praying she canât see how painfully nervous you are.Â
âalright well,â she drapes an arm over your shoulders, turning back to dina and jesse. âyou guys suck, we are gonna go have dinner. later.â she sends them a peace sign, walking with you over to her truck.Â
âhow much you wanna bet sheâs gonna hit?â jesse asks and dina, groans, rolling her eyes. âyouâre gross,â she hops in the car, and he joins her in the passenger seat.
âbut 20 bucks.â she answers, looking at him with an upside down smile. jesse laughs, taking her hand in a firm shake. âyouâre on.âÂ
âÂ
itâs quiet for awhile, the sound of cars driving beside the truck is calming, the sound of ellie drumming her fingers against the steering wheel is too, but no matter how tame your environment is, you just canât seem to shed the anxiety that comes with being alone with her. but lucky for you, she speaks while you canât seem to.Â
âso you and jesse are gettinâ pretty close huh?â she asks, her left elbow resting against the car window, driving with her right hand. she looks over at you, and you look back, slightly confused.
âuh, i mean i suppose. he hangs around dina and iâs dorm a lot.âÂ
she nods, a quiet yeah while she purses her lips. âi just ask because you guys seemed kinda. buddy buddy at the game,â and you laugh in a hushed disbelief, turning in your seat to face her.Â
âdude, itâs definitely not like that,â youâre shaking your head, the thought of you and jesse being together is almost hysterical.Â
the thought of you being with anyone that wasnât the girl sitting right next to you was ridiculous, but you keep that thought to yourself.Â
ânah, i just mean..itâd beâŠcute, if you guys were a thing.â cute sounds forced coming from ellie, the taste on her tongue from verbalizing the image of you and jesse together leaves her crinkling her lips to the side, unhappy with the thought.Â
you laugh again, and she gazes over at you, brow raised, thumb running under her bottom lip. âsomethinâ funny?â she half laughs dryly.Â
âno no, itâs just,â your laughter fades as you wipe the fake tears from your eyes. âyou sound jealous is all. itâs silly.âÂ
the corner of her lips curl just a little, and she inches her head towards you, her hand resting on the stick shift. âdo i?â she asks, her voice dropping lower than it usually is, and you swallow hard, feeling hot under her gaze.Â
you look at the hand that rests next to you on the stick shift, eyes tracing over her knuckles, the rings that adorn themâŠ
you look back up at her and she laughs under her breath, catching you in your stares. she continues driving once the red light switches back to green. âhere, you can play whatever you want.â she hands you her phone, and you grin, giggling something cute, taking her phone.Â
your brows come up in surprise when you log in to her spotify. the saved playlists in her recent activity are not herâs.Â
âthese playlists. they look⊠familiar,â you suck on your bottom lip to keep from the wide smile itching to spread.
her cheeks get a little pinker at your observations and she chuckles, leaning in deeper in her seat, running her fingers under her lips. âcaught me. i stalked your spotify.âÂ
you scroll through the many saved playlists, laughing in shock when you look back at her. âcreep, you have just about every playlist iâve ever made.â the words ring even truer when you land on the playlist entitled e.Â
shit.Â
you clear your throat, quickly choosing a playlist that wasnât the one you made during a crying fit at 2am because you overheard from jesse that she was hooking up with a girl from her basketball team.Â
âi just so happen to think you have good music taste, and by the way,â she glances away from the road for a moment over to you, pointing a finger in the air. âno one ever gets aux privileges in the truck, so feel special.âÂ
you hold her phone to your chest, bowing with dramatic graciousness. âthank you ellie for this honor, i will appreciate it until the day i die,â she half scoffs, half laughs, the tip of her tongue poking her cheek. âyeah you better,â she feigns a grumble.Â
âanyways,â you draw out, poking at her sides, laughing when she does at your prodding. âwhere does the winner wanna eat?âÂ
âagh i was just thinking about that, i kinda want something fancy, i feel like i need to eat something fit for a king,â sheâs partially joking, but sheâs starving, ready to eat just about anything, and she almost says that when she looks over at you.
she wonders how much youâd squirm if she said that.Â
âahh yes, a feast if you will,â you agree, tapping your chin. âwhatâs fancy and nearby?âÂ
âÂ
you two landed in an olive garden.Â
âthis is the fanciest place i know!â ellie says in defense, trying to convince you of the pure class olive garden has to offer.Â
âno yeah, i definitely believe that olive garden is the fanciest place you know,â you laugh quietly when she opens the door for you.Â
âdonât be rude,â she squints at you, pointing at you in tandem.Â
you two are seated by a hostess, ellie trails behind you, her hand in the middle of your back while you walk, and you have to pretend it isnât affecting you, and that the heat from her hand doesnât radiate itself all the way down to a place where it shouldnât be.Â
âyour server will be right with you,â is what you both are left with before you start scavenging over the menu.Â
âiâm kinda tempted to get the tour of italy thing but iâm gonna be glued to their toilet if i do,â ellie clicks her tongue and you laugh behind the menu.Â
âwell,â you set the menu down, ellie following in your actions. âis it worth it? tour of italy feast and then explosive diarrhea or one plate of pasta and a minor poop session?âÂ
ellie stares at you with lips cracking into a wobbly laugh. âyou really know how to set the mood, don't you?â and you laugh, despite the feeling that picks up in your lower stomach.Â
set the mood?Â
was there a mood to be set?Â
before you can reply, the waiter comes, and youâre half tempted to tell him you need more time, just for a few more seconds alone with ellie.Â
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âyouâre not paying.â ellie says with finality, giving you a look that says donât argue. but naturally, of course you do.Â
âno dude câmon, itâs your night, you shouldnât have to pay.â you try to tug at the bill, but her grip is unwavering. âyeah, my night, my rules.â she taps the bill over your nose before digging out her wallet. she slides her credit card into the tablet at the table, winking at you when she catches your annoyed stare.Â
you roll your eyes despite the fluttery feeling rushing in your chest at the small act. ânext time iâm paying.â you promise, and ellie nods patronizingly, opening the door for you on your way out. âdonât give me that look, iâm serious!âÂ
ellie just hums an, iâm sure you are, tossing one of those chocolate mints into her mouth.Â
âwhere to next?â you ask, buckling yourself up in the passenger seat. she rests her elbow on your seat, turning around to watch the back of her truck while she pulls out.Â
your face gets hot, and you canât get yourself to scoot away from how close she is to you.Â
âuh, dunno. figured we could just drive around for a bit. that cool with you?â she asks, still close to you, close and in your air. you can smell the chocolate mint and peach bellini tea on her breath and you have to calm yourself before you speak.Â
âyeah, yeah it-itâs cool with me.â you respond quieter than you intended.Â
âyou sure? i can drop you back off at your dorm if youâre not feelinâ itââÂ
âno, i mean aha, no no itâs all good with me,â you reply faster than you meant, and you feel like slapping yourself when she laughs. âalright,â she smiles at you, turning back to face the road.
music fills in the silence when you canât, mind buzzing with possible things to say, none of them sounding good enough to mention.Â
âso, i heard youâre talking to abby,â ellie says, pulling you up and out of the heaps of thoughts you dug yourself into.Â
âwait, like talking talking?â you ask, and ellie nods, sucking on her teeth, and you canât help but wonder if her visible dislike of mentioning abby is because sheâs jealous, or because she just doesnât like her. you tell yourself itâs the ladder, but a giddy feeling fills you up from the pit of your gut at the idea of the other option.Â
âno, no itâs not like that, i think sheâs still into owen or something.â you answer and ellie stays quiet, nodding to herself slowly.Â
âbut if she wasnât?â she pushes a little further, glancing over at you. âwell, i donât really like abby like that, sheâs not my type.â you shrug, and ellie chuckles. âyeah, girls?âÂ
you feel like yelling in her face that you more than like girls, if anything you happen to be in love with the one thatâs currently driving. Â
âno stupid, if anything iâm notâŠparticularly into owenâs type. abbyâs cool but, iâm not interested.â youâre treading lightly on this topic, not quite sure why, ellieâs the last person you should be nervous to talk about this with, and yet you still are.Â
to be fair, ellie just makes you nervous to begin with.Â
when she pulls to a stop at the red light, her hand finds its way back behind your seat, very close to the nape of your neck.
she's tilting her head at you, her skin illuminating from the bright red glare from the light, and a curl at her lips makes you feel hot all over. âreally? i didnât know you were into girls,âÂ
âhow?â you laugh and she shrugs, joining you in your laugh. âwell you never said anything!â she replies, her words hanging off the curve of playful exasperation.Â
you point your knees towards her, letting yourself get closer. âyou never asked.â you reply, and she sucks on her bottom lip, her fingers brushing behind your neck, trailing your shoulder. âyeah, youâre right.â she all but whispers, barely covering the sound of your shivering at her ghosting touches. Â
âi kinda guessed, but just left it as wishful thinking.â you peer at her wordlessly, her comment echoing in the walls of your head.Â
what was there to be wishful of? is she purposefully saying this shit?Â
âi wouldnât have minded,â you decide to say, and she hums a, minded what?
âif you asked. iâŠi wouldnât have minded.â youâre quiet when you speak again, and ellie nods to herself, and she chuckles something to herself. âshouldâve asked then.âÂ
its quiet for awhile more, until ellie speaks up. âand by the way, you could do a lot better than abby anderson,â you exhale a little at what she says, feigning unsurety, leaning towards where her hand rests.Â
âi dunno, she is kind of hot.â ellieâs brows screw together and she scoffs. âher name sounds like she came up with it on the spot, sheâs always got the same fuckinâ braid and she plays a stupid sport.âÂ
youâre holding back the volume of how hard you want to laugh, which is loudly, but you refrain. âher name is normal and softball isnât stupid.â she shoots you a suspecting glare, eyes flickering over you up and down. âyou sure you donât like abby?âÂ
you huff, punching at her shoulder, trying to hide your smile when she laughs an ow dude!
âi donât like abby,â you grumble, and ellieâs lips turn in a cocky way at your confirmation, wanting to rub it right in abbyâs face.Â
âbut what about you?â you ask, somewhat accusingly, interrupting ellieâs internal gloating. âwhat about me? you know i canât stand her,â she answers and you blow out an irritated sigh.Â
ânot who iâm talking about. i heard you have a thing with one of the girls on your team.â youâre not sure why you let yourself bring it up, the last thing you want to hear is ellie going into detail about her romp with some girl who isnât you.Â
âwhat?â she laughs airily, her wrist now hanging off the stick shift. âwhereâd you hear that?â she queries and you purse your lips, shrugging.
âprobably from the same place where you heard that iâm talking to abby.â your brow raises at her, and her tongue pokes at her cheek, thumb running along her chin. âalright, alright,â she chuckles under her breath.Â
âit was nothinâ serious, she wanted to experiment, and i happened to be the one she wanted to use as a test drive.â she drums her fingers against the steering wheel, tittering stilly at the memory and you grow uncomfortable, almost upset that she even has something to remember between her and that girl. and it looks like she doesnât quite mind the memory either.Â
âthatâs like what? the fifth girl youâve let experiment with you? youâre like the community strap.â ellie looks at you, ears taking notice of the scorn in your grousing. âwow, okay did i strike a nerve somehow?âÂ
âno, no, not at all.â you reply, and ellie watches you for a little longer, seeing that youâre not looking at her. uh huh. she hums to herself before digging through her center console. she pulls out a blunt, quickly fishing out her lighter from her pocket.Â
she puts it between her lips, handing you the lighter. she points it towards you, and you hold the lit lighter to the end of her blunt, and she blinks a thanks, at you. she inhales, holding it in, breathing it as much as she can, before letting it fan out. she hands it to you, and you accept.Â
you two pass it back and forth, taking silent drags from it until the silence turns to giggling. âi just feel like iâd be⊠i donât know, bad at it? itâs been so long you know?â you admit through a fit of embarrassed giggles and ellie breathes through herâs before responding.Â
âcouldnât have been that long. how long has it been since youâve kissed someone?â you suck in your lips, and she bumps your arm. âi wonât judge, i promise.â she swears, and you sigh, closing your eyes when you take in a long drag, handing it back to her when you exhale.Â
âthe third day in the first week of senior year in highschool.â ellie just about slams on the breaks, and you jerk forward, gripping onto your seatbelt. âellie the fuckââÂ
ânah dude, you what the fuck! itâs been like, 3 almost 4 years since youâve kissed anyone?â sheâs shocked, and sheâs loud, and you wish you never said anything. âwhat happened to no judging?â you frown, taking back the blunt. âno, no iâm not judging, justâŠshocked no oneâs kissed you in that long,â she murmurs, running her hand across your forearm.Â
your skin prickles up under her warm palm, and your eyes drift over to the tattoos on the arm touching you, her rolled up flannel fitting around her elbow.Â
you let your staring fall into her eyes. her throat bobs, and she turns away, her hand still on your arm, the other back on the steering wheel.Â
âwhere are we going?â you ask, waiting for her to answer while sheâs got the blunt between her lips. âsomewhere i can change that.âÂ
your heart freezes before it beats harder than it ever has beneath your chest cavity. âwhat?â you breathe out and she turns to you. âonly if you want,â she replies in the same breath. âokay,â you nod, squeezing the hand on your arm.Â
she taps the ashes out the window when she pulls up into the picnic area of a park that faces a lake.Â
and when she turns the keys, killing the engine, itâs too quiet, the ringing in your ears suddenly getting louder and louder.Â
she shifts around in her seat, fully facing you, and she leans in, the tips of her fingers tracing over the apple of your cheek.Â
âwe donât have to if you donât want to, i donât want you to feel pressured or anything,â she murmurs, her soft words fanning over your lips.Â
you shake your head, inching closer. âi donât feel pressured, just nervous,â you admit, the air slowly depleting from your voice.Â
âi know, sâokay. i got you. come here,â her hand rests on the side of your neck, cradling you to her. she tilts her heard towards you, quickly flicking the roach out the window.Â
her lips are on yourâs, the second you two interlock, she lets out something like a moan in your mouth, itâs quiet but filled with relief.Â
she wants more.Â
youâre holding her cheeks, pulling her in closer while her hand keeps you stuck to her, her fingers splayed along your jawline, her thumb on the side of your chin.Â
the sounds from your kiss fill the truck, and it does something to ellie, it does something to you.Â
you whimper in her mouth when her tongue pushes between your lips, flicking over yours. you hold on tighter, feeling weak when her tongue piercing grazes you.
she likes the way you cling to her, likes the way your body tells on you, making it clear youâre enjoying this as much as she is. youâre tilting your heads side to side at a slow pace, moving in closer to each other now, hands starting to wander.Â
the burn from a lack of air feels good, youâre slightly faint, but thatâs just ellieâs effect.Â
her lips sponge a few times to yours before she pulls apart, light gasps for air while she rests her forehead to yourâs.Â
âyou sure you havenât kissed anyone in awhile?â she chuckles, running her hands up and down your arms.Â
you giggle, pecking her lips. âyeah, iâm sure.â you breathe through your fading giggles.Â
âi felt your tongue piercing, i didnât know you actually got it done,â you mention, voice still wavering, the imprint of her lips on yours tracing itself into circles over your own, and she exhales a breathless laugh, moving in nearer.Â
âyou wanna feel it again?â she offers, words falling heavy into temptation. you donât say anything, you just pull her back in with both hands on either side of her face.Â
she groans in your mouth, her hand holding you as close as can be by the back of your neck.Â
youâre both breathing through your noses, too enthralled by the way the other feels pressed up against each other, air feeling unimportant in comparison.Â
her tongue is on yours, and she slightly inches back, sucking on your bottom lip, letting it fall back in place before going back in, kissing you hard.Â
her hand lays on your thigh, traveling up your hip, squeezing, pulling you in closer, but you canât get any closer than you already are.Â
âellie,â you expel what little breaths you have to whisper her name. âyeah?â she mumbles, kissing at your jaw. âi wanna be closer,â your nervousness melts away little by little, and you think maybe she took it from you when you kissed.Â
âwe can move to the back of the truck, there isnât much more space than this in the backseat,â she swallows, pressing another peck to your lips. you nod, and she holds your hip a little tighter before you make your way out the truck.Â
when you both meet at the back of her truck, she looks down at you, running her thumb over your chin for a moment before pulling the trunk down.
thereâs already sheets laid out and you look at her suspiciously, uhh? coming out your mouth.
âwas this an elaborate scheme to get me in the back of your trunk?â you ask, knowing that even if it was, you wouldnât have cared.Â
âno, oh god, joel was helping me move some shit and he laid that down so it didnât scratch the bed of my truck i swear,â she rambles, and itâs the first time youâve ever been the one to make her flustered.Â
you laugh, clambering up into the trunk. âiâm kidding ells, now hurry up itâs cold,â your knees close together, elbows supporting you upright so you can continue looking at her.Â
âiâll warm you up,â she promises stilly, climbing up after you.
she closes the bed of the truck up, laying right beside you, hand holding her head while the other rests on your waist.Â
her hand drops from her head to rest beside yours when she leans back in to kiss you. you moan as soon as your lips touch herâs, trying to get closer and closer.Â
she finds herself on top of you, one leg resting under yourâs while her other knee rests aside your hip, and when she leans down, sliding herself right up against you, you whimper in her mouth, struggling to kiss her back when you connect there.Â
the seams at the crotch of your jeans create a friction you both share, and itâs too good.
sheâs grunting above you, kissing you hard and messily while she ruts her cunt against yourâs, your sweet little cries fueling her, adding gas to her fire thatâs already burning her skin hot.Â
you try to sit up, try to kiss her more, but she pushes you down, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head.Â
sheâs panting just inches from your face, the necklace you gifted her dangling in front of you, the silver E glimmering in the moonlight.Â
âcan feel how wet you are from the outside of your jeans,â she breathes out a cocky chuckle, holding your wrists with one hand while the other dips beneath your tank top, her hand warm at the base of your tummy.Â
she lets it move up and up and up until itâs bunched at your chin, your chest bared in a cute little bra, the kind with a zipper at the front.Â
she lowers herself down to it, teeth latching onto the zipper, eyes peering up at you when she drags it down, sighing lowly, carnally, at the sight of your bare tits.Â
your shoulders try to curl on themselves shyly, but she grips tighter onto your wrists, shaking her head. âfuckinâ hot,â she mutters more to herself, ducking down and attacking one with her mouth, tongue hot and wet, swirling over your nipples, switching between the two. âellie,â you whimper, back arching. âlet me touch you,â you gasp when her teeth graze your nipple. âplease?âÂ
she obliges, releasing her hold on your wrists, and they soon fall to her short hair, weaving through the coffee strands.Â
she kisses down your sternum, down to the middle of your stomach, but you stop her right when she reaches the button of your jeans.Â
she looks up at you, rising back up to hold your cheek. âsorry, did i go too far?â she asks softly, and you shake your head, clearing away the strands from her eyes. âno, i justâŠiâve neverâŠâ she gapes at you at your confession.Â
âyouâre a virgin?â you nod, looking away. her index finger guides you by your jaw to look back at her, and she laughs airly. âthatâs okay, you donât need to be embarrassed, but if you wanna do this, i promise, iâll make it good for you.â she creates a covenant sheâs confident will go unbroken, eager to show you how good she can make you feel.Â
âiâm just scared i wonât⊠be as good as the other girlâs youâve been withââÂ
âhey,â she interrupts you, her hand already resting on your inner thigh, gripping tightly. âthey donât matter. all that does is you,â she whispers into your hair, kissing the space just before your ear before she makes her way back down.Â
she unbuttons your jeans, pulling them all the way down after youâve kicked your shoes off. youâre left feeling colder than when you started, but ellie is quick to fix it.Â
she leaves wet kisses all around your lower tummy, letting her breath fan over your dampening underwear.Â
a sense of pure pride resonates in her chest when she sees how wet you are, and itâs all for her.Â
she pushes your underwear to the side, and she sighs when she sees your bare cunt, squeezing her thighs together at the sight of you soaked.Â
âshow me how you touch yourself,â she instructs, her voice soft, but sheâs serious, stern. âwhat?â you ask, unsure if you heard her right. âyou heard me. touch yourself. i wanna see what you do that makes you feel good.â she says silkenly, kissing your inner thigh. your breath hitches.Â
âellieâŠâ your words dwindling back into nervousness. âhey,â she moves back up, her face close to yours. âi wanna touch you the way you like, just show me what you do and iâll take care of the rest.â she kisses her confirmation into your cheek before lowering herself back down.Â
you close your eyes, head resting against the bed of the truck when your fingers find themselves over your clit, rubbing familiar circles over it, feeling your hips start to twist at the light touches.Â
you dip down into your hole, pushing in, unable to reach the spot you desperately wish you could reach, moaning a quiet complaint, and ellie canât get any wetter than she is as she watches you.
she could fix that little issue for you.
âdid you ever think of me while you touched yourself?â she asks, her hands already starting to ready themselves at your thighs. you nod thoughtlessly, whimpering. âalways wanted it to be your hands,â shifting around, the aching sensation only growing.
âso fuckinâ pretty, iâll take care of you,â she growls, moving your hands aside and diving in as fast as she can, feeling starved yet again but for something sweeter this time.Â
she moans almost louder than you do once her tongue is on you. youâre shaking, hands finding purchase in the short locks of her hair, trying your best to not yank on them but itâs so hard not to.Â
itâs difficult trying to think clearly when sheâs burying her face as far as it can go into your cunt, her tongue and lips sucking over your clit, her fingers pushing themselves into your fluttering hole.Â
youâre grateful thereâs no one around to witness this, your naked chest, heaving with an ajar mouth flowing with endless moans, and a pretty girl between your thighs going down on you in the back of her truck.Â
she smacks at your thighs, gripping them hard and keeping them open, spreading you wide for her.Â
âellie, fuck,â you cry out, trying to buck yourself deeper into her mouth, but she keeps you in your place, an arm pressing down on your tummy, adding even more pressure to the already intense feeling over her flicking her tongue on your clit.Â
your eyes roll back and all you can do is cry out her name in the most incoherent mess sheâs ever heard from you.Â
she cups herself, trying to soothe the ache throbbing between her thighs.Â
but youâre the more important one, she can wait. she pushes her finger back inside you, and itâs long, you squirm when she pushes into you until she hits the knuckle.Â
she curls over the spongy spot inside you, almost smirking against your cunt when you just about sob.Â
âthat feel good?â she asks breathlessly, mouth wet from your slick when she looks up at you, her wrist still moving, finger still deep in you, fucking you. âuh huh,â you nod pathetically watery eyes barely able to look back at her. âfeels sooo good ellie, so good,â you slur, head falling back while you grind down onto her.Â
âgood, baby thatâs the goal,â she says lowly, a chuckle somewhere in her words, her lips grazing over your clit when she speaks.Â
you shudder, trying to have more of her. she keeps her forearm firm atop your stomach, too busy eating you out for you to move away, sheâs waited too long and youâre not gonna squirm away from it.Â
youâre panting, clawing at the sheet youâre laying on top of, legs buckling around ellie, but she doesnât care, she lets your thighs encase her, she loves the feeling. her tongue piercing rolling over your clit is too much, but itâs so good, you want more.Â
cries of ellieâs name leave past your bitten lips, falling one after the other, and it makes ellie feel near animalistic, she wants her name and her tongue to be the only things you can say and feel. you buck your hips just right, you meet the thrusts of her finger, eyes squeezing the tears gathering at your lashes.Â
she rises from between your thighs, her finger staying put inside you. she wants to watch your face when she adds in a second. your back arches, thighs trembling around her wrist when she inches in her index finger.Â
you whimper, holding at her flexing bicep and she shushes you, thumbing over your clit to ease you into it.Â
âyou can take it babe,â she murmurs, kissing your forehead. âsâmuch,â you hiccup, and she kisses you gently, her words airing out over your lips. âi know, but if you can take my fingers youâll be able to take my strap,â you tighten around her fingers at her proffers, and she notices, laughing ardently, curling her fingers in deeper.Â
âyeah,â she leans down, her nose against your cheek, lips by your ear. âknew youâd like that.âÂ
her thumb rubs circles over your clit, her fingers working inside you too well, you can barely take it, youâre pulling ellie down to kiss you, and she obliges, holding your face with her free hand. the wet slick sound eliciting from your cunt, makes her kiss you harder, so eager and thrilled to finally be touching you like this, and even more excited knowing sheâs got you this soaked for her.
âwanna cum,â you whine into her skin, and she ducks back down between your thighs, her lips wrapping around your clit, replacing her thumb. you cry loudly, grinding down into her mouth, greedily trying to soak up every flick of her tongue, every graze from her piercing.Â
âlet me taste it baby, cmon let it out,â she coaxes it out of you, her lips sucking over your clit just right, her fingers never relenting inside you, finally satisfying you in ways you could never accomplish before.Â
your head whips side to side, back twitching up and down, unable to contain any moans and loud sobs of ellieâs name, the pressure in your tummy bursting and spreading all throughout the entirety of your body. you roll your hips into her, panting, gasping, trying to keep up with her but your body canât take it, canât take how much sheâs giving you. it feels like your orgasm isnât ending. ellie wonât let it.Â
âellie please,â you whine, trying to wriggle away from her, but her grip only tightens.Â
she removes her fingers, letting her tongue do all the work. you push her away, but she doesnât budge. âyouâre right there baby, give me one more, i know you can,â she has more faith in you than you do yourself, but you can never say no to ellie.Â
you endure the burning stimulation rippling under your skin, throbbing through your cunt. youâre freely crying, whining, pleading with ellie, but she doesnât let up, she canât just have a taste of your cunt and be one and done, she needs more.Â
the pressure rebuilds itself, soon to crumble in on its foundation, and you canât believe itâs about to happen again, it hurts, but you donât want it to stop either. all you can do is take it, babbling mindlessly while ellie devours you whole.Â
youâre cumming with a loud cry, the inability to stay still doesnât affect ellie in the slightest, her strong arms keep you planted still, leaving you inescapable from her tongue. she laps you up, taking you all in, gently grazing her teeth over your clit and chuckling when you shiver.Â
you canât stop shaking, your cunt is still buzzing, you can feel every swirl of ellieâs tongue over your clit, her fingers still buried inside you, and the muscle memory makes you twitch when it hits you extra hard.Â
she holds you in close, ridding herself of her flannel to drape over you. âyâdid so good for me, taste so sweet,â she whispers, watching as you cocoon yourself in her arms, head falling heavy in her chest. youâre still trying to remember how to breathe, pressing soft kisses to the base of her neck.Â
âyou feel okay?â she asks, quietly, leaning down to check on you, and you nod, humming happily. you crawl out of her arms and on top of her, hands on her shoulders, and she has to fight to maintain eye contact instead of just staring at your chest in front of her.Â
âi wanna make you feel good too,â youâre not sure if itâs the weed or the high from the back to back orgasms thatâs making you this bold, but you go along with it anyway, the curiosity and hunger for how ellie would taste is what really enables it all.Â
her hands fall to your waist, and she looks up at you with an excited challenge in her eyes. âoh yeah?â she asks, mhmm, leaving your lips.Â
âyou sure? thereâs no like, obligationââ itâs your turn to interrupt ellie.Â
âellie,â you lean down. âiâve wanted to eat you out for as long as iâve known you. thereâs no sense of obligation here,â you whisper, and ellie gapes at you, laughing out of disbelief, but sheâd be lying if she said that didnât make her clit throb.Â
she holds your sides, turning you flat on your back, her knees on either side of you now. âyeah? okay, iâll give you what you want,â she mutters, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, leaving them to the side where yourâs are.Â
âgonna let me sit on your face?â she asks, her nose brushing against yourâs and your throat tightens with anticipation. âiâve never..â
âi know baby, but iâll do all the work, you just listen to me okay?â you nod, mouthing a quiet âokay.â
sheâs left in her wife beater and calvin klein boxers, you feel weak at the sight, trying to take a mental image of it for later. when she rids herself of her boxers, you swallow hard, eyes landing over her pussy. itâs so pretty. you think adoringly when she levels herself above your mouth.Â
she rubs her clit in front of you, and you moan just under your breath.Â
she grabs your wrists, holding them back over your head when she lowers herself down onto you. your tongue is quick to find her clit, and she gasps an oh shit, her forehead resting at the back window of her truck, starting to grind her hips down onto your tongue.Â
itâs been awhile since ellieâs done this, and she forgot how intense it feels, the source of pleasure directly pointed into her cunt radiates into her entire body, and she tries to steady herself, tries to not immediately fuck your face.Â
your nose rubs side to side over her clit and she groans, back arching and hips swiveling down into your mouth.Â
âshit,â she winces, forcing her eyes to open and look at you, taking her cunt so well, eating her like sheâs the most important thing youâve ever had to taste.Â
which she is in your book. nothing could be more important than ellieâs cunt on your tongue.Â
âyou look good like this,â she comments through a breathless laugh, rolling her hips down onto your tongue, shuddering when you curl the tip of it right over her clit.Â
âyouâre fucking good at this,â she whines, and your clit throbs at the sound, moaning into her with contentment. you understand now why ellie couldnât pull herself from your cunt.Â
now that sheâs on your face, you never want to let her get off.Â
âso good for me, so fucking good,â she pants, her hand falling back when she releases your wrists, gripping onto the sheet under her.Â
your hands wander all over her sides, finding themselves under her wife beater, squeezing at her chest. you pinch at her pebbled nipples, feeling cocky yourself now when she whimpers, buckling further into your mouth.Â
you settle on her hips, your arms holding her thighs down to have more of her. you drink her in, tongue licking her up, and down, swirling over her clit like clockwork.Â
âfuck, suck on it, yeah, just like that,â she falls forward, arm leaning against the back of her truck while she fucks herself on your tongue, starting to feel herself grow sporadic when your lips envelope her clit, flickering over the sensitive button over and over.Â
âgonna cum, gonna, shit!â her thighs tremble on either side of your head, but you keep her still, supporting her with a firm hold on her thighs, tongue never relenting in her. she gasps, shaking while she lets you milk her dry of her orgasm.Â
it prickles into a hot pain mixed with the best feeling sheâs ever felt, but itâs more she can take, and she struggles to clamber off of you, falling on her ass beside you.Â
she grabs you, pulling you on top of her, holding you by the back of your head, her other hand resting low on your back when she kisses you hard. she breathes in your air, tongue colliding and you moan in unison when you taste each other.Â
when she pulls away, your foreheads stay together, sharing quiet gasps. âvirgin my ass,â she chuckles and your face gets hot, burying it in her neck. she lets you drift to the side of her, she keeps you close, running her hand up and down your back, your bare chest concealed by hiding it into her side.
âi guess nowâs as good as any time to confess that iâve liked you for longer than iâd like to admit.â you mumble, somehow still feeling shy after all thatâs happened.Â
she smiles, her chin pointing towards the top of your head when she shifts to look at you.
âi was hoping you did. i didnât wanna just assume you liked girls and get my feelings hurt, so i just⊠never did anything about it.â she admits, and you punch her shoulder playfully, your heart pounding in your throat at her confessions.Â
âellie! you should have said something, i was pining after you thinking i never had a chance!â and she cups your face, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. âthatâs exactly how i felt,â she chuckles and you grumble, leaning deeper into her.Â
âi wish you said something,â you repeat quietly, and she sighs, nodding.Â
âdo you wanna be my girlfriend?â she asks softly, and you beam at her, slipping an arm under herâs, hugging her tight. âof course i do,â you reply, words under the same blanketed softness. she holds your chin, leaning down to kiss you with a newfound delicateness.Â
âgood, because i wouldâve kept asking until you said yes.â she jokes and you laugh, shaking your head. âiâd never say no to you.âÂ
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