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this fic is growing so fast… what the heck !! i forgot how much attention pure smut gains 💀 i was so nervous to post this too because it is kind of outside my comfort zone now, it’s been so long.

𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶 .ᐟ

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❤︎ 　 . . . 　it's your first time visiting your local lesbian bar since coming out, and everything you do feels like the fumble of the century. when you're sitting alone and looking far too pretty for anyone not to interfere, a hungry older couple arrive with the insistence of taking care of you for the night. really, they're after a romantic dinner for two, and you present the prettiest meal.

♡ ₊˚ 　──── 　3.6k.　ellie x reader x dina. dellie are an established relationship. porn with very little plot. butch!ellie, femme!dina, femme!reader. loser coded!reader. she/her pronouns used. older!dellie (30s, reader is early 20s). alcohol. everyone is a little tipsy. threesome. making out. oral (r!receiving). dom!ellie, dom!dina, sub!reader. edging. teasing. nipple play. one cunt slap. spitting. consent checks! praise kink, use of 'good girl' and other pet names. ruined orgasm. they are a little mean, and you feel a little bit left out/jealous sometimes.

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 . . . ౨ৎ 　pure filth with very little plot. i'm really sorry. i'm not confident with writing threesomes but this was a fic that i couldn't leave behind after months of thinking about it very lustfully. it makes my clit literally throb. n' i haven't written pure smut in a loooong time !!

on this tepid night you wear a tiny dress in the colour of sultry petals, those you'd find scattered about on valentine's day, in neat bouquets or on trashy motel beds. a recipe for temptation, but you've found yourself in trouble.

it took one year to gain the courage to come out, lost in mindless stares at beautiful women, and it's taken a further six months after that to try putting yourself out there.

this isn't what you expected.

you're trying to be respectful but every girl here has something you wish to stare at. femmes with little skirts and low necklines, butches who you swear must be packing, if only it weren't weird to stare at somebody's crotch long enough to figure it out.

on your second cocktail, you watch the girl who bought your first one kissing someone else on the dance floor. you're so happy for her, but how does she do it? it's feeling impossible for you to achieve something like that. she is the only person you have spoken to tonight, and—

perhaps now pondering it, you realise that she might have been flirting with you earlier.

you huff and look away, the tips of your ears burning. you could have been the one she's kissing right now if you weren't so dumb.

giving up on sharing inviting and totally-not-creepy smiles with others around you, you lean your elbow against the bar-top, holding your head up.

it's probably time to get out of here soon. as much as you'd hate to admit it, you know you're not going home with anyone tonight. the flashing lights birth a pounding headache, the music driving the pain to another height.

"what's a cutie like you doing here all by yourself?"

the voice, peppy and bright enough to hear over everything, brings your posture upright and attention to your side. a short woman stands before you now, dark waves flowing over her shoulders and her dreamy tan skin bringing warmth across your face. her shirt is a tight fitting long-sleeve, the ribbed fabric sitting marvellously over her breasts. the material is thin enough for her nipples to poke through, and your eyes dart down immediately to them.

"wait, me?" you ask, timid, but keeping a smile on your face.

the woman nods, laughing softly at the sudden way that you grow restless in your stool. she'd noticed your meek demeanour all night, like a bunny who's wandered into the foxes' den; a mouth-watering meal in the palm of her hands.

"of course, you." she plops down onto the barstool beside you, closing in on your space. "what're you drinking?"

"oh, um..." you look to the drink instead, shrugging. "strawberry daiquiri, but, i'm not really interested in finishing it."

"oh yeah?" she murmurs, leaning back just to blatantly rove her eyes all over you, the corner of her lips curving up as she does. it makes you weak in the knees, and glad that you're seated right now. "why not?"

"it's too sweet," you reply with a sheepish head tilt.

and a moment doesn't even get to pass before she's wrapping her hand around the glass and bringing it to her lips. your jaw drops, completely mesmerised by the confidence of this woman, and her choosing you to graciously give her attention to. surely she must not give that to anyone freely. so you mindlessly tell her your name, tongue stumbling through every syllable as she sets the glass down, the drink half swallowed.

"dina," she replies, licking her lips. "and you're right. i've had better."

you nod, desperate to keep up with her. dina. she's stunning, effortlessly so, with lip gloss you'd like to share, and she's absurdly outgoing. "yeah, it's, um, cloying."

"cloying." dina nods, chuckling quietly. "you are so cute. my girlfriend is going to love you, sweetie."

"ah— wait, girlfriend?" you feel yourself crashing quickly, that headache reviving itself, the form much stronger than before. was she not flirting this whole time? you thought you had this one in the bag.

but dina just giggles, her hand brushing against your thigh. "yeah, she's going to love you. come. let's go find her."

when you try to speak, to decline the offer, your voice breaks. and before you can clear your throat and speak up, dina's taken your hand and is now leading you through a sea of people.

you stop before a woman with shoulder-short, dark hair in a button up shirt and jeans. she nurses a drink of her own, only looking over once dina calls to her.

so the hottest woman in this bar is also taken by the other hottest woman in this bar. great. what a match made in heaven. they're a maddeningly attractive couple, and now that they stand together, you realise how naïve and optimistic it was to think somebody like dina would be single.

when's it your turn?

but screw that, screw this dumb bar, and all of the people whose voices muffle the sound of dina introducing you to her girlfriend. because this woman's eyes darken the second they make contact with you, a stare so intense you feel undressed and indecent.

"this is ellie."

"h—hi." you swallow thickly, lifting your hand to wave.

"hey." her stare just doesn't falter. it doesn't move. it doesn't rattle her the way it does you. in fact, it causes a little smirk to raise her lips, all because of your squirming. "do you want to sit down, pretty?"

"oh, i should be fine—"

"i think you should sit," dina interrupts, gently ushering you towards a booth. "we might keep you for a while."

"oh, right," you murmur, laughing it off as though this was so obvious. your fault for missing the cue, right? you slip into the seating, and dina and ellie slide in either side of you. no big deal, but your stomach does a whole cartwheel over it.

"what brings you here?" ellie asks. her voice is not like dina, who is clear and bubbly. ellie talks so lowly that you feel yourself leaning closer just to hear—and maybe it's intentional, but you don't think you know anything anymore after all of tonight's failures. you definitely don't know anything when her arm snakes around your shoulders. "were you looking to go home with someone tonight?"

"oh, mm, yeah." you smile tightly, looking from ellie to dina and back. "i was, but i'm not having much luck."

"well, we've come here because our five year anniversary is coming up in a few days," dina says, watching your response very closely. "and we wanted to find ourselves a romantic dinner, maybe even share the love a little..."

"oh, really? wow, congratulations," you force out. "that is a really long time, uh... are you sure you wanted to do your celebrations here and not somewhere... fancier?"

"nah, not exactly the kind of dinner we're looking for," ellie says. she chuckles when dina moves her arm across your body, a sultry smile on her own face, as you startle.

"i think we found the perfect thing," she sighs the words, taking you in like a deep breath of fresh air, pure as can be. "can i try you?"

you turn your head, and at that very moment she catches the words on the tip of your tongue before they can be spoken. a sticky, strawberry-sweet kiss, one that feels so wrong for you to reciprocate in front of her partner. but you melt like a dessert in the sun, pooling in your panties like honey, the press of her lips so messy and heated.

but ellie does not let you forget that she is here. the clank of her drink against the table is subtle, but her cold fingertips upon your thigh are not, nor are her lips on your neck. it's like a simple taste test at first, soft, open-mouthed kisses along the nape that make you jump.

and then it's a savage devouring, her arm around your shoulders tightening to pull you closer, so that she struggles less when gathering ripe skin between her teeth. dina moves in, too, and you are trapped between them.

dina swallows up every quiet moan that elicits, and both of the women find some place to hold you down so you don't squirm too far.

but it can't go on for too long until ellie is bored. she is not a patient hunter.

her hand behind you slides into dina's hair to pull, her other hand between your faces and tugging you away. you're lost in breathless amazement, lips shining with spit and lip gloss. "sharing, darlin'," ellie reminds dina, like she is a selfish and petulant child.

but the fire that lights in dina's eyes, bark brown hiding behind wide pupils, is something more than desire; it is frisky. playful.

"can't wait your turn?" dina comments, tilting her head around you to get a look at ellie—and what you do is, well, absolutely nothing. women fighting over you. this used to be nothing but a dream scenario. now it might be real, if you had the opportunity to pinch yourself without it looking weird.

"i've been waiting," ellie grumbles, her hand splayed across your cheek as she turns you towards her, and captures your eyes directly. "you listen to me, not her, okay? she's a bad influence."

you hear a giggly "am i..?" from behind you, but that's nothing against the sound in your head when ellie kisses you. she tastes differently. a tangy flavour, overwhelming all the same as dina's fruity aftertaste.

just as much as ellie had been taking little samples of your neck before, leaving her mark like a stamp of approval, it was only a sample for you as well. her real kiss feels like being eaten alive.

you let a noise slip—a silky, breathy mewl—that makes you feel both pathetic and confident. it's all in the way that ellie and dina react. it's dina's fingers pressing down hard into your thigh, the chub spilling out between them, and ellie soothing you with a rub down your side. they both coo audibly, like you are something cute to behold.

it's almost like you have some kind of sex appeal.

it's easy to feel like this is a moment dying before it even begins. something you will never get back. intoxication on these two mouths, their tastes mixing in some heady concoction that makes the world spin.

and you are wasting it away with needy writhing and limp arms. because yes, you have been sitting with hands folded politely over your lap this entire time. appearing docile and ready, but actually useless. not knowing what to do with your hands besides pressing them into your groin for some mild friction.

"you are a bundle of energy aren't you?" dina whispers at your side. when ellie gives you a moment to breathe it's scarce—she pulls back for a sip of air only to capture you again immediately—and your chest heaves. "do you like us?"

if you could answer it would be a yes. this night is becoming far greater than you thought it would be.

her hand slides up your chest, taking a hearty grab at your tits, and you gasp so hoarsely that ellie finally lets you go. she's assessing your breathlessness, the corner of her lips tipped up just slightly, while dina grabs ellie's drink and finishes the last of it all in one gulp.

"i think we should take this somewhere else, yeah?" ellie murmurs, eyeing the golden glow where the string lights above hit your cheekbone, how your anxious smile moves it. "you want us to take you home?"

"yes." offering yourself is so easy. it's just not even up for debate to you, even less a question. who's passing this up?

it leads to you taking light steps towards the exit, their hands on you like rope around your wrists, guiding you out. just passing the dance floor you find that girl from earlier. her date seems to have disappeared elsewhere, you note, and the eye contact is stifling; her double take is a brutal surveyance of your greed.

you flash her a winning smile at the last second, only then you are ushered through the door by ellie.

"the apartment isn't far, we walked down here," dina says.

the wet pavement scrapes beneath your soles, fresh petrichor livening your spirits. a quiet downtown stroll with a cool breeze to soften your heated skin, lit with orange streetlights. even with the small conversation made by ellie and dina, you let your mind wander astray.

and seeing the apartment building in the distance doesn't exactly calm you, instead the total opposite. your lips start to shake, you feel less like you're strutting down the sidewalk on the arms of two women but instead dragging your go go boots against the concrete, totally fucking nervous.

when you make it inside, the cold and empty apartment a chill runs down your spine, though the lights flick on and it feels homey enough—not quite messy, but most certainly lived in. embroidered art hung upon the wall, pictures of the couple strewn about, posing innocently and with big grins manufactured just for the camera. you wonder about the lives they have lived, and if they have ever done something like this before.

you wonder why you have been given the privilege to walk into their home on this night, to be led into their bedroom and pushed upon the cotton sheets.

"oh— you've done this before, haven't you?" dina blurts out, her brows creasing as she looks you up and down, the way you stray a little further away, pulling the hem of your dress back down. "i forgot to ask..."

"of course you did," ellie mutters.

"yeah, yeah, of course i have," you say. the words flow out of you like a waterfall, sheepish and untamed. "not, you know, this. but i've done.. things. sex. yeah. not involving more than one other person though!"

there's a little pause before dina just giggles, but ellie snorts, and says, "could hardly tell just by looking at you right here, to be honest."

"stop it, she's adorable," dina scolds, crawling up to you on the bed. she takes your hands and holds them down against the bed. "don't worry, this is a first for us too."

"oh... wow, that's super... uh." you stammer out some awkward giggle when ellie's hands fumble with the zipper on the side of your dress.

"are you alright with being touched like this?" she asks, stopping for just a moment.

"yes," you whisper, "sorry. i'm kind of shy."

"we know," she replies, "it's okay. just checking." she shoots you a gentle smile, but behind it there is something else hiding; the secret promise to break you out of that shell, to get you someplace mentally where you don't fear using your voice. she and her lover can fix you up, no problem.

"i gotcha," the other woman murmurs, her hand sliding across you and pulling you by the hips, towards her spread legs where she has propped herself up against the headboard. dina brings you into her arms, your back against her chest and her thighs either side of yours.

her lips on the side of your neck and ellie slipping the little red dress down your curves compete for your attention. like moths to flame, the moment that flowery silk frees your breasts, their attention is drawn. such pretty, unmarred skin, supple and dotted with cute little bumps at the cool air's blessing.

"fuck," ellie whispers, her eyes following dina's hands and how they move agonisingly slowly over the swell, cupping both mounds in her hands and giving them a little squeeze. it elicits a weak coo from you.

while dina avoids touching too much, ellie has never been coy. she leans down, ghosting over the skin until reaching the soft peak on your left side. she slips it between her lips and sucks, the warm and wet attention causing your nipple to harden immediately.

you tense, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. dina chuckles softly, threading her fingers into ellie's hair, raking the auburn locks back.

ellie flicks her tongue ever so lightly against the peak, their combined actions keeping you out of mind enough for her to slide lace down your legs without you noticing. she avoids making any contact there just yet, placing one final kiss atop the corner of your lips before finally sinking into the bed.

"oh, god," you whisper. ellie warms your dripping heat further with a kiss, lips tugging carefully at your clit. and she is enthusiastic—grinning up at your reaction, tongue flattening over your pussy with a gaze so deep your stomach starts to flip, and you have to look away.

"shh," dina hushes, fingers stroking along your chest precisely enough to only tickle you, elicit a shiver that pushes your hips into ellie's face. she chuckles at this, giving the bruised flesh at your neck a small nip. "does it feel nice what she's doing? she's good at that, isn't she?"

"yes." your voice is fragmented, even for such a short reply, but dina begins focusing her fingertips' attention to your nipples now, rolling and tweaking the little buds. in response, you squirm, hips bucking into ellie's mouth, and she moves her hand flat against your pelvis to hold you down.

"yes, so good, huh?" dina nods, and you can't see it but you have a hunch that whatever expression is on her face, there's a wicked smile at watching her partner nose into your folds. a new perspective that is taunting her, teasing her.

and you, the missing piece to their puzzle, wriggling uselessly in their palms—how raw. the comely, quaint decoration that has made all the difference in their abandoned bedroom.

"she makes it look like you taste so... damn good." dina's simply observing now, how ellie buries herself insatiably. "i want a piece," she decides, manoeuvring out from behind your form. she lays you down against some pillows, scoots further down next to ellie and pushes your legs wide open to make some room.

you're trying to fix the pillows when dina joins ellie at blissful feast, and their breath fans over you with a stream of giggles while they make room for each other. you make some obnoxious sound you've never heard before when they lave their tongues across you, your dignity destroyed in that single moment.

they leave sensitive sparks of pleasure wherever their mouths trail, and you lay your head against the pillows, moans and mewls building into constant stream. you register their tongues colliding and then... nothing.

your hips rock at cold air for a second before you lift your head. and down, between your legs, ellie and dina are nose-to-nose, kissing senselessly.

you forget to breathe, whimpering, almost like a reminder that you are here. but these two are so engrossed in each other you think they might have actually forgotten you're here. like they are elsewhere, in some fine restaurant with a romantic meal offered to them.

"please," you whisper, "guys?"

it's pitiful. your head feels so light, muscles tensing, and you cover your feverish face helplessly. even listening to the smacking of their lips, the muffled groans, it makes you whine a little louder.

but you're brought back with a full body twitch, the feeling of slow, frothy spit cascading onto your cunt. you peek through your hands, squeaking when ellie slaps her palm against your thumping clit at that moment—just to watch the drool rattle.

with you unable to restrain any sounds anymore, the two women are almost evilly excited to play with you.

clearly.

"i think you got distracted," you say in a mousy voice.

dina stifles a big laugh, and ellie snorts. "i think so, but you were a good girl waiting for us to come back to you."

"please," you murmur, "don't stop."

"you're too cute for us to make that mistake again," dina consoles, lips on your inner thigh.

and just like that, they are at it once again. fighting for space, licking over the swollen and slicked area, focusing on your clit, but at an emphatically slow pace. the kind of sloppy, languid slurping that makes your greed grow dangerous, spluttering pleas for them to take you faster—all of which are ignored.

"please, please, more," you beg, trying to roll your hips into their mouths but finding that their grips restrain you like iron chains.

it soon becomes just what you're asking for, with messy and clumsy kisses delivered to your clit, covering you in their pussydrunk glaze. you dig your hands into the sheets, babbling and moaning as the pleasure builds and builds and it bursts—

and that pleasure dwindles as soon as hastily as it came on, your hole clenching and body grinding into nothing but air.

they are focusing their attention on themselves again, teeth nipping lips. you pant heavily and watch them, suspended in total shock for seconds.

sensitivity courses through you, from your heart, to your brain, to your pussy, where it beats the hardest. it pounds, it aches. you came, and it was ruined.

dina tears away from ellie, looking up at your watery gaze. she watches you with faint adoration, then coos, "oh no! what's wrong?"

"nothing," you mumble, covering your face once more. there's something very embarrassing in this entire mess of yourself. perhaps it is how easy you were to become this. maybe, the desperation?

"aww, we're sorry," dina comforts, caressing the flesh on your leg, with ellie having already made a pillow out of your other thigh. "this just won't do, will it?"

"you don't mind staying up a little later, do you?" ellie rasps, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "we'll get you there, i promise."

and so you nod anyway, because maybe this time they won't fail.

sorry about this again. i'm going rabid. humping at the bars of my enclosure. i am ovulating and it's so severe. i need to be their controversially young gf and get passed around like a blunt. they're so hot :(

my headcanon for dellie in this au is they're experiencing 'lesbian bed death' and they fight over who's domming all the time so much so that it's killing them, and now they've found reader who really is just happy to be there 😭 like yes, give me all the attention now :)

like i said in the author's note, i am not really comfortable writing threesomes (i just find it kind of difficult!) so this took a long time to write, even if it's not that long, because i wanted it to be perfect. i think i did good, though! pretty proud. real talk, though? i have therapy tomorrow, and i stayed up until 3am finishing this fic. priorities, i suppose. can't wait to go to sleep tomorrow night after crying myself to exhaustion in that office. is that too much oversharing? or do you get me? i think i have shared a lot more than i usually would in the notes on this fic.

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