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yuckyfucky · 1 year ago

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“Wait, where’s sai, ellie?”

i already knew..

scent of the pine. 6 (e.w)

barks wildly!!!!

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Ellie refused to sleep until she heard you snore lightly, and even then, she was afraid to leave you unattended after tonight’s events.

She felt a whirlwind of emotions when she knocked on your door earlier that night: anticipation, stress, arousal… love. Pure, deep love that she was fearful to admit, that was immeasurable, nearly bursting through her the minute the door opened to reveal your ethereal aura.

You were indescribably breathtaking in her eyes. Every mole, every scar: she was obsessed with every aspect that made you who you are, and she couldn’t hold the overwhelming rush in her heart every time she saw you any longer.

Tonight was not what she expected. She felt an immense amount of guilt when she rushed both of you back to her car. She was angry, she was jealous, and she allowed that to overtake the grand gesture of her affection for you. She was so disappointed in herself and her near outburst, but you, being the godsend that you were, convinced her that everything was fine. You were always so soft, so prepared to comfort, so forgiving. She couldn’t help but feel in the wrong whenever you looked at her with compassion that she didn’t deserve.

And the sex… the fucking sex, what the fuck!

She’s never had sex that good with anyone. No fling, no partner. Anyone.

She couldn’t keep her hands off you the entire night: holding your hand, kissing you all over your face, playing footsie under the dinner table at the restaurant.

She loved touching you, loved knowing you were close to her again.

When she finally got her hands on you, every doubt she had completely checked out. She had tunnel vision, the only thing she could see—wanted to see— was you. You, you, you; She didn’t want anyone else! She missed you so fucking bad.

But the second you looked back at her from the couch, she knew something was off.

You looked so… dream-like. Like you weren’t really there. There were shimmers in your eyes like you were made of glitter, a soft doting whenever you reached for her and begged her to fuck you. She should’ve stopped the minute she saw you entering that state. But she didn’t. She didn’t fucking stop.

She pushed you until you were unmoving, completely limp in her grasp and detached from the world around you. She kissed you all over, sang into your ear with hopes it would help you come down smoothly, and all she could do was patiently hold you until you did.

And now here she was, scared to separate from you. That look you gave her when she asked to leave for a few seconds broke her, nearly brought her to her knees. Your eyes were glossed over and terrified at the suggestion of her going anywhere, and she hates herself for even bringing it up.

Her arms were wrapped around your blanketed form, your head tucked away in her neck, your soft breaths tickling her. She was still planting barely-there kisses on your forehead, but she needed to make sure you had water and a snack before you really drifted off. And Duchess was still trapped downstairs, she was probably pissed at both of you!

She moved as stealthily as she could, slowly untangling her body from yours and shoving a pillow up against you to replicate her form. She swiftly padded across her room and down the stairs to the guest room, already hearing her baby’s light scratches on the door, poor thing.

“So sorry, honeybun, c’mere,” she cooed quietly, her heart jolting at Duchess’s small where were you! meows. Ellie picked her up and pressed kisses all over her face, rubbing the space between her neck and head as the kitty purred into her chest.

She set Duchess back down on the floor softly so she could roam before walking over to the kitchen and refilling her water and food bowls. She walked over to the kitchen in haste, grabbing water and a Kit Kat bar from the fridge. She should’ve bought your favorite gummies; she’ll get you twenty bags in the morning for being so sweet to her.

Ellie swiftly made her way back upstairs, finding Duchess already laying by your still feet as she licked her paw. She didn’t want to wake you, but you needed to hydrate.

She set your small snack on the nightstand before sitting next to your sleeping form. She leaned over you and gently kissed your cheeks until you started shuffling.

“Hiii, baby, jus’need you to eat something, okay? Then you can go to sleep,” you were mumbling out small protests, but she continued to kiss your face. You eventually rolled over and complied.

“Feeling better? Need something else?”

“M’okay, now, thank you,” Ellie kissed your forehead before sitting up, reaching towards the nightstand.

She opened the water and candy bar for you as you sat up—Duchess meowed in complaint, what a brat! —and rubbed your eyes. She passed the bottle to you when you sat next to her. Don’t stare at her tits, don’t! “Drink all of it.”

You nodded at her, taking bites of your Kit Kat as you sipped in silence.

“Dina would kill you if she saw you eating a Kit Kat like that,” she said with a soft laugh.

You smiled softly, and her heart pounded, “I miss Dina.”

She kissed your shoulder at your solemn tone, “She misses you more, and big sis. She always talks about you two.”

“Really? Even now?”

“Even now. Always talks about how you pissed yourself when we all went rock climbing at the mall,” she said in between laughs as you shook your head.

“What the hell, why that memory?” Ellie laughed harder.

“I’m supposed to see her at the bar tomorrow night with Jesse.”

“Ooooo, party,” your brows were wiggling as you bit your candy bar. She shook her head at you with a grin.

“Shut up! Anthony knows almost everyone’s on Spring Break so he's doing something, like always. He bought some DJ equipment and asked me and my partner to practice before Saturday,” she gazed at you, and you gazed back. You’re so fucking gorgeous.

“Oh.”

Her ears perked up at your tone, “What?”

“Nothing,” you sheepishly laughed. She furrowed her brows at you.

“… D’you wanna go?” You didn’t reply. You looked deep in thought, so she pressed.

“You can, y’know. Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“Yeah, I, um… sounds fun.”

“…Okay? You going?”

“I… I’m ninety-nine percent sure sissy’s gonna be there,” you whispered as if your confession would scare her, but her heart grayed.

“… Oh.”

How could she forget that both you and your sister are regulars at the fucking bar! She’s a fucking idiot!

“… Yeah. And if the guy she’s seeing is going then… she’s definitely going.”

“Fuck.” She needed to smoke so badly.

She knew seeing your sister was going to happen at some point, but she can’t deny the anxiety that she felt at the thought of reconnecting with her. What if she still hated her? Oh, fuck, how the fuck would she react to you and her being… whatever you were. She’d probably kill her without delay. There’s no doubt that there were deep feelings between the two of you, but you and your sister's bond was unbreakable. She would be mortified if you were forced to choose between her and your own blood; She would never put you through that.

“D’you… um, regret what you said earlier, when we were on the couch?” She asked insecurely, dropping her gaze down onto the floor.

Ellie was starting to get anxious. Did you not want to be with her due to your feelings of betrayal? Were you about to break her heart and tell her your feelings were in the heat of the moment? That her feelings for you weren’t reciprocated? She could feel her nails digging into her cuticles in attempts to combat her nerves.

“I-I don’t regret it, but I do think that makes it… worse, I guess,” you were barely whispering. She didn’t say anything back.

“Ellie?” She watched your soft hands wrap around hers in her lap.

“Mhm?” She didn’t look at you.

“Look at me? Please?” She saw you turn to face her out of the corner of her eye. Your tone was shattering her heart.

Jinglejinglejingle!—

Duchess climbed onto Ellie’s lap and plopped down on your interlocked hands. She planted a light kiss onto her head.

“Please, El? Please?”

She could feel tears forming in her eyes at your voice. So soothing and tender. Her heart was making grabby hands towards you.

When she met your eyes, her tears fell, and you kissed away the droplets on her cheeks. Her guilt was starting to sink in; She missed your sister so much and she wanted her back in her life, but she can’t imagine how she would react if she found out that somebody she hated was sneaking around with her baby sister. She’d probably wring her by her neck; She almost killed her at Chik-Fil-A, for fucks sake!

Ellie sobbed into your shoulder, inhaling your flowery scent mixed with hers with every shaky breath. She heard the familiar hums against your ear; She remembered your mom always singing this whenever she came over years ago.

She was so, so in love with you, but she couldn’t be happy about it.

She took her reaction as a sign from the universe, another potential love story broken.

You were awoken by Duchess pawing at your face. And a pang in your bladder.

You felt Ellie pressed against you, no space between your bodies, her leg swung over yours and face in your neck as she snored softly. You slowly shifted, causing Duchess to flee to the floor, careful not to wake the angel next to you. Her grip tightened around your body to pull you closer as she inhaled deeply, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

And then it hit you. You were no longer a virgin. Were first-time-fuckers always this sore?

You slowly shifted again, and Ellie whined in complaint before you felt a gentle bite on your shoulder. You giggled.

“Stop moving, m’trying to sleep.”

“I gotta pee, Ellie, lemme go right quick,” you heard her sigh before she let you go, unwrapping her arms and leg from around you.

You quickly sat up and scurried to her bathroom as fast as your body would allow, even though your sore legs and cunt were begging you to sit your sorry ass down. Of course, small jingles and scratches could be heard from the opposite side of the bathroom door, to which you replied with a giggly occupied!

After freshening up with Ellie’s wet wipes, you washed your hands and looked into the wall mirror atop the sink. You looked… fucking crazy.

The now coils on your head were completely matted and pressed from your sleep, —no fucking scarf! — there were light bruises on your chest and neck and cheeks! Both sets, holy fuck!

Should you be embarrassed at how hot all the marks made you?

You concluded that you weren’t, not in the slightest.

A knock came from the opposite side of the door, “Good, baby?”

Ellie sounded so fucking sexy as she called out to check on you, her morning voice making shivers run up and down your spine like a track star. You ripped the door open, ignoring her shocked face and pulling her close to kiss her.

She reciprocated instantly, humming into your mouth as you pulled at her soft hair, her arms wrapping around you to pull you against her bare chest.

“This early in the morning?” She murmured against your mouth before moving down to suck on your neck. You whined out your consent as you kissed hers back.

She pushed you back into the bathroom, swiftly shutting the door and lifting you onto the bathroom counter. You winced slightly as pain shot from your still very tender ass, and she immediately pulled away from you.

“Fuck, fuck, m’sorry— “

“I’m okay! Just achey, m’okay, baby. Promise.” You grabbed her face in your hands to calm her, pull her closer, but the more she looked at you, you saw something bloom in her eyes behind her concern. Something fearful, something doubtful. It made your heartbeat spike.

“El? What’s the matter?”

She quickly averted her eyes elsewhere— somewhere behind you as she bit the skin on her lip. She was nervous, and you knew something was bothering her. You didn’t get a chance to ask what was wrong before she spoke, eyes unmoving.

“Think we… we needa talk.”

After Ellie dressed to retrieve your overnight bag from her car, you showered, and nearly drowned in your anxiety.

Your worries rampaged as you detangled your hair. What did she want to discuss? Your barely-there relationship? Did she not love you back? Your sister? All of the options made your ears ring with panic, but you breathed through it. Tried to breathe through it.

She’s breaking up with you! Be prepared!

The voice you wished would die was back to its regularly scheduled patronizing.

You were always your biggest enemy.

You brushed your teeth and washed your face, trying to ignore the shakiness of your hands. Just fucking breathe! You’re okay! Just breathe!

You took a large breath after dressing comfortably, opening the door, and descending the stairs, unsteadily making your way to where Ellie was sitting on the couch, Duchess laid out on her lap.

Here goes nothing.

“I, um…”

You and Ellie were facing each other on the couch, legs crossed and knees almost touching. She was right in front of you, and yet she looked so distant.

Even in her conflicted state, she still smelled so fucking good.

“What is it, Ellie?” Your voice trembled and you hated it. She still had a large hold on you after all this time.

Her eyes shut as she sighed before she finally looked at you, and devastation ran through you. She was about to break your heart; you could see it in her eyes. Tears were gathering in yours at the thought. You could feel it, you felt it so deep—

“We need to talk to your sister before we… y’know?”

… Huh? Your heart was in your throat.

She must’ve noticed the confused look on your face, “Like, before I ask you… to be my girlfriend?”

She seemed so nervous and shy as she stared down at your leg, and you felt her fingers brushing against yours in your lap.

“You… you wanna be with me? Like, actually?”

“Wanna be with you so bad, like… I might die,” she lightly laughed, but you could hear the eagerness in her voice. Your heart was going to burst out of your chest and start making out with her itself.

“I just can’t do it behind her back anymore. Sneaking around isn’t as sexy as I thought it would be,” you couldn’t ignore the wet snort that ran left you at her light huff. Ellie had expressed her desire to reconcile with your sister to you, and you wanted nothing more than for them to be on good terms again, but the fear of her disapproval was starting to set into the pit of your stomach.

“When do we talk to her?”

“As soon as we can, I guess. I know you leave soon, but… I don’t know, can we try before you go?”

“But… what if she doesn’t…”

She released a sorrowful sigh at your suggestion as she shook her head, “I’m not ruining you’n your sister's relationship. I’m not.”

“Ellie, d’you… d’you love me?”

“So much,” she whispered like it pained her to say. “But I can’t do that to both of you— “

“No. M’not going through this again, I’m not losing you again. I refuse to go through that a second time.”

Hot tears were seering in your eyes as you gritted out your objection, “Me’n my sister's relationship is between us, and what we have is between you and me, that’s it. Nothing that me and my sister go through after this is your fault.”

“Yes, it will be, I’m going to be in the middle of it regardless. I’d be so… fucked up if that happened because it would be on me.”

Her tone was much sterner as she looked at you with furrowed brows, and it made you angrier. You never thought she would be this reluctant to be with you. Your feelings for her were finally reciprocated, and now she didn’t want to be with you because of your sister?! You couldn’t help but feel played.

“Ellie, that’s not fucking fair! I wanna be with you— “

“You don’t think I want to be with you?! I do! But your family is more important than that, and it always will be!”

You understood where her concerns were coming from: you knew how much loss she'd endured when she was little, but she didn’t get to make decisions for you, especially when it came to your own family. Your sister would eventually get over her grievances with the two of you being together, you knew that.

“Ellie, c’mon! I… I just got you back,” you quieted as tears spilled down your cheeks. You saw her instantly soften, but she didn’t budge. “We didn’t even talk to her—we’ve only had one day together and you're ready to end it!”

She shook her head at you with a downcast expression and it only made you sadder, “I… M’sorry, I just… I don’t want either of you to be resentful. Of each other, of me, of… whatever! I’m— “

She reached to grab your cheeks at your sad whimper, her thumbs wiping your tears. You looked into her sad, but affectionate eyes, “That's the worst feeling to have with family. It doesn’t matter how big or small the situation is. It… it fucking sucks, okay?”

Even though you felt your heart slowly start its decay, you slowly nodded as you cried, “O-kay.”

You took a shaky breath before continuing, "J-Just lemme handle it, okay? Please? She's still my sister, I know her better than anyone.”

She watched you closely before resigning, “Alright.”

You sniffled as you nodded, more tears falling from your face.

“Don’t cry, baby. Stop crying, c’mere.”

She pulled you close to her, you clumsily straddling her waist as she held you. You silently wept into her shoulder as she shushed you softly. You smelt the scent that you fell in love with, and you could almost hear her taking in breaths of you, as well.

You don’t know how much time passed with you in her arms as she rocked you, but you gently pulled away to look at her face. Her eyes met yours, your hands slowly reaching to grasp her cheeks before you gently kissed her lips. You heard her sigh before her hands slowly crept under your hoodie, gently caressing your skin. Goosebumps rose all over your arms as you shivered against her. You whimpered into her mouth as you grinded down onto her, and you felt her nails graze your back.

You pulled away and she chased your mouth. You gently pushed at her shoulders until she was propped up onto her elbows, her legs straightening underneath you.

“Ellie?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I… wanna try something.”

“Course, baby, what is it?” she looked up at you encouragingly.

“Wanna… go down on you?” you barely squeaked out, and you saw a smirk grow on her face as your face grew hot.

“Wanna gimme head?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Get me wet, then.”

Your core squeezed as she laid flat on her back, pulling her sweatshirt over her head and onto the floor, her nipples hard and her chest flushed.

“Okay, uh… tell me what to do?”

“Gonna, c’mere,” she pulled at your hoodie, and you bent down, reconnecting your lips to hers. The kiss was hotter, impassioned, as she slid her tongue onto yours. You moaned into the kiss as your hands slid up to her chest, barely grazing her tits. You felt her hips twitch under you slightly.

You gently massaged her cups as she squirmed under you, her fingers digging into your hips. You moved to gently kiss her cheek and down to her jaw, sucking the skin lightly. She brought a hand up to the back of your neck to pull you closer.

You moved down to the side of her neck and sucked, and she let out a satisfied sigh as she bucked up into you again. Hm, she likes it there!

You sucked and nipped at the skin until a small, blotchy mark appeared before kissing down her chest.

You were face-to… tit and it made your face warm. She was so fucking pretty, and her closeness made you grind down onto her, and she bucked up to meet you.

You must’ve been gawking at her chest because you felt a hand grip your curls to lift your head up. You met her fiery gaze, “You’re staring hard as fuck. Wanna touch ‘em?”

You nodded as you panted through parted lips. “Then touch me. Do what you want.”

She released her grip in your hair, and your head plopped down and onto her soft tits. She snickered at you before you wordlessly sucked a nipple into your mouth.

You heard her gasp out into the living room, her hips grinding up to meet yours. Your free hand blindly wandered to her other breast, playing with her other nipple in between your pointer finger and thumb.

She released soft whimpers above you, and it made your clit jump with need. She smelt so good and felt so warm in your mouth, and you could slowly feel yourself slipping. You want to drown in her—

Jinglejinglejinglejinglejingle!—

You instantly detached from her as you looked up, Duchess sitting right above Ellie’s head staring at the two of you. Ellie tsked as she looked up at her, “You serious? Right now?”

Meow! Meow meow! —

“Okay, okay, be quiet, hold on, baby,” Ellie moved to kiss your wet mouth before sitting up as you scooted off of her.

“C’mon, vermin, you’re on time-out,” you watched as Ellie scooped up the kitty and waddled over to the guestroom, muttering scoldings to her baby. I’m trying to get some! Stop acting out!

You smiled as you rose from the couch to bolt upstairs.

You heard Ellie run up the stairs not even two minutes later, pouncing onto your lap as you laid on her bed. You both giggled before she reconnected your lips, grinding down on top of you. She kissed down your neck wetly, licking at your skin. You could feel a wet spot form on your panties as you softly pushed her back.

“G-Get off, wanna— “

“Yeah? Wanna eat my pussy? Make me cum in your mouth?” She mumbled against your neck, and you nodded eagerly.

She gave one last smacking kiss to your mouth before she shuffled off you, crawling up until she leaned against her bed frame with you hot on her trail. You were laid on your stomach between her legs as you watched her remove and toss her boxers, and you couldn’t help but stare at her twitchy cunt. Her pussy was so fucking pretty, soft and wet with trails of hair, and it made your tongue water.

“You can touch, baby, wherever you like. Just feel around,” she sounded so wanton and breathy. You nodded and brought a hand up to pull her lips open, her clit shining and jumping slightly. You heard her sigh and a soft thud rung from the headboard.

You shuffled closer to her pussy, your tongue lolling out to lick the nub sticking out between her folds. You took in the saltiness of her slick, and you released a pleased sigh on her cunt. She gasped and jerked away from you, and you looked up at her in concern.

“Was… is that okay?” You whispered shyly.

“Yeah, baby, jus’sensitive. Keep going, m’good.”

You nodded softly, leaning down to repeat your actions on her clit. You moved your tongue slowly, trying to mimic what she does to you whenever you fuck. You licked her up and down, side to side, in slow circles—she squeals when you do that! She's so cute! You looked up at her to gauge her reactions: her head was thrown back onto the headboard, she was pulling at her nipples, she was blushing! She looked so worked up and ready to cum, and it made you shove your hand between your legs.

You grinded down into your palm as you moaned softly into her pussy, and she let out choked gasps.

“Feels s’good, baby!”

You whined as your tongue swirled her clit, and she shuddered before looking down at you. You saw her lips curl into a grin, “W’na cum?”

You nodded dazedly. She’s so pretty, fuck!

“Take your clothes off’n get up here.”

You quickly moved into action, sitting up to pull your hoodie and shorts off before crawling up to lay beside her, only having your underwear and fluffy socks on. You looked up at her as you waited for her directions.

She huffed at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“I meant up here, sit on my face,” she turned to say to you as she stuck her tongue out. You nearly died. You’re going to die!

“Oh.”

“Mhm, c’mon,” she slid down to lay flat on her back. You shakily arched your hips to slip your panties off, but before you could fling them on the floor, she snatched them from your grasp and mischievously shoved them in her nightstand drawer. You stared blankly at her as she laughed hysterically.

“I still have your other ones!”

“BITCH! I fucking knew I wasn’t crazy, what the hell!”

She laughed harder as she kicked her feet giddily, her goofy snorts filling the air. You watched her laugh blankly before impulsively straddling her waist, your cunt resting on top of hers. Her laughs got caught in her throat at your boldness, her lip pulling between her teeth as she stared up at you. You watched her gaze drop at your tits, down to your tummy and back up to your eyes. Your body was so hot as she shamelessly looked you up and down. You felt so exposed, yet so… so—

“I know you’re pretty’n gorgeous and all that, but have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are?”

You got hotter—and wetter— as you squirmed on top of her. You whimpered shyly, “I-I don’t know, I think so.”

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, you make me so wet,” she whispered to you. She sounded so… stupefied, like she was hypnotized as she took you in. She reached her hands up to play with your tits, “Look so good on top, g’na make you ride me one day.”

“G’na r-ride it s’good, daddy,” you keened thoughtlessly, and you felt one of her hands come up to wrap around your throat, your eyes fluttering shut when she squeezed the sides.

“Yeah? Gonna take it nice’n deep? Fuck me how you wanna?” She moaned out raspily. Her free hand slid down to grab your hip, slowly moving you back and forth like you were actually grinding on her dick. Your hands pressed on her chest to steady yourself, your hips moving on autopilot on top of her.

“Yeahyeah, m’gonna!”

“Uh huh, get up here.”

You clumsily climbed up her body before she grabbed your hips to stop you, “Other way.”

Oh. You shivered.

You scooted off her to turn so your ass was facing her before sitting atop her again, the bruised, plushy skin pushed into her face. You heard her moan out a fuckme at the sight of you. You turned your head, craning your neck as much as you could to look down at her with glossy eyes, “Like this?”

Her eyes shot up to yours as she arched her brow, “You think you’re cute?”

“A little bit.”

A loud smack! rang through the room, and you fell forward with a moan, a stinging sensation burning on your asscheek. You caught yourself on her thighs, your back arching deeper, enticing her to hit you again.

“You always talk shit when I try to be nice, bend all the way down.”

Her drippy pussy was in your face. You felt her wrap her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to her face, her lips wrapping around your swollen clit. You moaned out her name as she sucked on your clit, your hips pushing back on her face.

You moved your head up so you could lick her out, your tongue moving as eagerly as hers was. Wet, smacking sounds filled the room as you moaned into her pussy, her hips bucking into your face to get you closer. You pulled away from her cunt to spread her open, bringing your other hand around to prod your pointer finger at her entrance. Her thighs jerked under you.

“C-Can I, daddy?”

“Yeah, fuck, do what you like,” she whined out to you, and it made you drip.

You gently pushed your finger into her pussy, and she moaned out against yours. You messily attached your lips to her clit to suck on it again, her knee arching up so you could your finger deeper. You wiggled it around as much as you could in her squishy walls as they tightened on you, trying to find that spot in her. You want her to feel good, you want her cum on your face!

You felt her mouth leave your pussy as she let out moans of your name in between whimpery fucks. Her arms were no longer wrapped around your legs, both hands coming up to massage your ass. You arched your finger up until you brushed a patchier spot, and she let out a slew of rightthererighttheres! You sped up the pace of your finger as you hit it, your tongue going in circles on her clit. She was so loud behind you, and you felt like you were going to cum because of it!

“S’close, baby, shit, g’na make me cum!”

You let out an mhm! against her clit, and you watched her toes dig into her sheets as her legs trembled.

She’s almost there! Makehercummakehercum!—

Your finger dug into her spot like she does yours, and you felt her entire body lock up under you. She barely released a choked gasp of cummin’! before she moaned out your name, her nails squeezing into your ass. You felt her walls squeeze your finger in a tight, wet grip as you fucked her, a creamy slick coating your finger. Your tongue slid down to slip in next to your finger, and she nearly shouted.

You fucked into her until she whimpered out an okaybabyfuckokay! You gave her clit one last kiss before you pulled out, her slick drenched on your finger. You slurped it up, and you heard her mutter a shit before you were yanked back by your thighs, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth. You felt her tongue slip inside your pussy and your back immediately arched into her so she could get deeper.

Her—incredibly talented, what the hell! — tongue went wild on your clit, swirling and sucking and slurping at it like she was desperate for you to cum, and you were almost there! You just need something, need her closer, need her to touch you more! —

You felt her thumb prod your ass before popping the tip in. She slowly fucked into your hole as you trembled on top of her, and you felt her tongue slip past the entrance of your cunt, fucking in and out of you as she massaged your clit with her other hand. You hadn't even realized you were pushing back onto her tongue. You felt her smile against your skin the louder you wailed.

“M’g’na cum! Da-ddy!”

She moaned into your cunt like she needed it, needed you, and you came on her face. Your nails dug into her soft thighs as she rubbed you through it, circling your clit as fast as she could, swallowing all your cum and her thumb still pushed into your ass as it clenched in your orgasm. You were mumbling out incoherent words through your nut as you practically rode her face and hand.

Your moans quieted as she eased you to come down, pulling out of your ass and kissing your entrance as she rubbed you slowly. You started jerking at the sensitivity and she rubbed you harder, chuckling deviously as you groaned out and pussy squeezed. She left a light slap on your cunt, squeezing your ass with a drenched hand.

“C’mere, I wanna kiss,” she whispered out.

She eased you off her and you plopped on the bed. She snorted as you slowly spun and cuddled up next to her, still trying to catch your breath. She gently grabbed your chin and leaned down to connect your lips, giving you soft pecks before you licked her bottom lip with a smile.

She grinned slowly, pulling your bottom lip down so she could lick into your mouth. You moaned softly as she sucked on your tongue

“You’re so pretty,” she mumbled out when she pulled back, staring down at you. You watched her shimmery eyes move across your face; it looked like she was trying to memorize every detail of you. Her expression was so soft, and her cheeks were glowing. You could feel your cheeks heating up at the attention.

“No, you.” You were cheesing so hard.

“I’m serious! So fucking… fuck, I just wanna look at you all the time!”

The sincerity in her tone made you squirm, “Shut up!”

She laughed softly, leaning down to brush her nose with yours before she spoke quietly, “Come with me to rehearsals? Wanna see what you think of the mix I made.”

Excitement filled your chest, “Course I’ll go!”

“Y’know, my partner likes your little violin vlogs,” she leaned down to peck your lips.

“They watch them?”

“Well, we were in the studio when I watched them the first time’n he heard. He talked about sampling them’n stuff.”

“They’re not mine. He could if he wanted to.”

Even though you’ve been practicing composition more in your free time (encouraged by Arya!), you’ve never posted any of your original works on your channel. You’ve thought about the idea on multiple occasions, but you always turned away from it: sharing something so personal with such a large mass was very intimidating.

She only hummed before pecking your lips again, “We’re not leaving till later. We can nap after I pamper the princess.”

“Don’t wanna nap,” your tone lowered as your legs squeezed together, and her eyes darkened as they looked into yours.

“…Oh?”

You nodded up at her, your heart pounding in your ears. You want her to fuck you so badly!

She leaned down like she was going to kiss you, “Gimme two minutes.”

You didn’t get to react before she rolled off you and onto the floor before bolting down the stairs while screaming, I’m getting pussy!

You laughed at her squeals of excitement as you shook your head.

After Ellie made you squirt on her tongue against the shower wall twice, she ordered Wingstop for both of you. You definitely napped after that, but now you were both prepping to head over to the bar.

You were laying your edges in Ellie’s bathroom when she walked in, clad in a black hoodie and jeans with a white undershirt. She was leaning against the doorframe as she watched you in the mirror, catching your gaze before you shyly looked away.

She slowly crept behind you as you were finishing up your hair, her strong arms wrapping around you to pull you closer and wrapping you in her aroma. You watched her plant soft kisses to your neck before she reconnected your gaze in the reflection, “Ready?”

You leaned back against her, “Mhm! Lemme go kiss Duchess.”

“She likes you more than me, you know that right? After everything I’ve done for her ungrateful ass.”

“Don’t talk about her like that! She’s my baby.”

“Uh huh,” she rolled her eyes at you before pulling back so she could lightly slap your ass, making you squeal. “Go on, then.”

You spun quickly to kiss her before turning to run down the stairs, filling the air with kissy sounds as you summoned the kitty. Her head popped out from under one of the kitchen stools.

Meow meow! Meowmeow!

“Baby! Hiiiii!”

The outside of the bar looked refurbished since the last time you were here. It looked so much more lively, so much brighter.

Ellie’s hand was in yours as she guided you towards the entrance. She held her phone up to her ear as she spoke into it, “‘Sup, m’outside.”

You watched how the lights of the bar shined on the wet sidewalk, the light drizzle of the rain splattering on the concrete.

“C’mon, babe,” she muttered to you with a gentle pull of your hand.

She pulled you into the bar as the door opened, a joyous call of Ellie's name filling the quiet spot. The door shut and locked behind you as she released your hand, pulling the same middle-aged man from New Year’s into a big hug.

A soft call of your name from behind you immediately made you stiffen.

You turned and were met with the softest pair of brown eyes, pools of chocolate that you didn’t know how much you looked into them.

Dina slowly walked towards you before pulling you into her tight embrace, your arms immediately wrapping around her waist. You felt tears burn your eyes as you held her.

You felt her sob into your shoulder, and you squeezed her tighter. She garbled out to you in whisper, “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you, too.”

You felt another embrace, much taller and stronger, surrounding you and Dina. Your wet eyes peeled open, and you were immediately met with Jesse's clothed chest. You, Jesse, and Dina quietly cried as you all slurrily wailed about how much you missed each other.

“Can I join? Like.”

Ellie's voice interrupted your soft whispers, making you snort wetly into Dina's shoulder as you all laughed quietly.

“No bitch, you can’t, stay away!”

You laughed harder at Dina’s protest before nuzzling deeper into them.

You missed them so much.

After the blubbery reconnection with your friends, you tearfully introduced yourself to a very… confused Anthony and Elijah. Are we missin’ something? Why’s everyone sad?

You gave a brief explanation, Oh, we’re not sad! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other! We’re fine! He nodded gently, bringing you into his warm embrace after his introduction before Elijah shook your hand politely. After you swiftly caught up with Dina and Jesse, they moved over to the DJ booth at the front of the bar. Anthony was going over the mechanics of the equipment as you listened behind them.

“Wait, where’s Sai, Ellie?” Anthony cut off his instructions to ask.

“He just hit me up, he’ll be here in… fifteen, twenty,” She replied simply as she checked her phone.

“Cool, lemme know when he pulls up so I can give him the rundown.”

“Gotchu!”

You watched as Anthony scurried to the back of the bar with Elijah, leaving Ellie, Dina, and Jesse to experiment with the set-up. Ellie retrieved her laptop from her backpack, hooking it up to the system while Jesse adjusted the speakers.

Eventually, the bar was filled with booming 8O8s and scrubbing effects. Ellie had a set of headphones on her head as the large speakers rattled with the bass. She was nodding her head as she listened, instructing Jesse to adjust the sound, talking to herself aloud in both approval and disfavor.

She looked so hyper focused, so in her element… and it was getting you hot. She must’ve felt your eyes burning through her because she looked over to you and gave you a small wink before returning to her work.

Is this what she looked like in the studio?

Fuck… fuck!

“Hey, kid.”

You jumped at the voice that came from beside you. You relaxed instantly when you saw it was Anthony, smiling up at him.

“Hi, Anthony. What’s up?”

“Nothin’ much. Can we chat for a sec?”

Why were you suddenly nervous? He looked so warm as he smiled down at you!

“…Sure.”

“C’mon, gonna head back here for a second.”

He led you to the EMPLOYEES ONLY room, gently shutting the door behind you. He ushered you to take a seat at the small round table in the middle of the room before taking a seat next to you.

“I just wanted to get to know you! Ellie spoke very highly of you before you two came today!” He smiled brightly. You tried to ignore the pounding of your heart.

“Oh! Um… what did she say?”

“She said a lot, honestly! How you play violin, how you’re a music production student, how you’re a famous YouTuber! —“

Your laugh cut him off, “Faaar from famous. I kinda… just post on YouTube. I use it for practice and whatever.”

“Well, she showed me’n my nephew some of the videos you posted. I’m sure Ellie told you about the event that we have for the talent in town,” you looked into his curious, soft eyes. “I guess I’m tryna ask why you haven’t performed here yet? You’re fuckin’ gifted.”

Your face and ears immediately ran hot, “O-Oh! Uh… thanks, but I’m… I’m not really a performer. I’m not good with crowds… and stuff.”

He softly nodded his head at you, “I understand. I just wanted to let you know that… we had a lot of scared kids in here the first night, but every performer was encouraged by everyone in the audience regardless of their level of ability. I just wanna let you know that you would be supported here no matter what. Everyone would love you!”

You listened to him intently, “The decision is yours, at the end of the day. I just hate it when young people let their own doubts stop them from doing what they want. My youngest was like that and… she never got to do what she dreamed of.”

His tone quieted, and you gave him a sympathetic look at his implication. You softly gave him your condolences as his eyes glossed over, your hand coming up to softly rub his back in comfort.

“Don’t tell Ellie I told you that! She’d be pissed if she found out I laid that news on you like this.”

You shook your head as you smiled softly, “It’s fine! I appreciate you sharing that with me.”

He nodded at you, smiling just as gently. You spoke before you could stop yourself, “I’ll… I’ll think about it? Performing, I mean.”

“That’s all I ask.”

He was about to say something else, but his reply was cut off by loud yelling from the other side of the door. You both rose from your seats and rushed out to the main area, and your heart plummeted through the floor beneath you.

You were instantly met with your sister’s raging gaze, a shocked Isaiah holding her back by her arms as Dina and Jesse barricaded a just as pissed Ellie against the wall. You couldn’t hear any of the muffled yelling as your ears rang and your fists clenched, your nails digging into your palms. You just stared at your sister.

The longer she looked at you, the harder her eyes got before she spat at you.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

You don’t know how long you were staring at your sibling, but you couldn’t look away from the ferocious glower in her eyes. You shakily called out to your sister before she cut you off angrily.

“What the FUCK are you doing here?! Why are you here, right now?!”

Dina slowly walked towards her in attempts to calm her down gently, but you could tell it was pissing her off more.

“Who the fuck brought her?!” She thrashed in Isaiah’s arms the louder she got before she turned to snap at him. “Get off me! I’m not gonna fucking touch her!”

“You almost did! You needa calm the fuck down!”

“Don’t talk t’me like th—!”

You looked at Ellie and you could see that she was holding herself back from saying something out of pocket. Her jaw clenched tight, and her fists were balled up tight as Jesse held her arms behind her back. Were they seriously about to fight? This was not good. This was really, really bad—

A loud shout of your name made you snap your head towards your sister. You watched her eyes slowly pan to Ellie and back to yours before she scoffed with a shake of her head, “Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“You came with her? Really?” You watched Dina slowly walk towards your sister until she was right in front of her. She placed her soft hands onto her shoulders, and your sister redirected her burning leer from you to Dina.

You couldn’t hear what she was saying to your sibling, but the disgusted look in her eye slowly melted. She was still pissed, but the tension in her shoulders dropped significantly. She yanked her arms out of Isaiah’s grasp before turning to storm towards the exit.

You called out to her, but she ignored you. Your feet moved before you could think, but you stopped when Ellie shakily called your name. You spun to look at her, her eyes watery and her fist slowly unclenching.

“Lemme come with you— “

You cut her off with trembling breaths, “N-No, I got her.”

She called out your name as she took a step closer. You shook your head at her as you spoke shakily, “I’ll be back, just… just gimme a second.”

You exited the building before you could hear her protests, and you caught a glimpse of your sister’s body stomping down the parking lot. You followed her as quickly as you could without slipping, and the closer you got, you could hear her cries over the soft patters of the rain.

You called out to her, and she immediately shook her head as she dug for her keys in her purse. You slowly walked closer to her before she screamed at you, “Get the fuck away from me! Go back in there with them, that’s where you wanna be, right?!”

“Don’t yell at me! What the fuck was that about?! Why the fuck are you still so mad at them?!”

She glared at you through her teary eyes, “Because of you! YOU! I stopped talking to them for you! I almost fought my best fucking friend because of you!” Your sister has never looked at you with such disdain in your life, and you could feel your heart crushing in your chest with every shout she gave you. “And I find you sneaking around and having fun with the motherfuckers that hate my guts?! Who the fuck does that?!”

Tears were falling down your cheeks, but you could feel anger swelling in your chest at her conclusions, “Nobody fucking hates you! You’re just too fuckin’ stubborn to realize that they actually miss having you around! —“

“Shut the fuck up, no the fuck they don’t! That’s why none of them fucking talk to me anymore! I finally find someone that cares enough to be around me and he turns out to be her fucking partner! I can't dodge that bitch no matter how hard I try!”

“Don’t call her a fucking bitch!”

Her glare hardened, “Oh, really?! You’re fucking defending her now?! After all that shit she said about both of us?”

“She already apologized to me, multiple times! You would’ve got the same treatment if you would just fucking listen to what she has to say!”

Your sister sneered at you as she slowly shook her head in disappointment. Her calm tone shook through you, “Y’know what? If you’re gonna ride this hard for her, do that. But when she leaves you in the fucking dust like she did the first time, don’t call my fucking phone. I’m telling you right now, I’m not coming to your defense again. I don't give a fuck what she does to you after this.”

She pulled her keys out of her purse, leaving with one last spit of fuck you before she got in her car, slamming her door. You backed away from her vehicle as she started it, sloppily backing out of her spot to zoom down the street. You sobbed heavily, your heart beating out of your chest and your brain snickering devilishly at you.

You can’t recall the last time you and your sister fought: you’ve always been close, inseparable, wherever she went, you went, and vice versa. You would’ve never expected her discovery of you and Ellie’s rekindled relationship to result in this. You couldn’t fucking breathe; you haven’t felt like this in years, and you couldn’t fucking breathe! —

You felt hands on your shoulder, and you were instantly met with Ellie’s soft and concerned eyes through your globs of tears. She was speaking to you but you couldn’t hear. Her gentle, calloused hands were caressing your cheeks in attempts to calm you, but you shook your head at her in your panic-stricken state. You couldn’t breathe, you still can’t fucking breathe! —

You might’ve just ruined you and your sister’s relationship, and the guilt was overwhelming.

a/n: OHHHHHH hi guyth🤓….. sotp is almost done OHHHHHHHHH i’m ab to cry… i’m estimating that there’s gonna be 2 more parts left and it’s breaking my wittle heart.. but we moveeeee!!!!

always giving kisses to my little taglist love y’all down :3 @fandomshitpostingqueen , @nymphetkoo , @sawaagyapong , @gold-dustwomxn , @amitycat , @nil-eena , @elsivy , @constellieationn , @letsreadsomesins-shallwe , @onallfoursforellie

pt. 7 :3

#can’t even laugh gleefully bout gettin’ pussy #ellie williams fic #modern!ellie williams #no #u almost fought ur bestfren bcuz she was talkin crazy!!#like both of y’all could’ve literally beeeeeeeeeeeen talked about it buh y’all did n this is wha happens #arya in first place 4 fave character #dina golden character 4sure #big sis..🥺#scent of the pine. ̥*ೃ #blk!oc

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devilmademewriteit · 2 years ago

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Dark but Just a Game

pairing: (pre-ellie) joel miller x afab!fem!reader

summary: your dad’s associate and friend, joel miller, finally tires of your constant teasing

warnings: rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration, unprotected sex) so 18+ only content; fem afab reader; mention of reader having long-ish hair; alcohol consumption & drunkenness; pet names (sweetheart, angel, baby); dubcon (intoxication, power imbalance); age gap.

beta reader: @millllenniawrites aka that’s bestfren

word count: 3.7k

no use of y/n in this fic.

Click to read part 2: Pretty When You Cry

Click to read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman

ahhhh this is my first time writing for joel so any and all feedback is super appreciated. i was slightly inspired by the amazing dbf!joel drabbles that @anchoeritic writes (seriously, if you enjoy this fic, go read them). as always, my requests are open !!

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THEN,

It started out so innocently.

Your dad often helped Tess and Joel smuggle contraband in and out of the QZ, sometimes by keeping the right people quiet, other times by offering the pair a place to lay low at. You got accustomed to the sight of them passed out on the floor, the glow of the sunrise illuminating only their sleeping faces, or else a murmuring trio of hushed voices in the middle of the night.

Soon, however, you began to notice the way Joel’s eyes seemed to trail on you, often catching his hardened gaze in yours. Still, he rarely spoke to you and when he did, he mostly just grunted a “hullo” or asked if your father was around.

But you suspected that he noticed you.

Especially when your old clothes got too tight, hugging your skin and leaving little to the imagination. You observed his breath hitching the very first time he saw you in a skirt.

So, naturally, you played into it. You started sneaking downstairs in the morning wearing only a t-shirt and your underwear, feigning innocence at the way (you imagined) he tried, hard, not to look at your ass as you sauntered back up to your room.

Sometimes, you bumped into him on the streets of the QZ. You’d loop your arm around his broad bicep, wide-eyed, gazing up at him through your eyelashes and asking why he hadn’t dropped by to say hello recently. Causing him to tense beneath your hands always felt electrifying; the restraint in his grumbled “soon” always felt like a victory.

When it was dark out and he, Tess, and your dad shared a drink together on the dusty-old-living-room-couch, you made sure to lock eyes with him, taking in the danger lurking in them. He’d look away, leaning back casually and adjusting his jeans.

But—it was always innocent.

It was a game you played with yourself; one you weren’t even sure he was in on. Life in the QZ got dull, and there were only so many good-looking men your age that your dad’s work allowed you to see.

Sometimes, when business was good, your old man got his hands on an extra shipment of liquor, inviting all of his favourite bandits in the Zone and throwing a “party” in one of the run-down, less monitored buildings. You did yourself up as best as you knew how to, shared a flask with your friends and flirted with young smugglers.

It was seedy, but it was fun.

Joel was always there, usually asking around for parts or looking to cut deals. Usually, he drank and stayed out of your way.

Once, however, after being extremely irresponsible with your consumption, you found yourself alone with Andy, a young FEDRA guard (working for your side, of course), slurring your words and stumbling on your feet. He was good-looking in a boyish way and handsy to high heavens. You vaguely remembered his insistence on taking you back to his place and the feel of his wet lips against yours. You clearly remembered hearing a gruff, “Get off,”—Joel’s baritone echo taking you both by surprise. Andy’s head swung to find Miller’s looming form in the doorway; he immediately tore his hands from your body and scampered off. You were alone with Joel, his expression a mask of rage and contempt tinged with—could it have been—jealousy?

After that, it was all bits and pieces of blurred images and sounds. Big hands pulled you into strong arms; your feet were lifted from the ground. You retained flashes of drunken faces smiling and jeering at you as you were carried away from the festivities—then it was dilapidated hallways, the jangling of keys fumbling with a lock, and finally, the ceiling above your bed as Joel gently set you down. Even now, you could clearly picture the way his eyes traveled along your exposed skin as he stood, arms crossed, at the edge of the bed.

Sitting up, fixing your drunken, playful eyes to look deeply into his, you slurred, “Got a bit jealous?”

He said nothing. He only held your gaze and crossed his arms, the muscles beneath flexing and relaxing in rhythm with the motion.

“C’mon Joel,” you teased him, “so serious, all the time. I was fine.”

Now that had an effect.

He growled, “one more minute with that asshole…” and shook his head, his words trailing off as he fought the urge to take your bait. “Just go to sleep. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

He turned, heading towards the door. Perhaps the excess liquor made you reckless or Andy’s kisses left you wanting—either way, you needed to push the limits with Joel. You needed him to stay, to turn around and play your game.

“I could thank you now, if you want.”

He stopped in his tracks, his head slowly turning to the side. Your blood burned in your veins, both from the alcohol and from the tension pulsing between you and him in that darkened room. He paused for a moment and it felt like a lifetime—laid on the bed, watching his shoulders move with every breath he took. He flexed a hand, something he often did when he was around you.

Finally, he spoke.

“Go to sleep.”

And with that, he shut off the light and left the room, closing the door behind him.

So, you decided it was probably all in your head. Maybe the looks and the tension and the teasing were just part of a one-sided game you played with yourself. Still, you couldn’t help thinking about the strain in his voice when he ordered you to bed or the anger that went beyond disdain and contempt at the sight of Andy’s hands exploring your body. You regularly reminisced about the events of that night, most often without meaning to. Most often alone, between the hours of one and three AM, sneaking a guilty hand down between your thighs.

That was the last time Joel had interacted with you.

At least before tonight.

—

NOW,

Joel stands between Tess and a seedy looking short guy you’ve never seen before, clearly not paying attention to whatever the two of them are hashing out. Tensions are low, which makes Joel look comically out of place. He lifts a silver flask to his lips.

The chatter of people talking and laughing fills the narrow, dusty space—from somewhere down the hall, you hear your father’s booming laugh. You’re finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on whatever your peers are gushing on about. The warmth in your stomach and the buzz under your skin from whatever liquor finds its way into your cup brings you back to the last time you’d seen Joel at one of these get-togethers.

“Can’t believe Miller comes to these things,” one such peer—a bandit in training, your good friend Emma—remarks. “Weird seeing him… well, not relaxed but… not stressed.”

You laugh. “I know, right. When he’s passed out, I don’t even recognize him. Looks completely different without his signature scowl.”

She turns away from him, focusing her attention instead on you. “Right,” she says, “I forgot him and your dad…” She trails off, her expression changing as her interests do, as well.

Emma suddenly smirks at you. “Does he sleep naked?” she asks, mischievous. This piques the interest of the others paying attention to your conversation, who subsequently tune in to hear your answer.

You smile, shaking your head. “No,” you respond, keeping your voice low. “Fully clothed—with his gun in hand.”

Emma’s eyes settle back on Joel as her smile fades. The other delinquents go back to their respective conversations. “Such a shame,” she says, wistfully. “I’d bet a month’s rations that his dick is huge.”

You giggle at that and she passes you the flask. You take a big swig, heat blooming across your tongue as the whiskey burns down your throat.

He catches you staring—his eyes darken when he notices the drink in your hand. Smiling innocuously at him, you wave your fingers in an extremely girlish greeting gesture. He raises his thick eyebrows, unimpressed.

A familiar figure interrupts your silent conversation.

“Hey,” Andy says, his voice unsure and subdued.

“Hey.”

He looks rumpled and flushed, as though recent weeks had not been kind to him. Andy’s not-brown-not-blonde hair hangs limp around his crown, mirroring the defeated air his stature gives off. Despite the near foot he has on you, he seems ironically small.

He runs a nervous hand through his hair. “Look,” he tries, awkwardly stuffing his fingers in his pockets, “I’m sorry about last time. I was really drunk and I don’t really remember what I said, but I know it wasn’t cool.”

You scoff. “I don’t really think it was so much what you said, Andy,” you respond playfully. After all, you know he meant no harm. Drunk people get horny, and you had both been very drunk. “Don’t worry about it. No hard feelings,” you add.

That’s when, from over Andy’s shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Joel’s expression. Pure disapproval. Cold, ruthless contempt burns in his eyes.

“At least not from me.”

Andy turns around slowly, following your eye-line. By the time he clues in to who you’re referring to, Joel’s already looked away, turning his attention to the still-ongoing conversation between Tess and the stranger.

“Right,” Andy says, wincing. “He’s been giving me a hard time on the streets.”

“Don’t sweat over Miller,” Emma interjects casually. “He gives everyone a hard time.”

Once again, you find yourself distracted from the conversation, focussing on a different man in the room. Why should he get to decide when you get to be wild? What business does he have protecting you from other guys? After all, Joel Miller is not your father.

It frustrates you that he keeps pretending not to notice your stare. It frustrates you that he keeps his head ducked, feigning interest in the deal being made beside him. Taking in his size, the salt-and-pepper of his hair, and the fierce angle of his jaw, you steal another swig from the flask, wiping the excess off your lips.

It emboldens you.

Leaning up on your tippy-toes, you muster up your most sensual tone, whispering softly in Andy’s ear: “Let me make it up to you.”

You pull back to catch his look of disbelief, his pouty pink lips parting slightly as he struggles to locate his words. Grabbing his hand in yours, you nod your head to the right, wordlessly encouraging him to take you down the hall. He obeys without a sound.

You quickly shove the flask back into Emma’s hand.

“Save some for after,” you plead, and she shakes her head, tossing you an exaggerated eye-roll.

You lock eyes with Joel momentarily before you’re pulled down the hall, satisfaction leaking from your gaze—you’re not quite sure why. You break away, ignoring the non-verbal warning in his stare.

Who cares what he thinks, anyways?

You wind up in a run-down, dim-lit room, empty save for an old desk. Andy pins you against the wall as soon as the door creaks to a close behind you, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy, tipsy kiss. His hands travel south to grab your ass and you respond by wrapping your arms around his neck. Things heat up—his clumsy fingers brush the fabric over your breasts and you dig your hip into the bulge beneath his denim.

It’s not that you want Andy. Frankly? It could be anyone. None of the boys you hang out with really interest you beyond being potential partners for youthful experimentation—which is exactly what Andy is to you. In all likelihood, that’s not what you are to him.

Oh well. Those are morning thoughts.

Andy’s hands snake under your shirt, the pads of his fingertips creeping up to your breasts.

The door slams open.

Andy basically leaps off of you, a horrified expression settling on his features as he registers the identity of the intruder—as history repeats itself.

“Out,” Joel orders through gritted teeth, holding the door open for the boy to walk through. Andy practically sprints free—without risking a goodbye, without uttering a “sir, yes sir.”

You sigh once you and Joel are alone, adjusting your clothing and casually leaning back against the wall.

“Okay, Joel,” you say, exasperation coating your words. “What’s this all about.”

Wordlessly, he closes the door and locks the handle. His movements are slow, precise, and calculated—butterflies erupt in your stomach.

He approaches you, leaning one hand against the wall behind your head and using a pair of thick, callused fingers to tilt your head up. He smells like sandalwood and hard liquor; he smells like a man. Electricity crackles throughout your entire being.

The touch of his hand on your face drains every last drop of your boldness.

“I think,” he grumbles out, his voice low, gravelly, dangerous, “You know exactly what this is about.”

You swallow, focussing all your energy on holding his severe gaze. Between your thighs, your nerves begin to pulse, responding to his proximity with enthusiasm.

“No, I really don’t,” you respond, mustering up some confidence from god-knows-where to render your tone convincing.

He scowls. “S’lil’ game you’re playin’,” he mutters softly, coolly. “Comin’ downstairs half-naked, clingin’ onto me in public when you know I can’t do anything…”

He shakes his head, his grip on your jaw tensing slightly.

This time, when he speaks, his tone is hoarse. “What are you tryin’ to get out of it?”

A smile creeps onto your face at the anguish in his voice.

So you hadn’t imagined it. Joel had been in on it from the start.

You look up at him with big, sultry eyes, taunting him. There’s no point in avoiding the truth anymore—you want joel. And you’ve never really been the type to not go for what you want.

In this moment, you’re willing to risk anything to have Joel do something, anything to you.

Wicked innocence drips off your every word as you purr, “Whatever you’ve been dying to give me, Joel.”

You watch your answer take effect. A vein in his jaw twitches—lust floods his eyes.

In a flash, you’re facing the wall with both hands pinned above your head by one much larger, much stronger hand. Joel’s weight presses against you, pinning you in place.

“That right, angel?” Joel challenges under his breath as his other hand explores your chest, grabbing roughly at your breasts. “Want me to show you what I’ve had in mind?”

His hand travels towards your underwear, sliding down your front in a tantalizing motion; you moan before his fingers even brush your most sensitive spot.

“I do, Joel,” you moan, desperate for his touch. The feel of his chest against your spine is intoxicating, your mind goes blank at the sensation of his cock pressed against your ass.

Joel’s index and middle fingers find your clit, rubbing torturous circles around the throbbing bud. His thumb presses into your skin, anchoring his hand in place.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he groans. “Wonder what your dad’d say if he knew his lil’ girl was soakin’ wet for this cock.”

He slips a finger inside you, curling it up, making your mouth gape open in a silent ah and your eyebrows crease together. “You think of me when you’re touchin’ this pretty pussy?” Gasping and struggling against his hold, you nod enthusiastically, overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you.

“Please,” you whisper, wanting more, more, more.

“Manners,” he growls, tightening his grasp on your wrists. “Please, Joel,” he corrects, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, his palm flattened and working against your swollen clit.

“Please-please, Joel,” you gasp out, throwing your head back against the crook of his shoulder. He leans forward, laying a soft kiss in the delicate nook of your neck. Then, he’s releasing you, pulling his fingers out and taking a step back.

He gestures to the desk.

“Facedown, sweetheart.”

You obey, stumbling over to it and laying your chest against the cold wood. It stings and you shiver.

Joel fumbles with his belt and then he’s behind you, unzipping his fly and pulling his length out. With your cheek laid against the desk, you get a perfect view of him towering over you, a dark God, holding his cock in his hand.

Emma had been right.

“You gotta be quiet,” he warns, before flipping up your skirt. He groans at the sight of your ass, roughly grabbing one cheek and squeezing it—hard.

“I will be,” you whine, desperate to take him in.

He chuckles, pulling down your dripping panties, letting them fall to your ankles. His tip runs between your folds, teasing your clit in tormenting strokes. You whine and moan, “Joel-s’good,” responding to every brush of his tip.

“You’re needy,” he says, gruffly.

He pushes his cock deep into your cunt, settling every inch of himself inside you.

“I like needy.”

You gasp at the sting and the pleasure and the fullness, unable to control yourself. Joel is huge—your walls wrap tightly around him as he pulls out near-completely before snapping his hips against your ass, filling you up to the brim again. You cry out as he holds your arms in place, setting a rhythm, grabbing you just as roughly as he fucks you.

“Joel,” you moan loudly before a large hand slaps over your lips.

“Shut up,” he growls.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you give yourself to him entirely, cravenly grinding against his hips.

“Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on my cock,” he taunts. “Takin’ it so good, pretty girl.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room, dirty and filthy and hot.

Joel’s fingers muffle your moans of abandonment, every “fuck,” “yes,” and “thank you,” coming out simply as “mmm.”

“This what you fuckin’ wanted?” he asks gruffly, leaning a hand next to your head and bending forward to loom over you. “Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age?”

The angle allows him to push even more of his length inside you, causing you to squirm pathetically against his hips. His fingers dig into your cheeks as he adds, “That right, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly, your eyes growing heavy, filling with abandon.

He looses a hollow laugh. “Needy lil’ thing,” he breathes, tangling his fingers in your hair. “With a needy lil’ pussy.”

Freeing your mouth, he throws his head back, straightening out and bringing both hands to your circle your waist. Now, he fucks you fast and brutally, his breath coming heavy and hard. With every stroke, Joel’s tip grazes your inner most sensitive spot, causing sheer ecstasy to radiate throughout your core.

“Come inside me, Joel,” you beg. “Come in me—please.”

Joel groans sinfully. “Can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Fluttering waves ripple from your cunt down your legs, threatening to take you over the edge.

“Joel,” you half-sob, “I’m gonna-”

He slows down, thrusting into you in great, harsh strokes, well-versed in the art of bringing a woman to climax. You cry out as your orgasm tears through you, unable to form words or thoughts or anything beyond “Joel,” “Ohmygod,” and “yes-yes-yes.”

“S’it baby,” he coaxes. “Come aaalll over my cock.”

Your walls clench around him, your pussy just as desperate as you are to keep him tucked inside you.

He exhales shakily, grabbing fistfuls of your ass in his hands.

“Fuck it,” he groans, thrusting faster inside you. “M’gonna fill you up.” Your eyes are still rolled to the back of your head, your hands desperately searching for something to grasp onto. His cock swells inside you, tensing up between your walls as his seed spills out between them—he comes with an “oh fuck” and a final, brutal stroke.

You lie still for a moment, listening to the sound of your ragged breathing harmonizing with Joel’s. He runs a massive hand along your arm, his touch suddenly delicate, revering.

“You’d better fuckin’ pray I can find the pill for you tomorrow,” he says finally, his husky voice both amazed and amused.

Lifting your chest off the table, you slowly flip around, perching on the edge to face him as he reorganizes his clothes, pulling his boxers up and tugging at his fly. He looks so handsome between your knees, with his hair slightly disheveled and his shirt all rumpled.

“Get extra,” you coo, your breath still uneven, your thoughts still bungled. You run a slight hand devotedly down his plaid shirt, marvelling at the pleasure the proximity brings you.

He laughs low, shaking his head. “S’was a one-time deal, angel,” he says with a smile. He finishes doing up his belt and leans both his hands on the table, his nose just centimeters away from your own. “Can’t be caught fuckin’ my associates’ daughters—bad for business,” he adds, pulling your underwear back up your thighs. You adjust yourself and pout at him, playfully.

“You didn’t like it?” you ask, pretend-innocence soaking your tone.

He smiles softly. “I liked it too much,” he responds. “S’why it can’t happen again.”

You raise your eyebrows defiantly. “Well, I’m not gonna make it easy on you, Miller.”

He slowly straightens up, offering you a hand as you scoot off the desk. Your legs feel shaky, but his hold anchors you in place.

“M’countin’ on that.”

With that said, he gestures for you to leave the room, following closely behind you. He opens the door and you peer into the hallway, making note of its emptiness before stepping out. Joel exits soon after, taking off in the opposite direction. You catch him looking back at you, a dazed, hungry look still lingering on his expression.

It makes you smile.

Later that night, you find Emma and Joel finds Tess. You’re back to your side of the divide and he’s back to his.

It’s as though nothing ever happened.

“Hey, check it out,” Emma remarks. “Miller actually looks, like, chilled-out,” she slurs loudly.

You smile knowingly, nodding in agreement.

“‘Guess he found a way to blow off steam.”

She gives you a quick, faded nod before becoming absorbed in something else. It doesn’t bother you. You’re also absorbed in something else: lost in thought, consumed by the lingering echoes and traces of Joel’s skin on yours.

When you catch his eye from across the room, you can tell that his thoughts are haunted by the very same thing.

This was no longer an innocent game.

It was a dirty secret.

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Read part 2: Pretty When You Cry

Read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman (Let Me Hold You Like a Baby)

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