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"you're so fuckin' selfish" ellie groans into your mouth.

"mm? you're the one who dragged me in here" you shudder as you urge guide ellie's hips against the door of the storage closet.

"two things can be true at once" ellie retorts.

"but selfish? how many times have i made you come without asking for anything in return?" you hiss against the plush of her lips.

her eyes meet yours as she speaks; "so i'm just a pity fuck to you then?" you reciprocate her gaze, fingertips feathering across the freckles on her cheeks. "of course not" you look at her with faux sincerity, "you know when you surpass boredom and teeter towards where you'd rather walk across dirty needles than wallow in mindless agitation for a second longer?" you pause before continuing, smiling, like you know you've won this:

"that's me when we fuck."

"oh, fuck you" ellie spits. "you act so above it, but then you're fuckin' begging to see me at 2 in the morning" she drags out each syllable like she's trying to emphasise your existential desperation.

with that you crash your lips against hers—all open mouth and teeth.

ellie licks into your mouth, it's sultry, messy and fucking disgusting with the way you bite her bottom lip and she whimpers into your mouth, allowing you to swallow the noise she's so generously given you.

you grab her jaw, and lick down her throat before your teeth graze her neck, marking the pale freckles that litter her skin. ellie whines, and it’s almost hard not to scoff at her fickanlity. how can a person so devoid of human competence suddenly submit to someone so easily, given the right provocation?

your hands migrate from her jaw and slide down to the belt loop of her jeans, your fingers curl around it and draw her hips impossibly closer to your own. ellie meets your eyes and nods, and that's enough for you to unbutton her dark-wash jeans and glide your fingertips down to her soaked underwear.

your fingers slide against her slick, letting ellie feel the touch that sticks to the heat of her slit before allowing her to feel more. you trace higher and she shudders. "don't be a bitch, just-" collapsing into your shoulder before she can finish her sentence—you want to tell her how she would benefit from a backbone, and you almost do, until you cut yourself off with a whimper, and you recoil at the action.

your fingers trek lower until they're curling inside of her and she's clenching around you.

her thighs twitch and she's about to tell you how fucking close she is before your hand retreats and you wipe your drenched fingers on your jeans.

"fuck you" ellie spits.

you look at her—mock earnestly; "you're right, i am selfish." you say, turning around and leaving her there undone to get herself off.

contradicting your entire relationship.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you've known since you were young; the both of you coming from elite houses—the rivalry between the two of you stemming from the prestigious shooting competitions in which the two of you competed against one another in.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who is the number one rule abiding student; the most obnoxiously pristine uniform—never seen without her blazer and tie done up, while paired with the school appropriate socks. literally always doing the absolute most.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who always has something to say; whether its critiquing your uniform choices or scrutinizing your etiquette, she will never skip out on an opportunity to shit on your day whenever she can.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you once bitch slapped after she claimed that "your house was not significant enough for a seat on the council" all for the entirety of your sophomore biology class to witness.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who took the rivalry to an entirely new wavelength during your senior year upon discovering that you both aimed to study the same major once high school was over. competing for summer internships, unnecessary debates during class, fighting to see who could achieve acceptance to the most awfully pretentious university on early entry—it was unhinged.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who genuinely lost her mind when she saw you in that lecture hall during the beginning of your first semester at university.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who has little to no friends due to her "entitlement" or the fact that she believes shes "better than everybody else because shes a councilors daughter." at least that is what your peers say. in all reality shes just really socially awkward.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you thought the same about—until your second semester when your professor paired the both of you together for a research proposal.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you unwillingly received texts like this from—while working on said proposal:

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you realised had depth to her when she confessed to you, that she had no plans to follow her mothers legacy by taking her houses council seat. instead—studying to become a civil rights lawyer, while working on your research proposal.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you got significantly closer to after the shared realisation that, perhaps, things between the two of you could've been different if not for the both of your parents unwavering academic pressure—which had ultimately pitted you against one another throughout your adolescence.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you would meet to study, occasionally drink and engage in some well-placed shit talking with every friday evening. a tradition that felt oddly easy with someone who was usually so incompetent when complying with.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you subsequently hooked up with during one of these friday nights. (which was never mentioned between the two of you again).

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who never dared to discuss said hookup until some time later, when it happened a second time..

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"never have i ever—" ellie looks at you, straight faced, fully serious. "oh fuck off, are you twelve?" you shoot back, trying to stifle a giggle. you pass her the shitty bottle of rum the two of you had swiped from joel while downstairs moments before. ellies space patterned bedsheets crinkle beneath her lap as she takes a swig of the liquor. her face scrunches at the harsh taste, and you notice yourself watching in silent endearment, something that is not an uncommon occurrence for you.

"fine—" you look at her intently, barely long enough for it to mean anything. barely long enough for her to notice. at least, thats what you tell yourself. what you've been telling yourself. "never have i ever.." you make an over exaggerated show of pondering as you pretend to think. "never have i ever been caught by my father looking at—you know what, im actually not going to recount it..however i am confident you can fill in the blanks—" ellie rolls her eyes, as you continue whatever monologue you've prepared for her. "while being at a family dinner." you make sure to emphasise each word as you attempt to hold back a laugh that threatens to spill out from your chest.

"yeah, no, its not funny if you're the only one laughing," ellie grumbles, trying to make an effort to look entirely unamused. "also—" she starts, apparently not done, "you can't say things you know i've already done." you catch her gaze, "well—shall i try again?" you tease. "uh, no, dickhead its my go" she says in turn. "okay, so stop whining and get on with it then." you say, stealing the bottle from her grasp.

you drink from the bottle, grimacing as the taste refuses to improve. "never have i ever been a pretentious asshole." ellie says, looking almost proud with her question. you smile at her, amused, and ask, "define pretentious." ellie glares at you, although there is no real malice in the action. "unfortunately, that doesn't answer my question" she retorts, as she leans impossibly closer, you could almost taste the liquor on her breath—a contradiction, given that the two of you were already practically sitting on top of each other.

the bottle, now getting awfully close to being three-quarters empty, rested at the curve of your smile as you bring it closer to your lips for another sip. you lean back, offering a sliver of distance between you both. the motion causes your shirt to ride up, allowing for a glimpse of your laced underwear to peak above the waistband of your jeans. too subtle to be an invitation, yet too deliberate for it to feel unintentional. feigning innocence, you pretend not to notice the way ellies gaze trails down from your face to your torso. her hand wraps around yours, gently loosening the bottle from your grip before bringing it to her lips for a swig of the liquor.

"ellie—" you look at her as you begin to steady yourself, the hum of alcohol becoming more prominent. you move closer, continuing whatever you had begun to say. "you're staring." you announce, like she wasn't already aware. theres a beat of charged silence before she responds—"am i?" she says, attempting to convey ignorance, but the implications are still laid out in front of you both.

you sigh, "you're impossible", and with that ellie looks at you—the atmosphere swims with something inescapable; adoration? love? desire? devotion? whatever it is, ellie smiles regardless, a look that could almost be catagorised as hesitancy before she speaks. "i think you like it" she says. "and i think you're drunk." you say in return. takes one to no one.

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"mfph—shit baby" you all but sighed into the kiss, vi kissed you back lazily, the almost groans slipping from her lips every now and again. you felt your girlfriends hands sneak to the small of your back, drawing you in closer; hips flushed against one another.

you had both simultaneously agreed to go to sleep a little bit ago. nevertheless vi had slipped a hand under your sleep shirt while the two of you nuzzled into each other, a calloused fingertip gliding closer and closer to the curve of your breast, the night air kissing your pebbled nipples.

that's how you ended up here—unhurriedly kissing, tangled up together in one another's arms, sleep slowly pulling you both under.

"fuck me—mmh! shit" you whined as vi pulled your hips impossibly closer to her own, grinding down against you both. she swore she could feel your pussy throb through your night shorts. "so good for me. my sweet girl." vi licked into your mouth, kisses becoming more hazy with each passing moment, refusing to surrender to the feeling of sleep. "mmph!" you moan, syncing the movements of your hips along with vi, as she gyrates her hips into you're clit just right. you try to stifle another moan, embarrassed by how quickly you've worked yourself up—attempt failed, vi graciously swallowing the breath of sound you let out into her mouth.

vi pulls at your waist, urging you down, rocking you against her. she flexes the muscles at her thighs hitting your clit perfectly. "fuck—fuck!" you whimper. "do you need me to make you come baby?" she asks you sincerely, no hint of tease or taste of malice in her question. "m so tired, i don't wanna move", you answer. "won't have to sweet girl. just let me do the work, k?" she responds, you nod, lips so adorably swollen from the way you feverishly kissed moments prior.

vi traces a hand down your sleep shorts, brushing her fingertips over your dampened panties. you shudder at the contact, involuntarily bucking your hips into her palm. "easy baby, i've got you" she whispers into your collar bone, lips grazing over your throat. she flattens her thumb, pressing into the wetness evident on your underwear, rubbing soft circles over your clit, hidden beneath the fabric. "vi, i need more—please" you whine into her mouth, still kissing with greedy intent. with that vi slips a hand down your panties, running a fingertip up and down your slit, catching any slick that she comes by.

you moan, her fingers slipping lower and lower, until it reaches your pulsing entrance. "this still okay baby?" she questions. like your answer would've been no—still grateful for the gesture, you nod at her—eager. "i need words baby" she says, "mhm! yeah." is all you can manage to get out.

permission granted, she slips a finger into you, completely drenched and under the influence of such little touch to. you're almost embarrassed, though vi finds it endearing how easy it is to get you worked up.

with one comes two, stretching you out. "mmph!" you whimper into her mouth, still kissing your girlfriend. "that feel good sweet girl?" fuck. you only manage to let out slight whimpers—laced with sleep in response. she curls two fingers, still inside of you and your hips involuntarily buck into her palm in an attempt to urge her further inside of you. her palm grazing the peak of your clit with every thrust of her fingers, building delicious friction.

"v-vi" is all you can mutter out, her fingers relentlessly hitting that spot that makes you seethe with pleasure. "that's it princess, just let it happen." vi says, lulling you through the overwhelming sense of ecstasy. you feel your orgasm begin to bubble deep in your core, threatening to spill over—"c-close" you utter into her neck.

hips thrashing into her palm, pulling her in impossibly deeper as she continues to work you through it. vi presses her fingers right into you, curling perfectly against your g-spot, and that being all it took for your orgasm to bubble over.

you grab onto her wrist, keeping her inside to ensure that she won't pull away as you come. "that's it baby, just feel into it" she reassures as you ride out the last of your peak. vi gently slides her fingers out, wrapping her lips around them—sucking her fingers clean and you almost ask if she wants to go again.

the both of you satisfied as you settle back into her arms, submitting to the sleep that continues pull you both under. "mmph— love you baby" you hear vi murmur into your hair as she gets comfortable. you kiss behind her ear, to tired to utter out any actual words. a small gesture but it tells her everything she needs to know.