lena

"baby, wake up, please." ellie whined in your ear, grinding her hips against your ass from behind, slipping her hand under your shirt. you barely stirred at the feeling of your girlfriend groping your tit, sleepily mumbling a "go back to sleep, el"

the poor girl whimpered at the denial, burying her face in your neck from behind. ellie squeezed one of your boobs with her eyes squeezed shut, wanting you awake so bad, but she didn't want to be denied again.

then she remembered a conversation the two of you had a while ago, about using each other in your sleep. she knew you were okay with it... so it'd be fine, right?

ellie was nervous about it, her hand tentatively leaving your shirt to toy with the waistband of your shorts, the tip of her middle finger underneath the stretchy material.

her lips parted to nip at a spot under your ear, trying to relax as her hand slid down further into your pants, tugging at the subtle lace on the edge of your panties. ellie tucked her fingers under it to make contact with your folds, trying not to pout when she found your pussy dry. knew it was irrational to pout over it, you were sleeping, but she realized that she wished your pussy was always wet for her.

your brows furrowed in your sleep when her middle finger dragged through your folds before settling on your clit, but you didn't stir. her finger rubbed small circles on your clit, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her hips rubbing up against your ass in a pathetic search for friction.

"babe... want you..." she whimpered, her finger sliding down from your clit to your entrance, gathering the little wetness on her finger so she could slide it inside you. your face scrunched up, your walls squeezing her finger, as if subconsciously trying to push her out.

ellie pouted faintly, starting to pump her finger in and out of your pussy. she heard you whine in your sleep at the invasion, squirming a little bit against her. she pushed you onto your stomach, her hand leaving your shorts to just pull them down entirely, along with your underwear, baring your ass to her.

you barely moved when your girlfriend shifted you, nor when she slipped her middle and ring fingers inside you. she laid on your back, pressing her face between your shoulder blades as her fingers started to become increasingly rougher.

you groaned when she moved rougher, your cunt squeezing around her digits. ellie pressed a kiss to your skin, trying to coax you awake. her efforts had finally started to work, because your eyes were fluttering open within a few moments. "ellie? what are you doing?" you said groggily, mind being slow to catch up with your body. a gasp left your mouth when her fingers pressed against your g-spot, turning your head in an effort to look at her. "ellie."

she whined in response, pressing her mouth to the spot below your ear. "m'sorry, needed you so bad. needed this pussy." she murmured, her voice more of a whimper than anything else.

your mouth fell open in a silent moan, raising your hips to push back against her fingers. "ellie... i'm so close." ellie just whimpered, her fingers curling inside you and her thumb slipping through your folds to rub your clit, groaning when your walls clamped down around her fingers with the force of your orgasm.

ellie felt dizzy when she felt you cum around her fingers, pulling them out of you after you'd come down from your high, lifting them to her mouth to suck the digits clean.

but now that you were awake and more alert, you were a little annoyed with her for waking you. but you couldn't find it in you to punish her, instead pushing her onto her back, pinning her down against the mattress. "such a needy girl." you murmured, smiling when her head lifted up to kiss you, your head pulling back out of her reach.

your girlfriend just frowned, the little quirk so cute that you decided to take pity on her, leaning down to capture her lips with yours. ellie hummed happily into it, her hands finding your waist and just holding you above her. "want you."

your lips left hers to press against her cheek, then her nose. "sit on my face then." you whispered, pulling away to watch the red spread on her cheeks and nose. the poor, needy girl looked dazed at the command, making you smile even wider when she nodded absentmindedly.

her hand went to your shoulder, nudging you to lay back against the bed, and you willingly went. she reached down to tug her pants and boxers down, leaving them at the end of the bed, then crawling up your body so her knees were on either side of your head, her soaked pussy just inches away from your lips.

you couldn't help but moan at the sight. shit, she really liked fucking you in your sleep, huh?

ellie gasped when she felt your hands curl around her thighs, pulling her down to latch your mouth to her clit. her fingers sank into your hair almost immediately, keeping your head in place as her hips bucked against your mouth. your eyes were fixed on her face as your tongue slipped into her hole, watching her mouth fall open, grinding down against the soft muscle.

ellie got so close so quickly, riding your mouth like you were nothing but a toy, chasing her orgasm. one of your hands reached up into her shirt to squeeze one of her tits, toying with her nipple piercing. her hand clamped over yours, keeping your hand against her chest as loud moans and whimpers spilled from her mouth, her hips moving faster against your tongue.

her pussy clamped down around your tongue, gushing into your mouth with shaking thighs, slumping forwards from her orgasm. you lapped at her cunt to work her through it, smiling against her when she shivered and tried to get off you.

you helped her lay back down, and she immediately snuggled up against your side, making you giggle as your arms circled around her. "we've gotta clean up, el."

she just smiled at the sound of your giggle, pressing her face in the crook of your neck, muttering a lazy response. "in a minute, baby."

ellie loved how you reacted to waking up with her knuckles deep inside you, and she knew she'd be doing it again very soon.

dragging your sticky cunt over the hard ridges of her abs, your thighs squeezing her sides as her veiny hands guide your hips back and forth, blunt nails digging into your plush skin. she’s such a goddamn tease; occasionally thrusting upwards to catch you off guard, making you whimper, your clit mashing into the thin thatch of hair at her navel. she has a vice-like grip on you, totally in control, so that even if you wanted to stop, you wouldn’t be able to. and you best believe she makes you go until you physically can’t anymore.

your pussy is drooling all over her, her stomach shining with your slick. it’s the hottest thing ever to her. she slides one hand down from your hip to your mound, tracing over your folds, dipping down to tease your empty hole — touching you everywhere except the one place you really need her. and once she’s satisfied that she’s helped you enough, she folds her arms behind her head and demands that you work for it now; that you put in the effort. the simple command makes you cry out, your hands flying up to rest on her shoulders as you roll your hips faster, chasing your release. so close yet so far.

“fucking come on,” ellie rasps out, gritting her teeth as she watches you rub your pussy raw on her abs. “take what you need. filthy fucking girl. you’re a fucking mess — look at you. yeah, rub that pussy over me. rub that slutty cunt all over me.”

your hips begin to stutter as you beg her to touch you, to help you, to do anything to relieve that ache in your cunt. and ellie’s not a complete monster. you’ve been good so far, doing what she’s told you, so she thinks you deserve a little reward. ♡ she gropes at your ass with one hand, kneading the soft flesh in her rough palm, and thrums at your clit with the other. a sigh of relief leaves your lips, but it quickly turns into a gasp when ellie suddenly smacks your ass and growls at you to keep fucking going.

“didn’t say you could fucking stop,” she grunts, voice thick with arousal, nails digging crescent moons into your ass cheek. “you’re not stopping ‘till you cum.”

she drags you over her faster now, pressing you down impossibly harder, your hole clenching desperately around nothing each time it slides over her abs. ellie’s breathing is heavy, so she’s not completely unaffected by this. she’s clearly getting off to it too. the feeling of your sticky pussy against her skin, so hot and wet, is enough to send her over the edge too. and then, she begins bouncing you, as if you’re riding her strap instead of her abs. the friction is delicious, the hardness against your pussy amazing.

your jaw goes slack as your eyes roll all the way back, even more slick dripping out of you until it’s rolling down ellie’s sides, wetting her torso. you’re both a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs. ellie’s own pussy clenches around nothing too, her grip tightening on you as those sweet sounds you let out send vibrations straight through her core; “ah! ah! ah! oh my god, oh my god— mmm, f-fuck yeah— oh, fuck me, ellie! right there, yeeees! fuuuuck—”

she’s panting and grunting at this point, muttering strained “fuck yeah”’s and “come on, baby”’s to you, palming and grabbing at your ass cheeks, rubbing and slapping at your swollen clit. in your bliss, your hands unknowingly creep up to your girlfriend’s neck, fingers wrapping loosely around it, thumbs pressing into her jaw. ellie groans out loud, clit throbbing, and when you inadvertently squeeze her neck at the same time that your thighs lock around her torso, she cums, soaking through both her boxers and her sleep shorts.

you’re following shortly after, your back going ramrod and your entire body shaking before you’re spurting all over ellie’s stomach. your cum dribbles down her happy trail, dipping into her v-line, stopping only at the waistband of her ruined shorts, your hole spasming around her abs, your hands flexing and un-flexing around her neck. and you don’t even realise it; don’t even realise what you just did to your girlfriend. how you just made her practically see god himself.

there’s finger-shaped bruises seared into your hips and nail marks dug into your ass when ellie finally lets you go, though she continues grinding her abs up into your sensitive cunt just to see you squirm. with shaky legs, you slide down her abdomen and settle right onto her lap, where you can feel how she’s soaked through her shorts. when it hits you that she’s orgasmed just from that, a shiver runs up your spine. your cum stands out in contrast against her skin, a red line around her neck where your hands were, her face flushed and sweat-beaded. everything is so fucking hot.

it’s a long moment before you finally roll off of her, watching as she dips her fingers into your gooey release slowly drying on her abs and spreads it all over stomach. and then, with your cum stringing her fingers together like glue, ellie turns to you with a lazy, fucked-out grin that says it all. yeah — you’re definitely doing that again.

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"oh, really, doll?" it was an innocent conversation at first, you swore it was. you really don't know how it wound up with you bent over, face down ass up in your bed. your dearest friend, vi, right behind you. pounding into you. "it's frustrating," you said. "i can never cum from somebody just fucking me. no guy even knows that the clit exists either." you had been around vi enough to confide in her, even with your most intimate stories and complaints. what you didn't know is that by saying that, you inadvertantly challenged her.

"fuck, vi, wait--" you gasp, hand clumsily reaching behind you, feeling up her hipbone to her hard abs, glistened with sweat. "break. break. break." she had been plowing into you for what felt like hours now. realistically, it might only be a few minutes, but it's far longer than any other dude you had a fling with. for a second you wonder what the fuck she's eating to have this sort of stamina, because it sure as hell isn't human. "hurts?" she asked you, tone way too kind and sweet for the position she had you in. "no," you pant. "just... just gimme a sec--" it didn't hurt. quite the opposite-- it felt amazing. like nirvana except maybe ten times filthier. she was pounding you to cloud nine and back and gods, it felt good, but you still hadn't cum. right, she didn't play with your clit once. because she has to prove a point! she doesn't care how long shes gonna spend plowing into you with this goddamn strap, she wants to give you the best orgasm of your life, clit untouched. right now, for somebody that had never done this-- it was torture. a constant build-up, her tip repeatedly kissing the deepest places inside you until you felt like she was in your guts, rubbing against your slick walls, filling you up so good. it was too much, but not enough at the same time.

you didn't know, but she was being tortured too. she silently vowed to herself the moment she manhandled you onto your bed that she would not cum until you did. so, she's just sorta been edging herself for the past, like, seven minutes. may the higher lords of sex bless doggy, because were you to see her face right now, her ego would be destroyed. sweaty, red, nearly teary-eyed.

"want me to sto-"

"no," you answer just a tad too quickly. she cracks an amused huff at that, hands trailing up and down the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh.

"fuck- just- gh!-"

you didn't have to finish the goddamn sentence, because when you were about to, vi has your wrists in her hands, pulling back and slamming forward into you with a guttural growl. it’s harsher, it’s meaner, and it feels so goddamn good.

you don't even realize what's happening until your back presses against her chest. she pulled you up against her, hands still wrapped tightly together as she rut into you. with the closer proximity, her face buried into the crook of your neck. you could hear her panting, groaning, growling with every smack of her hips against yours. oh, and she could hear every little cry that came from you when she rut into that little spot you always found hard to reach.

oh, vi. shit, fuck, fuck me, yes. oh, she's gonna be dreaming about you for a while after this.

"viii!--" you whine, throwing your head back. there it was again, that heat bubbling in your stomach like a boiling pot, ready to boil over. it was stronger. far stronger. your head was fuzzy with the feeling.

"shit, vi-- fuck, fuck, fuck, i think i-"

"close, doll?" she growled. she just barely gives you the time to respond, shuffling a bit so she could angle her hips up, and oh-

"vi!" found it. head first (literally) ramming into that gooey, sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, the good old g. bet none of those guys were able to find it, huh, baby?

she growls into your shoulder when she feels your stubby little nails scratch at her lower abdomen, where she held your wrists back tight. you were close, she was close, she could feel it. perfect.

"vi, wait, shiiit!--" you cry out, but she's not stopping. it's too much to process, unlike anything you've ever felt before. you can feel the pressure building exponentially, your abused little cunt spasming around her cock, clenching so tight she nearly finds it hard to move if it weren't for the drippy slick running down your folds. it's strange, and for a second you're worried with the pressure building in your bladder, only to send shocks up to your clit.

"fuck, shit, it's weird, vi--" your head lolls back against her shoulder, jaw hanging open as you let out wanton cries and babbles.

"it's 'right, baby. jus' let go, come on..." she doesn't know if shes talking to you or herself. but she knows it works--

you finally cum with a dragged out whine of her name (that almost sounded like a scream, to be fair. she's surprised your throat isn't hoarse). you swear you black out for a second, vision going white as you feel like you explode into pleasured little pieces. and--

oh. oh.

the splashing of that milky, yet watery liquid, gushing all over her cock. damn, that's fucking hot. you should see yourself from her point of view. not only does she make you cum, she makes you squirt. vi takes that as enough victory to rut into you until she reaches her own orgasm-- which, to be fair, doesn't take too long since she's been on the edge of cumming for the past few minutes. she buries her face into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut. it still steals a few more whimpers and whines from you--and from her too, but she manages to hide them by biting your shoulder with a grunt.

too weak by both of your highs to keep upright, she ends up sitting back down onto the mattress, letting go of your arms only to wrap her own around your waist, cinching you two closer from behind. her strap has long since slipped out of you, leaving you dripping and empty, but ultimately satisfied.

"enjoy yourself?" you need a few minutes to come to and fro, blinking a few times before you see where vi is looking and look towards the direction, only to see the darkened, wet spot of your own making on you sheets. fuck.

"oh shit, that's--" you sound embarrassed, and she's quick to cut you off.

"it's fine, baby. just glad you enjoyed yourself." she chuckled. gods, she's so sweet when she wants to be. she runs her hands over your sides, kissing your nape.

"but you owe it to me, was that not the best orgasm of your life?" she whispers into your ear, her hand trailing down and down and down, until her ring and middle finger press against your twitchy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you.

"imagine what i could do playing with this pretty thing, though?"

a string of slick followed her tounge as she lifted up from between your thighs. ever since you told her you liked her tounge piercing, shes been showing it off in ways you could’ve never imagined.

from licking ice cream like a damn pornstar to eating you out as filthy as ever. every. fucking. night.

you were proud of her confidence, but holy fuck.

which is how you got in this situation. trapped under her grip, writhing and squirming around as you tried to run from the 4th orgasm she was dragging you towards.

“feels good, hmm?” she whispered brainlessly. “you taste so fuckin good.”

all you could do was whine n babble a train of “yesyesyes”’s, too overstimulated to even speak properly.

she spat down on your pussy as she dug two of her fingers deep in your cunt, flicking her tounge on your clit over and over. it was messy.

dripping onto the silky sheets, a sob was ripped from the back of your throat. you already felt another orgasm coming.

“please.. cant take it v..vi.. you know tha-“ she cut you off with a soft slap to your clit, tutting at your complaints. “you can take it, know you can. just this once for me, pretty.”

vi knew you were close at the way you couldnt stay still for the life of you. her mouth was stuffed full of your juices, dripping down her jaw n chest. it was how she loved eating you out, messy as fuck.

usually, she’d prelong your orgasm, making you wait a good 30 minutes longer but she was feeling nice today. lucky you.

“gonna cum, baby? cum for me. all over my tounge, princess.” her words only made matters worse. your pussy was aching, you were pussy. couldnt take it anymore.

you grabbed at her wrist, squeezing your eyes closed. the fingers fucking into you like a jackhammer welled tears in your eyes. “nnh.. cumming..” you sobbed desperately.

a flood of your sticky, white cum spilt all over her fingers and her mouth. you clawed at the sheet as you keened loudly. she didnt give it up, though. her piercing attacked your clit.

“cant take it vi..! please n..no more..” she laughed at your immediate whining, leaning up from your pussy n licking up your juices from her lips.

through teary worn out eyes, you saw a familiar mischievous look on her face. “one more for me, baby. fives my lucky number.”

you cried out, but you knew she wasnt gonna let you go. you just had to take it for her.

"fuck mama! s-slow downplease-"

if you had a nickel for every time you managed to make abby beg, like genuinely beg for you, you would only have a handful of nickels. as obsessed as she was with you, she was someone who prided herself on maintaining control at all times. it was a rare treat to see her all worked up and desperate (maybe you would get lucky if she was high, but that was a solid maybe), and you engraved the thought in your mind the best you could, knowing damn well this was never happening again..

"nuh uh, birthday girl. let me work, yeah?" you were grinding back against her, bouncing yourself on her strap as you put on a show for her. each movement put an immense amount of pressure on her engorged clit, and she couldn't help but drool at the sight granted to her as she ran her hands up and down your ribs in agony. your pussy was dripping on top of her, trickles of cum staining the silicone attached to her hips.

she swore on her life and everything she loved that she can feel you squeeze around her, your rhythm faltering slightly as you tightened around the base. you had already cum twice, but she always took a bit longer to get there, and you refused to let up until she did. for a second, a split, split, split second, you actually thought that you might've been able to get away with this. yeah, you were definitely going to be punished for it later, but hey! you were feeling good, she was feeling good and that was all that you could register in your cockdrunk mind.

the vibe shifted entirely as you felt her grip on your waist tighten, lifting you off her and turning you around so that you were staring her dead in the eye. despite her flushed cheeks and blown pupils, you could tell that underneath all the lust and desire, she was not pleased. uh-oh.

"who....the actual fuck do you think you are, huh?"

and with that, she began to do what she did best, pumping you up and down like you weighed absolutely nothing. and to her, you truly didn't. her thumb rotated across your clit as you whimpered, the brutal pace making your eyes meet the back of your head.