@gloryyalls

she laughs under her breath, a dumb little sound that makes the chat immediately light up.

leabianwitch: she's so nervous it’s cute omg elliewhore: QUEEN IS LIVE queenelliesmellie: OMG IM SO EARLY cordycepscuddles: she better be playing ranked this time or i’m rioting

you’re already under the desk.

she saw you slide down just seconds before the stream flicked on — your knees brushing hers, lips curved with something dark, eyes dragging up her flushed face.

you didn’t say much. just leaned in, close enough to feel her whole body lock up, close enough to press your mouth to the shell of her ear and whisper it.

“stay quiet for me, baby.”

and she nodded — red to the roots, hoodie already rumpled around her waist, thighs parting as if it was entirely muscle memory.

and now she’s man-spreading in the chair, trying to act like nothing’s happening. her controller sits loose in her lap, mouth parted just slightly as she scrolls the loadout screen with trembling thumbs. her eyes keep darting to the side, trying so hard to pretend she’s checking the chat and not completely unraveling with your breath already brushing the inside of her thigh.

“uhh, okay—so we’re doing, like, warm-up matches,” she mumbles, words tight at the edges. “not gonna lie, i haven’t played all week, so i’m probably gonna get smoked.”

your fingers are already slipping under the hem of her boxers, soft and cruel. just the pads tracing slow circles against her thighs, dragging higher every second. you can feel her twitch, feel how tense her body’s gotten — the strain in her knees, the way she clenches her fist too hard around the controller.

lesbianfungus: why is she fidgeting already 😭 d1nacheckpoint: you just started. girl BREATHE. ellieswhore: no bc she’s squirming and it’s been 5 minutes

you press your lips to her skin once, then again, higher. and when you kiss just beside the wet spot already blooming through her boxers, she jolts — breath caught sharp, chest rising like she’s about to say something she shouldn’t.

her mic rattles when she exhales too hard, and she fumbles to mute it. her fingers are clumsy now, jerky, knocking into her headset like she can’t remember what part does what.

and when she finally clicks the right key, her voice cuts back in. thinner this time, more fragile. “fuck—i mean—f-fuckin’... these load times, man. so long.”

you smile, lips brushing against the soaked fabric of her underwear.

chaoticneutralabby: tell me you’re getting head without telling me you’re getting head mushroomdaddy: are those TEARS in her EYES????????? elliewfireflies: hey can y’all SHUT UP LMFAO

you pull the boxers to the side.

the air hits her cunt and she jolts — thighs flexing tight, breath hitching sharp in her chest. there’s barely time for her to process it, for her brain to catch up with what’s happening between her legs and what’s happening on the screen. because then you lean in and lick a long, heavy stripe through her folds, from slick base to swollen clit, tongue dragging through the mess.

she’s soaked, sweet, glistening. her cunt is flushed and trembling, glinting wet in the soft blue light of the monitor. her labia slick and parted, twitching around nothing. above it sits that auburn bush, damp with arousal, just the way you like it.

you hum low against her, tongue slipping through her folds again — and this time, your lips seal over her clit, suck it hard, tongue flicking fast and mean.

her hips jerk, knees bucking wide. the controller nearly slips from her hands.

she tries to play. god, she tries — eyes flickering desperately between the HUD and the enemy team closing in. her fingers twitch on the triggers, but they’re too shaky. her aim’s all over the place. her character stumbles sideways, gun swinging up too slow. a shot fires off into the ground, useless.

you fuck your tongue against her harder, and she lets out a strangled little breath that sounds more like a sob than anything else.

she presses forward on the joystick, barely in control, just enough to move — and her character rounds a corner straight into the enemy. two bullets. headshot. dead.

“god—dammit."

sugarpill00: you’re not even trying anymore😭😭😭 mariaismymommy: just end the stream babe. end it. you need help elliefanpage: girl blink twice if there's someone under the desk rn

you hook your fingers and slide two in — no warning, just the stretch and the sudden wet clench of her around you, so tight you can barely move at first. her head lolls to the side like she’s been shot. mouth wide open, hands fumbling for purchase, fingers digging hard into the edge of the desk.

you curl them slow, dragging over the spot that makes her jolt, makes her gasp. her boxers are bunched at her knees now. your mouth is sealed tight around her clit, your fingers fucking her in deep, steady strokes that press into the place that splits her in half.

her thighs clamp down so hard they shake the chair. and her mic — poor mic — picks up the breathy oh fuckfuckfuckfuck that spills out before she can catch it.

the chat erupts.

yourmomsfavoritegay: OMG OMG OMG OMG loveashleyjohnson: THAT WAS A SEX NOISE fungalmommy: YALL SHE CAME SHE FUCKING CAME elliesimp420: im gonna kms this is the best stream ever

but she hasn’t. not yet. she’s close though — fuck, she’s so close, and it’s driving her out of her mind. her hips won’t stay still, her moans are getting higher, tighter, desperate.

you don’t stop. you can’t. you fuck her harder, fingers soaked, clit swollen under your tongue. she’s grabbing at your hair now, hard enough to make your scalp sting.

“i’m turning it off—fuck, guys, i—i’ll be back later—”

she slams a key with one shaking hand. the stream ends mid–stutter, screen fading to black, the final audio clipping on her wrecked, ruined little gasp — half-swallowed, too breathless to be coherent.

and now it’s just you and her.

no chat, no mic, just the hum of the PC tower and the desperate twitch of her thighs as you push her over the edge.

you growl low against her cunt as slick floods your hand, dripping messily down your wrist, the heat of her so intense you swear you feel it in your spine. her hips are jolting up, wild and uncoordinated, no longer holding anything back.

“fuckfuckfuck— oh my god— baby!” she gasps, the words crashing out of her between broken moans, her chest heaving, fingers yanking at your hair like she’s scared she might float away.

you suck her harder. swirl your tongue in dizzying circles. and then—she breaks.

it rips out of her with a sob, full-bodied and raw, her spine arching off the chair like a live wire, her thighs snapping shut around your head. she’s coming — fuck, she’s coming — her cunt pulsing around your fingers, clit throbbing under your tongue, every inch of her shaking and trying to breathe through it.

you don’t stop.

not even when her legs twitch. not when her cunt tightens again, fluttering like she’s riding the edge of a second wave. not when she whimpers, “please,” like it’s the only word she remembers how to say.

her thighs tremble violently. her entire body stiffens, then collapses — twitching and boneless and wrecked.

and then — silence.

her legs fall open, weak and shaking, arms dropping limp at her sides. her breath comes in jagged, uneven pants, chest rising and falling like she just ran through hell barefoot.

her hand’s still tangled in your hair, loose now, useless, as if she forgot how to let go.

you look up at her and her face is flushed all the way up to her ears. there’s a line of sweat trailing down the side of her neck, and her eyes, when they blink open, are gone, glassy and ruined.

you smirk.

“you okay up there, baby?”

ellie groans, voice completely shot. “i fucking hate you.”

you kiss her inner thigh, tongue dragging up the sweet mess that’s leaked all the way down. “no you don’t.”

“no,” she breathes, hoarse, barely there. “i really fucking don’t.”

you lick her again, just to feel her flinch — mean, tongue curling around her still-swollen clit.

“babe,” she whines, high-pitched and trembling. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you grin against her pussy. her slick of her coats your chin, your fingers still inside her, her walls fluttering around you like she doesn’t want to let you go.

“good.”