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OMG!!!! Incredible

Principles Daughter.

Ellie x Fem Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut..bathroom fun.

Ellie and Reader are of age!.

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. u muttered to urself. patiently waiting on ur dad in his office.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙. 𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

But today he was taking 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. You also had to use the bathroom. 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 trying to hold it in but u couldn’t. u cursed to urself. throwing ur backpack to the ground u rushed to the nearest bathroom.

Not paying any mind. u quickly pulled ur skirt down. feeling of relief washing over u. “𝙖𝙝𝙝..“

u quickly got urself together. fixing ur skirt until u heard a loud cough. “𝙪𝙜𝙝--𝙨𝙝𝙞” u heard them say.

𝙃𝙢𝙢. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮.

U tensed. opening ur stall to see a certain short haired girl lighting up. 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. “ellie?..” u spoke. watching as her eyebrows furrowed at ur figure. she smirked.

“(y/n)..ur not gonna snitch on me to ur daddy are u?” she laughed. u tensed.

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮. 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙪.

u walked over to the sink. “hmm-I’m surprised u haven’t dropped out yet..you know since your always ba||s deep in whatever substances u get ur hands on.” u turned. hearing her scoff.

“𝙃𝙢𝙥𝙝—funny..wanna hit it?” u pushed her hand away as she held it up to u. “no ellie..”

“I don’t smoke m’not allowed” she took a look at you. 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.

“oh..I forgot ur a 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. little miss perfect doesn’t do anything 𝙗𝙖𝙙”. u blushed at the nickname.

“𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 “

Ignoring her looks you hum. “Hmh..” u say. it’s barely a response but she kinda had u 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. To be honest u missed ellie. but things 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 and u couldn’t be around her anymore.

Just every time u used to be around her u would get this 𝙖𝙘𝙝��. this really fuzzy feeling in places they shouldn’t be.

And you couldn’t take anymore. distancing urself away from her. pretending u didn’t see her in the hallways. leaving her alone during lunch. Just avoiding her straight up.

But here u were in the bathroom. face to face with her 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

Fixing ur hair in the mirror. while ellie was gazing all over 𝙮𝙤𝙪. Her 𝙗|𝙪𝙣𝙩 still lit between her fingers. it was fairly quiet now. the mid sounds of wind outside.

You cocked ur head to the side. catching ellie’s gaze. she swiftly looked down at her 𝙗|𝙪𝙣𝙩 circling it with her fingers. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

“𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝—well I have to go but..maybe I should tell my daddy what your doing in here hm?..” you teased. inching ur way back.

“𝙊𝙝..𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚-“ u felt as ellie’s hands grabbed u. pushing u towards the wall. u gasped. her movements catching u off guard. “el-𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚!” u closed ur eyes out of nervousness.

Ellie’s hand traveled from ur arms down to ur waist. pushing ur shirt up by her hands just a little. opening ur eyes ur met with ellie’s face 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 to urs.

Ur legs slowly rubbing together. “ellie..” u sighed. she didn’t speak for a couple seconds. it was like she was 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 by ur face.

She spoke. Her words making u tense up.

“Why’d u cut me off?..” she asked. u gazed seeing her brows furrowing together. wetting her lips. as she waited for ur answer.

“i..i don’t know.” u muttered quietly. U knew. But how were u supposed to tell her she made u all 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 anytime she did anything. 𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝.

she made direct eye contact with u. staring deep into u. “that’s a lie” she spoke. her hands squeezing ur waist ever so 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮. “tell me please” she begged. wetting her lips 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮.

u sighed. “I just—𝙢𝙢𝙢..u make me feel a way t-𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 I shouldn’t feel about you.” “you give me this..this 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚 where no ache should be ellie.” breathing heavily u glared at her. being met with a pale faced ellie.

“what?..” u asked.

She was just staring at you.

“where does it ache (y/n)..” she whispered. her warm breath fanning across ur face. u grabbed her hand bringing it under ur skirt. “righ-𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚—𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝” u whined as she rubbed her hand on ur pink panties. pulling ur skirt up to 𝙖𝙙𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩.

“(y/n)..why didn’t u tell me sooner?..” she muttered. leaning into ur neck. “I—𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬” u gasped as ellie’s lips left warm kisses on u.

her hand inside ur skirt never slowing. instead speeding up. “ughhh-el..” u gripped her wrist. “it’s aching so bad down thereee-𝙢’𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙤..”

“can I take ur panties off?..” she slurs into ur ear. “please.” u beg. ur big doe eyes making her 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚. “god baby..” she muttered. she bent down pulling ur fabric off slowly. as she neared ur shoes she snapped them off.

“ellie!!” u whined loudly. watching as she brought them to her nose breathing in ur scent.

she brought them down. splaying her fingers over the wet spot on them. “who new the Deen’s little innocent daughter could be this wet huh..” she growled. keeping her focus on ur panties before shoving them in her back pocket.

U stilled against the wall. realizing u were bare under ur skirt. u rubbed ur thighs together. “el..” u can’t help but whine. squeezing ur thighs even 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 closer. “can I taste you?..” she proudly asks. holding ur skirt between her hands. bunching it up to ur waist.

“I’ve never..” you whine embarrassed. “that’s dirty els..I don’t know..” ur cheeks blushed red.

“It’s not dirty baby..just trust me-“ “u want the ache to go away right?..” u nodded swiftly.

She chuckled. “then let me take it away.”

𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

“oh—𝙤𝙝 𝙚𝙡𝙨..ellie m’goddd..” u moan loudly. feelings ellie’s tongue slide against ur folds. one of her hands gripping the back of ur thigh. while her other one rubs at ur c|it.

u can faintly hear her whispering sweet nothings into ur wetness.

“𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚..“ “𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙜𝙝..“

“𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨?..“ “𝙘𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙..𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡“

“mmm..el-𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝“ u grabbed her hair pulling her more into ur wetness.

Ellie is sloppy. desperately burying her face inside u. lapping at ur c|it. ur moans get louder as she kisses and sucks. u start tensing around her. ur breaths getting heavy as u feel like letting something out.

“ellie-𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙝..I feel something comingg” u clenched. teeth biting into ur lip. ellie’s motions never stopping. u grind into her.

“oh myy…𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝—𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝 𝙚𝙡!!” u whimper. letting urself go. u hear her sweet little praises as she guides u through it.

“𝙮𝙚𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮..“ “𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙢“𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚..“

u slowly come down. noticing ellie standing reaching for ur face. “oh el-“ u tried. getting cut off from ellie’s lips clinging onto urs. “𝙢𝙢𝙢“ u whine. hand grazing her wrist. her tongue prods into ur mouth tasting urs.

ur a low moaning mess. making noisy sounds.

“𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙝𝙢..“ “𝙖𝙝𝙝“ “𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙢..“

ellie suddenly pulled away. u bit back ur expression. wanting her lips back on urs. “god (y/n) ur loud..” she muttered gripping ur face. “m’sorry ellie u jus..kiss m’so good..” u whined.

“no-𝙣𝙤 𝙣𝙤 𝙣𝙤” she leaned in towards u.

“It’s not that..I love ur sounds it’s just-ur noises make me wanna 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬.“

U whimpered. feeling Ellie’s hand go back under ur skirt. rubbing at ur folds.

“mm..𝙚𝙡-“ u silenced. hearing heavy footsteps coming y’all’s way. “𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝..” u gasped. feeling ellie pull u into a stall sliding her fingers right inside you.

𝙐𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣.

“el..𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙝𝙝..“ u muttered. feeling ellie’s fingers rub through ur folds. mixing ur juices together. hearing the door swing open. ellie swiftly angled u to where y’all couldn’t be seen.

“(y/n) baby are u in here?” u hear ur dad say. 𝙤𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙.

u gasped out. ellie’s fingers rubbing slow circles into u. she leaned in. “tell him to give u a minute” u whined. reaching for her wrist as her attack on ur privates went faster. “gimme a—𝙢𝙢𝙢- a minute daddy..” u groaned out. talking as normal as u could.

“Okay…I’ll be in the car hurry up” he left. giving u no time to answer. hearing the door shut. ellie whispered. “ur such a dirty girl..getting touched while your daddy’s waiting f’u..” she slurred.

“el—𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 we’re not sup-𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 to be doing this!” sighing out. realization dawning on u.

“Just..take it.” she teased. rubbing u quicker. getting u closer. u felt that feeling again. “ohhh..el it’s ha-𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 againnnn” your knees buckled. ellie ran her hand down ur waist keeping u up. “atta girl baby.”

“cmon let it go..” she taunted. u squeezed ur eyes shut. toes curling in ur shoes. ur eyebrows furrowed. “𝙢𝙢𝙢—𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙮 -𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝“ u cried out heavily. thankful ur dad was no longer in the building. 𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚.

“yea good girl..s’good girl f’me..” she muttered. rubbing at ur waist as she pulled out of u. u sighed missing that full feeling.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩.

u hurriedly opened the stall. going to the mirror to fix urself. 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙.

“ellie..we jus..” u glanced at her through the mirror. “we can’t do this again..it’s-𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.“ u spoke. 𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙.

seeing ellie’s face fall slightly. “yea sure..” she uttered. moving back towards the door.

u turned. “wait ellie..” she spun quickly. “yea?”

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧.

“do u maybe wanna come over and study with me?..you know since w-𝙬𝙚 have that big exam coming up..ur a little dumb so I-𝙄 might as well help u out you know..” u dropped ur head. messing with skirt. hearing her chuckle. u glanced up.

watching her stride towards you. thumb grazing over ur lips. “ur cute.. does 9 sound good?..” u blushed. cocking ur head to the side.

“mmm that’s a little past my bedtime..” u nervously spoke. “oh..” “yea..but maybe I can try to sneak u through my window?” u beamed. giving her a small smile.

“u naughty girl..u better.” she spoke. leaning in until u heard a 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙠.

u didn’t realize how close u and ellie were until u looked at her. breaths heavy against each other. “I should..” “yea yea.” u moved closer pecking ellie’s cheek. “see u friday?” u asked hurrying to the door.

𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙪.

“yea for sure..” she smiled. u gave her one last look before scurrying to grab ur backpack. rushing outside.

“sorry daddy..” u groaned as u got in his truck. he glared at you. “babygirl what took you so long?” “m’sorry dad my stomach was..I ate to much”

He laughed. watching as u leaned ur head back. as he reversed out of the parking lot u looked to ur right. noticing a special someone. 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 getting on her skateboard riding down the road to her house.

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚.

u were cheesing hard. turning towards the window watching ellie skate away.

𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙧��𝙙𝙖𝙮.

part 2?? oh I’m so fr this time🙏🏼🙏🏼

pics @angel-gbc.

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beachatsunset · 2 years ago

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pretty little things

abby anderson x reader x ellie williams

cw : modern!au , hockey!abby , dealer!ellie , ditzy/girly!reader, mentions of drug use, polyamory, threesome, degradation, praise, use kink, dumbification, mind breaking, subspace, oral (f!receiving), slight mean!dom energy, other things ? maybe ? NSFR

wc : 5.1K

a / n : kinda went a little crazy with this one. my bad ! if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, SQUINT

“Hi, Ellie.” You smiled, holding your skates close to your chest as you leaned against her door frame. You were no stranger to the girl, a long-time customer, but also a close friend. Those words didn’t quite equate to the situationship you found yourself in, considering that you were already taken by the captain of the hockey team, not that she minded.

The brunette bit back a smile, turning her key in the lock before pushing the door open, turning on her heel to look at you. “What did I tell you about pretty girl discounts? Bad for business.” She teased, waving you in with a playful eye roll, her words were empty- seeing as she found herself rarely charging you. “Usual?”

You practically skipped into her room, bubbling with excitement as you placed yourself onto her futon. “Actually, I'm not here to buy-,” You paused, recanting the statement before continuing. “Not yet at least.” You come here with a mission in mind, well, more so a request.

“What’s going on with you, doll?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as she pressed the door closed, dragging her conversed feet on the carpet as she came to sit in the chair adjacent to you. Her hair was tossed into a messy half-up half-down bun, making strands fall and frame her face as she leaned forward to assess the situation further, hands rubbing on the rough material of her jeans. “Is it Abby? Is she not cool with this anymore?”

It was something she’d come to fear, seeing as most girlfriends wouldn't be so willing to let their girl get with someone else, though the past few months had flown by issue free- Abby joining the two of you on outings when she was able to. Given the history they had with each other, it was tense but bearable, Ellie finding ways to push down her attraction to the burly blonde- though secretly hoping that she’d make another move. But, she never batted so much as an eyelash to the triangle you three had going on, it terrified Ellie at first- thinking that somehow Abby was going to find a way to scare her off campus, seeing as she knew about her dealing. That day never came, which made her suspicious of the way you were acting now.

You placed the skates down on her couch, leaning forward in a way that crinkled the pristine white of your uniform- making it look yellow in the sunlight. “Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” You hummed excitedly, eyes darting down to her lips momentarily before you corrected yourself, moving back up to meet her hazy eyes. “We talked and..” You trailed off, gauging her reaction.

“And? And what?” Ellie huffed, brows knitting together.

You giggled quietly, lowering your voice as if someone could hear you. “She wants to make it official. You, me, her. Together.” You gushed, an excited smile splayed across your blushed lips. It was something you’d been talking to the both of them about forever, knowing the residual feelings they both held for each other after their not-so-secret fling freshman year, so to say you were excited was an understatement. “We’re gonna have dinner at my place tonight, to talk it over some more.” You spoke the last part like an offer, not wanting her to feel obliged to come if she wasn’t ready.

Ellie gulped slightly, her lips parting as she searched for the words to say. It had been so long since she’d even considered the option of being in a polyamorous relationship with the two of you. It crossed her mind, of course, seeing as you tended to bring it up, but she didn't think it was possible- mainly the fact that she just assumed Abby hated her. It made the most sense in her mind, why wouldn't she hate her? Ellie was the reason she was outed as a lesbian, not that it was completely her fault but ‘let's fuck in the locker room and hope nobody comes in’ definitely had something to do with it. That was the end of their fling, the feelings just left to rot away- though in Ellie’s case, they did quite the opposite. They ended up growing into something untameable. “A-are you sure? That’s really unlike her-,” She began, only to be cut off by your hand coming to rest on top of her now sweaty one.

“She asked for this specifically, I didn’t bring it up.” You clarified, watching as her emerald eyes lit up at the statement, though she quickly tried to cover the reaction by looking away. You bit back a smile, squeezing her hand gently. “Please come?”

She nodded, almost too quickly, making herself dizzy as she stood with you. “Okay, yeah, I’ll come.” She spoke, giving your hand a small squeeze, shaking her head slightly as she tried to snap out of the anxious haze she’d dropped into. “Uh, anyways, you said not yet– should I bring a couple tonight? Is Abby,” She paused, words tightening as she said her name. “Uh, still cool with it?” She glanced towards the couch, where your skates rested, before grabbing them and holding them out towards you.

You gave her a smile, nodding as you took tiny back steps towards the door– the sharp beeping of your watch now telling you, you were late. “Yes, please. That would be great, Els.” You hummed, taking them and practically bounding to the door, sliding out before you could let yourself get more distracted. The small squeak of a ‘thank you’ echoed as you disappeared down the hall, leaving the brunette in silence.

What the hell?

The day passed unreasonably fast, Ellie doing everything in her power to slow it down, resorting to working on physics homework– which only made things worse. For once, she actually understood the lesson and suddenly she was left with a stack of finished papers and a dinner date in half an hour. Her anxiety shooting through the roof as she paced her bedroom, a pocket full of weed and throat full of bile– there was no way she saw out of this. As much as she wanted, needed, to believe that Abby really wanted her again– something inside of her was convinced this was still some kind of sick joke, a prank orchestrated in rebuttal to the hell she’d ended up putting the blonde through.

A buzz lit up her phone in the dim light of her room, the message reading ‘Are you on the way? I’m making dinner now. Abby’s gonna be getting here in like ten minutes, her practice ran over.’

Ellie’s heart leapt, pushing her into action, as her feet carried her into the living room– grabbing the nearest jacket and leaving her dorm in a rush of panicked puffs of breath.

‘Yeah, leaving now! See you soon, doll.’ She rushed, heart hammering as her shaky hands fumbled with the lock on her door, finally managing to click it into place before speeding off down the hall. It was a fifteen-minute walk to your place off campus, making her internally kick herself for waiting so long, now having to be the last one arriving– something she knew Abby would notice.

Fifteen minutes, which meant 900 seconds for her to change her mind and turn around.

899..

Your practice had gotten cut short that afternoon, allowing you to go shopping and gather all the necessities for dinner– for that you were thankful, so as you bustled around the kitchen in a pair of shorts and a– painfully small, as your mother would say– baby tee, it was all coming together just as it should’ve. The smell of the cake you’d started baking on a whim filling the entire house with a soft vanilla scent, making you hum in appreciation. It was a welcome distraction, allowing you to focus on something other than the growing anxiety in your tummy as you awaited the arrival of your girls.

As if clockwork, the front door lock snapped out of place and you heard the heavy footsteps of none other than Abby coming down the hallway. “Pretty?” She called out, a bag of sports equipment tucked under her arm. “Man, it smells really good in here.” She commented, turning the corner to halt in the doorway of the kitchen, letting the bag come down onto the floor with an obnoxious ‘thump.’ “Oh wow.”

You turned on your heel, a smile pulling at your plush lips as you beckoned her inside. “How was practice, Bee?” You asked, wiping your hand on the half apron hanging around your waist before reaching out to her– pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Missed you!”

The blonde chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer, resting her head atop yours. She released a tense breath she’d been holding all day, the situation at hand being the reason she’d been made to stay so late at practice. She’d been so in her head, she’d caused the team to fall behind, therefore she opted to stay behind for everyone and pick up– that usually being a team effort, but she took it on in an attempted apology. “Missed you too,” She sighed, strong arms holding you flush to her chest. “Practice was good, long is all.”

You nodded, pressing a tiny kiss to her chest as you pulled away to look up at her. “Are you sure you still wanna do this? We can wait if you’re not ready.” You reminded, taking in the lines of stress pulling at her eyes. “Ellie is practically shitting herself about this, so nobody would be upset.” You chuckled, alluding to the mess of a text you’d received just before Abby arrived– something about being stuck behind some college tour and being sorry for being late– not that you minded, you thought it was cute.

Abby perked up at your words, taking a small gulp as she imagined the girl on her way over. There was nothing else she wanted quite like to call this all off, the idea of actually getting a chance to tell Ellie how she felt sent a wave of nausea over her, it had been so long that she’d begun to fear that the girl had lost the feelings they shared– that was scarier than anything that could’ve come out of tonight. “H-how did she seem?” She asked, words falling upon deaf ears as a knocking echoed down the hall– making her stomach lurch.

“That’s Els!” You giggled, tearing yourself from her grip. “Could you put something on the tv? So you guys won't be bored while I finish up?” You practically skipped down the hallway, slippers almost making you slip as you lost traction, quickly making a move to fix the flyaways that fell from behind your ears before jerking the door open to reveal a slightly damp Ellie. Your mouth fell open, reaching out to pull her inside as you noticed the heavy rain that had begun sometime between Abby’s arrival and Ellie’s.

She quirked a small awkward smile as she shuffled inside, instinctually kicking off her waterlogged converse. “Hey,” She began, glancing around inside for Abby before settling back in on you and the, now, contemplative look on your face.

“C’mon, there is absolutely no way you can stay in those clothes. You are gonna get so sick.” You tutted, practically dragging her from the door and to your bedroom across the hall. If there was one thing you knew about the girl, it was that her immune system reminded you of that of a victorian child– frail and pretty much useless. “You can borrow my clothes, okay?”

Ellie opened her mouth to object but decided against it as a chill entered her spine, not wanting to fall victim to another cold. Yes, the idea of wearing pieces from your– mostly– pink wardrobe was unsettling. But no, she wasn’t about to say that to you– she knew it would hurt your feelings. So she watched as you dug through a basket of folded clothes on your bed, freeing a (thankfully) non-cropped white shirt and a pair of cookie monster printed pajama shorts– pushing them towards her with a triumphant smile.

“These will definitely fit you! So, change and then meet in the living room? Abby’s putting something on to watch.” You hummed, stepping back to the door to give her some privacy. “If you need some new socks, you know where they are.” With that, you backed out, letting the door come to a soft close behind you.

The girl took a small breath, digging the baggy of pre-rolls from her pocket– thankfully double-bagged to account for the weather. “Shit.” She hissed, tossing them down on the plush white of your blankets– the contrast almost enough to make her laugh if she wasn’t so nervous. She shrugged herself out of her shirt, letting it fall to the ground with a moist plop. This was the worst day for this, not only was she late but she was now stuck wearing a pair of your pajamas– she almost threw up at the idea of Abby seeing her like this. Sure, it wasn’t her fault but as she wrestled with her jeans– she could've sworn her subconscious was laughing at her. “How the fuck did this happen.” She spoke into the empty room, sliding into the shorts you’d given her and letting them hang on her hips loosely.

She ducked down to peer into your vanity mirror, exhaling in a short puff before navigating to the door– hand beginning to gain a tremor. This was it. Leaving this room meant accepting whatever fate was awaiting her outside. “Shit, shit, shit.” She whispered as she opened the door, exiting the room and b-lining to the living room.

Abby was mindlessly scrolling through movies you’d saved to her watch list, hair now released from its tormenting braid. “Pretty, are you sure you don't need any help?” She called out, feeling useless as she just sat unmoving before the rapidly flickering screen. “I really don’t mi–,” Her words were cut short as she watched Ellie appear in the doorway. “Hi.”

She froze in her step, giving the blonde an awkward smile. “Hey, Abby.” She said simply, tugging the ends of the shirt down further to account for the lack of coverage on her legs as she glanced around for a place to sit– but only coming up on the cushion beside the burly woman. “Do you mind if i–?” She asked, nodding towards the space next to her.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” Abby responded, scooting over to give her some more space, tearing her eyes from the girls in fear she might see right through the ‘chill girl’ act she was putting on. Her hands came to rest on her lap, the remote almost completely forgotten, wringing her fingers together anxiously. “Nice outfit.” She joked halfheartedly, giving a small nod to the tiny cookie print poking out from under her shirt.

Ellie let a small laugh pull from her lips, the anxiety easing slightly as she found some common ground. “Yeah, thanks. It’s sesame street couture.” She clicked her tongue against her teeth, pulling her legs up to cross under her as she sat down. “Probably should’ve brought an umbrella but, you know.”

The blonde nodded, biting the inside of her cheek before responding. “Or, uh, you could call me.” She offered, glancing over towards the girl for a second– their eyes meeting. “I could pick you up next time.”

She felt her heart clench, a sudden urge to explode entering her stomach. “No, no. That’s okay, I don’t want to bother you.” She could’ve died on the spot, the breaking in her voice betraying her private thoughts, face flushing. This was so stupid, she felt so fucking stupid, here Abby was being the most relaxed person alive and she was stumbling over simple sentences just by being in the girls' vicinity.

“It’s no problem to me, really, just call.” Abby pushed, eyes shifting down to the girl's lips before she corrected herself— snapping back up to meet her eyes. Something inside of her felt familiar, an age-old ache that arose in her chest at the lingering glances and nervous laughter “Ellie, I—,”

“Abby—,”

They both paused, incredulous laughter falling from their lips at the coincidence.

“Sorry, you go first.”

“No, no. I insist.”

Ellie reached over to punch the girl playfully on the shoulder when her wrist was caught in Abby’s hand— the sudden change in her approach sent a lump into her throat. Did she do something wrong? Was she moving too fast? “Oh, I’m sorry,” she began, coughing slightly to dispel the tension that now surrounded them. “I didn’t mean to—,”

Abby couldn’t resist it anymore, using her grip on the girl's wrist to jerk her forward— their lips crashing together in a surprised mess of spit and teeth. She’d gone so long under the anxiety of being around Ellie that she’d begun to forget the longing she had for her. Though, upon seeing her it was like that spark had relit itself— sending an undying hunger into her stomach as she begged for just a single taste of what their love was. “Fuck, sorry.” She huffed, trying to pry herself away from the stunned girl before her.

The brunette watched, bewildered, as Abby inched away from her lips— hands moving up to secure in her black t-shirt. She pulled her back down and onto her lips, muscles relaxing as she finally realized how badly she needed her. This was what she’d been searching for— no amount of girls or parties or weed had ever filled the gaps in her chest like she could. She sunk back against the arm of the couch, hands moving fervently across the solid surface of her chest, lips bruising from the force of the kiss.

You’d finally taken the cake from the oven, its slight golden color making a pleased smile arise on your lips as you replaced the empty oven rack with a small casserole dish containing what was going to be the night's dinner. Your fingers hovered over the dials, lip pulling from between your teeth as you clicked it to 400 degrees, hoping that it could be done in thirty minutes.

The house felt a little too quiet all of a sudden, making your brows knit together as you considered the possibility that Ellie had left. Surely that wasn’t the reason for the silence, you’d have heard the door— right?

You abandoned your post in the kitchen, untying your apron and leaving it on the counter as you stalked into the hall— glancing down towards your bedroom door. It was closed, as it usually was, but it occurred to you that you hadn’t heard Ellie come out. Maybe she got cold feet, you reasoned, tiptoeing down to the room and giving the door a small knock.

Silence.

“Ellie?” Nothing.

You pushed the door open and took in the emptiness of the room, eyes landing on the pile of wet clothes she’d left on your floor before letting a soft breath of relief fall from your mouth. She was still here. You locked in on the baggy of pre-rolls you’d asked her to bring and your face lit up, bouncing over to the bed to pick them up before practically running down into the living room.

You’d not had a second to speak before your eyes widened, landing on the two girls in a messy battle for dominance. The sight sent an ache directly into your cunt, your legs unconsciously squeezing together as you tried to silently back out of the doorway. That was until you tripped over the edge of the carpet and landed— loudly— on the plush chair near the door.

Abby’s head snapped up, her eyes blown with a primal lust as her lips pulled back into a slight smirk. “Little pervert, aren’t you?” She teased, flushed face coming back down to peer at Ellie— who was catching her breath. “We have an audience.”

The brunette pushed herself up on her elbows to look at you, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she smiled. “Let’s not disappoint her then.” She spoke, eyes eating up the slight tremor in your legs as you clenched them together tighter. “Let’s give her what she wants.”

Your face burned bright red, the transparency of your actions making you feel dumb under their gaze. Yet, even as they tore their attention from you— divulging back into their desperate pursuit of each other, you couldn’t stop the ache growing in your stomach. “M’god.” You choked out, quiet enough to avoid drawing their attention off of each other. You could feel the warmth spreading in your panties, fabric sticking to your cunt uncomfortably as you rubbed your legs together.

Abby was right, you must have been a pervert. No normal person would get this turned on at the sight of two girls kissing. They weren’t even doing anything, just kissing— and here you were, shorts beginning to feel damp from how wet you’d managed to get just from the sight. Your hand inched closer to your waistband, unable to shake the overwhelming urge to touch yourself, feeling beyond filthy.

You felt eyes land back on you, your hand stopping just as your fingers broke the waistband and tore your mindless gaze from the flexing of Abby’s arms as they caged Ellie beneath her.

The girl had a devious look in her eyes, giving you a small nod of encouragement as she watched your fingers disappear under the fabric of your shorts— nipples erect under the exposing t-shirt, it was like you were made to be seen. “Fuck, she’s so pretty.” Ellie panted, scooting up to a sitting position, Abby’s knee putting delicious friction on her cunt as she shifted. “Look at her, Abby.”

Abby’s eyes lifted to take you in, a familiar flush in your cheeks as your fingers came into contact with your slick. “She gets wet so fast, bet she’s soaked.” She stated, fingers tensing in the upholstery of the couch. If it was up to her, she’d have you wedged between the two of them already, but it wasn’t just up to her anymore. It was up to them.

“You like seeing us together, silly girl?” Ellie asked, her hands coming to cup Abby’s chest, using her two fingers to roll her hardened nipples.

The blonde hissed, a broken moan slipping from her mouth as she broke her gaze from you and redirected it to Ellie. There was a moment of silent communication, a couple beats passing before Abby spoke. “Come here, pretty.”

You whimpered slightly, fingers slipping from your shorts as you scrambled to get back onto your feet. When Abby spoke, you listened. “Y-yes?” You said quietly, bright eyes glazed over with lust as you tried to soothe the pulsing in your stomach.

Ellie leaned back, opening up the middle seat to you, her body trapping you on one side— Abby’s trapping you on the other until you were flush against both of them. “How would you like,” she began, pushing your hair back from your neck— dipping down to press a couple opened mouth kisses to the burning flesh. “— to have us both, right now?”

Your eyes widened, your mouth opening and closing without a sound coming out. There was something so dizzying about the situation, making your mind leave your body as you glanced between the two of them.

“C’mon, pretty baby, gotta use your words.” Abby’s hand snaked between your legs, cupping the soaked crotch of your thin shorts, a sinful groan escaping her lips. “Just say it and you won’t have to think anymore, promise. We’ll take care of you.”

The feeling sent a pang of desperation into your cunt, causing you to nod fervently. “Yes, pleasepleaseplease.” You gushed, hands coming to ravel in Abby’s stretched t-shirt, mind swimming as she dipped down to catch your lips in a kiss.

You felt hands everywhere. Having the two of them touching you in sync was like winning some type of sexual lottery— feeling their hot touches burn into your skin. You shouldn’t have been so easy, so messy, for them and you knew that very well, but you couldn’t help the mindset that seeped in with the slightest glimpse of their dominance. It was a drug.

Ellie’s hand dipped under the hem of your shorts, and then your panties, before coming to drag two fingers over your swollen clit. She pulled her lip in between her teeth, stopping disgustingly pornographic noises from leaving her mouth as she felt her hand get coated in your arousal. “Good fucking god,” She scoffed, letting her fingers begin to massage the puffed ball of nerves. “You could be a pornstar, doll.”

Your hips bucked into her fingers, craving more of what she was dishing out. A small gasp caused you to break your kiss with Abby, the noise eliciting from the girl behind you stuffing two fingers into your cunt. Your walls contracted around her at the sudden intrusion, slick dripping down her palm as she drove her fingers in and out of your drooling cunt. “Oh, god, Els.” You whined, letting your face fall flush with Abby’s chest.

The blonde paused for a moment before a wicked idea came into mind, her body peeling itself from yours as she stood up by the couch— unbuttoning her jeans. Her fingers moved quickly, discarding them by the coffee table before winding her fingers in your free-flowing hair and pushing you down onto your hands. “Such a dumb girl,” she tsked, settling onto the couch in front of you with her legs propped open, fingers dragging down to pull her soaked panties to the side. “You think you can make me cum, pretty?”

You nodded quickly, chest heaving as you crumpled under the pressure of Ellie’s fingers in your pulsing hole. “C-can. I can.” You shuddered, feeling the girl's fingers curl into your g-spot. The sight of the girl in front of you was enough to make your mouth water, her fingers now spreading the sticky folds for you.

“Show me.”

Ellie could’ve cum herself from the sight. Your back was arched in a way she’d only ever seen in porn, mouth now latched onto Abby’s weeping cunt as you struggled to eat her out through your whiny moans. It was like a wet dream she’d conjured up had actually panned out, the sudden realization that it was real making her clench around nothing. “Fucking hell.” She groaned, grabbing your free hand to force down her own boxers— your curious fingers coming to press into her clit. “Goddamn it, gentle, stupid.” She hissed, her words coming out harsher than she intended— but considering the way you clenched around her fingers, she took it as a good sign. “You like that? Want me to be mean to you?”

Abby’s eyes rolled back at the desperate licks reverberating with moans, the sensation going directly to her clit. Her hands wound in your hair, hips grinding down onto your mouth. “Yeah, she fucking like that.” She choked out, legs trembling. “Stupid girl likes to be bullied, gets her wet.”

You were seeing stars, the combination of Abby’s arousal on your tongue and Ellie’s fingers in your cunt were enough to overstimulate you into an empty space of submission. You struggled to keep up on Ellie’s clit, faltering with every hard thrust of her fingers, though you kept being snapped back into pace with the buck of her hips against your hand— allowing yourself to be used by them for their pleasure.

“Just like that, doll.” Ellie rasped, guiding your fingers into her own cunt, practically riding them with how hard her hips were jerking.

You dipped your tongue into Abby’s slit, using your nose to nudge her clit, feeling her thighs tense around your head. It was her telltale sign that she was close, hips jerking up to grind against your face.

A sharp moan rolled off of her lips as she squeezed her thighs together, trapping you in her cunt as she came, her cum coating your mouth and chin.

Ellie ground down against your digits, feeling the band rising in her stomach, chasing the climax she so desperately needed— her slim fingers driving in and out of your cunt despite the floaty feeling filling her head as she grew closer to orgasm. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She groaned, her head falling back as she fucked herself on your fingers, cunt pulsing.

You felt Abby’s legs relax, her flushed face coming into view as she panted— eyes cast down to take in the sight of you. “Good girl,” she praised, raising her hand to wipe the cum from your lips with a swipe of her thumb, before bringing the digit to her lips and tasting herself— making you whine. “Keep being good ‘n make Ellie cum.”

You nodded, eyes completely blown as you curled your fingers into her spongy spot, tongue darting out to collect the slick remaining on your lips. The feeling of tightness grew in your tummy as your body trembled under the pressure, a bubbling sensation beginning to spill over as your fingers spasmed inside of her— mouth falling open as your cunt clenched her slim fingers in between soft walls.

Ellie gasped, thighs clenching around your hand as her band snapped, a gush of liquid soaking your hand as she leaned against the back of the couch slightly for support. “Oh, fuck.” She sputtered, hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.

You slumped slightly, arms giving out beneath you, making your face come to rest on Abby’s bare thigh as she rubbed your hair gently. You didn’t dare to speak, fearing the words would come out as meaningless babble, eyes fluttering with contentment as you felt Ellie’s fingers slip from inside of you.

“Wait,” Ellie spoke suddenly, making a show out of taking a deep inhale, her face going pale. “Does anyone else smell that?”

Abby perked up, adjusting her underwear as she took a deep breath. “Oh shit!” She half laughed, sliding out from beneath you to dart into the kitchen. Much to her dismay, her speculations proved to be correct— a thick trail of smoke coming from the oven. “Ellie, uh, grab my phone and order in... I don't think this is salvageable.” She called into the living room, using your discarded apron to waft the smoke out of the room, making sure to click the oven off.

Your eyes went wide, sense returning to you in the shock of the moment, searching around frantically as you dropped from subspace. “Dinner! I-I ruined dinner,” You began, looking up to the girl as she spun you around to face her— hands cupping your cheeks. “Els, I ruined it.”

She shook her head, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “No, doll. You didn’t ruin anything.” She affirmed, the pad of her thumb caressing your flushed cheeks. “You fixed something much more important.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did.”

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