awkward1whore

[awkward1whore]

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you

tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k

they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.

it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.

tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).

caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.

"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.

"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."

"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."

this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.

"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.

"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."

vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"

caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.

then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.

oh, god. this is better than porn.

"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.

caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.

plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.

"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."

what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.

"is this your first time?”

"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”

oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.

“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.

"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.

caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.

"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).

"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.

caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.

vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.

"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.

you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.

"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"

you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.

you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“careful with her, baby.”

“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.

you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt. it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.

"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.

"you want to try?"

"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.

"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."

and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.

“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.

“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.

“god, please.”

[awkward1whore]

Eating vi out like she was doing to Cait in the sex scene 😍

BUT CONSIDER. having to tie her up/restrain her to get her to take it like she's supposed to MHM.

very 18+, mdni pls

"just humor me, okay? i know you can get out of these any time you want but --"

vi groans, tugging against the bright pink, padded handcuffs snapped around her wrists, clanking against the metal rungs of the headboard, her neck and cheeks flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat already shimmering over her skin.

you lick your lips, letting your eyes flicker over the sight of her -- nearly naked, with her boxers tugged halfway down her thighs, her cunt shining with slick in the dim half-light of the bedroom.

"fuck -- fine -- just --" she bite her lips, hips kicking up as you bend down to place a kiss to her hipbone, "d-don't tease --"

you hum as you trail your lips along her thighs, nipping at the skin there, grinning as her muscles flex and relax each time, her hips jerking up as you get closer and closer --

"tease?" you drag the word out over your tongue, shimmying yourself down to settle between her legs, "you mean... like you do? all the time?"

vi whines, high and loud at the back of her throat as you lean forward and puff out a hot breath against her clit. her wrists tug against the handcuffs again, making them clank loudly against the thin metal bars of your headrest, the entire bed inching forward slightly.

"i swear, if you break my bed --"

"then you'll know it's your fault -- oh fuck --!" vi hisses, head tossing back as you drop your mouth to her cunt and lick a long strip along her slit, flicking the tip of your tongue over her puffy clit, your eyes dark as you watch her writhe.

"mm, yeah?" you flash her a sharp, lopsided smirk before burying your face between her thighs, sinking your tongue into her silken folds. you moan around the taste of her, mouthing at her even as she clamps her thighs around your head, her legs shaking around you.

"fuck fuck fuck -- mm-ngh --!" she lets out an incoherent string of curses as you inch your hand up and push two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out in tandem with your tongue. you feel her fingers fist in your hair, the sting of it making your own pussy ache, and you squeeze your thighs around the dull twinge of want, redoubling your efforts as you slowly tongue-fuck vi into oblivion.

it's not till you work her up to an orgasm, her having to physically jerk you off her twitching clit, her pussy pulsing around your fingers that you frown.

"when'd you get out of those?" you ask, motioning towards the handcuffs hanging against your headboard, completely devoid of her wrists.

vi's chest is heaving, her eyes unfocused as she blinks up at you, frowning slightly, the fucked out look on her face soothing your mild irritation.

"huh? oh. dunno -- must've -- must've slipped or something --" she shrugs, tugging you up for a sloppy kiss, moaning into your mouth at the taste of her own juices on your tongue.

"violet..." you say, pouting as she pulls back.

she sighs, slumping back, "princess, when you've lived in the lanes as long as i have, gettin' outta handcuffs is like second nature. but next time, i'll -- i'll try to keep them on if it'll make you happy, yeah?"

you grin, an eyebrow twitching.

"next time?"

vi stares at you for a full three seconds before groaning, tossing an arm over her eyes.

"w-whatever. it's -- just forget it."

you giggle, tucking yourself into her side even as she shimmies her boxers back, looping an arm around your waist to cuddle you closer.

"so you liked it after all, huh?"

vi sighs, "gee. what gave it away? the insane orgasm i just experienced or...?"

you smile and give her a sweet kiss, "or... maybe i'll just get better handcuffs next time."

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heyy do you have any good porn recs?? finding it so hard to find good lesbian porn that doesn't have like. A Man as the viewer x

hihi these are typically the videos i watch!! some have strap so sorry if you don’t like that!!

video 1

video 2

video 3

video 4

video 5

video 6

video 7

men and minors dni

[awkward1whore]

secret fwb!ellie situationship? hmmm.... MDNI!!!

click THIS first

thinking about you and fwb!ellie attending a party, trying to be as discreet as possible around your friends as none of them know you have been hooking up. you're wandering around, chatting with different people while ellie is sitting outside, nursing a cold beer and conversing with jesse and some of his friends. the curve of her jean-clad legs and grip of the beer can has captured your eye and you try not to look too eager going up to her. much to your dismay, the only seat available for you was in fact - ellie's lap. sitting on her thighs would make it ten times harder for you to hide your secret situationship, but ellie gives you a sweet look and pulls you down anyway.

"it's fine, nobody's lookin'." she whispers in your ear through a smile and you return one back. the short length of your skirt hasn't been a problem the whole night, but while trying to find a comfortable position to pull it down, you wiggle around and feel something hard poking your thigh. the auburn girl bucks her hips up, just a little, just enough for you to get the hint of what that was. she can't be actually wearing it, right? she shifts again, the mound in her crotch aligning right with your core and you flinch, gripping her arm to try and stop her. "ellie? what's that?" you ask in a whisper as if you don't already know and she gives you a 'really?' look, like saying 'don't play stupid, you know what it is.'

and she's really cruel with it. teasing you right then and there, her hands gripping your hips and her chin on your shoulder acting all innocent like she hasn't been heating you up the whole night. like she hasn't been bucking her hips up or pushing you down on her strap every chance she gets. you cough and slap her arm, but she has no intention of stopping soon.

"be good or I'm not fucking you tonight."

full fic maybe? hehe.

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could you maybe write headcanons about ellie’s first time? a few headcanons about ellie’s first time with like receiving or giving strap, first time eating 🐱, first time receiving head, or like first time tribbing/scissoring?? If you feel like it!! you’re writing is like actually perfect

hi!!! of course i can, hope you enjoy my love. (also thank you for the compliment on my writing, ily)

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STRAP:

giving: i feel like ellie was definitely a little awkward for the first time with everything. the first time strapping someone down she definitely struggled with finding that perfect rhythm but once she finally got it i can imagine her giving herself a pat on the back. she'd have to be guided by the person she was giving it to, like how to multitask with the strap and rubbing their clit. but best believe that ellie delivers.🫡

receiving: the first time she was on the receiving end of the strap she was probably acting all cocky. but the second that thing went in her she was a whimpering mess. the only reason she was on the receiving end in the first place was because she'd told her current partner she's never done it before. so of course they offered to do it for her.

EATING OUT:

giving: the first time she ate anyone out... good lord. that girl went absolutely crazy. she'd be hesitant at first, testing out things to see what her partner liked. but once she got some good feedback on certain things she'd keep doing it. she'd also be the type to hold onto your thigh with one hand and hold the other person's hand at the same time. let's just say that girl has a skilled tongue (and hands.)

receiving: i can imagine her being all shy about someone having their head down there. she would probably act all tough because she's usually the one giving it rather than getting it. ellie's the type of girl who's probably insecure about the way she smells or tastes, no matter how much you reassure her that both are just fine.

TRIBBING:

ellie (at least in my opinion) would love scissoring with her partner more than the other ways to be intimate. she likes skin-on-skin, and the feeling of her partners heat on her own... she'd be in heaven.

EXTRA:

you didn't ask for this, but i'm giving it to you anyways. but i can also imagine ellie being into thigh riding or bulge riding. she'd probably love seeing her girlfriend get themself off on her thigh or her lap because it just turns her on so much when she's used like that.

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anyways, if i think of anything else i'll continue to edit this, but that's it for now! 💕

[awkward1whore]

thinking about gamer!Ellie who makes u ride her controller !! 😇

pairings: gamer!ellie x needy!reader.

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“yahh, common baby, jusssttt like that.”

she’s sat at the edge of bed watching you desperately grind on the handle of her controller. she has some stupid game running in the background. sending vibrations to the controller, and into your cunt. you slot the controller up and down your weeping pussy, collecting the slick that coated your glossy folds. you look up at Ellie through your eyelashes. giving her doe eyes. she rolls her eyes mumbling some degrading shit under her breath. ‘fuckin’ pathetic’.

‘please els, touch me? please?’

you’re mind fogs up watching your girlfriend lean on her knees. elbows on her knees, legs spread as she looks down at you so pathetic. she scoffs, amused at the idea you even think you deserve her touch.

‘no baby I don’t think so, you were so distracting while i was playing today. flashing your pretty pussy while I was in the middle of a match? Nu uh. you can get yourself off.’

a/n: I love writing quick dabbles it so fun. SEND ME REQUESTS RIGJT MEOW !!

[awkward1whore]

Re reading my fav

Garden of Secrets [8] - Begonias

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback and support my loves!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Impatience can be dangerous. 

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 4200

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The following week after that conversation at the rooftop was actual torment for you.

You had tried everything to divert your attention elsewhere, but for the first time in your life, nothing seemed to work. Even while tending to your garden, that night refused to leave your mind, as if your mind had sworn to make you remember it over and over again.

If your sister were here she would’ve said you were heartbroken, but even the thought was absurd.

You weren’t the type of person who got heartbroken.

Keep reading

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what about jealousy the other way around? like Fox getting close to someone they're working a case with (kinda like the roach episode) I love your fics by the way!!!!

Thank you so much for sending this through!!!! I went a different way with it but I hope you like it my love <3 <3 <3

I wrote this really quickly so it is def not 100% but pls allow it - it was fun to write. Reader and Mulder are in an established relationship in this fic!

If you have a fic idea, or hc, or Fox thoughts (or thots) pls send them through!!

Fox’s new case has introduced you to a new colleague, a woman who you’ve watched from afar before, Agent Brenda Wilson. There’s something about her you are unsure of, call it intuition or call it your ability to overthink most things in your life. Around the building, day to day, you never really see her. You don’t say hi if you do, you don’t know her and she doesn’t know you. You’re sure she’s never noticed you and you hope that she never does. That is, until, Scully gets assigned to a case that takes her away and Agent Wilson has to step in for additional support for the X Files. Mulder is trying to keep on Skinner’s good side so despite being certain that he does not need a glorified babysitter; he stays quiet about Wilson's brief transfer to the basement.

Each day this week when you’ve gone down to drop off his post-lunch coffee, she’s been there, perched on his desk. She eyes you as soon as you enter the artificially lit room and you feel tiny. It's as if she's a predator and your prey, innocently meandering into the Lion's den with a Starbucks for you and your boyfriend. You try and swallow down whatever disgusting jealous feeling is rising in your throat as you slide his coffee across the desk to him.

Apart from stilted greetings, she never really speaks to you but she must know about you and Fox; that’s what you reason. There’s nothing malicious happening, especially on the side of Fox, who has told you at length how there is no one else for him but you.

“You know, Agent” she maintains her eye contact with you for longer than she ever has, “I’m starting to feel a bit left out! You never bring a coffee down for me. I have to watch this guy drink his coffee and there’s nothing for me.” Her giggle fills the room which is otherwise full of awkward energy.

“This guy,” she reaches her hand across the desk to touch Fox’s clenched fist, “always offers to go and get me one in the morning. Isn’t he a sweetheart?”. You swear you see the dark glint cross her eyes, you swear you see her eyebrow cock slightly and you swear; you see red.

“Actually, I just came to steal this sweetheart from you for 2 minutes. Fox- I need to speak to you outside” You chirp, trying to stop yourself from physically shaking from pure anger and adrenaline. Fox knows the smile plastered across your face is fake, he has to bite his cheek from the inside to stop himself outwardly laughing. He nods politely at Wilson as he walks over to you, just before you both leave her sight; you interlink his hand with yours.

“Kiss me”

Before he gets chance to speak, you push your lips against his and your tongue runs against his lower lip. He opens his mouth languidly as your noses bump against each other. Your hands slide down his back as his move up to your face to hold it. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, you feel hazy from the touch of his lips, the taste of his tongue, and the feel of his strong hands holding your hips. As he pulls away, you move to press tender kisses to his neck; he stifles a moan at the contact. 

“You better not be jealous of her”. You feel his nails begin to dig into your hips, “she’s nothing compared to you.” He brings his face close to yours, a quick peck to your lips, and smiles as he takes in your dazed eyes. He loves kissing you, it's as if you get drunk off the feeling of his lips and he always wants more.

“I’ll show you tonight, okay?” You nod as you listen to him, attempting to wipe your gloss off his lips with your fingers, “I think I need to remind you how much I love you.” He holds your hand as he presses your fingers to his lips, “I’ll spend all night proving it if I have to”.

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Note to self: sometimes objectification is okay. I printed this photo and hung it in my writing nook, oh, say, almost 20 years ago. My then-husband would walk by and shake his head every time he saw it. But he always reaped the benefits of my intense study of this baby. Hey, sometimes writing TXF smut required inspiration. I had no regrets back then. I still have none. You’re welcome.

[awkward1whore]

please...🎀 (softdom!ellie)

warnings: oral, dildos, porn w/o plot, fem!reader, softdom!ellie, praise, edging, begging, pet names, swearing,

a/n: wanted to post but didn't have any ideas, if you have any drop them <33

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she tried to be nice about it, really, she did, soothing and praising you every second. you were honestly so lucky, but it didn't change your shaking legs and hot tears rolling down your face every time she pulled that 9 inch bright purple dildo out of you right when you were about to finish.

she just knew you too well.

"i know angel, but you're gonna feel so good soon" she whispers in your ear as she moves back down your body again, just to kiss and nip at your clit as that dildo eased in and out of your cunt.

"els, please," you plead, pleading her like a sinner at confession to let you cum, to feel that orgasm rip right through you. as your high started up again, building up, you thought that this is the one, the second your body started it's orgasm, before she'd just pull out before it started. but, you were wrong, she pulled out and your orgasm halted.

you cry out, closing your legs and burying your face in the floral pillows of your bed. "hey. hey, listen to me baby" she hushes, stroking your hair which was in now messy braids, tied at the end with two pink bows. "you gotta trust me baby, ok?" she coos. "I jus' wanna cum el.." you sniffle, visibly upset at the multiple times you've been denied an orgasm, you weren't having fun any more. "i know baby, you're gonna, promise" ellie pushed back some of you hair and placed a soft kiss next to your eye.

she kept you on your back, legs spread wide open as she reentered the dildo, easing the thick plastic that had stretched you out before. "please els..i'll be so good if you let me cum" you bargain. you'd practically sell your soul just to finish.

"you're always good baby, always such a good girl, and such a good pussy" she mumbles, watching your core clench around the toy, sucking it back in. "greedy pussy" she huffed, beginning to thrust the dildo in and out at a medium pace.

her strokes were longer and hard, but they had speed to it. the pleasure was running through your veins, like an IV, loud chants and crys of pleasure leaving your mouth. "el..ellie, ellie, ellie! oh my god!" you gasp, pushing your hips up in the air. "good girl, such a good girl, taking my cock so good" she praises you endlessly.

"please els, please let me cum, let me finish, let me show you how good you make me feel, please els!" you plead her, on the verge of tears if she doesn't give into those sweet whimpers and high pitched moans of yours.

her pace gets brutal, only making you chant her name. "els, els ohmyfuckfuck, fuck i'm cumming els, fuckfuck!" you chant, moaning so loudly it echoed through your pink walls.

"cum for me angel"

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Cute

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Yupppp

[awkward1whore]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55407703?view_adult=true

Did I already do this one… maybe it’s too good