Kimi at your service!

Fade has a habit, one you took notice of relatively quickly after her arrival at the Base. You can’t be sure if anyone else has picked up on it, but if they have, they haven’t shared a comment. It’s a small habit, one would hardly pay attention to (unless you were a dentist). 

Ice. 

Fade loves chewing ice. Whatever it is about it, Fade can’t stop doing it. Whenever she’s in the lounge room observing the other agents, there’s a cup of ice in her hands. 

Furthermore, Fade loves sucking on ice. You see it when her cheeks puff then vacuum back, exposing her tongue as it rolls the ice around in her mouth. 

Maybe you spend a little too much time watching Fade and her ice-chewing habit. 

She’s noticed. 

The singular time she caught you staring was the very same time she made a show of wrapping her lips around the ice until her black lipstick smeared onto the watery crystal, like the stain on a piece of wood. Witnessing that (and the movement of the shining barbells beneath her lips) was enough to paralyze you for some seconds of time. What solidified it in stone was the wink that followed after, slow and catlike. 

Furthermore, it’s how it brought you here. 

The light is dim, the room blanketed in near darkness. The flickering flame of a candle on the nightstand with the three wicks burning bright bathes the walls and the side of the bed. Despite the small source of heat in the otherwise cold room, your skin is burning, and your entire body is flushed from head to toe. The night has barely begun and you’re already shaking, hands fisted in the sheets on either side of you. 

“Are you cold, bebeğim?” Fade’s voice is ridden with sarcasm, her footsteps lighter than a feather as she steps back to the door. She slides the latch next to the door, locking it from opening unless someone on the outside uses a master key. You exhale forcefully, your eyes hooded and lazy from how warm you feel inside and out. 

You shake your head. 

“No?” Fade hums, putting her knee onto the bed, crawling over your legs, and straddling your waist. The fabric of her pants rubs against the bare skin of your hips; instinctively, you rest your hands on her thighs. She places her hand beside your head, leaning forward. 

How you ended up naked in Fade’s room is beyond you. You recall walking past her room after eating an extremely late dinner and getting yanked in and interrogated. And mind you, you’re still a little scared of Fade in the gayest way possible. 

Fade’s mismatched eyes flicker downward, raking across your bare chest. With her hand, she traces the tip of her nail down your neck. 

“So pretty and so handsome,” Fade murmurs. “Is this okay?” 

“More than,” you whisper, your chest heaving under her touch. “You’re gorgeous, Hazal.” 

At the mention of her true name, said softly like the small trail of smoke coming from the flames of the candle, Fade’s mouth turns upward into a smile, almost restrained. You’d do anything to see that again, taking in the faint blush across her cheeks. 

She leans down and kisses you, giving you only seconds to adjust before she opens her mouth and her tongue slides between your lips. You hold tightly to her, your grip on her thighs white-hot through the fabric. Your brain is foggy, laden with the smell of candle smoke and the woody scent that clings to Fade’s vest. The metal of the evil eye dangling from the zipper rubs against your sternum. 

You don’t notice her reaching toward her nightstand for something until you feel it on your collarbone— it’s a shock of cold that makes you gasp into her mouth. Her chuckle rumbles deep, the sound like an override in your brain that prompts a soft whimper in reply. As Fade leans back, she drags an ice cube down your skin, leaving a trail that tingles in its wake with a faint burn. You can’t control how your body bucks in response, craving more as the ice slips down your sternum and down the line of your stomach. 

Fade releases the chunk, the ice simultaneously melting and pooling. When you inhale through your stomach, the droplets slide off the side, a spiderweb of cold targeting every neuron of your senses. 

“No wonder you stared at me so often,” Fade says, cupping your chin. She exposes the column of your throat, another ice cube in her hand. She drags it downward, over the Adam's apple when she pushes your head further back. “You were probably wondering how this feels, hm?” 

You have no answer other than your eyes rolling back into your skull. 

Fade’s weight shifts, prompting you to try and at least focus on your surroundings a little more. A cup is held between her hands and she moves it to the side of the bed pressed against the wall, wedging it into the space so it doesn’t fall. Desperate to keep your hands on some part of her, you grab onto her shoulders, watching with rapt attention as Fade takes another ice cube and begins sucking it in her mouth. The wet sounds burrow deep in your body and you wouldn’t dare pull away from the sight of her slick lips coating themselves in cold water. 

She presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh and it feels like you’re being branded. At your gasp slash strangled moan, Fade laughs. 

“So eager. Do you want more, bebeğim? I need to hear you say yes before I go on,” Fade says, and if you weren’t so incredibly turned on, you’d be touched by her need for explicit consent. 

“Fucking please, Hazal, please,” you whisper. You don’t consider yourself the person to beg, but tonight is clearly changing that. 

Fade meets your gaze, holding it through her brows the way she does when she’s glaring at someone, trying to intimidate them. But with how her lipstick is ever so slightly smudged and arousal makes her pupils blown, she looks close to eating you alive. 

(You hope she does.)

Another ice cube between her fingers— she presses it to the apex of your thighs, the crease of where your leg meets your core. The sensation causes your hips to jump. 

“Ah, no moving,” Fade chides. You can’t reach her, so you resign yourself to gripping the sheets, forcing yourself to breathe. Seeing you’re still, Fade resumes her movements, gliding the ice up and around to the other side, water trickling down your skin. With how hot your body is, you’re almost shocked you don’t see steam rising. 

Fade brings the cube to her mouth, making a show of wrapping her tongue around it. You see the bottom of the barbell in her mouth, reminded of its existence, and fuck, you’ve never wanted somebody more than you do now. Your chest rises up and down in staccato bursts, unable to fully focus. 

“Y—you really like your ice, don’t you?” The words come tumbling out of your mouth as Fade retrieves another piece of ice to put in her mouth. She merely shrugs, and you hear the sound of it cracking with a bite. 

You’re not nearly ready when Fade leans her head down, tongue sticking out to press against your most sensitive region. 

But you’re entirely unprepared for how cold it is. 

“Oh, fuck.” The moan is guttural, your abs contracting and your body twisting under her tongue. The metal of her tongue barbell is like a shock to your nervous system, cold like a glacier in Antarctica. You’re exaggerating, probably, but it’s the only thing you can think to do when the other option is looking down and seeing Fade’s chin and lipstick smearing from the stickiness between your legs. 

You do it anyway. 

“Fuck, fuck, that feels so good, Hazal, fu—” The words disappear from your mouth when Fade slips an ice cube between her tongue and your skin, pressing it to your core. It slides through the folds and it’s almost like a game to keep it in place. The knot in your stomach winds tighter, eyes blurring from pleasure. 

Fade hums and the vibrations zap up your spine, little bolts of lightning that fry your brain. 

Your hips start rocking and Fade takes it in stride, pushing against you when you push against her. The pressure and the coldness combined spark stars in your vision. Your hand finds her hair and you fist it between your fingers, pushing her further into your skin. A pleased groan comes from her mouth, low and heavy and it feels so good you can’t fucking stand it. 

“Come on, bebeğim, you’re close, aren’t you?” Fade murmurs. An ice cube slides onto your stomach. “Keep that there for me, will you?” 

You nod your head furiously, a pathetic whimper slipping from your lips when cold water trickles down your ribs and into the sheets below. You heed her command wordlessly as she works you with her tongue. It’s sinful, how talented it is and how you can feel the round head of the barbell pressing against your inner folds.

You can feel your orgasm coming— right there, on the horizon. A little more, you just need a little more. 

“Hazal— please— fuck.” You can’t say a word, much less a sentence. 

“I know, bebeğim, I know.” Fade turns her head and plants a kiss on your thigh, her black lipstick (or what remains of it) leaving a mark. “Tell me what you want.” 

 “Make me come,” you whisper, running your hand shakily through her hair. She looks adoringly at you, slowly blinking. “Please.” 

She smiles, and you see the ice cube in her hand. 

Every sensation is multiplied tenfold in your body— you feel bad for whoever is nearby and awake because of the sounds coming out of your mouth at the feeling of Fade pressing the cube to your most sensitive spot. She holds her tongue there, shifting it ever so slightly. 

A choked moan comes out of your mouth, muted by your hand clapping over your mouth when your orgasm crashes. The muscles in your legs and stomach and fucking everywhere convulse rapidly, twitching with the shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. 

Fade holds you through it, kissing your thighs and murmuring things in Turkish that you hardly understand but appreciate nonetheless. Your brain goes fuzzy, your body finally giving out and going limp against the mattress. You’re vaguely aware of Fade getting up, stretching her arms over her head. 

The sound of zippers and clothes hitting the floor fills your ears. 

“Give me a minute,” you say, breathless. “I’ll return the favor.” 

Fade considers it for moments, then shakes her head. “Just stay the night, bebeğim. That’s all I ask.” 

“Making it hard to say no,” you reply, lifting your hips just enough for Fade to pull down the sheets and for you to tuck in. She slides in behind you, bare save for the boyshorts hugging her legs, and she slides her arm around your waist, nuzzling her head to the back of your shoulder. Sliding your fingers in hers, you say, “Thank you.” 

“Mm, don’t mention it,” Fade says, pressing a kiss. “Sleep now.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you reply, already on the cusp of darkness, surrounded by the safety of Fade’s body against yours. 

Viper

Viper is usually the one in control in the bedroom, an arrangement you're both quite pleased with

The case is no different when she's receiving oral

There are days when you'll find her waiting in your room, perched on the edge of your bed wearing nothing but the necklace you previously gifted her

It doesn't matter if you just got back from training and desperately want a shower or if you were gearing up to get paperwork done

She'll drag you down by the shirt and greet her with a searing kiss before guiding you to your knees, her legs already spreading open

All other thoughts go out the window the second you're able to run your palms appreciatively over the creamy skin of her legs

She's never hated the way you dote on her, placing gentle kisses up and down her inner thighs

When she starts getting a bit impatient, however, she'll guide you to where she wants you most

You'll lavish her clit with attention from your tongue, paying attention to her near-silent sighs and the way she appreciatively rolls back her head

If you're keeping up a pace she enjoys, she'll gently run her fingers over your scalp

Need to slow it down? She's grabbing the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling you back slightly

Not going fast enough? Viper will hold you in place and grind against you, unafraid to chase what she needs

When she's getting close, she'll gesture for you to give her your hand

It's sinful the way she wraps her lips around your digits, earning small moans from you as she makes sure they're thoroughly coated in her saliva

Not long after you started pumping them in and out of her wet heat, she's clenching down on you with breathless words of praise

She's more than happy to return the favor as well, especially when she gets to join you in the shower

Jett

Jett very much enjoys being on the giving end of things

The feeling she gets when she watches you fall apart, especially at the efforts of her own tongue, is indescribable

She loves getting to make you feel good

When the roles are reversed, however, she almost feels out of her element

She'll hardly ever let you go down on her, but she allows it every now and then if it seems like you really want to

And with Jett, less truly is more

All it takes is soft kitten licks around her clit and the occasional direct brush against it to make her stomach jolt

You get the feeling she wants to tangle her hands in your hair while you're going at it, but she never lets herself

She typically settles for clutching the bottom of her shirt, her knuckles going white whenever you do something she really likes

While she won't be waxing poetic about how good you're making her feel, the occasional 'oh' or hushed sigh will let you know you're doing just fine

When she gets close, her fists will start to tremor ever so slightly

Following a desperate mantra of your name, she'll come around your tongue and stop herself from using her legs to bring you closer against her

You've always been one to initiate cuddles with your partners after going down on them, but Jett usually beats you to the punch

She's already guiding you up by your shoulders and pulling you on top of her, her hands rubbing softly up and down your back

As you cuddle into her chest, she'll give you quiet words of thanks

Sage

When it comes down to what you two get up to in the bedroom, you are typically the one leading things along

It's no different whenever she accepts your offer of oral

Sage is no saint, like, she definitely has experience from past relationships

But that doesn't stop her from squirming around like it's her first time feeling someone else's mouth on her

You love to drag slow, tantalizing strokes along her inner labia, just pulling away when you get near her clit

When she's least expecting it, though, you'll press it flat against that little bundle of nerves and slowly move it up and down

The way her legs quiver around your head is addicting, and whenever she instinctually jerks her hips away from you, you have an excuse to grab a firm hold of them and pull her closer

Her hands will be splayed across the bed, her hands fisting the sheets as she wriggles where she lays

She tries her best to keep quiet, but the occasional whimper will break through the sounds of her labored breathing

The more often you're treated to those choked whimpers, the closer you know she's getting

Despite her best attempts, her hands will finally settle on your head where they'll give feather-light tugs on your hair

You love that shit

She'll helplessly buck up her hips to meet the heat of your mouth and with a cry, she'll finally come

After you've had your fill of her release, you'll crawl over her and liter her in kisses

She enjoys the feel of your weight against her, relishing the way your bodies press together

Neon

Kind of like Jett, Neon loves it when you're the one squirming beneath her

Unlike Jett, though, she basically jumps at the opportunity to reverse the roles

She thinks its super hot when you're the one going down on her every now and then

Her favorite place for you to go down on her is the shower, because oh my

The way you willingly get on your knees and look at her with pure adoration just melts her heart

Neon will lean against the wall for support as you wrap your lips around her clit, applying light suction and rapidly flicking your tongue across it

She often has a firm grasp of your hair while you go down on her, using it to angle your head this way and that or pull you slightly away when it becomes too much

When your hands wrap around the backs of her thighs and squeeze them to pull her close, she almost swoons

Lots of praise and unfiltered groans, which is why Reyna has had to hammer on the door multiple times to get you two to quiet down

Once she gets to the point where she's chanting a chorus of 'Fuck, fuck, fuck', you'll know she's getting close

When she finally does come, you'll slow down your movements and stay lightly latched onto her until she's bucking away from overstimulation

She'll pull you up and pepper your face with kisses, telling you how good you did and admiring the tile markings pressed into your knees

Fade

Translations:

aşkım - my love

Fade isn't exactly shy about bedroom matters, hell, she usually prefers initiating those kinds of things with you

When she wants you to go down on her, though, it's a little bit different

Her eyes get hungrier, her gaze darker, and she seems to constantly vacillate between maintaining eye contact with you and dropping her attention to your lips

It never takes long for you to put the pieces together, and Fade almost always seems to pick out the exact moment you do

"You're not gonna make me beg, aşkım, are you?"

Of course you don't

Most of the time you find yourself laying on your stomach, head buried between her legs with her fingers run through your hair

You'll let your hands wander, squeezing her thighs or trailing up and down her rib cage as she falls apart on your gently prying tongue

Sometimes she's a bit more active during the act, her hips rolling with your movements and stomach trembling beneath your fingers while she gutturally moans

Otherwise she's content with just whispering praise to you, her whole body seeming to arch up when she finally comes

You'll finish off with a parting kiss or two to her inner thighs before sitting up, lips still glistening with her arousal

The sight almost unlocks something feral in her, her pupils seeming to blow even wider

Warnings: mentions of past Dina/Jesse, mentions of fire/candles (used in a safe way), passing mention of Dina getting a small burn, slightly sensual not quite smutty themes during Ellie's section, reader is gender neutral (I hope - please let me know if I flubbed it anywhere), mentions of alcohol, I think that's all.

Dina

Dina is definitely the hopeless romantic type.

She is the type of person who sees proposals in movies or read about epic romance in books, and she absolutely wants that.

Now, she did date Jesse for a long time - they had that whole teenage sweethearts thing going on, so for a long time, she thought that if she ever got married, he would be the one proposing to her, and she would be on the receiving end of that kind of romance. It was always something she daydreamed about. Often.

When their spark fizzled out and they broke it off for good, she was disappointed that she wasn't going to marry him, just because she always thought that's how her life was going to turn out - but after she met you, and this brand new spark turned into something lasting and amazing, she realized that she was going to get to put all of her daydreams to good use.

Everything that she had ever wanted for herself in an epic romantic wedding proposal, she would use for you.

So she goes the route of entirely traditional romance.

She prepares a very grand gesture - she would have preferred roses, but those aren't native to Jackson, so she ends up picking a bunch of wildflowers and bringing them to your place to set them up everywhere and hoping they don't wilt or die before the proposal.

She goes asking around for candles, and ends up with quite an odd collection of them - some are long, hand-dipped candles made in town, and others are scented candles that have been laying around unused because thankfully they have the electricity from the plant, some are itty bitty little tealights. Dina sets all of them up around your place and shortly before you're supposed to show up, she burns her fingers on several matches racing around to light them all.

She makes your favourite meal, and has it prepared for you in a candlelit dinner by the time you get home, and as you look around at the strange, but beautiful settings - flickering orange flames and beautiful bunches of wildflowers, your eye comes to the center of the room to see Dina sitting in front of the dining table... on one knee? She's holding something out to you, glinting and gold in the low lighting.

It's a gesture you don't quite understand, probably because you grew up outside and you haven't seen nearly as many romantic movies as Dina has, but she's about to explain it to you.

"Y/N, you have given me the pleasure of being mine for the past few months, and in that time, you have done more to make me happy and bring life to my soul than anything else in this world has." Her words are so beautiful, and you find yourself speechless, unable to do much more but simply listen. "I love you with everything that I am. And I'm wondering, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

"D..." You gasp out, using the playful nickname you have given her, simply calling her by the first letter of her name. When you step forward, you realize that the thing she's holding out, offering to you - it's a ring. "Yes. Fuck yes."

She squeals in celebration, and slides the ring onto your finger, and then pulls you into a stunning kiss. Over dinner, she explains that the ring belonged to her grandmother, and you can't help but feel incredibly special that she has gifted it to you.

(A/N: I think it would mean a lot to Dina that the ring was a family heirloom, because it seemed like her family was incredibly important to her, especially because of her religion and how that comforts her. So I think that would be a really nice touch.)

Ellie

Ellie is definitely not someone who is into conventional romance.

She's not someone who's against romance, it just never really occurs to her. She thinks that being a good girlfriend is being loyal, helping you, generally making your life easier, making you smile, probably flirting with you even after you've been in a relationship for a while - but she doesn't think about doing any of those conventionally romantic things.

It doesn't bother you; the relationship you have with Ellie works well. It's why you've been together for as long as you have been.

One thing about Ellie - she gets easily flustered. It was clear when you first started flirting with her and first started showing more than a friendly interest in her, and it's clear even this deep into your extended relationship when you do something as simple as grabbing her ass or giving her a purposeful glimpse at you while you're changing. Even after being with you for this long, Ellie is lovesick over you.

So it's no surprise when you're laying in her bed together one night, your lips tightly locked together, mingling breath as you make-out, getting hot and heavy with things clearly leading somewhere - and when Ellie pulls away to catch her breath, she looks down at you laying against the pillow underneath her, and she is absolutely lovestruck.

She sees the way you look up at her with your eyes pleasure-glossed, your lips slightly swollen from the kisses, parted and panting out gentle breaths; you're so fucking gorgeous, and she can't believe that you're hers. Only one thought comes to her mind; she wants you to be hers forever.

"God, I wanna fuckin' marry you." Ellie sighs, her voice absolutely dreamy and so fucking full of love for you as she skims a thumb across your forehead, continuing to admire you.

"What?" You gasp gently. You're surprised by the confession - Ellie is so unserious, you didn't think she would be the marrying type.

Ellie freaks out. She thinks that she came on too strong, that she fucked things up with you - but after a panicked discussion, you assure her that it's what you want too, and the two of you fall back into bed, intense and hungry and more passionate than ever when you realize that - yes, you're going to get married. This thing is going to be forever if you can help it.

Later on, when someone comes through town trading, they take out a box with odds and ends of jewellery, and Ellie sees it - the perfect ring for you. She gives up one of the rabbits that she just came back from hunting with to get it, but she knows that you'll love it, and the smile on your face when she gives it to you means everything to her.

You're hers, and you will be forever.

(A/N: perhaps I missed the opportunity to say that Ellie wrote a proposal love song, but I feel like if Ellie did do that, she would get so nervous about it and it would take her months and she would chicken out at the last minute unless she had someone else - like Jesse or Dina - pressuring her to propose to you at a specific time.)

Abby

Abby, again - not the stunningly romantic type.

She is someone who has had a shitty relationship in the past, and now, she doesn't understand when people are flirting with her, she doesn't know how to flirt back, and she is very, very bad at expressing her affection.

You planned the first date with her - taking her to an old art museum in Seattle that you discovered on one of your patrols wasn't too rotted out and still had a lot of cool pieces inside - including a packed lunch with candles and wine, and you had to tell her that it was a date a few days after it happened.

You were always the one to initiate steps forward in the relationship. Partially because Abby is terrified of messing things up with you, and partially because she was clueless of how big your affections were for her, always thinking that she liked you way, way more than you did her - and again, that goes back to her not wanting to mess things up with you.

You were the first one to kiss her, the first one to call her your girlfriend, you were the first one to say 'I love you'.

So as your relationship progresses, Abby doesn't want to be timid anymore - she really wants to show you how much she loves you and that really enjoys being with you. She's just not sure how.

Manny is the one who suggests a grand romantic gesture. He suggests the very typical stuff - the champagne and roses, but for Abby, that wouldn't really feel.. genuine.

Abby gets the idea so randomly - but it feels brilliant. And she hopes that you'll love it and she won't be stupid for doing it.

She spends a few days prepping everything - she uses her position as a high-ranking soldier to pull some strings and it turns out... very nice. Very, very nice.

She also pulls some strings to get you out on a two-day rotation, because even though she'll miss you very much, she needs you gone for a little bit so she can pull off the surprise.

And when you come back from that patrol, tired to the bone and wanting nothing more than to collapse into your bed, there's a note taped to your door:

'Meet me at 402. -Abby'

You wonder if it's some ploy for late-night nookie, but it's weirdly... secretive for Abby, so you decide to bite. The idea of seeing Abby gives you some energy to push past your exhaustion.

You struggle for a few minutes to find the apartment number, but when you do, you knock on the door, and Abby answers with a surprisingly nervous grin on her face.

She lets you in, and when you take a glance around - it's a very clean, nice apartment. It's big. And... that's your comforter on the bed. And those are your hand-made throw pillows on the couch. And that's your jacket hanging on the rack - what-?

Abby sees the confusion on your face, and it makes her giggle.

"I moved us in here." Abby tells you. "I - uh - I know. Look, I understand if you don't want this, but I just thought it would be nice, that it would be like a good surprise, or whatever-"

"Abby." You put a hand on her arm, grounding from her anxious rambling. "You want us to move in together?"

She nods. "Yeah. I mean - I want us to be together for a long time. I hope that you want that too."

You smile at her and pull her into a kiss - and when you sleep in the same bed with her, in your shared bed, it feels the best it ever has. When she gives you the key, it feels like she's promising you a genuine future.

of course, guilt racked your thoughts. the way her face seemed to contort as you pulled away from her, making a sound that didn't sound as though you were happy. panic stricken face as you couldn't even look at her own heartbreaking one. guilt consumed you everywhere you went. when you sat inside a church, thinking of the very reason you had to run away, when you saw a couple holding hands knowing that it was only reminding you of ellie williams and when you saw her in the hall, when her face lit up at the sight of you and when you pushed yourself into the nearest cubicle you could find simply to avoid her.

but how could you face her now? knowing you had committed the very sin you had swore against every devil you would never do. how could you look at her knowing that every inch of you was aching to be with her, and that was so wrong.

a text caused your body to jolt ever so slightly, a vibration being sent through your leg as you glanced down at your phone in which was sitting in your lap.

it was english class and mr. lionel was currently giving out to three girls, they hadn't stopped talking upon entering the class and mr. lionel had just about enough. you glanced down at the phone, biting your bottom lip, surely, the man wouldn't notice. you had never exactly went on your phone in class, then again, no one texted you really aside from ashley but she never texted at this hour, no, she was either ditching school to sleep or in one of the classes she liked best, either way, she wouldn't be texting you at such a time. you chewed down on your bottom lip, the thought of getting caught, getting in trouble was enough to send your stomach pit falling down to your ankles. but you did, because lately you seemed to be doing just about everything you weren't supposed to. glancing down, you slowly turned your phone upwards so the screen was facing you and you could read the little words that littered across it.

unknown: hey this is max, listen i know everything happened between us but i need to see you. behind the school at 4:00. don't be late.

weird, you thought you still had maxine's contact saved but nevertheless brushed it off. your pit in your stomach grew, worsening as you opened the message to type back. you didn't want to meet her, if you did and by chance, your parents found out, you would never be let see the light of day again. but maxine needed you. and whether that was to help fix a problem or scream at her one last time you knew you owed her that much. so, you pattered your fingertips against the dark screen, ignoring the haunting feeling that someone may see you, guilt swarming your every move. you truly didn't know how to break the news to maxine and ruth that you were never permitted to speak to them again and while they seemed oh so understanding, you couldn't help the guilt that prodded against you as they hugged you for the last time. you also, as much as you'd like to admit it, couldn't keep the tears at bay that day.

"y/n." your eyes snapped towards your teacher, phone plopping back in your lap just as you sent the text through. he was giving you a suspicious eye, catching you on your phone. but he wouldn't humiliate you, not in front of your peers at least, no, he'd never, after all you were his favourite student. "can you tell me which poetic technique is shown here?"

"uhm." squirming in your seat as your eyes fell onto the board. "oxymoron, contrasting between the light and dark." mumbling so low he could barely hear you, but nonetheless he grinned and like that, he continued on with class, something you were oh so grateful for.

the end of school neared dangerously closer as you ended up in the front of maths class, scribbling down trigonometric ratios while your stomach twisted over and over, the thoughts of seeing maxine after school could only cause your brain to absolutely fry. you were thankful she had picked behind the school, no one went there after school so naturally it was the most private place to be, you wondered if she did that for you or for herself, so she could yell at you in peace. while you were sure you didn't wish to be yelled at you knew you deserved it. for the first time in that whole week, ellie williams wasn't on your mind, just those two friends that you missed ever so dearly and yet couldn't even communicate to.

as soon as the bell rang through your ears, you scooped up your pretty pink bag and stuffed all your belongings inside. with pencils almost falling out of your pencil case, you crushed everything together and zipped up your bag with great effort. you didn't so much as bid the teacher goodbye before you were on your feet, ignoring the way your mary janes skid across the hallway floors but instead focusing on how much faster you could get there, you didn't wish to be late. after all, she had specified you not do so. the school was large but thankfully you knew it like the back of your hand.

gripping the straps of your pretty bag against your shoulders, you all but ran toward the other side of the school. checking your back and over your shoulder you realised that no, you were not being followed just extra paranoid. how could you not? when you had practically burned bridges with just about everyone. you blinked heavily, readying yourself to turn the corner and be met with a very angry maxine.

you weren't met with an angry maxine because you weren't met with maxine at all.

ellie williams stood with her back to the wall, stomping out a cigarette with her foot. you stood frozen, eyes wide and at first you believed it could be some mistake, some mix up but by the way her eyes lit up when her head turned towards you, it certainly was no mistake. "y/n, you came."

you gave her a look with furrowed brows. "you pretended to be max." it wasn't a question, it was a statement.

ellie pushed her back from the wall, moving towards you. "look, i know it was fucked up, i know but y'wanna know what else is fucked up? ignoring me for a whole week." you looked around, hands holding yourself close as you hoped and prayed that no one saw the two of you conversing. something about standing with ellie made you feel so... filthy. "i mean what the fuck was that?" as bad as it sounded, the crude language felt so refreshing to hear tumbling from her lips.

your hands scratched at opposite arms. "ellie, we shouldn't do this here... now." any excuse to get yourself right out of this situation as fast as humanly possible. guilt swarmed your entire being. "i— i'm sorry, for ignoring you and for-" you sighed heavily, looking away while you fought back the burning in your irises. "for everything that happened." the wet, open mouthed kiss that made you forget jesus' name. "and i'm sorry but it's not gonna work." you were shrinking in on yourself, in your very own arms with a sad puppy look in your eyes, you bit down harshly on your bottom lip.

ellie watched you intently, arms to her eyes as she studied your own feeble ones, doing a rather shitty attempt at covering your body. "funny." she scoffed, eyes never leaving your own glasses over ones that couldn't seem to gaze into hers. "you were pretty sure it wasn't gonna happen before you kissed me too." eyes as wide as saucers, you swiftly turned your head around, worried someone may hear. you couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of reaction people would have to know that the pastors daughter had kissed a girl. "you wanna know what i think?" stepping closer to you as your breath caught in your throat, no you didn't want to know what she thought of the situation as you'd much rather there be no situation at all. "i think you're a liar." you swallowed harshly, mumbling a sheer 'stop' as she walked closer towards you. and yet, you made no movement to step back. "you liked everything about that night, admit it." her voice dropped as the dark clouds surrounded the sky seemed even darker, heavier. there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, one in which almost made you think a thunder storm was on it's way. "you wanted my lips on yours, to feel me against you, to soothe that ache between—"

she was caught off abruptly by you, who hadn't uttered a word but instead shot your hand forward instantly, shoving it over her mouth so she couldn't continue her sentence. upon shoving your hand on her mouth, you had Accidentally pushed her, she took the opportunity to seize your upper arms. she all but threw herself backwards, bringing you with her. her back hit the wall, you stood in front of her, eyes wide and breath picking up as your hand stayed on her lips, her hands on your arms.

you made a noise, one that told you and her that you didn't wish to move but you felt as though you simply had to. and she could understand, to a certain extent she supposed. you were good girl y/n who could never do any wrong, something about someone spotting you with her, the delinquent ellie williams, pressing her against a wall, was absolutely teeth rottingly addictive. she wanted someone to turn the corner, she wanted people to see, to know that the precious gem of the town y/n l/n was all hers and no one could do anything about it.

your breath slowed and your eyes racked over every perfect imperfection dotted on her face. her freckles looked lighter in this lighting and though you were a great deal smaller than her, your hand wound around the bottom half of her face easily. your chest heaved, as did hers and you could feel it. when she had practically thrown herself backwards she had let you stumble so far that you were chest to chest and horrendously flustered.

ellie however, seemed to be enjoying herself. you couldn't see her lips but you could feel her pretty smirk against the skin of your dainty hands, the way her brows relaxed and her sage eyes gave you this drunk look. to her, she did feel drunk, she was drunk off of you, your innocence, purity, kindness, your big bad secret that only she knew.

you blinked when you felt her hand against your face, though you didn't flinch nor recoil away, she saw that as a good sign. her tattooed arm was raised, hand slowly brushing against your soft skin. her thumb trailed across your cheek and towards your lips, dragging it against your pretty skin, you almost gasped out. you weren't doing this again, you couldn't.

the gentle yet sudden patter of raindrops against your head caused you to instantly pull away. "I— i have to go." you almost spat out in sheer panic. and for the second time, you ran away. but this time, ellie didn't call your name or run a hand through her hair with stress evident on her face, no.

ellie leaned against the wall, watching as you all but sprinted away from her, your pretty dress bouncing against the back of your legs, she wondered what color the fabric that sat beneath the dress was. she had this smirk on her face, one that you of course would have wished to wipe off more than anything but how couldn't she? she had seen that look in your eye, that unfamiliar lust filling your pretty irises as you raked your eyes over her face. the slight confusion to why you had felt this way and yet everything about you seemed so comforted by her and yet so so tense. she knew then and there that it was not over.

ellie still had a chance to change your mind.

"is daddy gonna go after church?" you questioned to your sister as you held the church baskets you had been cleaning close in your hands. it been three days since you spoke with ellie, it was a saturday, and it was the day that your sister and her school year had their parent teacher meetings. you were lucky, you had them at the very start of the year.

"yeah." she stomped on the cigarette and waited for it to grow damp in the soil. "said he's gonna bring mom too." this caused you to furrow your brows as you continued on your journey.

"but mama never goes to those things?" your mind couldn't stand the thought of ellie williams, how you had caved so easily. she had gotten so close to what she wanted and you couldn't let that happen. however, after three days of no contact, she no longer seemed to be around when you were, you supposed she had gotten the hint. you were relieved, to say the least and had repented for whatever sins you could that past week, however you couldn't stop that burning chest in your feeling when you thought of her. you wondered, what she thinking about you too?

your sister tsked. "yeah but they wanna get sympathy for having such a screw up of a daughter." she spoke with an almost sarcastic tone. "best way to do that is to talk to my teachers about how hard it is to raise me."

you gave her sympathetic eyes as you pushed the church doors open, mass would be starting any minute now. you were never late to mass, unless of course you walked with ashley, it happened to be one of those days. "you're not a screw up, ash." she gave you a ghost of a smile one that did not quite reach her eyes.

"thanks loser, 'ppreciate it." some said you were daises and the sun, and ashley was only orchids and the moon, a beautiful combination that never failed to amuse anyone. i mean, wouldn't it look odd? to see a girl with dark hair and hot pink highlights, chains on her jeans, her nails always painted black whether they were full or chipped, some form of polish always coating them. and then there was you, pretty natural hair sitting on your shoulders and always in a dress or a skirt, only wearing bright colors. you wore little to no makeup, not because you weren't allowed but because you simply weren't good at it. so, you opted for a natural face while your sister always had some form of eyeshadow on, her waterlines filled in black. "woah, what the fuck are you doing here?" you furrowed your brows at your sister, who was looking right over you. spinning around, you were not ready for the sight you were met with.

ellie williams cleaned up nicely when she wanted to.

she wore a brown button up and a jeans, her hair was freshly cut and her tattoo was on show. you had seen it before, of course, from the many short sleeves she wore around you however it had never been on display in front of your parents let alone in the church. speaking of which, she never came to church either. after the first night ellie had been begged to go to church with ashley, she swore off it, first, she almost dropped the baby jesus in which had been passed to her by ashley, then she had to shake a bunch of old women's hands during mass and was sat next to some kid who wouldn't stop touching her feet as they crawled around the kneeler, then she realised she couldn't even get a good view of you, the main reason she had stayed through the entire mass, because some old bald man had sat in front of her and stood too tall. she didn't go to church because she didn't believe in god too, that was a main factor she supposed. she shouldn't be here, you thought. not because she didn't deserve the right to worship the lord but because you knew by the way her eyes raked up your body that she was not here for a mass ceremony. "what? too late to get into heaven?" she shot you a glance, almost one of accusation. the truth was, you didn't think you were going to hell, how could you when you did just about everything for god himself. in fact, you were sure you were more religious than your father. but the bible was outdated, that was the reason there was a new testament. god wasn't going to punish you for feeling how you felt because if the story of god was true, he made you with every perfect imperfection, not that you'd exactly call such a thing an imperfection. sometimes, you wondered if your father truly believed that being gay was wrong because of god or if he was just hiding behind such a fact because he was scared that he truly didn't have a reason not to like someone for being such a way. "sweetheart." a smirk dancing on her lips as she nodded her head at you. yeah, she definitely did not get the hint.

you turned to your sister with a small huff. "could you put these by the benches, please?" she nodded, taking the baskets from your hands. "thank you." and you turned back to ellie williams. "you have mud on your nose." watching as her face scrunched up and her hand came up to wipe it away, her long fingers stretching— you shook your head free of the thoughts before scrambling up to the alter to get into the sacristy.

when mass started, you did everything in your power to avert your eyes from ellie williams, sitting so smugly in the audience. she knew what she was doing, spreading her legs apart with her elbows resting towards her knees, her eyes never left your face.

you, however, looked straight forward with your tight chest and mumbling words from time to time. you pretended to be interested in the sheet you were holding, following along the words in your mind as your father read them out from the top of the alter. he read smoothly, not a stutter in his voice. you longed to have such confidence, to not shake like a leaf when presenting a project, to have the confidence to look ellie fucking williams in the eye and not shy away, to have the confidence to admit it even if it was just in your mind that you felt the way you weren't supposed to. you liked the forbidden fruit. the words formed so clearly in your mind. i like gi— "and now may we rise for the holy communion." giving out holy bread, your eyes concentrated back on the task, that was you're job. well, you and three other people.

you all but scrambled towards the bowel in which held the holy bread, grasping it and going to the right of the alter, ashley went to the left and two of the church boys went to the middle, all with your own holy bread dishes. ashley was rolling her eyes, mumbling the words under her breath. one of the older women came up to her, instead of holding out their hands they opened their mouth, her eyes went wide and she turned towards you, giving you both a shocked and disgusted look. you gave her a warning look, gesturing towards your father who was watching her like a hawk. she grimaced before placing it inside the womans mouth.

giggling to yourself, you turned back with a grin on your face. it dropped suddenly at the sight of ellie williams standing in front of you, looking as innocent as ever (not). you gave her a stern look, as if to tell her stop playing her little games and especially here of all places. "body of christ." you mumbled beneath your breath as your hand moved towards the bowel once more, picking up a rounded piece of holy bread.

"amen." she said the word in the cockiest tone you had ever heard in your entire life. but you fought back an eye roll, instead you just held it up, ready to place it in her left hand, the idiot would probably hold out the right hand instead. you internally groaned, ready for her to show just how much she respects the religion. your expression blanked as she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. your breath stuttered, in front of everyone. no one was looking, no one cared. and yet you felt as though you were on stage with an enlarged audience.

your hand wobbled. "what are you doing?" you whispered to her, noticing how people were conversing, not bothering to glance at who was receiving holy bread and your father was too focused on ashley to so much as glance your way.

she smirked, closing her mouth momentarily. "getting my holy bread." she spoke as if it were painfully obvious. opening her mouth again, she flattened her tongue across her bottom lip, you pretended your chest didn't clench and neither did your thighs. you could imagine that tongue doing a painfully soft attack against your neck, that was all you knew could happen with a tongue. ellie, however, had many other things in mind of just where she wanted her tongue when it came to you. it was humorous, how your sinful thoughts were still somewhat innocent but ellie's... ellie's thoughts were nothing short of the devil herself's thoughts feulling into her brain. you placed the holy bread against her tongue, ignoring the way it wet your thumb ever so slightly. she closed her lips, giving you a smug type of look. "thanks, angel." and you were left with clenched thighs, dusty cheeks, flustered head and a ditsy feeling. you glanced down at the small patch of saliva on your thumb and all you could think about was that night.

"i— i think you should go." but you didn't want her to go, you really didn't want her to go.

"you wan't me here?" as a wet kiss came down to the skin of your neck, you gasped out, blinking. this was a dream, it had to be. you felt almost euphoric as her lips flattened against the crook of your neck, the way they kissed you so delicately as if you were made of glass. she moved her head back up almost instantly, as if her own actions weren't affecting her. her lips brushed against your own, so closely that you could taste her. "or here?"

you weren't proud of what you did next.

you didn't pull away nor make any attempts to get away, in fact, you reached your face up to meet her own. her face crashed down rather swiftly, so fast that you could barely register the way her lips rammed right into your own.

you had never kissed anyone before, never even thought of so aside from her. you breathed heavily, she swallowed your heaves and gasps into her own mouth, she pushed a hand up to hold your neck in place the other steady on your hip as her tongue pressed against your bottom lip.

this euphoric feeling hit you like a tonne of bricks, you suddenly felt that nothing was impossible, that this life for you was somewhat of an option. but it wasn't because euphoria doesn't last forever, it can't because there needs to be something to cancel it out so you get to feel that way. otherwise, wouldn't euphoria feel normal? that would mean that bad was despair and good simply wasn't enough. but this. this was too much.

you pulled away harshly, tears coating the glass of your eyes. " 'm sorry— 'm sorry i can't." and you ran. you ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs and right into your bedroom. you could still see that look of heartbreak on her face. you slid down the door, hand on your chest and knees bunched up. you were nothing short of an absolute idiot. you breathed heavily but this time there were no big soothing hands or the lulling that only ellie william's voice could control. you felt panic overcome you. you weren't gay. you couldn't be. and you certainly weren't falling for ellie williams.

oh, but you were, you were so desperately in love with her since the day you saw her and her stupid auburn hair or her stupid freckles, how about her stupid green eyes. stupid. stupid. stupid. but so lovely.

you sat inside your bedroom once more, fingers softly padding against your bottom lip. you were the stupid one, you were beginning to realise. it was just so hard. to love a girl so much and yet know that it was either her or everything you had ever worked for. that decision was already made, not by your father, your mother, your sister, ellie.... by you. you'd choose it over and over again.

you'd choose her.

a bang on your window caused you to jump harshly, twisting your whole body towards your window, it was dark out but you could make out ellie williams lean figure from a mile away. however, she seemed a little more entangled now. she was kicking a wire off her foot, cursing so loudly that you could hear her from the inside of your bedroom. what on earth was she doing? ashley was at the parent teacher meeting with your mother and father so it was only you inside the bedroom, alone, well, you supposed you weren't alone when you had the dits of a girl outside your bedroom window. "fuck! ow, ow!" as she almost face planted against your window. you had enough. you stood and rapidly scrambled towards the window, pulling it open and it seemed as though the girl hadn't been expecting it because she fell straight through it. "fuck, oh, that worked." she stood instantly, brushing off her jeans. she hadn't changed since the church, you, however, were already dressed in your silkiest pijamas. "hey, hello..." panting before straining her eyes back on you, she relaxed, a lazy smile on her face. "hi."

you almost laughed. almost. "do you know what time it is, ellie?" but you didn't seem mad, not by the way you shut the window for her to stay and took a seat on your window bench. she shook her head, eyes glancing around your childish yet pretty bedroom, right, she had never been in there. you silently cursed the stuffed animals sitting on your bed. her eye caught them and grinned. "aren't you supposed to be at the parent teacher meeting?"

"Oh, that shitty thing? hell no, joel already knows what a pain in his ass i am, he doesn't need to hear another ten people complain about it." waving her hand as she leaned against your dresses, glancing at the perfumes that drove her crazy whenever she passed you. "so... this is your bedroom."

she was stalling. "els?" she glanced up at the familliar nickname rolling from your lips. "what are you doing here?" she didn't respond and you fiddled with one of the stuffed animals that sat on your bench. "i don't think you should come back to the church, ellie?"

"why? because i'm gay?" as if it were an accusation, right at the fact that you too, somewhere deep inside you could admit, that you too shared the liking towards girls. and hey, you were the most popular church girl in all of your town. so why did sexuality have to define religion? short answer, it didn't, ellie knew you knew so too but she needed to know the truth, if her stares truly made you as nervous as yours made hers. she needed to know how you felt and what part she played in that.

you cocked your head to the side."no, ellie, because you're not there to 'get into heaven'." repeating her previous words back to her with a small scowl attached to your face. she wasn't there for god nor was she there for jesus. she was there for you. as much as you hated to admit it. it sounded absurd, something you never would have guessed. someone coming to church for you? it was surreal, even more so fact that she was a girl.

she tilted her head. "really? says who?" teasing. because that was just what ellie williams did best.

"ellie..." you trailed off, trying to find your words. the way her eyes raked up your body could only leave you standing silly. she knew the effect she had on you and she did it anyway, in fact, you were beginning to think that she did it because of the effect it had on you. "you don't believe in god." putting it in the most simple form you possibly could. not relating yourself. that alone was dangerous.

"no. but i believe in you." your eyes looked up. "if you're there. i'm there." your heart melted. you were on very dangerous ice ready to collapse at any second.

standing from the bench. "ellie—" she was quick to cut you off and for that you would be forever grateful.

"no." she shook her head. "i'm sorry, but we're not doing this again." she stepped closer, inching her way towards you. you could only breathe in, a sigh that you knew was coming, you knew this was coming.

and for the first time... you were ready. "okay." she inched impossibly closer. "but ellie..." you trailed off. "you have to know that if we start this— i- i won't be able to stop." god was going to punish you for this one.

"good." her hand was suddenly on your face, slowly tracing around your soft skin. "because i don't plan on stopping anytime soon, either." she leaned her face in closer, her breathe bore into your own, your head tilted up to meet hers.

this time, panic wasn't running through you, you had accepted your fate, the fact that you couldn't get away from ellie even if you tried because whether you liked it or not, you were so madly in love with your sisters best friend and that wasn't going to change, no matter how many times you sat at your bed on your knees, hands bound together and praying to god that he got rid of these feelings.

"y/n..." face so close you could feel her nose tip against yours.

you hummed, lips grazing.

" 'm gonna kiss you now." she mumbled.

"okay." you breathed.

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this sucked ass im so sorry but lmk if you want a smut part three gals!

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It’s been a week. You haven’t spoken.

There’s blue-magenta behind your eyes. It swirls into contours and bubbles, recognisable sights beginning to take shape. Things go stark white, and then pale pink. Chartreuse fades in to khaki green into pale grey before you see a brick orangey red. You start to feel, aware of your senses. The brick becomes hair, and the hair tickles your neck.

You hear next, your own sigh. Your fingers press into an arm — your tight grip creates a white halo in their skin. You grip tighter, you have red fingernails now. You don’t remember getting them painted that colour. Half moons dust their skin from your touch. Freckles too.

A familiar feeling inside of you, that searing, hot, beautiful pressure in your groin. It feels good this time, not rushed and fast. Something smooth drags in and out of you, smoother than you’ve felt down there before. Something smells herby… herby and familiar, mixed with something else you can’t make out. The feeling builds, and you’re being touched all over with tender hands. Hands. A pixelated tattoo — not remembering the details.

The picture gets clearer, and you see your own smooth thighs. The freckle on the centre of one of them. They’re being pushed up rhythmically at the same time, a body slot between them. You see purple plastic now, coated and slick— and you realise you can hear yourself again. Loud, whiny, on the edge of… of something.

“Doin’ such a good job taking me, you look so pretty.” The echoey voice belongs to Ellie Williams and you look up to see her face. She’s wearing the grey hoodie she wore the last time you saw her. She looks the same down to her hair, but — wasn’t her eyebrow slit on the other eyebrow? You become more aware and it switches when you blink. How are you blinking? Fingers brush your clit and you gasp for air, skin on fire. “Better than your boyfriend, huh?” You were struck with euphoria, the sound of the ocean deafeningly loud, roaring monstrously in your ears. White noise. Nothing.

You gasped, and you were on your back still — but this time your room was dark, you were still wearing your clothes, and no Ellie. Your heart thumps, and your body reacts the same way it would as if you’d had a nightmare. You barely catch your breath, and the bed shifts beside you.

“Babe — makin’ so much noise. Woke me up, fuck.” The irritated grumble of your boyfriend. You don’t remember him sliding in beside you, and when your senses arrived back into your body, having been borrowed by the dream version of you, you were hit by the familiar and yet not at all comfortable stench of beer. Louis’ skin was pink and clammy under the moonlight peeking through your window and you felt that ugly feeling you’d been cursed with lately, disgust. It piled up inside your stomach like bile before washing away into the numb feeling of regret. He had gone to a party near by, a frat house — Delta something? Or was it Alpha? Clearly he couldn’t be all that bothered to walk back to his own dorm, staying with you instead. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him your spare key card. You push the thought away, and you try to like him again.

You squint in the low light, fully waking yourself up now. You shifted, thighs clattering into eachother with not much room, Louis taking up the bed. At the shift of your legs, you’re alarmed by the way your pyjama shorts cling to your hot, wet centre and suddenly you’re brought back to reality. You were having a wet dream about Ellie.

Guilty, your head turns to look at the man beside you. The room is filled by his deep heavy breaths, and the scratchy sound your hair made against the pillow when you turned your head. A small brown birthmark splotches on his bare shoulder, and you wonder if you squint, it could look like freckles. Reaching out, your fingers brush over it — and you are ejected from the moment instantly as he groans at the contact, rolling over. To add insult to injury, he thrusts a pillow out from beneath his head and shoves it between the two of you half awake. Message received.

You stare at the square tiles of your ceiling. Ellie Ellie Ellie. You wondered what she was doing right now, probably fast asleep. You lift your head quietly to look at your alarm clock, a bright red ‘02:55AM’ scalding your eyes. She could be at a party still, dealing. You pictured her there, hands stuffed in her pockets, wearing that cute khaki green windbreaker jacket that you secretly loved and her black jeans— her hair up in that messy half up bun. You don’t stop your cheeks from pushing up as you close your eyes, thinking of your new friend fondly. Your eyes felt heavier now, and you let yourself immerse into the fantasy, too sleepy to reject it or bare any guilt for daydreaming. You’re there at the party too, wearing something tight. Ellie notices you right away, eyes flickering over you in that way she has about her which is somehow equally loserish and confident. You walk over to her, and you’re too tired to fathom a conversation — but you’re not too drunk like you were last time, and there’s giggling and touching, and best of all Ellie isn’t looking at any other girls. She isn’t even focused on dealing anymore. She gives you all of her attention.

You fall asleep that way. You don’t dream of her, or anything for that matter for the rest of the night but the sleep is peaceful and you wake up well rested.

It’s 9:22AM when you wake up, and Louis is gone. Probably to make his 9AM lecture, turning up still drunk which you’re sure was absolutely hilarious to him and his friends, whilst the professor was probably hoping he wouldn’t turn up at all. You rub your eyes, and that nagging feeling in your chest kicks in.

One could truly never appreciate those first thirty seconds after you wake up. Still dreamy and disorientated, no anxiety, no worries — just bliss. Until you remember the current affairs of your life, and your eyes open.

Your phone is cold in your hand when you reach over and take it off charge, your free hand rubbing the sleep out your eyes as you suppress a yawn. Your stomach bottoms out, which is honestly sickening so early in the morning, as your eyes immediately land on a text from Ellie herself. Oh God, please tell me I didn’t reach over and text her in my sleep about my daydreams. It was unrealistic, but you definitely wouldn’t put it past yourself lately. You feel a blossom of disappointment bloom below your rib cage when you read ‘30% off for my fav custys. Blue dream, Purple haze, OG Green Kush. Get at me. Can do pick up or delivery tonight 📢🧟‍♀️’ Just another mass text, after all — Ellie was a business woman.

You swipe back onto your lockscreen, and chase the red ‘1’ symbol besides the Instagram logo, following it all the way to your DMS. Oh? Oh.

You see the first few words of the message from the preview, and your stomach fizzes up like shaken pop.

‘hey girl, i know you don’t know me but this is weighing on my mind so i have to tell you. last night your boyfriend louis was at the party down at alpha phi and we made out a couple of times before going upstairs and having sex. i didn’t know he had a gf until afterwards bc someone told me and i feel really guilty. u deserve better babe! just thought i’d let u know. i’m so sorry!!!’

Right, okay. This is not how you thought your day would begin.

You sit up slowly, like you’re worried that if you sit up too fast you’ll freak yourself out. How could this happen? You knew Louis was a bit of a dick sometimes, but a cheater? He seemed kind of territorial around Ellie at that party if you remembered correctly. So why would he wanna cheat?

You stare at the wall. Cry, damnit. Cry!

You don’t. But maybe you’re in shock. You pick your phone up again and text the girl back, a simple ‘thank you, will dump him today’ which you admit sounded kind of casual and hilarious, but you truly didn’t know what to say. You wasn’t really sure what to do. Do you just go about your day as normal? No, you needed to dump him. Okay, yes. First order of business.

Not over text, no. You were classier than that — although he didn’t deserve more than a ‘bye loser!’ text followed by the blocking of his number. You squint outside at the sun, showered and got dressed, pulling another one of your many sundresses over your frame. Despite the nagging, nervous feeling in your stomach it felt like a normal day. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world.

You sat at your desk, staring at the wall. You’ll get up and go eventually you thought. You stayed in your room for hours.

4:47PM. No music in your earphones today, it didn’t feel right. Your mind was too loud anyways, you weren’t quite sure you’d even be able to hear the music over your thoughts. Your body was on autopilot as you walk. Louis should be getting out of his afternoon class in 13 minutes approximately, you’ll just wait for him outside and confront him there. Quick and easy.

But there’ll be people around, and you don’t want to make a scene do you? What if he’s with his friends and they all laugh at you? You figured it was more embarrassing for you than it was for him. What were you thinking getting involved with a frat boy? Of course he was going to cheat. The building that his class would be in was in sight now, footsteps quickening. Your heart was quickening now too, not with nerves but with anger. Anger at him. Anger at yourself, moreso. How did you let him cheat? How did you let it go on long enough for that to happen? Why didn’t you cheat first?

Your own thought sends you skidding to a stop. That’s… not you. You’re not a cheater. Regardless of what the person you’re dating does, it’s not right. Noise attracts you up ahead, and you see gaggles of students begin to leave the building — class having finished early. You don’t think, just dart left and keep walking. Away from the building, and Louis. Your feet start to hurt in your shoes from the way the soles of your feet are pounding against the bright concrete in the late afternoon sun. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I chickened out. Your brain screams at you and you’re already heading in the direction of the place that quiets your mind. You keep walking until you’re inside Ellie’s building.

There’s no time to think as you walk up to the beige door you knew too well, the familiar whiteboard pinned to it reading ‘Ellie’ in her slightly messy scribble, with ‘Knock first, assholes.’ scribed beneath it smaller. You do just that, you knock. After you do, you stand back — catching your breath from the stairs you took up there. You hadn’t even thought of what you were gonna say. Did you have money on you? Yes. You could just buy some of the weed she sent out the mass text about, and see where it goes from there. Solid plan.

You were too busy rehearsing what you were gonna say to realise that you hadn’t heard any movement from inside her room. An image of her fast sleep, drooling on her pillow napping crossed your mind and if you weren’t so wired up you’d maybe smile. You knock again, a little more timidly this time but feeling the same level of urgency. You tried to recall if she’d ever mentioned sleeping with headphones on? Your brows furrow, and just when you knock again — the door beside Ellie’s opens, a ginger guy wearing a jersey and sweatpants poking his head round to look at you.

“If you’re looking for Ellie I saw her go out earlier. She’s not in.” He rasped, and you’d realised that your knocking had perhaps woken him up from a slumber, instead of the imaginary Ellie who wasn’t in her room. You feel your heart drop a few centimetres before pattering against your chest in embarrassment, face feeling hotter than it already was.

“Oh, okay. Sorry if my knocking woke you up.” You cringe with a polite smile that he doesn’t return.

“She’s a dealer, you’re meant to text before you come over so this shit doesn’t happen.” He grumbles, before sulking back into his room — door closing. Your eyes widen— Jheez. Touchy.

You stare at Ellies door again, rolling your lips into your mouth as you thought. Maybe this was a good thing, fate even. You shouldn’t have come here. You should have just gone straight to Louis and dumped his ass like you originally planned— not run straight to your emotional-support-dealer who was complicating things enough as it is. You could have really done with smoking first though, you realised — which actually made your eyes glaze over with tears. Ellie’s weed was just behind that door.

You finally managed to peel yourself away, shamefully plodding back the way you came. You were halfway down the hall, when the door you were headed for opened — the sound of an oh so familiar laugh reaching your ears before your eyes found her. Ellie was walking along side Dina, the two chatting as your dealer searched her pockets for her keycard. There was a second or two when they hadn’t seen you yet, and you slowed down your pace — eyes raking over her. There was no reason for her to look so good, you almost felt like it was on purpose — hair in that classic half updo and an old white wifebeater clinging to her frame, black backpack on her back with simple black jeans and scuffed vans. You panicked, turning around hoping she wouldn’t see you, realised there was nowhere to run to, and spun back around to the two girls. When you did, they were already looking at you cautiously.

Dina looked at you, and then looked at Ellie, then back at you. Ellie called your name, pace slowing and you smiled sheepishly, praying the embarrassed and stressed tears threatening to spill would get sucked back into your eyes.

“Hey. Sorry I should have texted I was just…” Your eyes remove themselves from her, flying up to the ceiling so that the tears wouldn’t spill. You suck in a calming breath. Why now? Why was it all hitting you now? You glanced back at her just to see her face drop upon inspecting your state, and looked back at Dina.

“I’ll just grab the textbook from you later on, or you can bring it to me when you’re done — it’s chill.” Dina shrugged, and you could tell she was trying to be casual and polite despite it perhaps being an inconvenience to do so.

“Yeah. I’ll bring it.” Ellie nodded vigorously, like she were just about to ask her to do so. “I’ll see you later, D.”

Dina sent you a sympathetic smile before backing up towards the doorway, heading out. You fist at your dress uncomfortably, a silence settling over the two of you as you both watch her leave.

“Uh, come in.” Ellie speaks gently, in lieu of your frazzled state. She taps her keycard on the reader and opens the door, pressing her back to it to hold it open for you before closing it behind you. You watch the way she instantly makes herself at home like usual, kicking off her shoes dropping her backpack, sitting on the bed. You don’t move, just standing there in front of the door watching her. This really wasn’t meant to happen, therefore you had no time to mentally prepare yourself. Your brain was catching up, forcing you to dawdle and have an outer body experience in Ellie’s dorm.

“You… okay?” She raised an eyebrow, eyes flitting over the way you were gripping your sundress like it was going to fly off your body if you didn’t. You nodded, non verbal for a moment, eyes not meeting hers. You seemed to be coping fine before, but being around Ellie made you… vulnerable. Like you were worried that everything would just come out, word vomit all over your dress, and all your emotions were brought to the surface instantly by her calming nature. When you didn’t speak, she did. “You want pre-rolls? I got a couple, I dunno if you got my text.” She starts to reach for her backpack again. “Sorry I wasn’t here — you didn’t tell me you were coming so I—”

“Louis cheated on me.” You blurt and she freezes, ceasing to reach for her bag and reverting to the position she was sat on the bed before. Her face scrunches up a little.

“What?”

“Yeah— he…yeah.” There’s no emotion behind your words now, staring past her at the wall. Her eyes squeeze shut, scrambling for words for a moment as she pushes herself to stand.

“What did— how did you find out?” She exasperates, slowly stepping your way.

“I just woke up to a DM on Instagram from some random girl spilling everything, saying that she didn’t know he had a girlfriend and fucked him. She was really nice about it though.” You ponder, shaking yourself back to your senses. It felt more real now that you had said it out loud, which was kind of comforting in a way.

“Damn.” Ellie whispers, now stood right in front of you. Her fingers nervously graze your arm, wanting to comfort you. “I’m… really sorry babe.” Babe. You don’t have time to register the nickname as she takes action on her impulses, suddenly wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. You’re caught off guard, arms hovering for a moment before wrapping around her. You squeeze, and it feels good to be held by her. You nuzzle into her neck as she rubs comforting circles on your waist with her thumbs, your breathing synced up.

“I’m not.” It comes out muffled into her, and she pulls back slightly— warm breath wafting over your face as she stares down at you in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m…relieved. I don’t feel anything. I don’t… care.” You admit, brows furrowing in a way that made Ellie think you felt guilty for having this outlook.

“Maybe you’re in shock.”

“Maybe I just didn’t like him.” You quickly admit even quieter, like the two of you were having a whisper off. She stared at you, not able to help herself from glancing at your glossed lips, and wondered if you could feel her heartbeat speed up as your bodies were pressed so tightly together.

“No?”

“Maybe I… was already cheating on him in my head.”

Green light, Ellie thinks — infact she’d never known a light greener. She closes in on you, your back rebounding a little off the door, eyes locked in on eachothers lips. They nearly touch, the two of you exchanging a breath when a deafening knock sounds on the wooden door you were pressed against, making the two of you jump. Ellie pulls back, smiling sheepishly at your nervous giggle and she presses into you even more, bringing her eye to the view-hole over your head in the door to see who it was, expecting a customer. She pulls back, face to face and her eyes are wider this time, cheeks reddening.

“Think someone came lookin’ for you.”

Your own eyes expand, and you spin around to look through — a fisheye lens view of Louis stood there, stupid backwards cap on his head and meaty hands stuffed into his board-shorts as he obnoxiously chewed his gum.

Ellie’s heart swells for you when you spin around, looking at her desperately in a panic.

“Don’t wanna see him! I — I can’t. Not yet!” You whisper, breath shaking in your throat and she nods, a comforting hand on your arm rubbing for a moment as she pushes you into the crevice of the wall where the door would open on, hiding you. He knocks again, and you hear Ellie’s neighbour groan, angry footsteps thudding towards his own door through the wall.

“S’okay. Hey, s’alright. Fuck it— uh, I’ll see what he wants.” She nods at your worried expression, opening the door before her neighbour gets to him— boxing you in behind it. You had kind of hoped the sleep deprived neighbour would have gotten to Louis first, giving him a piece of his mind.

“Yo.” Louis greet, uninterested and you cringed, already wondering how you ever dated that. Ellie stared at him, waiting for him to ask about you. Waiting for her chance to chew him out. “Lemme get a half ounce. You got purple haze?” He sniffed.

“Looks like I’m fresh out.” You could hear the anger in Ellie’s voice just from the sight of him, which concerned you whilst equally validated you. She was blunt, tilt her chin up the way she did at that pool party, exuding confidence.

“Damn. What else you got?” He sighed, not seeming to pick up of Ellie’s raging ‘Fuck you’ vibe. She didn’t move to rummage her drawers or invite him in. She simply stood, unwavering. Staring. Borderline glaring, urging him to just get the picture that he wasn’t welcome here tonight. Or ever again, if she was being honest.

“Got nothin’ for you, man.” She held his gaze. He faltered now. Oh? Eyes flitting all around her face like he was trying to work out what her problem is. What did she know?

“You’re all out?” He flattened his voice just a bit more. A tone to his voice that said ‘Are you fucking with me?’

“Looks like I am.”

You heard him shuffling awkwardly, before kissing his teeth and stepping away. “Aight.”

There was no blow up, no gross attitude from Louis, no flip out from Ellie where she’d punch him in the face in your honour. He simply laid down and accepted that he was gonna be weed-less tonight, and fucked off. You peeked, watching Ellie continue to stare him down with her stony expression as he walked away before closing the door softly, revealing you behind it — cramped up in the corner. You looked dishevelled and wide eyed, having had to make an effort to not breathe, let alone speak. She felt her heart just… soften at the sight of you. In a way, you’d kind of resembled a scared stray kitten who’s run away from their big bad owner, and who better to take you in than a loving student with plenty of catnip?

She cleared her throat, stepping back and allowing you to move out of the cramped space behind the door.

“Just hearing him makes me mad.” You huff, walking over to her bed and plopping down on the end of it, defeated. She wipes her hands on her jeans, a little awkwardly — still recovering from your near kiss turned near confrontation.

“Yeah. Kinda took me everything not to kick his scrawny ass.” She shook it off, eyebrows jumping up as she envisioned the scene. You did too, something stirring deep within you at the vision of Ellie beating him, knuckles splattered with blood, angry grimace on her face. You shoo it away quickly, not wanting to indulge in that sick fantasy. You let out a non committal hum, dragging your eyes away from her.

“So did you want any weed? I can hook you up with something…” She took a step toward her black backpack that was slumped against the floor. You shook your head quickly, knowing she wouldn’t let you pay for it yet again given your state and well — as much as you adored free weed, you couldn’t do that to her twice in a row.

“No, no. I don’t think I’m in the right headspace to smoke, you know? Probably not the best idea.” You conversed, staring ahead as you took a long deep breath — feeling the slightest spark of what could be relief that things were finally over, despite the betrayal of being cheated on. You thought you had buried what you really wanted deep inside, turns out it was right on the surface the whole time. Was it that obvious to Ellie how needy you really were for her the whole time? You thought back to your near-kiss a few moments back, heat crawling up the back of your neck like the feeling of being flustered was submerging you in it’s lusty molasses. You realised she was saying nothing, just watching you as she swayed on her feet — nervously toeing at the carpet.

Shit, maybe you’d overstepped.

“Sorry — I can head out now. I don’t know why I ran here I just — I didn’t know where to go. Sorry.” You stood up and Ellie’s eyes enlarged, her own heart thumping as she tried to muster up the words to just speak. She was unprepared, she’d admit — this whole thing was not how she thought it would go down. She’d always imagined you banging on her door in the middle of the night, begging her to fuck you, something about Louis not being able to do it right, and she was the only one who could do the job. You’d be on eachother in an instant, limbs and moans, loud and messy, and afterwards— afterwards is when you’d have the discussion. She’d tell you that she can treat you better, and you’d say that you’d always wanted her. Not… this. This was slow, bordering on awkward. Come on Ellie, get it together.

“Hey.” It came out gentle, and almost like a Pavlov response to her tone, you calmed — eyes melting into a soft gaze as her hand grazed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “We don’t need to smoke to hang out. I’m cool to just… talk. If you wanna.”

So you did.

You talked, and in no time you were laughing away, problems seemingly forgotten as you laid side by side on the bed. Ellie had some kind of magic about her, a type that inspired time to stop when the two of you would hang out. You wouldn’t notice the sun going down outside the window, or the way your bodies would overtime shift closer and closer to eachother on the bed until your shoulders were pressed together. Your shoes were kicked off and the window was open — bringing a warm, balmy evening humidity into the dorm. At the dawn of summer, the warm and lethargic evenings were one of your favourite things about the season change. They were even better with Ellie, you thought.

“So, did it work?” She was smirking, the laugh clenching the back of her throat like she was on the verge of letting out a ridiculous school-girl giggle.

“Did what work? You can’t just start a sentence like that and expect me to know what you mean.” You picked up her brown stuffed bear from the bed and swat her with it— the memory of the last time you were in her room springing up. What went down on this very bed. Suddenly, you realised what she might have been talking about.

“Shut up.” She chuckled. “My handy tips and tricks. Did you ever get down to having a better time in the bedroom?” She wiggled her brows, the arm furthest from you coming up to rest behind her head as she turned slightly to look at you — face close enough to see the green speckles caressed by hazel in her limbal rings.

“Ellie.” You groan in embarrassment, covering your face (and more so, your sheepish smile.) The smile peeked from behind your palms anyway, and Ellie capsized onto her side, leaning on her elbow now with her own grin — caused by the adorable-ness of yours.

“S’just a question.” Her voice was gentle and flat in her deep drawl, pulling your hands away from your face with the help of her own fingers pulling it away. Her hand stayed on top of yours when you rested it on top of your ribs.

“Do I have to answer?” You squint and her mouth turned downwards in thought with a inattentive shrug.

“No.” That mischievous smile of hers crept back up. “But that won’t stop me from guessing your answer.”

You gaze down at her hand on top of yours. It was cold like it always was — having caught her touch through grazed fingers with a weed baggie between them and friendly arm caresses when running into eachother in public. You wondered how her hands were still cold, even in the smouldering warmth of her dorm. You avoid her smug gaze.

“Well what do you think?” You quieten your voice, smile still lingering as you wiggle your fingers beneath her palm, she squeezes your fingers with her own — pinning them down where they rest. Ellie thinks, briefly distracted by your hands flirting.

“Hm.” She pretended to think. “Maybe. You probably tried to help him, bein’ a good person n’all. But you know… what was it you said last time? You either got it or you don’t?”

You said nothing, considering her guess. She waited, for some kind of reaction giving away whether or not she was right or wrong. When it didn’t come, she prompt you.

“No?” Her thumb was on top of the back of your hand now, her other fingers tucked beneath your palm— her knuckles laying flat against your ribs. The touch being so close to your tits sent your mind reeling and it took you a moment to respond, her thumb just stroking slow languid circles on your own knuckles.

“Since that day I haven’t… me and him didn’t…” You admit, finally braving a glance up to her eyes. They’re intense, as inspected — flickering back up to your eyes from your lips, caught. “He wanted to, but… I didn’t want to even try anymore.”

“And whys that?” She rushed out, internally yelling at herself for the speed in which she prompted you. Patience Ellie, Jesus fucking Christ. You know where this is headed, and if you push too hard she’ll spook like last time. Be cool.

Your cheeks pushed up, and she assumes you’re fighting a giggle at her eager response. Luckily, you don’t mention it. “Lets say you wanted a sandwich…” You started. Okay, what the fuck. Where was this going?

“Uh— sure?”

“And there’s a sandwich store in your town. Their sandwiches… aren’t very good. You think, maybe I’m ordering the wrong sandwich. But all the sandwiches taste the same and they’re all… bad. But then a new sandwich place opens up down the street. The sandwiches look amazing, and everything about it is perfect. Would you keep going back to the bad sandwich store?”

Ellie squinted, slowly sitting up a little more with an exasperated expression as her brain caught up.

“You did all that… instead of just telling me that you couldn’t fuck Louis anymore because you wanted to fuck me?”

You burst into giggles. “I’m shy!” You whine, rolling away from her to face the wall beside her bed. She laughs heartily in disbelief, her hands coming to tickle your waist without a thought.

“Oh you’re shy?” She snickered through your squeals. “Fuckin’ Shakespeare over here — what sandwich store huh? No, really. I’m dying to know where that came from.”

You flipped to face her suddenly, her face unexpectedly close. You faltered, eyes dropping to her pretty, naturally red lips before pulling them away in order to get your words out. “It was the best way I could explain it, okay?”

“Alright, wordsmith.” She was not just smirking, but openly staring at your mouth now, so close her breath was tickling your nose.

“You’re so annoying.” You press your lips together, subconsciously hiding them in nerves.

“Yeah?” Kiss me. Kiss me before I fucking do it.

“Yeah. Always popping up in my dreams too.” You beam, leaning into her a little now. Please kiss me. And she nearly does, but your words hit her and her curiosity gets the better of her. Fuck. She pulls away a little, eyes boring back into yours.

“What dream? Tell me ‘bout your dream.” She’s whispering now, brow jabbing downward in curiosity. You sigh, eyes closing. Why would you bring that up? You drop your head back onto the pillow.

“I just… had these dreams. About you.” You open your eyes. There’s blu-tack stuck to her ceiling tile. Her finger almost makes you jump as it curls beneath your chin with the gentlest touch, turning your face back to look at her.

“What happened in these dreams? Hm?”

You suck on your bottom lip, taking the time to take in all her features. The way it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered, just the two of you laying close on this bed, backed into the corner against the wall. Your cunt was aching — you let yourself realise this now.

“We’d be here. Just like this.” You murmur, your own fingers running up her wrist to meet her hand where it cupped your chin. Her eyes followed your movements, glued to your baby pink fingernails. “We’d be laughing, and talking and suddenly… we’re kissing. And… you’re on top of me.”

Thank fuck for your sundress, Ellie’s eyes were truly blessed — dropping down shamelessly to your tits as they begin to push against the material, already practically spilling out from your compromising position. She realises that you’re drawing in a long breath, followed by shorter, wetter ones. You swallow, panting from the memory. Jesus fucking Christ loops around her head, bouncing off the walls of her brain in an echo-chamber of horny. What next? What happens next?

“And then you’re… pushing into me and it feels good. Better than… better than he could ever make me feel. And you’re telling me I’m pretty… and how good I’m doing… just like you said you would.” You’re even quieter, but your words couldn’t be louder to Ellie. She’s tormented, wanting you to finish off your story, the tale of your dirty dreams — but equally wanting to cut it short by shutting you up with her mouth on yours. Decisions, decisions.

Your brows are furrowed, your hand sliding her hand down to your throat— just pressing it there. Maybe for comfort, maybe just to feel her touch. Likely because it’s turning you on. She can feel your pulse thrumming violently against your skin. Ellie’s eyes are all pupil. Is that your heartbeat or mine?

“And I cum.” You grin slowly in disbelief, eyes glazed over completely like you’ve been crying, brows still pinched in that endearing furrow. “I actually cum. And it’s so good. Because it’s you. And only you can—”

Fuck it.

Her mouth is on yours in an instant, swallowing the surprised whimper when she rolls over to hover over you, her knee pressed between your legs. Her tongue introduces itself to yours quickly, the wet muscles sliding over eachother in greeting like they were old friends. Her hand still cupped your throat where you had guide her and she could barely think, her body on pure primal autopilot. Ellie liked to think she was fairly experienced, but shit — it’s never felt like this before.

Her hands are everywhere. You’re trying to count them because you’re sure — certain even that you can feel more than two sliding over you, pushing your dress further up your thighs, kneading your warm, plush breasts. Your legs are falling open wider, like her tongue had reached a spot in your mouth that had triggered you to just go limp, and with the movement her knee presses up just a little more snug against your hot cunt. You shift on it, on instinct and the friction of it just… you moan.

Ellie can’t help but notice how relieved it sounds, and she wants to coo at you, chuckle and tease you about being sooo pent up, because little Louis couldn’t find that pretty clit. But she couldn’t drag her mouth away from you, having journeyed right down to your neck, sucking and biting— marking you. You belonged to her now, and there was no doubt about that. You couldn’t go back on yourself now, no. Not with Ellie all over you.

You kept shifting on it, experimentally grinding your pantie-clad pussy against her jean covered knee. You don’t even recall ever being in this position with Louis, and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, huffing out your nose. Get that man out of your head, before he ruins the mood.

You let out another quiet mewl, and God — Ellie just had to pull away and look at you. Just a little bit, just close enough to still be breathing hard into each-other’s mouth. When your eyes fluttered open, she swore she could have died right there. You look flushed, pupils blown out with that needy look in your eye. As the moment settled in, hips still weakly bucking against her knee and hands desperately grabbing at her shoulders — Ellie felt a small tremor beneath your body, like a tiny earthquake had occurred right below you. It travelled up your body, falling out of your mouth in the language of a trembling gasp. Were you…?

Ellie grinned, proudly — brows knit as if to say ‘awwww’. And then she did say it, mouth running without permission from her brain. “Aw, you’re shaking.” She whispered, like it was a secret being shared at a sleepover. You weren’t your usually giggly self now, getting shy on her and turning away — you just wet your lips, tilting your hips for more and pulled her back in to kiss.

Ellie’s hand were pulling at your dress before she remembered to ask, so she slowed down hoping you’d say something. As she peeled away the fabric, dragging your straps down your arms her lips followed, pressing chaste kisses to the warm skin. You sighed at the feeling, melting into her bedsheets and Ellie tugged just that bit harder, your tits free from the dress now that bunched around your waist. The dealers eyes were on them, and then on your face, and then back to your tits when she remembered she was actually allowed to be looking at them this time. Her hands followed, doing what she’d always dreamt of.

The coldness of her palms brought your nipples to a peak and you wanted to roll over and hide again, but you couldn’t — because Ellie was dragging her spread hands up your ribs and grabbing the fat of your tits and it just felt too good. Felt good to be appreciated, analysed, borderline worshipped as Ellie dragged her thumbs over your nipples making a low whine fall from your throat accidentally.

“Shit, babe.” She breathed in disbelief, looking up at you once more and retreating to drop a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You this pretty everywhere?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing at all— arching your chest into her touch. She gave them a firm squeeze before reluctantly pulling away to continue on her journey down your body, her mission to get your dress completely off still in full pursuit.

She immediately dives in to press a pouty kiss between your tits as soon as she can, letting her top lip drag slightly as she trails her lips downwards to your stomach. Don’t rush this, Ellie — she thinks, and for a moment she fears she accidentally said it out because you giggle. She looks up at you, a little wide eyed in confusion at your dazed titter. Her hands are curled around your sides now, thumbs resting on your rib cage, and your hand is creeping up the back of her head to caress the soft hair there.

“Tickles.” You mutter and she grins wolfishly, shaking her head ever so slightly as she gets back to it. A little impatiently, she tugs the dress down your hips, the material straining ever so slightly before she can slide them down your legs. You help her, kicking the material up and off and hearing it flump onto the floor beside her bed.

She was hungry now, closer and closer to what she wanted but her laser focus was on proving herself. You deserved to feel good, and that’s exactly what she was gonna give you. She needed to show you that she was the better option, that she could look after you right. Her hands were pushing your thighs open now, her face flushed and desperate as she pressed kisses to the inside. She hadn’t even spared a glance at your underwear yet, couldn’t even tell you what colour they were — just fixated on sucking marks into your skin, making sure that the dark purple were visible when she’d pull away with a pop.

Embarrassingly so, you bucked your hips against nothing— the stretch of material spread over your clit just barely grazing the button. You understood perfectly what her game was, she’d bet you’d never been teased before and she was right — but right now you needed her touch, after so long you just needed her.

“Please.” You finally let out as her hands stroke the crevices of your thigh crease, light fingers that tickled you enough to make you buck again. Her nose pressed against the skin beside the lacy leg hole of your underwear as she pressed a firm kiss there.

“Please what.” She didn’t even stop to look at you.

“Please t—ouch me.” You shudder, words nearly cut off half way through. She stops then, eyes wide like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, before dragging them down to your panties. A soft pink, the outline of your fat lips spread due to the way she’d parted your thighs, the material stuck to them — creating the clear shape. What really caught her eye, was the growing darkness through them — soaked through from just her kisses and caressing. Confidence surged through her once again.

Her two front teeth grazed her bottom lip, bringing them down as if planning to say ‘Ffffuuuckk’ but it died on her tongue, just the ‘Ffffff’ sound whispered out. You watched her pupils double in size, and when she looked back up at you her lids were heavier.

“S’all for me?” She cooed, in this sickly sweet voice that made your fogged brain nearly not pick up on the fact that she was mocking you ever so slightly. You let out a shaky breath, and she didn’t take her eyes off you when she leant back in, pressing a soft and loving kiss over the fabric — right where your clit would be. She watched you then, jaw gaping and brows knitting, she even heard your toes clenching hard behind her because of the way the bed covers shifted. She remembered something being said about you liking when the other person took charge, and she wondered how far she could milk you into that space. How much could she force you to just let go and let her do all the thinking?

“S’right baby, just relax up for me yeah? You’re all tense.” She smoothes a hand over your tummy and Jesus, that was easy — you’re nodding furiously, body tensing and untensing a few times, actively trying to get yourself to follow her command. That’s okay, she thinks — we’ll get you there.

She starts pressing kisses around your panties again, your widened thigh crease, the spread lip peeking out from the material, along the waistband. She hears you breathing hard without looking up. Poor thing, must’ve really been unsatisfied to get this worked up so soon. Her own finger comes up to drag up and down your slit through the material, the plumpness of it having swallowed some fabric into its crease. You feel more arousal seep out of you when her finger tips circle around your clit and press down ever so slightly.

“Teasin’ me.” You manage in a strained whisper, trying to widen your legs even more. Your ankle hangs off the bed.

“Mhm.” She goes back in, pressing kisses to below where she was touching, her nose doing the work in nudging your button. She got to work, her tongue sliding out and licking up the juices that had seep through the soft pink material. You tasted just like she imagined, a little tangy and salty sweet— making saliva collect at the base of her tongue to roll down and soak you more.

The moans were flowing freely when she wrapped her toned arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto her mouth more. Through your hazy mind, you don’t quite recall ever getting to see her arms like this — and you’re just now noting how much muscle she truly had. For someone with a cocky side, she had to be pretty humble to hide them. It made the submission creep up more, the idea that she could do anything she wanted to you bouncing around your brain that was quickly emptying itself like an egg timer.

Ellie looked starved, practically unhinging her jaw to gather the saliva and arousal soaked material in her mouth and use the point of her tongue to push you where you needed her. The friction of the material between her and your clit rubbed against you in all the right ways, and just when you felt yourself drifting off into that hazy relaxed space, the same one you felt when you’d just woken up — your stomach involuntarily tensed and curled with something devastating building up. Surely not, surely Ellie wasn’t about to make you cum through your panties.

You let out a pathetic and almost fearful whine as your hand shaped itself into a claw at the back of her head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull her away. You didn’t even think you’d be able to, her head moving vigorously with her face buried in your covered crotch. Ellie wasn’t planning on eating you out through your underwear to the point of making you cum, but as soon as you signified that there was a chance she could? It was game. Ellie was competitive by nature, and sometimes that even meant competing with herself. Bet you can’t do it, she taunts herself— and as she pins down your bucking hips that smug voice in her head responds. Bet you can.

You shake, pressing her face in further as you hit a peak — stomach clenching the same way it does when you ride a drop-coaster, seemingly plummeting to the ground on rickety tracks. Your cunt burned and ached as she frantically mouthed at your clit through the thin fabric, tongue working you in such a frenzy that you were certain if she went for any longer she’d burst a hole in the material and get to the real thing. You felt your warmth gush out, the entirety of your panties now three shades darker in colour due to yours and Ellie’s joint attack.

Her teeth scraped over your covered clit as she pant for her own breath and you jerked, oversensitive — prompting her to detach her mouth, instead choosing to rest her cheek above your waistband, pressing breathless kisses to the skin she could reach.

“Ohmy—gosh.” You whisper in the shape of a whine and she looks up at you again, a sheen of wetness around her chin and mouth from her own saliva and what had snuck through the fabric. Her thumb strokes your waist soothingly, a chuckle slipping past her lips.

“That was cute.” Was all she said and you felt the heat burn your cheeks once more. Whilst you were distracted, breathless love stuck smile hidden by your clammy palms she took the opportunity to peel your panties to the side, looking at what she’d created. She let out a warm sigh that brushed over your glistening mound, entranced by pretty much the most perfect pussy she’d ever laid eyes on. Your folds were sparkling in your own juices and she could see the way it trailed beneath you having dripped down from your leaking hole. A string of arousal still remained attached to the underwear she’d pulled aside, and she wanted to explode. She placed two thumbs either side of the lips, pulling you apart a little more and you ripped your hands away from your face to watch — a feverish whimper leaving you from her touch. “So fucking pretty. ‘My god.” She sighs, pink tongue licking a stripe of you bottom to top, savouring in your taste— now unfiltered and louder on her tongue with nothing between the two of you. You let out a sob, still a little sensitive and your knees come up beside your chest, hand trembling on her head. She sucks on your clit, directly this time and it gets too much, your thighs attempting to crush her head like a watermelon. She removes her thumbs from beside your cunt to slam her hands quickly into the back of your thighs, pushing herself deeper into you as she shoves your thighs up, keeping you open. She hums against you threateningly and you cry, burbling out her name and a load of nonsense.

“ElsEllie—Ell—ie— s’too much I’m— already—” you try but it barely makes it’s way past your lips. She pulls away with an obscene pop, choosing to pepper kisses to your pubic mound instead and looking up at you warningly.

“Just take it pretty girl, gotta be brave about it yeah?” Tough love, because she’s desperate to taste you just a little longer. You’re about to protest, something along the lines of ‘give me a breather’ or ‘wait a minute or i’m gonna cum again too fast’ when you feel the coarse pads of her fingers slide up beneath her mouth, applying just enough pressure to the skin around your clenching hole to silence you.

She just rubs, massages the area, attacking your clit with her tongue once more. The movements are more precise, more pointed — the tip of the muscle circling around your button dizzyingly before you feel her middle finger dip into your hole ever so slightly. “Let me have you baby, let me in.” She whispers on you and you’re nodding, against your will, head thudding back into the pillow and nipples pebbled like you wouldn’t believe. You can have me. You can have me forever if you keep eating it like this.

She sinks her finger in, and you go against your brain and squeeze hard against it— like— if she were wearing a ring you’d be able to pull it off, that’s how hard you squeezed. “Hey.” Was all she whispered, a line appearing in her forehead when she looked at you, the trace of something sterner behind her expression. “Not going anywhere sweetheart, loosen up for me.” She stroked your thigh and you whimpered, doing your best.

“M’sorry” you shivered and she forgave you by kissing your clit again, beginning to drag her finger outwards. Not long after, her other finger joined and you went blind for a moment when they pressed up against something soft and spongy.

“Theeeere she is.” She spoke, more to herself as you hiccuped, hands clutching yourself now, self soothing because holy hell — you’d never felt like this before. Not even by yourself. “Thats it baby, good girl.”

You squeezed again at the praise. Good girl. You’d been waiting for it, anticipating your favourite words from all of your fantasies and it sounded better than you could ever have imagined coming from her Texan drawl. She smiled, like she knew — and tsked at you tensing again. From the fresh tidal wave of arousal dripping out of you from her words, your pussy all but squelched when she started to move her wrist again, grinding against that special spot. “S’talking to me, pretty. You liked that huh? Like bein’ good for me?”

You knew she had it in her— but damn— Ellie really knew what she was doing. You swore if she had dared to call you a good girl in a more casual setting before today, you might have just folded and become the cheater you swore you’d never be.

“Mhm!” Was all you could get out as you found her rhythm, working with her as you rolled you hips down on her fingers. Your chest burned with that sappy feeling — admiring the way she really did know how to look after you and give you exactly what you need. You needed to feel closeness again, and you called her name. “Ellie!”

“Yeah.” She cooed in a deep groan, lazily mouthing at you. She drew back for a moment and you thought she would give you what you wanted, but instead she went above and beyond, spitting on your clit before chasing it up with the flat of her tongue. You gasped, threatening to cut the circulation off in her fingers again.

“Ellie.” You sobbed more urgently, mouth actually downturned now like you couldn’t help from actually crying — hot tears resting in the space below your eye. The tone caught her attention and she looked up.

“Whats up baby? You feelin’ good?” Her voice was high and sympathetic, making you push your bottom lip out — trying to gather her thoughts as she continued to press you, fingers grinding inside your gummy walls.

“Yeah. Need to— need to kiss you.” You sniffle and she’s pouting back at you, instantly pushing her body up without taking her fingers out your cunt. Not that you’d let her, sucking them in desperately.

“Okay baby, alright.” She murmurs, getting herself situated on her elbow and bringing her mouth down to yours. You moan when you kiss her, mainly because she gave into your craving of her, but also because you could taste yourself all over her tongue. “Cantastethatright? Tastesgood” It’s muffled by your own lips as she speaks against them, not letting her pull back enough to speak clearly as your need to kiss her had become insatiable. You have no choice however, when you feel the pit of your stomach crying out in familiarity once more at the intense feeling.

“Ohmygod— gonna cum ‘gain Ellie. Oh Ellie!” She recalls you almost sound frightened, like you just can’t believe that someone could make her cum once, let alone twice.

“Yeah? Gonna give me another one?” She pulled away from you so that she could look at you, hand cupping up to thumb at your cheekbone so that your gaze remained on her as she did. Your eyes grew wild and desperate, wet and weak as you tried to be good for her and keep them open. “Thats it, beautiful. God— m’so fucking lucky. Just needed me to take care of you isn’t that right? That’s it baby, that’s my good girl. Take what you deserve.” You can barely hear her at this point, drowned out by the roaring white noise blasting your ears once more, your own moans a backing track. Her lips were at your temple, dropping encouraging kisses but you weren’t there. You’d floated up past her ceiling tiles, no longer a person. Yeah. That fucking good.

You came back to your body, eventually — you’re not sure when you left and when you returned but you could feel now, your own hand shooting out of its weak trance to grip her wrist and cease her movements. “El” You rasp weakly and she slows.

You seemed like you could fall asleep — and Ellie was happy to let you. You looked adorable and sleepy, so she took you in her arms, pressing kisses to your cheeks. “Did so good for me pretty girl.” She whispers, and it’s so warm and familiar like you’d been with her forever. Like that awful man had never been given the chance to touch you. What was his name again? You pout against her neck, letting her manoeuvre you and baby you. She’d clean you up in a little while, for now focused on holding you and telling you how good you did. She’d made you cum like you deserved, and that was two more times than Louis did. Ellie was… satisfied. “You okay?”

You wrapped your legs around her hips, drawing her closer to your body so that she was half on top of you. She chuckled, pulling back a little to look at you. “Hm? Caught your breath?” There was no cockiness in her voice, all gentleness when she cups your face making your eyes flutter open.

“Ellie.” You murmur, your own fingers grazing her cheeks like you were seeing her for the first time in years.

“Thats right, baby.” She grins, sounding like she was proud of you which made your heart swell. Her sweatpants covered crotch fell against your own slightly and you winced, suckling on your bottom lip and lashes fluttering from the feeling of the material against your engorged clit. “Shit, sorry—” She went to apologise, but your leg locked around her ass, pulling her back into you. You wriggled your hips, humping her like a little bunny rabbit.

Oh… you weren’t done.

“Yeah?” She was still smiling, but a darkness bolted through them, something else there, the sweetness disappearing for something more stern. “Want more?”

You’re lifting your hips now, trying to get some kind of feeling against you as your chest rises and falls — back into the swing of it. You felt deranged, like there was chance you’d be this damn horny forever.

She reaches down to grip your hips and thumps her covered cunt against yours a few times making you hum. She looks pensive, and when she looks back to you she’s decided. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

She’s pulling the harness over her boxers, sweatpants discarded next to your dress, before you’ve even registered her practically leap off the bed. The dildo attached is black, and your mind flashes back to your dream. Not purple then, huh.

She takes the time to look at you from a new angle, on your back, knees cutely pressed together. From where she stands, she can see the purple bruises her mouth had littered around your thighs. As she tightens the harness with one hand, she gently pushes you knee open with the other, getting a good look at your drenched, abused pussy. Your arms squish over your boobs, fists beneath your chin as you watch her in adoration.

Before you know it, she’s hovering over you again— leaning over to share a kiss, as if she’d missed you in the short amount of time she’d been apart from you. You feel the tip graze your slit and jolt slightly, fingers curling into her wifebeater. Pushing herself up to be able to see properly, she grips the cock in her fist before flushing.

“Fuck— uh, I don’t have lube.” She thinks, and thinks hard — this cock was undoubtably bigger than your now exes, and she didn’t want it to hurt. The idea of her splitting you open made her clit warm, but she was set on you feeling nothing short of amazing.

“S’okay.” You pout, high pitched and whiny as you tilt your hips down, trying to hump against the shaft — or the tip — or whatever you could reach.

“Nah s’big, babe. Need it nice n’wet for you.” She huffs. “Look, I can run down to the store. I know they sell it there and—”

She doesn’t even realise you’re pulling her desperately onto the bed, falling onto her back until she’s looking up at you. In any other situation, she’d expect you to suddenly be taking charge — asserting dominance, but no — you looked more fucked out than ever, staring down at her with big puppy dog eyes, whispering ‘Please’ over and over like a prayer.

She cups your cheek, pressing some of your hair against your face from her grasp and is about to clarify on ‘Please what, sweet girl?’ but the words catch in her throat when you crawl down her shakily, licking your swollen lips at the sight of her plastic cock. No way.

“You sure, baby?” The words died on her tongue as you start to mouth at it, pink tongue flattened desperately against the shiny strap. A low moan sounds from the back of your throat as you continue licking it like it had some kind of heavenly flavouring. Now Ellie knew it wasn’t strictly her dick, and maybe it was the way you were pressing the strap down into her crotch — but she couldn’t stop the curses from flying out. It felt… good. You drooled, the pearly, bubbly sheen dripping down the shaft before you took the tip of your mouth, obscene moans and sucking sounds bouncing around the room.

You pulled off with a pop for a second, glancing up at her with your hazy, submissive expression she’d grown fond of fast. “Feel like a slut.” You groan, high pitched and girlish. You had worry in your expression, brows knitted and eyes watery — but it didn’t quite meet your actions as you went back down, taking as much as you could in your throat. Ellie smirked, entertained as she pulled any hair out your face — watching your ministrations.

“You can be a slut for me if you want, it’s okay. Won’t tell anyone.” She cooes. You blink up at her, suckling on her tip. “Yeah. Don’t wanna be a slut for just anyone though do you? You want me to slut you out, like you deserve.” It doesn’t come out like a question in the slightest, her back teeth gritting when she watches your lashes flutter, eyes threatening to roll back. You pull off, dropping demure kisses to the now wet shaft. “You shy now? Come up here.” She’s grinning and you practically leap to straddle her.

You’re not focused on what she’s doing, busy kissing over her cheeks — and you’re suddenly confronted by her shifting you into position, sliding the wet tip through your velvety, leaking cunt. “You want it like this? Like how I taught you?” She tilts her head to look at you and you nod frantically, stopping yourself from lurching forward again and kissing every freckle on her face. Gotta be good for her, gotta be good for her — round and round your head like a broken record.

“Want it Ellie, please.” You whine and she’s shushing you, hot pressure searing within when she pushes in. It’s just like you dreamt, smooth— but small ridges catch inside you making you heave out a high pitched moan into her neck. Her free hand smoothes down your back, comforting you.

“I know.” She croons. “Gonna be a big girl and take it all, yeah?”

It takes you everything not to destroy the progress she’s made inside you and clamp down like a vice, so you fling in the opposite direction, arching your back into her to widen yourself. She feels this, feels you trying to help her push it inside and kisses your forehead. “Such a good fucking girl.”

She wants to give you time to adjust to the size, but as soon as it’s all the way in you rock against her, sliding it in and out. You choke out a pained whine and she tsk’s, holding you still.

“See? Just not cut out for doin’ any of the work are you?”

Something awake deep down within you past the submissive fog wants to be offended. But she’s right. You want whatever Ellie wants, and if she wants you to lay there on top of her and take it— that’s what you want too. She speaks again, and you almost hit a sudden orgasm, her feet flattening on the bed as she slowly bucks up, doing all the fucking for you as you lay limp on top of her. “Thats okay. Just my pretty pillow princess. Yeah, that sounds right doesn’t it.” She pants lowly, but the words echo around your head like she screamed it.

“Feels — so — mmpghm” Its muffled into her shoulder anyway, and her hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading you wider to take her deeper. You mewl.

“Oh that’s the spot, isn’t it babe.” The smugness is back, and you let her speed up, pounding that sore but needy spot inside you. “Fuck, gonna make me cum too with those pretty noises.” Her teeth are grit, and your mind reels. You didn’t know that was possible.

At this point, Ellie was beginning to use you to get off. The way she was tugging you back and fourth on her lap had you sliding the harness right up over her clit, the ridges inside pressing her through her boxers. If she could just hold on a little longer, put her focus back on you…

“Wish you… wish you could—” You choke on your moans, about to hurtle over the edge.

“Could what, hm?” She purses her lips, focused on her movements.

“Could cum inside me. Oh!” It hits you, and maybe it was your own words that did it. But she’s bucking off the bed soon enough, right behind you as her stomach tenses. The idea of her pearly white cum fountaining out your cunt when she’d unplug you making her go into fucking overload. She got sloppy, chasing her high but it was okay — you were crying again, the strap barely moving inside you from your clench but it didn’t stop Ellie from grinding, toes clenching and eyes squeezing shut. Fuck, fuck, shit. She was cumming.

You were pretty sure you blacked out. Because suddenly your eyes were fluttering open, senses returning to you slowly and you were just catching Ellie slipping into the bathroom, laying on your back now having been rolled over. You closed your eyes again sleepily, listening to the clattering of the harness hit the floor and a sighed out ‘Fuck’ from the dealer herself. The tap ran, and you dozed a little before Ellie returned with wipes.

“Mornin’ babe.” She chuckled, voice a little hoarse as you blinked up at her sleepily.

“Come n’cuddle.” Your voice was more hoarse, coming out cracked and squeaky. If you weren’t so sleepy, maybe you’d get shy about it.

“Alright, hold your horses. Need to get you nice and cleaned up first.” She shook her head, smiling at you affectionately as she settled between your thighs. Once she had wiped you up, helped you to the bathroom to pee, and pulled an oversized tshirt of hers over your head — then finally she was snuggling up beside you, pulling the blanket over you both. “There we go.” She stretched, arms above her head for a moment before they wrapped around you. “Ugh, I kinda stink.” She turned her nose up and you giggled into her chest. “Sorry bout that.” She chuckled.

“Don’t think you have to be sorry about anything ever again after that.” Your sweet voice is muffled, and your face warms again thinking about all the vulgar things she just did to you. All the vulgar things you did. You clamped your eyes shut, thinking about the desperate way you sucked her off.

“Good to know. In that case, definitely won’t be the last time I’m pulling that trick out.” She joked and you pulled back to look up at her with lovey-dovey eyes. She panicked, misreading. “Unless you don’t wanna…uh—”

You rolled your eyes. “I do. I want… I want you. Completely.”

Her expression softened, thumb drawing mindless shapes on your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“If you’ll have me, of course. Obviously gotta take care of… you know who, first.” You cringe, thinking it’ll surely ruin the mood.

“Can say his name you know, he’s not Voldemort.”

You giggle, snuggling back into her. “Just don’t wanna. Don’t wanna hear about that man ever again.” You smile, pressing the fat of your cheek into her small bust.

“I’m down for that.”

You let your eyes grow heavier, and when you’re silent for a few minutes — Ellie thinks you’ve fallen asleep. She smiles, in disbelief at the way things have turned out before turning her head to Dina’s textbook on the desk that she was meant to deliver to her at some point. Oops.

When she turns back to you, she almost jumps— your owlish eyes blinking up at her.

“Ellie, would you say a hot dog is a sandwich?”

She gapes down at you. “Hello?“

“Well I was talking about sandwiches earlier so now it’s on my mind!”

“Oh man, now we’re gonna have to argue. Who the hell said hot dogs are sandwiches?”

Ellie never knew how bright red anger could blaze until you showed up at her dorm, soaked to the bone and shivering. World through lenses of crimson waves, Ellie pulls you to her chest as you splutter and snot over her about your now ex-boyfriend.

“I waited for over an hour,” you sobbed, “and- and then when I called to see if he could at least pick me up, he hung up. I had to walk home.”

Ellie’s fist clenched as she pulled you towards her bed, dropping to lay down with you on top of her, still cuddled against her chest.

You apologised profusely for being wet, small palms pushing against her biceps in an attempt to get up. Her arms looped around your waist, her embrace tightening as you cried into your best-friend’s neck.

“don’t cry baby,” she cooed, hand passing through your wet locks, “he never deserved you, you know that.”

Her thumbs swiped under your eyes, smearing the black mascara against your rose frosted cheeks. Hooking a finger under your chin, her gaze finds your lips.

“I know what will cheer ya’ up.”

Your hands trembled as they steadied on her broad shoulders, helping you speed the pace of your bouncing on the bright pink strap-on you had chosen out for her to wear.

“That’s my pretty girl,” she palms the plush fat of your ass, “bounce on my fucking cock, baby. Good girl.”

This is the way it should be. Bare in all your glory, tits bouncing in her face as you fuck yourself dumb on her cock until you’re babbling incoherent sentences.

The room is filled with no noise other than the muffled bass of The Colour Violet, your vulgar moans and her sugar coated praises. She takes a drag of her joint, watching your euphoric expression as you reach your third orgasm of the night. You collapse on her chest; your nipples raw from her excessive biting and sucking, sensitive against the material of her tshirt. Her unoccupied hand, ghosts over the moist skin between your shoulder blades. The tears welled on your waterline drip onto her collarbones, feet twitching and knees buckling.

Her kisses are deep and passionate, her tongue swirling around yours. Her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently.

“This is how it should be,” she whispers against your lips, “I’m the only one you need from now on. Okay, baby?”.

You nod pathetically as she grins. Her soft lips stain wine-coloured blemishes against your neck, kneading your thighs as she begins to rock your hips again.

You could always count on your best-friend to make you feel better.

she pulled her flannel closer to her figure, ignoring the way the winter air continuously made her shiver. she watched as ashley conversed with an older couple, and with everything in her ellie attempted not to burst out laughing at how out of place she looked. her parents had forced her to converse with the guests, stating it would be rude if she had ignored them and ellie simply waved her off stating she'd be fine against one of the walls. ellie williams knew the pastor and his wife hated her already so who was she to keep them waiting? she simply held a snarky grin with a quick 'father and mrs. l/n.' as a greeting.

"if you're cold, we have hot coco."

the sound of a girl's voice almost made ellie williams fall over, however, she stabilized herself against the teal wall behind her with chipped paint. "what?" no doubt her voice had come out much ruder than intended due to the fright she had gotten.

but then she turned and she saw it. she saw you. you were dressed in a little red dress, ultimately a lot more festive than she. your hair was pinned back but not all of it, a lot still sat at your shoulders, almost covering that pretty silver chain you wore, a holy cross pendant on it. it didn't take ellie much after that, your sweet tone, your mary jane shoes, the way your fingers fiddled with one another in slight worry. she knew then and there she had to absolutely ruin you. "well, i just meant that if you wanted to get a little warmer, we're giving out hot coco over there b-but you don't have to." suddenly your voice was quieter, much more anxiety filled in it as you worried you may have upset the girl, your father was always telling you how you spoke too much.

and as apologetic as ellie was, as she wanted nothing more than to instantly let an apology tumble from her lips, instantly state that you were not the reason she was using such a tone, that it was merely the fact she hated everything in this goddamn church, she was interrupted before she could utter a word. "well, i see you've met the prize possession of the family." ellie whipped around to see ashley practically by her side, leaning against one of the old wooden chairs. "ellie meet y/n, my little sister, and y/n this is ellie." little sister? ellie had heard all about you. about how you were practically a pastor yourself, how you devoted your very life to god, got at least nineties in every single test, how you outshone ashley l/n in just about everything you did and yet somehow she loved you more than anything in the world.

and of course you had heard about ellie williams, how could you not have? she was a delinquent. if you hadn't heard about all of ellie and ashley's amazing adventures, filled with alcohol and ciagrette's, you would have known her from school. of course, she'd never notice a girl like you, in a grade below her, head always down in the hallways and clutching your bag as if it were a safety net. but ellie williams, everyone knew ellie williams. she was either beating up some kid who 'deserved it' or snapping at a teacher with a raised voice. nonetheless, you always steered clear of the girl. your parents had a morbid distaste to the girl, you knew that much and yet every time she came knocking at the door, she was allowed into the house instantly and appointed up to your older sisters bedroom. everytime she had been there you were either at choir, an after school club or sitting out in the backyard, maybe once or twice in the living room. whatever the case, she was in the house, grabbing your sister and back out of there, she never had time to stick around and meet you.

ellie's sage eyes sunk down to your silky thighs and how your puffed out red dress flowed around them perfectly, then her eyes racked up to where your chest was, completely covered by the red fabric, she couldn't help but wonder what you wore underneath. however, you were her best friends sister, that certainly... complicated things. she was brought back to life at the sight of your shiny silver cross. "nice to meet you, y/n, heard a lot about you." and suddenly the two girls giggled as if it were an inside joke. you hated being the joke.

your doe eyes turned up at your sister, worry stricken features. "she's fuckin' with you, y/n/n." nickname tumbling from her lips easily as she spun around to face ellie, her arm being tossed over your shoulder. ashley was slightly shorter than ellie, however, you were a great deal shorter than your sister. it made ellie wonder just how bigger she was. she wondered how her hands would fit in your own, pinning you down, how they'd caress and squish your pudgy thighs together. she wondered how small you'd look beneath her. suddenly, she was thinking of every sound you could possibly make and god she tried hard not to show it on her face.

her dirty thoughts were cut short with the sound of your name being spoke briskly yet swiftly, a hint of authority in the sharp tone. you snapped your head to the side to see an awaiting mother of yours, standing with two candle sticks. "what's up her ass now?" ashley questioned, giving her mother a strange look. it was no secret that the girl simply found her own parents insufferable. and even with her tone, you managed to ignore her crude words especially in the 'house of god', you were very much used to your sisters language. (not that you approved)

you swallowed briefly. "i promised daddy i'd light the candles for 'em." and yet you yawned as you spoke, hand coming up to rub at your eye. you were tired. and while everything in ellie was fighting with her to all but coo at your tired face she couldn't deny the way she swallowed harshly at the sound of the word 'daddy' tumbling from your lips. you were so fucking innocent. the brunette girl was rolling up her sleeves, puffing out air and fawning that the weather had taken a certain change as if she weren't completely hot by her own corrupt mind. but how could she not? when your white stockings stood out so prominently and your fingers wound together, despite the two little thin silver rings, one with a butterfly the other with the smallest of hearts with a little pink stone. you turned back to ellie, eyes boring into her own sage green ones. the moon, the stars and even the light snow that had begun falling did everything in their might to tear your eyes from her and yet you just stared. "uhm— it was really nice to meet you, ellie, i hope to see you around more often." noticing the impatient look in your devil like mothers eyes.

"you too, sweetheart." it just came out.

eyes wide from all you, ashley and ellie. belive it or not, but the girl had surprised even herself. with blushing cheeks and secretive eyes you shared the pair one last glance before rushing off. ellie williams did nothing but stare. she stared at the way your hair bounced off your back, the way your dress lifted up as you walked with a pep in your step, attempting to get as close to your mother as fast as humanly possible. she stared. dazed. "dude. what?" ashley practically shoved ellie to get her attention, a confused look on her face as she raised a brow.

"is your sister gay?"

"shut the fuck up."

gay? you? the most religious girl in the whole town? it was a funny assumption, something that ashley could only deem humorous. and while ellie laughed along with the girl, fixing her sleeves with a grin on her face, she couldn't deny the way her eyes drifted back to you, a wide smile etched to your own face, smiling from ear to ear at one of the younger boys who was asking you a question about something religion related. ellie williams hated nothing more than people preaching and preaching about a god she didn't care an ounce for, but for you... for you she thought she may just listen until your dripping words went dry.

that was the night that ellie williams set eyes for y/n l/n and never looked back.

you couldn't deny your own infatuation for the girl yourself. you began to notice the days she came over, how she began to linger in your house, spend dinner with your strange family, how she began to sleep over at least twice a week. you brushed it off for simple admiration, almost envy. you were a girl who was simply caught in the bubble, there you were safe. but something about ellie was so... dangerous, enduring. she lived freely, with a grin in her face wherever she went, she cockily spoke in front of a crowd, one in which she could easily point out your eyes.

she was in another squabble with one of the teachers. it was the male physical education teachers who wore the very same pair of tracksuit end shorts every day. you had merely been a bypasser, books clutched to your chest tightly as you ignored absolutely everything around you. you often tuned yourself out in school, it was the only realistic way to get by. you recited a quote from a book in which you had read that previous night. if you were being honest, you hadn't even noticed the commotion in the hallway, until, that was, a sound of a voice rung out. "y/n." your head snapping towards ellie who had teachers surrounding her, a disappointed look on all their faces, some kids videoed the interactions, others laughed, most kids stopped to see what was going on at least. her greeting had caught you off guard. "how ya doin'?" a grin planted on her lips as she bent her head down at you. your eyes were as wide as saucers as random looks were thrown your way by teenagers you had never even met. it was no secret that y/n l/n was the 'good girl' of the school, how couldn't she be when she spent every day inside a chapel, she was laughable. some kid's brows furrowed and suddenly you could hear everyone whisper your name in confusion to one another. Mr. Lionel, the english teacher and your personal favourite of the school, grasped ellie's arm and attempted to shove her into the classroom they were standing out of. you watched with wide eyes as he slammed the door shut. "you can't legally do that!" you heard the muffled shout of ellie williams who was undoubtedly speaking of the fact the teacher put his hands on her without so much as asking.

you whipped around, ignoring the varying stares and hard gazes, head bound downwards.

but that didn't mean that you were necessarily ashamed to know ellie williams let alone have befriended her, no, you were beyond proud. "you're so cool." you admired in a dazed state.

"aren't I just?" your sister boasted as she showed off her black nails. she glanced over at you, your head resting in your arms that rested on the table, simply watching her in admiration. "you know, you could always come with us." she was meeting with ellie and going to another party. it was a wonder if your parents knew and just decided to ignore it.

your brows raised so high they almost reached your hairline. "me? a party?" giggling as your own sister rolled her eyes with a grin on her face, the idea did sound stupid now that she thought back on it.

"true." pocketing the black nailpolish. "run along i'm sure you have just about everything to do in that shitty little church."

your smile faltered but you fixed it instantly, not wishing to ruin the mood. this was your problem, you were too damn emotional. "tell ellie i said hi." as you stood from the kitchen table, grasping a hold of your small white handbag, you truly did have things to be doing.

"i will." smiling up at you. "see you later, y/n/n." you bid your goodbye then with the tiniest of simpers but as soon as you shut the front door with a small frown etched to your face.

you loved being so involved in your religion, you did, but it was times like this that you truly hated it. you wanted to go out with ellie and ashley. you wanted to make friends, you wanted people not to be scared of getting too close to you seeing as you were just too involved with your religion, you wanted a life that didn't revolve around the church you seemingly always found yourself in.

"you're so fucking stupid!" giggling wildly as she laid her back against the bed, long hair falling down beneath her face.

"you would have done the exact same thing!" ellie defended with an accusing finger being pointed at ashley who was much higher than her.

steam filled the room so much so that ellie could see how condensation was building up on the windows of ashley's bedroom. "i would have ran in the opposite direction, are you kidding me?" flipping over so she was laying on her stomach, laughing at her best friend who was sat with her legs crossed across from her. ellie liked having a best friend that was straight, this way no feelings ever got muddled up. besides, ellie would rant all she pleased about girls and ashley could only do it ten times more about the boys she's been with. then again, it was sad that they'd never get to see the preacher and his wife's face when they said that one of their daughters was gay. they'd often make jokes about how if ellie was a l/n she would have been disowned by now, ellie thanked the moon and stars that joel miller couldn't care less about jesus. the sound of a door opening from downstairs caused the girls to freeze. "shit!"

"ashley!" ellie complained as they both jumped up, slamming the windows open and doing everything in their will to get the goddamn smell out. "you said they had church duty until eight." if mr or mrs. l/n found ashley and ellie smoking weed in their house, there was absolutely no telling how bad this would go.

"they do!" she argued, pulling her sleeve down her arm so she could wipe away the condensation from the window. ellie pushed imaginary air out the window as if it were doing anything. they were still much too high for any of this. it was what hotboxing did to you. filling the room with smoke so you could get even more high, now thinking about it, it was sort of a stupid idea. the sound of footsteps growing nearer caused the girl's heart rate to speed up by a thousand. "shit, shit, shit."

the door knob twisted and ellie and ashley plopped onto the bed, ashley with the joint behind her back. "ash, do you ha-" you stopped mid sentence, mid opening the door, mid walking right in. your face cringed. "what's that smell?" not bothering to ask your sister before picking up her can of vanilla air freshener in which you had gifted her after stating her room had smelled as though she let a skunk inside a couple of weeks ago.

the girls sighed, deflating in relaxation as ashley pulled the joint out from behind her back. "weed." taking a drag of it to ease her previous nerves.

"oh." you tilted your head, watching the two girls sitting on the bed. ashley passed the joint to ellie who instantly took a drag. their hair was dishevelled and tousled, both their hoodies discarded and eyes red as ever, pupils blown large. "is that why you look like you're crying?" ashley nodded. "oh."

ellie took a long drag from the joint, looking your frame up and down. you were dressed in a summers dress, her favourite, it was white with little lilac flowers littered around the fabric, a woollen purple cardigan hanging over your frame too. her eyes moved down to your thighs, you seemed to notice and did something that made ellie almost groan. you squeezed them together, clearing your throat. instead, she smirked, poor baby, you didn't even know what was wrong. ellie knew the feeling well, it was the same feeling that left her in her bedroom on many nights with her hand between her legs, the image of you caught in her mind.

"thought you were at church with mom and dad." the church had a thousand events for the community a week and you were always there but this time, you shook your head.

"me, ruth and maxine went to the movies." you moved so you could open up your sisters wardrobe, she made no attempt to argue.

"ruth and maxine? those girls you were talking to in school?" you nodded, picking at her unfolded clothes. ruth and maxine were two known lesbians, it was a wonder how your parents let you hang out with them, there was only one solution to the question, they didn't know.

"whatcha lookin' for, sweetheart?" passing the joint to ashley. the girl was used to ellie's nicknames for you, she learned to tune herself out. ellie leaned forward, elbows to her knees to crane her neck in attempts to glance into the wardrobe. half the clothing were her own, she may be some use, she may not.

your cheeks reddened at the petname. "ash took my yellow shirt." sending a playful glare towards her sister who simply blew smoke out, rolling her eyes. ellie assumed it was the one you adored more than anything, tight short sleeved light yellow and always clinging to your body. yeah, ellie couldn't forget something that looked that good on you.

"i know how you feel, ashley's always stealing my clothes too." an accusing glare being sent her way.

ashley threw her hands in the air. "why are we hating on me right now?" ellie sent you a glance with brows raised that had a small giggle falling from your lips. "and y/n/n i'm pretty sure i left it at sofia's house." you turned to give her an unamused look. "i'll get it back, promise."

you nodded and began picking up the few articles of clothing you had left drop. you folded them before adding them on top because unlike your sister, you wanted her room to be clean. you picked up one of the larger shirts and flipped it around. "this is so cool!" it was a dark grey shirt that looked much too big to fit you and had a skeleton design to make it look as though someone was looking inside your chest and stomach.

ellie turned her head up to look at it. "oh, that's mine." she stated, realising that it was her shirt that she had left too many sleepovers ago. she bit down on her bottom lip watching the way you seemed in awe of her clothing. "you can have it."

your eyes went wide, biting down on your bottom lip. "oh, no i can't take it." suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, you didn't wish to steal her clothing.

"no, seriously, ashley takes my clothes all the time." again, ashley rolled her eyes. "seriously, i don't wear it anymore." truth be told, she couldn't remember the last time she had even seen that shirt.

"are— are you sure?" you mumbled behind the fabric. you really did like the shirt.

ellie didn't stay over that night, joel had stated that he wanted another movie night and who was she to refuse? however, she did decide that the next night would certainly be spent at the l/n household. joel approved, somewhat. he had met ashley a too many times to count and he truly did like her, he thought that she and ashley were very alike and he liked that. he didn't care for the l/n family, not the mother and father at least, he had heard many stories of what they were like from ashley and that was certainly enough to keep him away. however, on the times that he went to gatherings or even mass like on christmas, when he felt obliged to, he saw you, y/n l/n and every time he questioned ellie why she didn't bring you over to the house. she always stated that you guys simply 'weren't like that' but your excited grin and wave when she entered the church spoke something else.

she brought her hand up to the white door, knocking softly while kicking around dust with her shoe. she always covered her tattoo at your house, it was one thing to get a tattoo at sixteen in front of joe miller who really couldn't care less but even at her age now, she wouldn't be caught dead showing it to your parents, she knew how much they disliked her already.

the door swung open to reveal a distressed looking ashley. "oh, thank god you're here." practically pulling ellie in the door, she made a noise of complaint at the abruptness. "this house is officially fucking scaring me."

ellie bent down slightly to her friend. "what's going on?" whispering, seeing as she had noticed how ashley had done the same.

"mom and dad have finally lost it, that's what going on." she stopped ellie in front of the stairs, where they could barely peek into the living room where the whole scene was unfolding.

"but that's not fair!" you were sat on the couch, your parents standing tall in front of you, intimidating you. your eyes rung red, lashes wet and cheeks tear stained. "t-they're my friends!" blubbering out through your feeble cries. ellie's brows furrowed and her eyes softened at the sight of you so upset. you were a bubbly girl, always obliging to everything and here you were feebly trying to defend whatever you were working against, it seemed to be failing tremendously.

"you have never spoken back to us like this." your father stated in a disappointed tone that made your gut twist. "whether you can see it or not, these 'friends' are changing you. they're a bad influence!" you scoffed, turning your face away from them as you roughly wiped your tear stained cheeks. you felt pathetic, crying in front of them and for something so utterly stupid. ellie watched with a sad frown etched to her face watching as you sunk into the couch, you looked so... small.

"don't give us that attitude!" your mother yelled upon seeing you scoff.

you gave them desperate, pleading eyes. "i didn't say anything." voice breaking as if you finally began to give up, you always did with your parents.

"do you know how much your father does for you?" your mother was not as tall as your father but certainly just as scary. "and for you to throw it away like that! do you know what would have happened if someone saw you there?!" she was getting in your face, much too close for a parent.

ashley tugged on ellie's arm, leading her up the stairs while ellie's eyes stayed strained on you until you were finally out of view. "they were driving through town today." ellie nodded, listening to every word hanging from ashley's lips. "and they ran into y/n with her new friends, ruth and maxine."

ellie's brows furrowed in confusion. "i thought your parents were okay with them."

"yeah they were." she opened the door to her bedroom. "until they found out they were gay." ellie's look went cold. they didn't know she herself was gay but that didn't matter because ashley had tarnished the name already, they wouldn't care if she was friends with ellie, it was simply the fact that it was y/n l/n their precious bead and they simply couldn't afford another 'screw up'.

ellie bit down on her bottom lip, cracking her knuckles. "what fucking tools." her brows were tied together, a burning feeling buried inside her chest. "should we say something?" as if your parents would ever hear the girl out.

ashley simply shook her head. "would just make it worse. for us and for her." ellie nodded her head despite the way she bit down on her bottom lip, taking a seat on the bed. "look, don't worry about it, ellie." she took a seat next to her friend. "the worst they can do is kick her into the bedroom and make her pray herself to sleep." a small chuckle falling from her lips, she knew her sister and her parents well, yes, they were hard on her but they'd never do anything to hurt her. "she'll be okay." ellie nodded once more, sitting herself back on the pillows and flicking through the dvd's in which ashley had left out on the bed, ready to pick one. it seemed as though the girl was contemplating something but ellie paid no mind. maybe she should have, she may have been able to prevent the next words that tumbled from her lips. "seriously though, ellie, you gotta get over this crush." ellie's hands froze.

with wide eyes, she looked up at her best friend. "what? i don't—"

ashley cut her off. "ellie, i know." and the simple sentence was enough to send ellie's thoughts into a spiral. "and it's okay it's just—you saw how my mom and dad were because she had gay friends... and you know y/n doesn't like to upset daddy dearest."

the older girl sighed, defeated. "are you mad?"

ashley almost laughed. "mad?" grinning as she shook her head. "on the contrary, i'm rooting for you."

that night ellie didn't sleep much, worry-filled thoughts swarming her mind. it was rare that ellie williams found herself awake, nevermind at the l/n house at this kind of hour. she couldn't help it, the way her mind so easily floated back to you. the way your teary eyes gazed up at your parents, she felt so bad. guilt consumed her and yet she had nothing to feel guilty for. she wondered how a little lust that day she had met you in the church, looking pretty in a red dress had gotten her here, losing sleep over wondering if you were okay. you were the family favourite, you did everything right and it was for them. ellie couldn't shake the thought of your pretty eyes filled with tears or the way your lips turned darker due to the crying, red raw from the way you had gnawed on it so hard, attempting to block out your own parents voices. ellie couldn't remember when the shouting stopped that night but ashley did everything she could to block it out, playing music, talking extra loud, even going as far as laughing madly at one of ellie's jokes that wasn't even funny. ashley was your sister, certainly she felt some sort of sympathy for you. and she did, for she knew that when these things happened she couldn't intervene, she had before and it was safe to say that things didn't end well for either of you. so she blocked the majority of everything out. ellie sighed and sat up in the double king sized bed. she looked down at ashley. "ashley. ash." pushing her frame around to wake her, all she got was a groan and a swat on the hand. ashley turned around, plopping herself back on the bed and snoring rather loudly, ellie fought very hard not to roll her eyes to the back of her head. there was simply no way she was getting any sleep yet, so she took it upon herself to get out of the bed, there was no luck by staring up at the ceiling and drowning in her own thought consuming mind.

she turned and hung her feet off the side of the bed, pulling on her grey socks so her feet could hit the floor calmly.

ellie scratched at the back of her neck as she walked down the stairs as quietly as humanly possible. she needed some water, then she'd go back to bed, she promised herself that much after all it would be her that was shook awake before nine in the morning.

stepping into the kitchen, the girl momentarily froze at the sight of you, sipping on water as you leaned against the counter. you too froze, eyes blown wide. when did ellie get here? had she been listening the whole time? suddenly, you went red with embarrassment at the thought of ellie listening to you fight with your parents, crying and yelling. "ellie— hi."

"hey, baby." you ignored the way your stomach twisted and your heart jumped not one but two paces. ellie ignored the way her own did the very same as she saw you dressed in her, now your, shirt with only the smallest of baby pink shorts to accompany it, so small that ellie wouldn't have noticed it if not for the obvious contrast in colors between it and the shirt. "can't sleep?" you shook your head, sipping on the glass of water while ellie got her own, filling it from the faucet. you ignored the silence aside from water splashing into the clear cup, ellie ignored the way her eyes flickered towards your pretty silver cross still sitting idly on your chest. ellie knew she shouldn't ask but surprise surprise her lips parted anyway. "ashley told me why you were fighting." you bit down on your bottom lip. "you okay?"

"yeah, i just—" you could feel yourself getting emotional again already. god, y/n, pull yourself together. "i don't know how to tell ruth and maxine that i'm not allowed to talk to them anymore." looking down at your white socks.

"you're not allowed to talk to them at all?" shaking your head, you shuffled your feet around. "because they're gay?" you looked up in slight shock by how easily the word came out in such a casual tone. you weren't even permitted to whisper the word as it was.

clearing your throat, you shook away your slight shock. "yeah and—and i think it's stupid." furrowing your brows together. ellie hadn't heard you state your opinion loud enough before, or at all really, you went along with everything your parents said as to not upset them, doing the very same with your sister, she listened silently. "because they can have their own beliefs, i don't care it's just—they're my friends. and i don't care that they're gay because it doesn't change anything. and i liked having gay friends because they..." they understood you. you stopped mid sentence, eyes wide at what you were almost ready to admit. your eyes snapped towards ellie who was watching you, her glass of water now abandoned on the counter as she waited patiently for you to finish your sentence. "I'm sorry, i don't know why i said all that." suddenly you wished you were inside your bedroom, being sucked into your bed sheets, yeah, that sounded pretty nice right about now. "i'm sorry, i have to go to bed."

and you tried to escape and almost did if it weren't for the hand that instantly caught your arm. you could see ellie's tattoo now that she was in a tank top, her hand was much larger than your arm, it bound around it easily. "they what?" her eyes pleaded for you to continue.

"ellie..." your eyes moved to the top of her hair, she was so much taller than you, they gazed into her own jade pair of irises, then they moved across her flush cheeks dusted with freckles, along the slope of her nose and finally, they rested on her pink lips. "you know." she did, she always did.

"spell it out for me, angel." you took a step back, she took a step forward, you remembered hitting your back against the counter, stumping you from moving at all.

"you— you can't call me those names anymore, ellie." mumbling as your eyes never stopped their light tracing against her lips.

"why?" whisper so gentle that you almost didn't hear her but you could, very clearly when she was so close, lips so close.

"ellie." almost a warning. "I can't." her face was getting closer, yours was growing hotter, pink dusted your cheeks and your lips almost chased her face. you had never kissed anyone before. that was what she was trying to do wasn't it?

"you can't?" dipping her head down so her face met yours. she didn't stop there. "or you won't?" as her hot breath hit your neck, you sucked in a breath.

"i— i think you should go." but you didn't want her to go, you really didn't want her to go.

"you wan't me here?" as a wet kiss came down to the skin of your neck, you gasped out, blinking. this was a dream, it had to be. you felt almost euphoric as her lips flattened against the crook of your neck, the way they kissed you so delicately as if you were made of glass. she moved her head back up almost instantly, as if her own actions weren't affecting her. her lips brushed against your own, so closely that you could taste her. "or here?"

you weren't proud of what you did next.

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a/n: pt two?

“you okay? want me to stop?” you’d checked in sweetly, and she could’ve cum again from the concerned expression on your face when she picked her head up to meet your(just as red) eyes.

“no, ‘m so fuckin’ good, just sensitive,” she’d replied hazily before both sides of her mouth rose in a dazed grin, “you’re crazy, holy fuck.” 

you’d let out a cute giggle before releasing her throat and moving up to straddle her, bringing your face down to plant a gentle kiss to her lips. 

you pulled away, but she quickly followed your mouth with a rise of her head. 

you were quicker though, you little fox! you moved your head back so she would be forced to chase your mouth before you teasingly licked her bottom lip only to pull away swiftly after. 

and now here y’all were. her head hanging off the bed with your tight grip around her neck. you’re straddling her waist with your arm behind your back, middle and ring finger shoved deep inside her soft, slippery walls and punching that fucking spot unrelentingly. she could feel her juices slide down to her ass and onto your fresh linen. your thigh was pressing her leg up so she couldn’t wiggle away from your harsh fucking and holy fuck you were gonna make her scream— 

she couldn’t think as she gripped your wrist that was gripping her throat with her tatted hand, whining out a baby, fuck, can’t take it like that! before you harshly whispered out a yeah you can, be quiet. you were slutting her the fuck out out and she couldn’t stop you! 

“‘m gonna make noise, i cant—fuckfuckfuck,” the volume of her whines increased as she rode the fuck out of that edge and she swore her fucking brain started melting—

“yeah, baby? yeah? gonna give me a big one?” 

“yesyesyesyes— ‘s gonna be so—good, fuuuuck me!” 

you quickly released your grip on her neck and shoved your painted fingers in her mouth, which she sloppily sucked on with a delighted hum, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she caught a glimpse of your small pile of your dead, copper pointe shoes in the corner of your room and her soul left her fucking body. 

she let out a scream that shook the fingers in her mouth as her pussy squeezed and squelched around your fingers as you silently prayed to god that your roommate took her sleeping medication because you couldn’t stop the noises from leaving her mouth even if you tried. 

“doing so good baby, want all of it, that’s it,” you huskily talked her through it and you could hardly move your fingers due to how hard she was gripping them with her cunt. 

she slowly came back down to earth and opened her eyes to meet your gentle, encouraging eyes and she was so close to slipping up and saying she was in love with you—

but you, being the fucking deviant you are, pulled your fingers out to rub her juices on your own clit with a small whine, biting your lip and her core squeezed so fucking hard and you were going to fucking kill her holy fuck—

marrymemarrymarryme— was the only thing plaguing your mind.

Warnings: friends to lovers, general warnings for perviness, very mildly dubious consent (for the underwear stealing and stuff, the reader suspects that it is happening and is okay with it), dubious morality, underwear stealing (Ellie steals the reader’s panties and brings them to Abby because they both have a crush on the reader), underwear sniffing, scent kink, general pervy leering/sexual gaze/sexual fantasies, background Abby/Ellie (it’s implied that they have a pre-existing sexual relationship before this), mentions of Ellie smoking cigarettes, mentions of Ellie smoking weed, mentions of alcohol, mentions of Ellie and Abby having casual sex with random girls (different girls from their different social circles), the word ‘little’ is used to describe the reader - but it’s more of an attitude of condescension (when Ellie is the narrator) than it is about her physical size, mentions of past Abby/Owen (she can’t escape him in any universe - he’s still icky but don’t worry she has hot lesbian sex in this and it makes up for it), streaks of possessive/jealous Abby and Ellie - mentions of them breaching the reader’s privacy without her knowing, slightly inappropriate use of a sex toy (in a funny/humorous way)

housewife kink, something that could be considered fear kink (Ellie likes showing you horror movies because you cower and she finds it cute - but you’re only pretending to be afraid because it’s an excuse to hug her and Abby), slight humiliation kink, reader masturbating - Ellie and Abby walk in on the reader masturbating but she planned it, the reader is inexperienced physically but knows a lot about sex, this could be considered a ‘virgin’ reader fic but I have taken a different approach to writing it, Abby and Ellie are way more experienced than her (Ellie is the most experienced but Abby is definitely not a virgin), reader is more submissive and Ellie and Abby are more dominant, mentions of object insertion/masturbation with an object (the handle of a hairbrush) but it does not happen during the fic, fingering (Ellie giving, reader receiving) (also Abby receiving and reader giving), slight bondage - Ellie pins the reader’s arms and hands down by sitting on them, finger sucking (reader sucking on Ellie’s fingers), rough sex, Ellie smacks the reader’s tit, Elllie lightly smacks the reader on the cheek, mild pain kink, oral sex (Ellie giving, reader receiving), squirting dildo, should there be a warning for ‘fake cum’? strap-on usage (Abby giving, reader receiving), the strap-on is referred to as ‘her cock’ or ‘her dick’, some size kink (referring to the large size of the dildo/strap-on dick), faux breeding kink, reader is referred to as: sweet cheeks, good girl, princess, baby, cupcake, whore, cockslut/slut. I think that is all.

A/N: In reference to the cover - I didn’t want to just use pictures of the game characters, because I really wanted to give the impression that we are going to another universe. I spent a lot time looking for pictures that would suit my vision of this universe’s Abby and Ellie. I’m pretty happy with the Abby one - because I just imagine her wearing random casual athletic clothing all the time. So just picture ^^ with a long blonde braid. As for the Ellie - I had a really, really hard time finding my Ellie. It would be ^ that but with way, way more tattoos. But for reference, I do describe their looks and style more in the actual fic.  

Also, this is set just post their high school days, so just to be clear, everyone in this fic is above the age of 18. 

Context for the AU: 

You, Abby, and Ellie have all been friends since childhood, and Abby and Ellie are known as the trouble makers of your friend group while you are the Good Girl - you get good grades, you always stay in, you were always known for being a good influence on them. Jerry and Joel always encourage you to hang around their daughters, and always praise you for being an angel, and nag them to act more like you.

Abby is the super athletic type, but she has been known as the “dumb jock” - she is not stupid by any means, but she will always neglect her grades in favor of going to practice for one of her many sports teams, and she is known as a Meathead because she often uses her well earned muscles to threaten anybody who says or does something she doesn’t like - like talking trash about her trans foster brother Lev, her disabled foster sister Yara, or calling her best friend Ellie any type of slur just because she’s an out and proud lesbian.

Speaking of Ellie - she seems like a delinquent. She is one of the sweetest girls on earth, but she gets a bad rep because it’s a known fact that she’s a product of the foster care system (even though she was adopted by the couple she lives with, Tess and Joel, when she was very young). She has a lot of tattoos, and she cares way more about shredding her guitar and writing songs than she does about her grades - and you often write and turn in assignments on her behalf because Joel would ground her for life if she let her grades slip too much.

And what your two best friends don’t know - you are not the innocent, sweet minded virgin that they take you for. You have had your corruption at the hands of the internet. You didn’t need to go out, party, drink, or have casual sex to discover that side of yourself. 

So now, during the summer before you’re all set to go off to college, they find out that you’re definitely not as innocent as they once thought...

...

“Sweet cheeks!” 

Ellie called out the playful nickname that she used for you (one of many) as she entered your house, knowing that the door would be unlocked for her. She had promised to come by and see you before going to band practice. Her band - Savage Starlight - had a gig at a bar in two weeks so they had to practice up beforehand. It was probably the only thing in life that Ellie took seriously. (Aside from her ability to please women, but that wasn’t something she really needed to practice at.) 

The reason she had vowed to come and visit you, even with her packed schedule of getting high, listening to Slasher, hooking up with the many sluts she had on speed-dial, and band practice - you were home alone. And she couldn’t have you getting too lonely without her. 

Your parents were on a two month long cruise through the tropics, their vacation taking up most of the summer. Naturally, they more than trusted you to be alone in such a nice house. You were their Good Girl. They could leave you home alone for days or weeks without you throwing any parties or having any boys over.

(Your parents had no idea that you had absolutely no interest in having boys over, considering that all your sexual fantasies were about your two closest friends, and they were both girls.)

But while you did enjoy having the time to yourself, the peace and quiet, you were lonely. You tried to catch up on your summer reading and indulge in a lot of your other hobbies that Abby and Ellie had no idea about - masturbating for hours on end, watching and reading porn, watching intensely graphic horror movies, baking. (That last one they did know about, and loved when you practiced because they got to take advantage of the baked goods.) But you were getting bored, and you missed your best friends. In your mind, you scorned their overly busy schedules. 

Abby had her many sports practices, daily workouts, watching over Lev and Yara. Ellie had her band practice, and - whatever else it was that she did when you weren’t with her. 

But they had both agreed to stop in and see you at least once a day to prevent you from going insane with loneliness. Definitely not for any selfish personal reasons. 

“In here!” You called back, easily responding to the nickname. 

Ellie grinned. 

She loved how sweet you were - how you had no idea that she often got off thinking about calling you that while having you bent over a table with her strap deep inside of you.

When she walked toward the sound of your voice, she sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of you. You were bent over with your face stuck close to the oven, wearing a pair of tiny little cotton shorts that left nothing to the imagination. If Ellie wasn’t mistaken, she could see the seam of the shorts cutting between the lips of your pussy, so graphic and distinct that it should have had a damn censor bar over it. And you clearly had no fucking idea that being bent over and exposed like this was such a pornographic sight. 

You were just being that sweet, innocent girl going about your day. 

With your ass and thick thighs hanging out of your tiny little shorts, the dimples of cellulite dancing as you moved. It was a sight that made her want to go up and smack you. She had to cross her arms and dig her nails into her own skin to resist the urge. 

You picked something up out of the oven and put it proudly onto the stovetop, closing the oven door. You then turned to Ellie with a grin on your face and she felt a distinct throb in her cunt when she saw that you were wearing a frilly pink apron over your tight tee shirt. Such a cute little housewife. 

“I made banana bread.” You grinned, bouncing on your heels with excitement. “For you.” 

You knew that it was one of Ellie’s favorites. She found it adorable that you were so eager to please and clearly went through all this effort just to make her happy.

You giggled sweetly. You felt naked under her lustful gaze, one she probably thought she was disguising well. You tried to keep your expression sweet and pure as you looked her up and down, taking in how fucking good she looked. She always looked good, of course, but there was something so delectable about her in the summer, when she almost always had her tattoos on display, rather than hidden away under flannels or a thick leather jacket.

She was wearing one of her usual summer outfits. A pair of black jeans with large rips all over the knees and thighs - even though it was hot outside, she refused to wear shorts, ever. But the holes in the jeans partially showed off the thigh piece she had - a portrait of a skeleton framed ornately with roses. She also had on her typical black converse, and a band tee shirt for Falling In Reverse (which Ellie probably had no idea that you listened to when she wasn’t around) - with the sleeves cut off, creating very wide arm holes. This revealed the black sports bra that she wore underneath, as well as the new tattoo she had gotten a few weeks ago - a collection of bats flocking across her ribs. 

Both her arms had a fair amount of ink, with her right arm almost sporting a full sleeve - mostly to cover up a scar she had from an incident that she absolutely refused to talk about. Joel had bugged her relentlessly about where she was getting the tattoos from when she started coming home with them, demanded to know the name of the artist who was okay with tattooing a fifteen year old at the time (Ellie had quite a few done by the time she turned eighteen and could actually get them done legally). But she had just barked at him and told him to ‘unclench, old man’ and Tess had begged him to stop riding her ass because it was her body, her choice. You had assured Joel that you were making sure all the tattoos were disinfected and taken care of, knowing that Ellie would kill you if you leaked the name of her artist - some girl your age who worked out of her basement who just happened to own a tattoo gun. Eventually, he did learn to let it go. 

Of course, the tattoos weren’t the only thing that made Ellie so damn hot. Her hair was in its usual half bun, a few strands hanging down by her face creating an irresistible heat in your stomach. She had on some eyeliner, smudged to emo perfection. 

She was a gorgeous, sinfully perfect creature. 

But you had to focus on something else before your lust for Ellie overtook you. 

“Where’s Abs?” You asked. 

“Softball practice.” Ellie answered easily. She was tempted to make a joke about lesbians and softball, but she knew that Abby hated those jokes, especially considering she was still closested. 

“Boo.” You whined. “Both of you are supposed to come and see me.” 

The idea of Abby at softball practice did paint a picture in your mind of her sweaty, running around in the hot sun, using her thick, muscled arms to swing a bat. That was something you could enjoy, at least. 

“Don’t whine.” Ellie scolded you. 

The natural dominance in her voice caused heat through your body, and you had to distract yourself from whimpering, from begging for more. You tossed off the oven mitts and looked for a knife, beginning to ease around the edge of the banana bread to get it out of the cake pan.

Ellie mistook your silence for pouting, believing that you were upset that Abby hadn’t arrived rather than stewing in lustful fantasies. 

“She’s a busy girl, she has things to do.” Ellie told you. As if you didn’t already know. “I’m going to pick her up after practice. I can bring her by later, how does that sound?” 

She finished off posing this offer by stepping closer to you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You bit your lip to hold back a moan at the simple touch. 

“I would like that.” You told her quietly. You didn’t trust your voice to get any louder. Perhaps you might moan like a whore, might start begging for her to fuck you right then and there. You would just embarrass yourself. 

“Good girl.” Ellie easily complimented you. Your pussy clenched at her voice saying these words. “Now, pack some of that up for me,” She told you, nodding toward the banana bread. “I’m gonna go take a leak and then I’m gonna go to band practice. But I will see you later. Okay, Princess?”

Before you could respond, Ellie left the kitchen. You heard the distinct creak of the bottom stair as she went up to the second floor, even though there was a bathroom down the hall. You bit your lip to disguise a giggle - you knew exactly what she was up to.

… 

Ellie did have to pee. She hadn’t lied about that. 

But she knew that you would be well distracted with cutting up the banana bread and making it all nice for her. Hell, you were probably gonna put together a whole lunch for her just to make sure that she ate something. Just like the good little housewife that you were. It was a thought that turned Ellie on far too much - gave her the mental image of having you bent over the kitchen island with her strap deep inside of you while you wore nothing but that frilly pink apron. 

Anyway - your loyalty to pleasing her meant that she had plenty of time to wander into your bedroom without you noticing. And my, my - what a cute bedroom it was. 

Everything was so pink and frilly, a deadly contrast to the black walled band poster covered hole that Ellie lived in, or the bedroom shining with athletic trophies with a secondary carpet made from a mountain of sweaty gym clothes that Abby called her bedroom. Your bedroom was neat, the bed almost always made up with a small pile of stuffed animals all neatly in their place. It was something that further proclaimed how innocent and sweet you were. 

(If only Ellie knew the sheer number of times that those stuffed animals had been corrupted by watching you masturbate, calling out her and Abby’s names as you came.)

Your pink walls, your cute little vanity table where you sat to get ready, your corkboard full of memories - mostly pictures of you with your two best friends throughout the years. Ellie cringed when she saw the old pictures of herself, awkward and young. Pictures that you cherished.

But the thing that caught Ellie’s attention above everything else - in the middle of your bedroom rug (a fucking rainbow striped rug that had clouds on it, that had the Care Bears logo in the corner, for fuck’s sake) - there was a small pile of clothing that you has obviously shed off that morning. It was very much unlike you to leave clothes lying around rather than putting them in the hamper or folding them up for later, and Ellie’s eyes were drawn like a magnet to the lacy underwear tangled in the middle of your sleep shorts.

She tried not to make it a habit. The underwear stealing thing. At least, that’s what she would say. It’s not her fault that you made it so easy. It’s not her fault that stealing your underwear - your cute little cotton panties with bunnies on them and little bows on the front - had become fucking addicting. 

She would say that you were banned from going into her bedroom because she had recently gotten a poster for a death metal band that she thought would scare you. Graphic art of a demon with blood dripping from its mouth that definitely was not for your precious eyes. Not because she had one of your stolen pairs of panties boldly pinned above her headboard. She couldn’t help it, she loved the contrast of the soft pink cotton against her black painted walls - it was something she often stared at while she made herself cum, thinking about those panties stuck to your soaked cunt while you begged for her. She would have died if you waltzed into her room and saw the underwear on display. 

But when she saw that lace - fucking lace - something so out of character for you. She couldn’t resist the urge to reach down and pick up those panties, untangling them from the shorts you had shed off in haste that morning. 

(She had no clue that you had torn off your sleep shorts and underwear in such a haste after talking to her on the phone. After hearing her sleepy morning voice on the other line after she had assured you that she was coming to visit you, you had been so desperate to make yourself cum before getting yourself together for the day.)

She couldn’t help but spread out the lace to inspect it. It was so different from the typical, ultra practical cotton panties that you usually wore. It was entirely sheer, scraps of lace, clearly meant to cover your ass and pussy only as a decoration. A flare of jealousy panged inside of her as she wondered who you had been wearing them for. She knew that you hadn’t had any other visitors over - you were a good girl. 

(And you didn’t know that she knew the login to the Ring Cam your parents had installed at the front door. So she knew for a fact that no one else had been by the house last night.)

She almost wanted to march downstairs and demand to see your phone, to know if you had worn these slutty panties for some scandalous picture that you sent to some random guy who was very undeserving of seeing your gorgeous body. But no, you wouldn’t do that. You probably just wore them to feel pretty for yourself. Which you definitely deserved to.

In truth, you had worn them for her and Abby. It’s why you had been so disappointed that Abby hadn’t tagged along. You had left the underwear there in the middle of the floor as a perfect trap. You weren’t stupid. You knew that the dryer hadn’t mysteriously eaten a dozen of your other pairs. Especially not when you had seen one of them sticking out of Abby’s gym bag in the back of her car.

Ellie raised the crotch of the lace to her nose - it was definitely a habit when she picked up underwear from your bedroom. She breathed in deep and caught that beautiful smell, that thing that was so unique, so you. She loved it so fucking much. She couldn’t tell that it was stronger because of your needy desire for her right before you had ripped off the panties and touched yourself thinking about her.

“Fuck.” She breathed out, reaching down and palming her aching cunt through her jeans.

“Els!” You shouted from downstairs, pulling her out of her lustful trance. “You want a ham sandwich too?”

Of course. Her good little housewife. It only made her cunt throb harder. 

She shoved the panties into her back pocket, making sure that they were completely tucked out of sight, and then she went to chat with you in the kitchen while you packed her a lunch that she pretended she didn’t want. She gave you a kiss on the cheek before she left, having no idea that you heavily eyes up the little bit of pink lace hanging out of her back pocket as you closed the front door behind her. 

… 

When Abby’s softball practice was over, Ellie was already waiting in the parking lot beside the baseball field, her band practice having finished shortly before. She was sitting in her beat up old van with Rob Zombie’s Living Dead Girl blasting through the speakers so loudly that it was practically shaking the tires.

“I can’t believe that you’re friends with her.” Mel commented, giving the van a snide glare as the team gathered their things from the bleachers beside the baseball diamond.

“Says the woman who is willingly dating Owen Moore.” Nora argued, easily biting back. She knew that if Abby had anything to say about it, it would likely be with her fists. 

Abby just laughed at this comment and gave Nora a fist bump as she slung her gym bag over her shoulder, walking toward the familiar van. 

When she opened the passenger’s side door, she wasn’t surprised by the cloud of cigarette smoke that poured out. She just rolled her eyes and tossed her bag into the back seat. Ellie snubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, knowing that Abby would have made some comment about her precious, award winning athletic lungs being scorched by the smoke if she didn’t. 

Abby shed off the large tee shirt that she had worn to practice while Ellie instinctively turned down the music (not wanting to blast out her best friend’s eardrums), and then Abby got into the passenger’s seat wearing only her sports bra and tiny gym shorts. 

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be parked within fifteen yards of a school zone.” Abby joked.

She was clearly referring to Ellie’s ‘delinquent’ nature and how shady the van must look to random outsiders. The van was old and beat-up and did look like something oddly criminal for someone her age to be driving, but she needed it to cart around the equipment for her band, and she often used it for hookups so she wouldn’t have to bring girls home past Joel and Tess. It was a good double use.

“Abs, you know me. The charges never stick.” Ellie bantered back, putting the van in gear before she moved out of the space. 

Abby chuckled at this. 

“Of course, the girl who came out of the womb screaming ‘I want my lawyer!’” She replied, joking about Ellie’s nature to easily get away with everything; the fact that Ellie could easily exploit any loophole to get out of trouble. 

With the sun beaming through the front windshield onto Abby, Ellie couldn’t help but admire her. Her smile was gorgeous, she was glistening with sweat, her gorgeous muscles on display, stray hairs coming out of the long braid she had put her hair in for practice. She was truly, utterly beautiful. 

“I got you a present.” Ellie told Abby, a deeply smug grin on her face. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the contraband that she had smuggled out of your bedroom.

Abby wasn’t surprised when a pair of your panties landed in her lap.   

You - the pretty, innocent, sweet, good girl, their childhood best friend - were a shared guilty pleasure between Ellie and Abby for the past few years. 

In a lot of ways, lusting over you with Ellie was Abby’s sexual awakening towards women. It was the thing that had caused Ellie - someone who had always been so sure about her sexuality - to welcome Abby into being a lesbian. When Abby had dated Owen in middle school and her early years of high school, before their very messy break-up, she always had you in the back of her mind, constantly denying the things she truly felt for you. 

And fantasizing about you together, having Ellie there to help her cope with the truth - it was the thing that helped Abby accept who she truly was. It would almost be heartfelt, if it hadn’t been so pornographic. 

They were both so in the deep end when it came to you. That was the dangerous thing about Abby and Ellie being together when it came to you - they created an echo chamber of perversion for each other, so all of their actions toward you didn’t seem so bad. They always made excuses for the other and shrugged off what they did. Maturbasting together while feeding into each others’ lustful fantasies about you, creating the most filthy feedback loop when they began dirty talking about you. Stealing your underwear, leering at you during what should be otherwise innocent activities - like pool parties or study sessions or friendly girly sleepovers. 

Of course, they both felt some guilt about perving on you. They felt bad for having such awful thoughts about their innocent, sweet best friend who clearly thought of them both like heroes in your cute little mind. But in a lot of ways, it was the thing that had kept their friendship concrete strong when so many other things - colliding hobbies, dividing social groups, peer pressure - had been threatening to tear them apart.

It almost made Abby’s heart warm thinking about - if that blood hadn’t rushed to her pussy first. 

Abby carefully inspected the ‘present’ that Ellie had given her, and she was surprised by the fact that the panties were sheer, lacy, almost slutty - and very out of character for you.

“These belong to one of your van sluts?” Abby asked, stretching the lace between her hands with curiosity. She had to question if they even belonged to you - knowing that the impractical lingerie was so out of place for you.

“Van sluts are better than sweaty soccer cunt.” Ellie commented, giving a shrug. 

Of course, she was referring to the fact that Abby sometimes had random casual hook-ups with girls from her teams. It was something that only Ellie knew about, because Abby still wasn’t out to anyone else - and it seemed that repressed lesbianism was rampant among female athletes, because when Abby got those teammates pinned under her in the dark, they would cum faster and harder than any pornstar or drunk college girl. 

Abby just rolled her eyes at the comment. 

“For the record, most of my van sluts don’t even wear underwear.” Ellie explained, causing a snort of laughter from Abby. “I got those off our sweet little Y/N’s bedroom floor.” 

“No fucking way.” Abby was quick to deny that fact. A harsh chuckle left her lips as she shook her head. 

With the number of times she had gone panty raiding in your bedroom to supply her filthy habits, Abby thought that she thought that she knew your underwear drawer well enough. You were a very practical girl who liked cute cotton panties. You had no reason to buy and wear fancy lingerie. 

Then a very terrible thought hit Abby. 

“You don’t think she had a guy over-?” Abby asked, gritting the words through her teeth as anger boiled through her veins. 

Ellie shook her head, cutting off Abby’s words before she could get too angry. She knew that Abby was already imagining this nameless guy in a headlock begging for mercy. But that was not the case. 

“I checked the Ring Cam.” Ellie assured her. “There wasn’t any condoms in the trash, I made sure.” 

Abby immediately untensed, relaxing back into the seat. She began twirling your underwear around her finger casually as she stared out the car’s window. 

“Thank fuck.” She mumbled quietly.

“Maybe she’s not as innocent as we first thought.” Ellie said, looking from the lacy underwear and then to Abby, giving a wicked grin.

“So… maybe we should do something about it.” Abby agreed, returning this devilish look. 

...

Abby had insisted that Ellie take her home before they go to see you. But Ellie knew from the mischievous look in her eye, it was for more than a post-practice shower. 

They passed Lev and Yara in the living room, Lev playing some video game while Yara casually watched and scrolled on her phone. They chatted with Abby’s siblings for a few minutes, grabbing some snacks from the kitchen. Abby wolfed down some leftovers her dad had kept for her with a cute little note that Ellie made fun of even though she thought Abby’s relationship with her dad was adorable. Though she was quickly distracted from that fact when Abby practically unhinged her jaw to scoop more of the rice and chicken in, eating the food with a speed that never failed to amaze Ellie. But they didn’t linger downstairs for long before Abby dragged Ellie upstairs to her bedroom to show her whatever she was being so tight lipped about.

Ellie cracked the tab on the coke can she had snagged from the fridge, sitting down on Abby’s unmade bed while Abby went into the closet, clearly looking for something. She came back with a box - a large black box that Ellie knew she kept her sex toys stashed away in.

Ellie grinned widely when Abby put the box on the bed and took off the lid. But she quickly found herself unimpressed when Abby took out a very average looking dildo and handed it to her. Eight inches long, peachy flesh toned, with those cartoonish veins molded into it along the thick shaft. It was very typical sex toy fare. 

“Check that shit out.” Abby said proudly, standing tall with her arms crossed as she grinned at Ellie. 

“It’s a cock.” Ellie shrugged. Her tone was bland and unimpressed, and she took a sip of her drink as she raised a brow sharply at Abby, wondering what all the fuss was about. 

Ellie had been the one to take Abby to a sex shop for the first time when Abby had complained about Owen being a total dud after their first time together. So Ellie knew that Abby had far more interesting toys than this in her collection - including a vibrating wand and a g-spot stimulator. 

Abby sighed, clearly frustrated, and then went into the box for something else.

“Ya know, for an artist, you really have no imagination.” Abby complained.

She grabbed up a bottle of something from the box - Ellie would have easily thought that it was lube, and her cunt thrummed with excitement between her thighs as she thought that Abby was about to pin her down and fuck her with the toy. She licked her lips and set her drink off to the side, looking on in anticipation as Abby snatched the dildo back and then popped open the bottle.

But what she did next puzzled Ellie.

She flipped the dildo over and opened a compartment that Ellie hadn’t noticed was on the flat base of the toy, and began filling it up with whatever was in the bottle - thick, white, fake cum. Ellie’s jaw dropped open, actually finding her delinquent mind delightfully shocked as Abby then closed off the compartment and flipped the dildo back over, handing it back to Ellie.

Ellie’s eyes were now drawn to a small hole at the top of the plastic cock - the fake urethra, which was now leaking out that cum due the gravity of her holding it upside down to fill it up.

“It’s a breeding cock.” Ellie gasped quietly, gently in awe of how perfect it was. 

Abby giggled gleefully, nodding in affirmation. 

“How do you make it go?” Ellie asked, continuing to inspect it with intense curiosity. 

“Squeeze the balls.” Abby told her.

Ellie did this without thinking, and - as if staring down the barrel of a loaded gun - she accidentally spurted a large wave of the fake cum up over her forehead and her own hair.

Abby burst out laughing as Ellie flinched from the impact.

“Okay. Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” Ellie griped. 

Abby only continued her laughter, so Ellie didn’t hesitate to point the toy toward her like a weapon and squeeze it again. Another thin string of the cum landed across Abby’s face - oddly enough, it was more comedic than pornographic in this situation, especially when it began to glob together her eyelashes. 

“I did not show this to you so you could use it like a squirt gun!” Abby scolded her, her laughter coming to an abrupt halt as she snatched the toy from Ellie and put it back in the box. 

Ellie, however, found it rather hilarious, and began to snicker under her breath. Abby just sighed and grabbed Ellie’s wrist, pulling her off the bed and dragging her down the hallway toward the bathroom. 

“I still have to shower. Just get in with me.” Abby grunted out as she closed the bathroom door behind them and began peeling off her clothes. 

Ellie did not protest. 

As they both stood under the spray of the shower, Ellie continued the conversation. 

“So, why did you show me your cock if I’m not supposed to use it like a squirt gun?” Ellie chuckled. 

“When I first bought it… I had this whole fantasy about using it on Y/N.” Abby admitted, looking rather shy for the first time that day. 

“Do tell.” Ellie urged her on, a very heated look coming across her features. 

“Well… I just imagined having her bent over… her begging me to breed her up.” Abby explained, her face turning redder and redder with the combination of embarrassment and arousal as she admitted this sacred fantasy that she had buried deep. “I thought about how good her pussy would look with cum leaking out of it. But only if I was the one who fucked it into her.” 

“You jealous bitch.” Ellie teased her easily. Of course, the words were soft coming from her. Teasing was a natural love language between her and Abby. 

“Hey, I’m inviting you to come with me.” Abby reminded her softly. “You’re probably the only person I wouldn’t get jealous of when it comes to Y/N.” 

“Inviting me?” Ellie asked, choosing to get caught up on this rather than the sweet sentiment behind Abby’s words. 

“Yeah.” Abby nodded. “I mean… those lacy panties. That’s gotta be like a siren call for cock, right? She probably wants to get fucked and she doesn’t even know it. We should give her what she needs. Especially before some random guy does and fucks her heart up in the process.” 

Abby was clearly speaking from a place of pain - the scars Owen had left on her that still made Ellie want to kill him and bury him in her backyard. She had made plans to do so that were only half serious, half joking. 

“So… we’re actually gonna do this?” Ellie gaped. 

After years of fantasizing about you behind your back, Abby was actually making a plan to approach you with all of their perverted desires. It felt strange. It felt so… unreal. 

“It’s usually the good girls who go feral for it when given the opportunity, right?” Abby posed. 

Ellie was distracted by the sight of her leaning under the water to rinse her hair, the water gliding down over her muscles looking so utterly delicious.

But she did have a point.

…

That’s why, when they were driving to your house later that night, they had more than just the intention of a friendly visit to keep you company. Abby was packing the strap, shifting awkwardly in the passenger’s seat - she kept complaining that it felt uncomfortable inside her athletic shorts. Ellie was even surprised that she opted to wear shorts rather than putting on a pair of sweatpants - but Abby chose a pair that came down to her knees, rather than a more tempting pair of her very short shorts that usually made Ellie want to act up whenever she wore them. So the long, thick cock was safely secured in the material, the bulge well-disguised by the hem of her oversized hoodie. 

It was an oddly boyish charm on her - the way she spread her knees so wide in the passenger’s seat, supposedly due to the discomfort of the fake cock sitting between her thighs. The way the bulge complimented her oversized, athletic clothing. It wasn’t as overtly butch as Ellie usually dressed, but when Abby was packing heat, she looked fucking hot doing it. 

As much as she kept complaining that it was uncomfortable. Because she supposedly found the feeling of that heavy dick between her legs to be very annoying. Originally, she had thought Ellie was gonna wear it, because Ellie had more experience fucking girls with toys. But Ellie had insisted that the tall blonde wear the fake cock and harness since the whole thing had been her idea. 

“How do you do this? It feels so weird having a dick in my pants.” Abby commented, pulling at the crotch of her track pants for the dozenth time during the short ride.

Ellie snorted sarcastically. “You think I have experience with having a dick in my pants?”

“I know that you pack heat during shows.” Abby said, her voice full of knowing snark.

Ellie simply rolled her eyes - but the silence was very telling. 

It was true. 

She often wore a strap-on during her band’s shows, when she could easily hide her crotch behind her guitar and no one would question it. It gave her intense confidence and brought heightened sexuality to her performance (which worked well with the songs she wrote). And it was perfect for after the show, when she would pull some random bar slut into the back of the van and fuck their brains out while her bandmates were busy socializing. But Ellie had no clue that Abby had recognized that bulge in her pants in the darkness of the venues during the shows she had come to, and realized what she was doing.

They were still a few minutes out from your street, cruising through the suburbs in darkness, but Ellie had a sudden wicked thought. 

“You should dial Y/N on my phone.” Ellie told Abby, giving her a grin. 

Abby just gave the shorter girl a questioning look, but she grabbed Ellie’s phone from the center console, pulled up your contact, and dialed you. She put the call on speaker phone so that both of them would be privy to the conversation. Only a few rings went in before you eagerly picked up, a sweet puppy eagerly waiting for Ellie to contact you. 

“Hello.” You said simply, your voice so sweet, even over the phone. 

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” Ellie asked. 

Of course, she put on a scratchy, fake deep voice, imitating the scary killer from the famous movie she knew had scared you. It was one she had insisted that you not watch, but she secretly loved putting on horror movies when you were around because it meant that you would cower and whimper, and rotate between hiding behind her and Abby. And after watching a horror movie curled up closely on the couch with you, if Ellie took the opportunity to jumpscare you later that night, you would whine in the cutest way before you smacked her and scolded her. Even better if you were having a sleepover with them, because you would complain about how it gave you nightmares and cuddle up closer to them. 

(They had absolutely no idea that you secretly loved horror movies - that you watched the goriest films like Cannibal Holocaust alone in your room for fun when they weren’t around. You simply pretended to be afraid when she put on Scream or Paranormal Activity so that you would have an excuse to hold the very attractive girls closer.) 

“Ells!” You whined into the phone, immediately gasping and putting on your best fake terrified voice. “That’s not funny! It’s not!” Ellie dissolved into laughter, and Abby couldn’t help but to join in. “If I didn’t have your contact in my phone, I would actually be afraid!” 

“How do you know Ghostface didn’t just murder me and take my phone?” Ellie posed, using her normal voice now. 

“Ellie!” You whined, pretending to be more afraid at this prospect. 

Ellie felt a flush of heat go through her cunt at the sound of your voice saying her name like that. 

“I’m sorry, Princess.” Ellie quickly apologized. “I don’t actually wanna scare you. Especially not when you’re home alone.” 

“I’m not supposed to be home alone.” You stressed, your voice still edging on bratty in a way that both girls loved. They loved it when you were needy and demanding for their time, as though they were genuinely irreplaceable in your life. To you, they were. “You were supposed to come back with Abby hours ago. It’s late now. Where have you been?” 

Definitely not getting distracted by having sex in the shower. 

“We got busy, cupcake.” Abby explained, guiding the phone more toward her face so that would hear her better. “We’re on our way to see you now.” 

“What are you wearing?” Ellie piped up, a very stereotypical perverted question that made Abby role her eyes. 

However, you feigned innocence to the sexual nature of the question and answered back with all the sugary sweetness that you could conjure. 

“My jammies.” You told her. “I got sleepy and I was on my way to bed! Cause you two were running so late,” 

Truthfully, you were going to masturbate for an hour or more and then go to sleep. 

“Shame on us.” Ellie said, giving an exaggerated ‘tut’ with her tongue. “Maybe we’ll all have a sleepover together, huh?” 

You giggled, so syrupy sweet that it made both Abby and Ellie tingle. 

“Okay.” You agreed easily. “You can let yourself in with the key. I’m too sleepy to get out of bed.” You let out an exaggerated, fake yawn - and Abby and Ellie exchanged a look, almost regretting that they were planning to corrupt your sweet naive nature, having no idea that you were planning something all on your own. 

… 

Ellie pulled into your driveway, hoping that none of your neighbors would see her van and call your parents to report that your shady delinquent friend was coming to visit at such a late hour. 

She let herself in the front door with the key as you had instructed, and the entire way into the house and up the stairs, Abby continued to tug on the bulge at the seam at the front of her shorts (which was now bobbing around furiously as she walked, entirely horny and partially comical). She continued complaining to Ellie and clearly believed that this was not a good idea. You were too sweet, too innocent, and now Abby was folding on her earlier stance, thinking that you should simply stay that way. 

“I can just ditch the cock in the back of the van and we can just hang out like usual. I mean, she probably doesn’t want this, right? Like-” Abby was anxiously ranting as they walked down the hallway toward your bedroom, and past her words, Ellie picked up on something unique. 

She hushed Abby, raising a stereotypical finger to her lips to indicate that she needed silence, and the blonde easily listened. They both paused in the hallway for a few moments, peaking their ears and realizing that the sounds could only be coming from your bedroom. 

Wet. Sloppy. The distinct, pornographic sound of - well, a wet pussy. Tiny, choked off moans. 

“Oh, oh, oh.” 

Ellie knew that voice anywhere. 

She looked toward Abby with her eyebrows raised, and saw the same look of intense shock on the taller woman’s face. Without hesitation, and with a pure, aching heat burning up between her legs, Ellie walked toward the sliver of light that was coming from your bedroom, indicating that you had lights on inside, and she pushed open the door. Abby crowded against her back, getting in tight to get a look at you as Ellie paused in the doorway, her knees absolutely stiff with shock as she took in the sight before her. 

You were sprawled out in the middle of the bed, that bed with the pastel pink bedspread and the mountain of plushies (some of which were still on there, some of them had clearly accidentally been kicked off onto the floor in your haste) - and you were fingerfucking yourself. 

It was a sight that caused drool to pool in Ellie’s mouth, made her light-headed. Abby’s breathing picked up next to Ellie’s ear and she could only imagine how affected her best friend was at the pretty picture you made. 

Two fingers deep in your soaked, needy pussy with two fingers from the other hand making tight circles on your swollen clit, clearly giving yourself exactly what you knew that you needed. 

The thing that had Ellie in the most awe? The contrast of it all. 

The utterly pornographic sight of your hands going to town on your own pussy without stopping, paired with the fact that you were wearing a cute little tank top, clearly from your ‘jammy’ set, mint green with little hearts printed all over it. No bra underneath, showing how your nipples stuck off with arousal, poking through the fabric. With a pair of cute little pink socks on your feet and your typical cotton panties dangling off your ankle - as though you had been so desperate to touch your needy pussy that you couldn’t even wait to get them off all the way. 

“Holy fuck.” Abby moaned, her back pressed so tight against Ellie that she could feel the vibration of the words through the blonde’s chest. 

You already knew that they were standing there. Of course, you had heard the front door come open, and you had only doubled your movements knowing that they were coming to see you. You were making an effort to put on a good show for them. 

But you pretended that Abby’s voice pulled you out of your lustful trance, opening your eyes and looking over at them. But you didn’t pause the movements on your cunt, not for a moment, looking over at them as you continued to fuck yourself at a fast, needy pace. 

“You’re here.” You grinned, your voice breathless from the activity at hand. “Missed you.” 

It was all out in the open now. You weren’t some clueless, dumb girl who couldn’t find your pussy even with a map. You were a needy whore - even if only for your two best friends. 

“Well isn’t this a pleasant fucking surprise.” Ellie hummed, clearly the first of those two friends to break out of the shock that the entire situation caused. 

She stepped into the room a bit, and you moaned with delight at the thought of her coming to touch you. 

She was pleased when you continued on, working your hands furiously at your wet pussy, fucking your fingers into yourself and rubbing your clit. She wondered if you had cum already and just wanted more or if you were trying to give yourself the first orgasm of the night. She wanted to ask that, almost wanted to stop you because she felt absolutely greedy over your body and the orgasms you should have now - but she forced herself to slow down. She would ease you into this, even if she had owned you in her mind for a very long time now. 

Ellie looked over at Abby, who was still standing in the doorway with wide eyes and a beautiful tint of pink all over her face, her irises downright glossy as she stared at your dripping cunt with a clear hunger. Abby tended to develop that ‘caveman’ aspect when it came to sex. She lacked any showmanship or finesse that Ellie had, and had more of a tendency to want to pin her partners down and fuck them rather than teasing or building up the moment. 

Ellie couldn’t blame her, and it was something that she heavily enjoyed when Abby did it. But she was glad that Abby wasn’t charging into the room like a raging bull and pulling that cock out before she could properly soak up this moment. For now, Abby was clearly enjoying soaking up the sight of watching your own fingers inside your wet pussy, and banking this precious visual for later. 

“So it turns out that your precious Y/N is just a slut who wanted to get caught touching her needy pussy, huh?” Ellie continued, smugness in every inch of her voice. 

“Not a slut.” You whined in response. “Only want you and Abs.” You stressed to her, knowing that it was the truth. “I’m a good girl.” 

“Oh, of course, sweetie.” Ellie cooed, her tone edging on mocking. “You’re gonna be such a good girl for us.” 

She stepped further into the room, walking toward the bed, almost like a large animal circling its prey, light footed and calculated. 

You whined loudly when she reached a hand toward you, but your stomach curled with disappointment when her fingers only grazed across the skin of your ankle. She grabbed the panties that were hooked around you there, shed off your body in a haste. Ellie took them from you and raised them to her face, loudly inhaling as she held the crotch of the panties to her nose, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. It was something that didn’t even come close to surprising you. You could only come up with a handful of things that she had been doing with the ones she had stolen. 

“Smells like my pretty girl.” Ellie commented, coming off as brazen. It was something that came from the fact that she knew she owned you - that no one else except for Abby could ever see you like this. 

She then turned to the blonde and tossed her the underwear, who followed up with that routine sniff, taking in your scent as you eagerly moaned for them. You loved seeing the way her large hand gripped the pink striped fabric, and you couldn’t help the greedy way your eyes trailed down her body. Even in such oversized, casual clothing, she looked absolutely delicious. And as she stood tall in the doorway, unconsciously jutting her hips out with that desire for you, your eye was drawn to the very large, very obvious bulge in the front of Abby’s shorts. You couldn’t help but stare it down, immediately realizing that it looked like a hard cock. It made you entirely curious. 

“What’s in your pants, Abs?” You asked, so distracted that you slowed the movement of your hands. 

You were still so needy to cum, but that need was quickly trampled over by your curiosity of the woman hovering in the doorway. You knew most likely that it was a cock, a strap-on that she was packing. But you wanted to continue to play innocent, you wanted her to show you or spell it out for you in plain terms. Especially considering the fact that if she was wearing a strap-on, she had come there with at least some intentions to fuck you. 

“Oh-” Abby faltered, snapping out of the lustful haze that sniffing your underwear had put her in. She moved an instinctual hand to cover her crotch, but Ellie wouldn’t let her. She moved toward Abby and grabbed her forearm, stopping her from covering herself up, and pulling into the room toward you at the same time. 

“Show her what’s inside your pants, Abs.” Ellie insisted. 

Abby looked between you and Ellie, clearly taking a moment to decide. She found you looking up at her with nothing but desire, your needy pussy still wet around your own fingers and simply begging to be fucked by her. Ellie was looking at her with nothing but expectation, waiting for Abby to live up to the bold promises she had made in the shower. And like a coach on game day - she had to deliver. 

Ellie loved how you looked at Abby with nothing but pure hunger in your eyes, your gaze flickering from her reddened face to the cartoonish tent in her pants. It seemed that the situation only made you more excited. Your hands still unconsciously worked on your pussy, which throbbed with an ever growing need, having both of these gorgeous women in your bedroom, eyeing you like you were their next meal. 

Abby found herself oddly bold then. 

She simply thought ‘fuck-it’ - it had been her idea in the first place, after all. She slipped her hoodie over her head, knowing that her abs were one of her best, most appealing assets. She felt unsure and nervous now that you - such a stunning, adorable, gorgeous girl - was actually presented to her like this, like sex on a silver plattered. But if you wanted to play, then Abby would be the sex goddess that you so desired. At least, she would act like one. 

The removal of her hoodie left her in a gray sports bra, before she hooked the elastic waistband of the shorts down her hips, letting the plastic cock spring free. She wasn’t wearing underwear, only the harness for the strap. You let out a very obvious moan at the sight of such a large cock between her thighs - especially seeing a small trail of white leaking from it - some of the fake cum that she had loaded it up with having gotten jostled around during the car ride. You had no idea that there was more of that thick white to come, quite literally, because you had never seen a toy like this before. But it made you eager and made your pussy throb. 

“Think you can handle it, baby?” Ellie asked, her voice devil-tempting and somehow still sweet. 

“Never had anything that big before.” You breathed out, clearly wanting it. “Just my fingers.” 

“Seriously?” Ellie chuckled. 

Finding you so needy now, she was surprised to know that you hadn’t fucked anyone before. You seemed so hungry for sex, seemed like the type that would have been fucking guys or girls behind their back, trying to keep up that sweet, good girl reputation on the surface. 

But in reality, you had only ever wanted Ellie and Abby. 

You mumbled something quietly, and it was a strange word in context, Ellie thought she had misheard you. 

“What?” She asked you to repeat yourself. 

“Hairbrush.” You repeated, quietly. 

Abby stared at you with her eyebrows knit together, and quickly looked over at your vanity table, spotting your hairbrush. It was wild to imagine something so large and spiked inside of your pussy. She grabbed it up and waved it around as she spoke again. 

“You’ve had this thing inside of your snatch?” Abby gaped, clearly unable to imagine it. 

“Just the handle!” You replied. 

You finally took your hands away from your pussy, creating a very distinct, wet ‘pop’ as you took your fingers out of yourself. It was something that turned both your companions on immensely. You used your forearm to hide your embarrassment, clearly having the urge to hide in your hands but not wanting to smear your own wetness on your face. 

With this clarification from you, Abby turned the hairbrush in her hand, inspecting it. The handle was round, and did look more like a dildo. But it was much, much smaller than the cock she was currently wearing. 

“Hey, shh, it’s okay baby.” Ellie soothed you, climbing onto the bed to kneel between your still parted thighs. “We’re not judging you, we’re just surprised that nobody else has ever been inside this sweet little pussy before.”

She emphasized her point by reaching down and skimming her fingers through your wetness and grazing over your clit. This easily made you cry out and pull your face from your elbow to look down your body at her hand. She loved how well your own fingers had opened you up - she might not even have to prep you for Abby’s cock. 

Abby put down the hairbrush and walked over to the edge of the bed, stepping out of her shorts along the way, standing so the long cock was hovering near your cover breasts. 

“You want this?” Abby posed, attempting to put on a tempting, sexual tone of voice. 

She was clearly referring to the dick she could only imagine splitting you open with. She put her hands on her hips, jutting it out toward you, trying to make the plastic cock seem as appealing as possible. 

You stared at the fake dick with utter fascination as Ellie pushed two of her fingers into you. The act was so easily slicked up by your overwhelming wetness, slow and exploratory, loving the velvety feeling of your unused pussy. You let out a moan at the feeling and couldn’t resist the urge to prop yourself up on your elbows - you wanted to get a better view of what Ellie was doing, and the way that the cock and its harness contrasted against Abby’s soft skin and oh so perfect abs. 

You reached a hand out, petting your fingers over the soft silicone of the cock. It was your first interaction with a sex toy. Your parents weren’t exactly strict, but you would have been far too embarrassed if they ever discovered you with one, even if they didn’t have a habit of snooping around in your drawers. You found the dildo to be fascinating, and you couldn’t help but to wrap your fingers around the girth, feeling it in your palm, taking in just how large it was. 

“Fuck,” Abby swore under her breath.

She was absolutely heated by the sight of the large cock in your hand, even if she technically couldn’t feel it. Your almost innocent exploration of the toy, your touch so tentative - it was easily one of the hottest things she had ever seen. 

“You gonna take it all, baby?” Ellie cooed, that condescension she naturally had with you coming up in her voice once again. The sound of it made your pussy flutter. 

She gently pumped her fingers into you, loving the feeling of your wetness dripping down over her knuckles. She almost couldn’t believe that they had you like this so easily, with your legs spread for them - but she fucking loved it. 

Ellie’s fingers were long and thin, and from the angle she was touching you, easily reached deeper than your own. It was a perfect feeling that you had imagined dozens of times while touching yourself, and as your eyes flickered between her and Abby - who was staring at you with her pretty pink lips parted, harsh breath panting through them - you would hardly comprehend how it was real. 

“I want it so badly.” You moaned, pumping your hand along the fake dick as if you were jerking off a real cock. 

Abby instantly theorized that this must have been something you saw in porn, and she almost wanted to scold you for it. She could hardly imagine her sweet girl scrolling around looking for such filth. But the sight of your hand pumping on her cock was too beautifully sinful for her to want to make you stop. Especially when you let out another moan as Ellie scissored her fingers inside of you, opening up your pussy more, and you leaned over to plant a small kiss on the head of the fake cock. 

“Please put it inside me, Abs. I want it.” You moaned sinfully, further emphasizing the point. You looked up at Abby through your lashes, then, only adding to the intense storm of lust she was feeling. 

“Fucking hell.” Abby was panting hard, her chest heaving. 

She was such an experienced athlete and this was making her winded. She was just so put out from seeing you perform these simple acts; her inner thighs were gleaming with slick and Ellie bit her lip to hold back laughter at how flustered the taller woman was. 

“Gotta make sure your pretty pussy is nice ‘n ready first, baby.” Ellie told you, continuing to finger you with a loving type of care to the movements. 

“I’m ready,” You whined, becoming bratty and needy. Ellie had the urge to scold you, but she loved how cockhungry you were. “I want it.” 

Ellie simply chuckled, and pulled her fingers out of you, lifting them to her lips to lick them off as you took your hand off of Abby’s dick. 

“Switch places with me, Abs.” Ellie instructed.  

You giggled with glee as Ellie got off the bed and Abby took her place. Abby didn’t hesitate before she grabbed you by the hips, pulling you down the bed further so your head was no longer on the pillows. But it seemed that the two were working on some sort of shared masterful brain, as Ellie then seamlessly knelt on the space above your head and began picking up your stuffed animals, tossing them to the floor. This caused you to whimper in protest. 

“Be nice to them!” You told her, tracking the movements with a small bit of spite in your eyes. 

Ellie snorted at the irony. You, secretly a cockhungry slut, still acting like your stuffed animals had feelings. 

“I am.” Ellie said pointedly, sarcasm ripe on her lips, tossing the last one to the floor. “We gotta make room for Abs, she’s a big girl.” 

“You mean: we gotta make room to fuck this pretty thing’s brains out.” Abby corrected, moving her hands to your thighs and spreading them wide to accommodate her. 

You whimpered loudly at her words. 

“That too.” Ellie easily agreed. 

Ellie grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head. And in a move you did not expect, she sat on your forearms, pinning them in place - it was a move that immediately sent a thrill through you. She was a fairly small person, but her whole body weight was more than enough to pin your arms down and she knew it. 

It was something that made you feel so delightfully trapped between them. 

Ellie then grabbed the hem of your thin tank top and ripped it up, pulling the fabric until it was pinned underneath your armpits, completely exposing your tits to two hungry pairs of eyes. At the same time, Abby grabbed the base of the fake cock and began teasing the tip along your folds. 

“You think she’s ready for it?” Abby asked, directing the question at Ellie, speaking right over you. It was an act that strangely turned you on. 

Although she was posturing like she was so deeply in control, Abby’s voice was surprisingly wrecked. She was so wrought with lust from seeing you like this that it sounded like she had already experienced a few orgasms by now. She was staring down the length of her own body at your pussy, clearly mesmerized by the sight of the fake cock dipping into your wetness, even though she hadn’t even entered you yet. 

“I don’t know.” Ellie sighed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “She might not be able to handle something so big,” 

“I can handle it,” You whined, attempting to angle your hips toward Abby to capture her cock inside of you. “I can do it.” 

The moment they saw you doing that, Ellie put her hands down on your shoulders, trapping you with even more of her body weight, and Abby put a hand on your hip, not even having to use a fraction of her strength to hold you down. You huffed in defeat and stilled your squirming, knowing that it was two against one and they would overpower you anytime. 

“I don’t know if she can handle it.” Abby told Ellie, continuing to tease you even though she had you right where she wanted you - in the perfect position to fuck you. “My dick is huge. Probably too big for her little pussy.” 

You let out a sharp moan when Abby moved the cockhead across your clit, causing sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. 

“Please,” You moaned, staring down at her cock, imagining how full it would make you feel. “Fuck, please!” 

Ellie chuckled at your desperation. You equally hated and loved the wave of embarrassment the sound sent through you. 

Those seemed to be the magic words for Abby. 

Abby angled her hips forward, easing the fake cock into you. 

Ellie leaned forward, eager to get a look between your thighs at the sight of you being split open by a dick for the first time - especially because it was one of their dicks, and not some random asshole that she would have to beat-up later because of it. 

“God, that is a tight fucking fit, isn’t it?” Ellie gaped, starting to sound breathless herself. 

You let out a gasp as you felt the round cockhead first splitting you open it - it was a brand new, wonderful feeling, already much thicker than your hairbrush’s handle, and as she got the first few inches into you and kept going - it was much longer. But you embraced it, attempting to arch your back and angle your body downward to take more of it before she was even willing to give it to you. 

“Tight and perfect.” Abby groaned, her voice so entrenched with pleasure that you would have thought she could actually feel the cock she was sliding into you. 

In truth, she just severely enjoyed the sight of your wet pussy stretching to accommodate this brand new intrusion. It was so stunningly filthy that it made her insides burn up, and she was using all of her self control not to simply hammer into your pussy, knowing that you needed some time to adjust to this new feeling. 

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hungry for it, aren’t you, Princess?” Ellie commented. 

She leaned back on her haunches, putting more of her weight on your wrists now. She used a hand to tilt your face up toward her, looking down her body at you. With your mouth hanging open as you panted and moaned, squeezing your pussy down on Abby’s cock, Ellie easily stuck her thumb between your lips and pressed down on your tongue and you moaned even harder at the feeling. 

“Such a fuckin’ cockslut.” Ellie sighed, thinking of it as a high praise in her mind. “How did I not know you needed it so badly?” 

Ellie was clearly kicking herself for having such a needy slut right in front of her the whole time and not taking advantage of that fact. 

“Told you.” Abby panted, her voice oddly cocky for someone who had even been hesitant to come into your bedroom before. “It’s always the good girls.” 

Abby reached up and brushed stray hairs away from her face in a way that made her bicep flex. It was something that made you want to bite into the meat of her arm and leave lasting, bloody marks. 

As if to emphasize her words, Abby slammed her hips forward, shoving the last inch of the cock inside you until the base of the strap on and her hips were flush with your inner thighs. It was a sharp, beautifully full, almost painful feeling. Something that made you moan and clamp your lips down on Ellie’s thumb as you arched involuntarily. Even considering your ‘virgin’ status, Abby made it clear that she had no intention to be ‘gentle’ with you, at least not the entire time. If you were going to beg for cock, then she was going to fucking give it to you. 

“Such a sweet pussy,” Abby grunted. 

She pulled back, pulling her cock about halfway out of you. She put her hands on your hips to keep you pinned down, before she then slammed her hips forward and began fucking you at a brutal pace. The sound of your wetness immediately dominated the room - the distinct noise of your wet pussy suctioning against Abby’s cock, more wetness flowing around her as she took you for the first time. 

It was a sloppy sound that made you release Ellie’s thumb and recoil with embarrassment, attempting to hide your face in the side of your arm as pure heat rose in you. You couldn’t believe how purely pornographic it was, how much you were leaking around her cock; how fucking good it felt to have her pounding into you. You couldn’t hold back your sounds, letting out small moans and whimpers that you attempted to muffle with your arm. 

“Don’t try to get cute, now.” Ellie growled, reaching out and smacking one of your breasts. It was a sharp stinging pain that made you squeal. “You love her cock, don’t you?” 

Ellie began to grope your tits with a fury. She was digging her fingers into the sensitive flesh with the clear intention to make it painful, twisting your nipples sharply and kneading the flesh in a mean way. The stinging pain mingled with the waves of pleasure that came from Abby fucking you somewhere in the middle and made you gasp for breath. You loved it so much. This was something you could easily become addicted to. 

“Look at me, baby.” Abby ordered, her voice painted dark in a way that you had never heard before. “Look at me.” She barked.

You couldn’t help but to listen to the order, finally managing to turn your head and face her. The intimacy of looking her in the eyes while she fucked you immediately caught you off guard. It doubled the heat in your belly in an instance and put you so incredibly close to cumming. 

“Look at me while I breed your little pussy.” Abby told you, her voice coming out steady and dominant - which surprised even her. 

The words made you incredibly weak. From many of your late night explorations, you knew what she meant by this, and hearing her say it aloud punched you in the gut. It was a fantasy brought to life before you that you thought you would always have to shamefully hide from, rather than live out with two of the most gorgeous women imaginable. 

You had no idea that she meant this in a nearly literal sense. 

Abby moved her hands, bringing one to your clit to rub tight circles and brought the other hand down between your bodies. You couldn’t see it or comprehend it with the dizzying pleasure that was going through you, but she was squeezing the balls on the fake cock, squeezing the cum into your pussy. It was something that made her rhythm sloppy, trying to fuck you around her own hand. But she made up for it by fucking into you harder, making you breathless as your orgasm began to shake through you. 

“Tell me how badly you want it.” Abby grunted, her eyes shifting from your face to your pussy, unsure where she wanted her eyes to land with such a feast of gorgeous sights in front of her. 

Ellie too, was devouring you with her eyes, her hands simply sitting on your tits now as she nibbled on her own lip and watched the whole thing with a feral hunger in her eyes. She loved watching Abby at work - watching as this perfect woman was consumed by lust and transformed from nervous and unsure of herself to this sex goddess. 

“I want it.” You moaned out, your mind barely coherent at this point. “Want it so badly. Please breed me, Abs.” 

“Fuck,” Abby grunted. 

She squeezed the fake cock hard, making sure that she had milked it fully and bred your pussy good. Your pussy spasmed around her cock, your orgasm causing a symphony of beautiful, whorish sounds from your mouth. 

Abby moaned when she saw that fake white cum leaking out around the base of her cock as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Previously, it was only something she had seen in her dreams. After a few moments, you whined and gasped and began to shake from the overstimulation. 

“Please, please, no more,” You gasped. 

Abby relented, deciding to take it easy on you for now. It was something that disappointed Ellie, but she chose not to protest. They would have to train you up a bit before you could handle anything more extreme. 

Abby pulled her hand away from your clit, finally pulling the dick out of you with a very wet, nasty sound. She loved the sight of your ruined pussy, slightly gaping and now leaking waves of fake white cum that made you look perfectly deplorable and absolutely ruined. She was oh so tempted to grab her phone out of her shorts pocket and take a picture. But Ellie soon distracted her from this thought. 

“Thank her.” Ellie snarled the order in a sharp voice. 

She emphasized her words by smacking you across the cheek. It wasn’t entirely skull-rattling, but it stung your skin. It was enough to clear some of the haze that your orgasm had put in your head and get you to speak. 

“Thank you, Abby.” You told her, your voice still full of breath and sounding thoroughly fucked out. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, baby.” Abby told you, rubbing your thigh sweetly. “Els, you gotta get a look at this.” 

Ellie then leaned up on her knees again to get a better look between your thighs. It was only then as she took the majority of her weight off your arms that you realized how numb your hands were getting. You flexed your fingers and sighed contently while Ellie reached between your thighs and began mindlessly playing with your pussy, running her fingers through the extra wetness and what you still didn’t know was a load of fake cum. Abby got off the bed and began taking off the strap while Ellie shoved her fingers inside of you. She loved how you were downright sloppy now. 

“You think this stuff is safe to eat?” Ellie inquired, not taking her eyes off your pussy for even a second. 

She was talking about the fake cum, of course, but to your ears, it was a question that sounded so out of place, so strange. You figured it would have sounded dumb and native to even ask what she meant, so you kept your mouth shut and simply indulged in the feeling of her fingers fucking into you slowly. 

“The fuck should I know?” Abby shrugged, letting the strap-on fall into the middle of your rug with a quiet ‘thud’. “You’ve put worse things in your mouth, haven’t you?” 

The answer was definitely yes. Different drugs, sinking everyone’s leftovers in their cups at the end of a party, questionable tacos off questionable taco trucks when she was very drunk and having a specific craving. 

But you weren’t paying attention to their conversation, not in the least. Not with the distraction that had popped up. 

Peering around Ellie’s thigh, as she basically straddled your torso, you could see Abby’s naked lower half unobscured since she had taken off the harness. Your mouth watered at the sight of her blonde pubes clearly soaked with her own wetness, her thighs absolutely glistening with it. You didn’t know it, but because the base of this unusual sex toy was flat rather than flared like most strap-ons were, it didn’t have some kind of notch to hit her clit and give her pleasure. She had simply been fucking you for the sake of seeing you split open on that cock, and now her cunt was absolutely aching for relief. Seeing her so wet made you ache to touch her. 

Ellie shrugged slightly as she thought about her dilemma - whether the fake cum was safe to ingest or not. She pulled her fingers out of you, bringing them up to her lips. She licked them clean before she spoke. 

“Mostly tastes like Princess, anyway.” She chuckled. 

Ellie moved so she was sitting between your thighs again. Before you could question it, she lowered her head and licked a long stripe up the middle of your pussy. She wasted no time before shoving her tongue deep inside of you, pressing her nose right up against the throbbing bead of your clit, and began fucking you hard with her tongue. 

“Oh-!” You gasped out, reaching out and grabbing onto her bun, seeing as it was the perfect handle. If you had any brain power between your ears, you would have wondered if that was intentional on her part. (It was.) 

You used your other hand to reach out to Abby, who was standing in the middle of your rug with her arms crossed, seemingly content to watch for a while. 

“W-wanna touch you, Abs.” You moaned, unconsciously humping your hips against Ellie’s face in a way that made her moan. She dug her fingers into the inner fat of your inner thighs and held you open, pinning you to the bed so that she could suck on your clit with an almost mean type of enthusiasm, making you arch your back and cry out. “Please!” 

Ellie then popped off your clit with another embarrassingly wet sound. 

“Come on, Abs. Give the little whore what she wants,” Ellie said, grinning at Abby.

Abby just chuckled, shaking her head with absolutely no real negativity behind it, before she stepped toward the bed. She stood right up against the mattress and then put one knee up beside your head. This gave you a perfect view of her pussy - she was engorged and needy and soaked for you, and from this close, you could smell that unique musk coming off her. That was definitely something you couldn’t have imagined, and you loved how real it was. You didn’t hesitate to reach out and run your fingers along her thigh while Ellie got back to devouring you. 

“S-so pretty.” You complimented her, your breath stolen by the woman between your thighs. “You’re so p-pretty, Abs.” 

Abby reached out and gently skimmed her fingers along your hairline, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the slight twinge of rose that came over her cheeks. Of all things, she was definitely not used to being called ‘pretty’. She loved the way it sounded coming from your lips, though, and she would have been embarrassed to admit that she wanted to hear you say it a lot more. 

Your touch then found Abby’s clit, your fingers adorably gentle and exploratory against her. At the same time, you let out a shuddering moan as Ellie began shamelessly flicking your clit with her tongue, enjoying the taste of you and how sloppy you made her face. Eating girls out was one of her favorite activities, but getting a taste of you easily made her addicted. She knew that now, she would have to be between your thighs at least once a day, lest she go insane. 

You began to rub Abby’s clit in a way that you would have enjoyed your own to be touched - smooth, soft movements, loving the feeling of the wetness and the pure heat radiating under your fingers. Abby thought it was sweet that you were being so tentative, but she was hungry and easily needed more. She grabbed your wrist, and for a moment, you worried that you had done something wrong. 

“You can put your fingers inside.” Abby told you. “Two or three. And use your thumb on my clit. Like this,” 

She made a gesture with her hand that looked like someone giving finger guns, with her thumb more aligned with her two fingers. Your mind was dizzy from the thumping waves of pleasure coming from Ellie’s mouth on you, especially with her moaning against you like you were the best taste she had ever experienced. But you were eager to do well, so when Abby let go of your wrist, you quickly copied the motion and stuck those two fingers inside of her, pushing your thumb against the round little bead. You felt amazed by the sensation of her pure heat around your two fingers. The only pussy you had ever touched was your own, and it was a beautifully strange sensation to touch someone else’s. 

“Fuck,” Abby moaned out, tilting her head back, clearly impressed with you. 

It was a slightly awkward movement to get used to, but you didn’t have to do much of the work. Abby kept a slight grip on your wrist and aggressively humped against your hand while you dug your fingers into Ellie’s hair and humped her face. The three of you dissolved into an array of moans and sloppy sounds - it was the most perfect instance of pleasure you had ever experienced in your life. It wasn’t long before Ellie had you cumming on her tongue and you felt Abby squeezing around your fingers, dripping more wetness down over your knuckles. Her body somehow felt hotter, feeling as though she might somehow burn you just from the contact alone. 

Ellie gave one last sharp suck on your clit as she pulled away, and Abby sighed contently as she eased your fingers out of her pussy by pulling on your wrist. 

“Thank you, baby.” Abby told you with a grin. 

You stared at your own hand, wiggling your fingers and playing with the wetness. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by the look and feel of it on your fingers. And then, you couldn’t resist the urge to bring those fingers to your mouth. She tasted much different than your own pussy did (the few times you had gotten curious and licked off your fingers after cumming on your own hand) and you moaned at the taste. 

“How is it that you are so hot and so goddamn cute at the same time?” Ellie pondered, talking quietly under her breath. 

It was only then that you realized that both of them were staring at you with absolutely wicked heat still lingering in their eyes. 

You shrugged. 

“Abs, c’mere.” 

Ellie reached over and grabbed Abby by the elbow, pulling her down and then capturing her in an absolutely sweltering kiss. It was a move specifically with the intention to spread your taste into the blonde’s mouth. She shoved her tongue into Abby’s mouth and Abby moaned at the taste of your pussy on her lips. Your now well used pussy pulsed at the sight of them so perfectly entangled. 

You could only think of one thing. 

“I want a kiss too.” You whined. 

Ellie pulled back from Abby’s mouth then, and gave you a smirk. 

“Oh, you want a kiss?” She teased you. 

You nodded your head vigorously, and she was quick to capture your mouth. You had been expecting her lips to be sweet and affectionate, as they usually were when she kissed your cheek in greeting. But this was devilish and filthy, exactly how she had made-out with your pussy. She shoved her tongue right past your lips, absolutely dominant. She made you to whimper as she sealed her lips firmly against yours and began fucking your mouth with her tongue. The pure filth only emphasized by the sloppy wetness - the wetness from your pussy still on her chin - that she was smearing all over your face as she kissed you. 

Ellie only pulled away from the kiss when harsh rock music began to play from somewhere. You realized after a hazy moment that it was her phone ringing in her back pocket. Ellie reached for it and sighed when she saw the contact name, while Abby moved toward you and gave Ellie a slight shove, wanting to climb on top of you instead. 

“Move,” Abby told Ellie. 

Ellie answered her phone, tucking her body tight in toward the wall on one side of your bed (the place where your stuffed animals usually sat) while Abby crawled on top of you. Abby placed her own mouth over yours and kissed you in more of that sweet way you had been expecting. You put your hands on her lovely broad shoulders and she began to palm your tits and play with them absent-mindedly while you both listened to Ellie talking. 

“No, old man, I don’t know where your golf clubs are.” Ellie sighed, her tone short and impatient. “Did you ask Tess?”

She was obviously talking to Joel - the only person she called ‘old man’ with such casual fondness. 

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have waited until one in the morning to actually locate them.” Ellie told him, her voice dripping with condescension. 

There was a loud voice from the other end, though you couldn’t decipher any of the words - Abby pulled away from your lips and began sucking on the side of your neck, turning your brain into absolute mush. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.” Ellie sighed. 

She hung up the call, and then, much to your disappointment, she moved to get off the bed. 

“What’s up?” Abby asked, pulling away from you to sit up on her knees. 

Ellie tucked her phone and then grabbed something off the floor - what you quickly realized was the underwear that had been around your ankle when they arrived - before she answered. 

“Apparently Joel is going to the golf course with your dad tomorrow, and he can’t find his clubs. I was in the garage looking for one of my extra amps yesterday, and I moved a bunch of shit, and now he’s blaming me, so he’s making me go home and help him look.” Ellie rolled her eyes. “And Tess is at her book club, and she’s got her phone turned off.” 

“Book club?” You questioned.

“It’s just a bunch of middle aged women from the neighborhood drinking wine and bitching.” Ellie explained. “But she’s not home, so he’s nagging me about this shit.” 

“My dad probably has an extra set that he can borrow,” Abby told her. 

“You know Joel. It’s the principle of the thing now. If he doesn’t find those clubs, he’s gonna drive us all insane. Or blame me and Tess for getting rid of them just to bother him.” Ellie rolled her eyes. “You gonna catch a ride with me?” 

Ellie looked between the two of you, still mostly naked and very cozy together. She pretty much knew the answer already. 

“I’ll stay,” Abby told her with a grin. 

“Alright.” Ellie nodded. “I’m taking these.” She told you, holding up the underwear to show you before she then stuffed them into her back pocket. “I guess you probably know by now what happened to the other pairs.” 

You nodded. “I figured it wasn’t a coincidence.” 

Ellie gave you another kiss - this one a bit more chaste, but just as good, and then she kissed Abby. 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, an eager glint in your eye. 

“You know it, sweet cheeks.” Ellie told you, causing you to giggle with pure joy. Ellie then walked toward your bedroom door, and before she left, she threw out one last remark. “Take good care of my girl, Abs!” 

“Your girl?” Abby argued back. 

It didn’t turn into a full-blown argument, because Ellie left. As she was going down the stairs, her phone began to ring again and you heard another annoyed sigh coming from her. 

“Hey, I’m yours too.” You told Abby, smiling up at her. 

“Damn straight.” She told you, leaning down to give you another kiss.

... 

The idea of being cooped up with your girlfriend didn't bother you, but what did bother you was the fact that she wasn't paying attention to you. Your eyes were glued to the falling snow outside of Ellie's window, the blizzard giving little to no visibility. The sound of you repeatedly tapping your thigh did nothing other than disrupt Ellie's focus.

Ellie wasn't particularly happy with the fact that you were extremely impatient, and bratty while you were snowed in. With nothing to do, Ellie had spent a lot of her time drawing and listening to music while you kept busy with your own hobbies. Luckily, Ellie listened to her music with one earbud out so she could hear you in case you spoke to her.

You'd suggested making hot chocolate, to which Ellie replied, "If you want."

You were frustrated— beyond frustrated. You wanted Ellie's attention, and most of all, you were incredibly turned on. Seeing the way she would flick over the paper as she drew, the way her arms and fingers would flex. It drove you insane.

Your mouth ran before your gears and you snapped, "Do you or not?"

Ellie turned her head to look at you from her desk, to where you were sitting on your side in the middle of her bed. The skin between her brows was knitted together as she looked at you, surprised yet taken aback by your attitude. Her eyes turned dark, seeing you in the middle of her bed, practically begging for her to at least look at you.

That's how you ended up on top of Ellie, your cunt grinding against hers as she laid with her head against her pillows. Your eyes were glued to her face, her light pink dusted cheeks in contrast to her bronze freckles.

Tiny droplets of sweat littered Ellie's forehead as she lied underneath you, still taking control of you despite her position. Her eyes darkened as she watched your slick that continuously dribbled down your thighs, coating her as she grinded her hips up into you.

Scattered moans and grunts fell from her lips as her grip tightened on your right thigh, which was laid across her lower stomach. You could feel her slender hand tightening, forcing you to grind on her with more pressure.

The sounds of your cunt sloppily kneading hers echoed throughout her bedroom, along with the pathetic whimpers that spilled from your mouth. You suddenly felt the connection of Ellie's palm connecting with your ass, a short yelp escaping your lips. Shortly after the strike, her hand returned to the mark to soothe it with a tender grip. You let out a moan against her lips as you continued to striddle her, one knee facing the end of the bed while the other faced Ellie.

"Fuck, I love when you give me those eyes," Ellie purred as she looked up at you, seeing your hooded eyes as you grinded your pussy against hers, the friction against your clit sending your stomach in somersaults. Ellie was purposely holding you so you couldn't fasten your pace, a chuckle erupting from her throat every time you let out a whimper.

"Move your hips, baby," she ordered, her eyes never leaving your face as you began to grind without Ellie's help. Her hand swiftly made contact with your ass again, earning another pleasured yelp in surprise. "C'mon, pretty girl. You forget how to move?"

You scoffed down at her, applying pressure and tempo. Ellie's chest began to heave the faster you rolled your hips, encouraging you to continue the rough pace.

"Fuck," Ellie groaned, tightly grasping your ass in one hand while she held your thigh in the other. She released her grip before slapping your ass once again, and as the strikes began to burn from landing in the same spot, your filthy moans progressed. "Yeah? You like that?"

You nodded, nibbling your bottom lip as you continued to grind yourself against her, your wetness mixing together in a sloppy mess. You had no doubt you had marks on your ass that were bound to be sore in time. You loved it, though, and Ellie knew it. She could see it in your face from the way it would contort in pleasure, which only fueled Ellie's fire.

"God damn, you're filthy," Ellie mustered in between breaths, her palm continuing to strike your ass and soothe it for a short period after each one. The way you would jolt while your eyelashes fluttered after each land drove her mad.

You suddenly whined, the searing pleasure growing to be too much. You grabbed Ellie's wrists, successfully planting them against the bed on her sides. She was too taken aback to respond in time, and although she could easily overpower you. Instead, she watched you, her eyes boring into your face as you held her down.

"I'll let the brat get what she wants," Ellie purred, a small smile threatening to tug on the corners of her lips as your grip on her wrists tightened. Your pace was growing quick, heavy breaths falling from both your lips as you fastened your pace, feeling your peak quickly creeping up on you.

Ellie watched as your orgasm crashed into you, watching as your eyes quickly rolled to the back of your head, your back arching in the process. The sight alone sent Ellie toward her own release, both of you gasping and moaning as you slowly rocked your hips together. Your legs were trembling, your grip on Ellie's wrists releasing enough for Ellie to then grab your wrists, flipping you around to your back.

You were too fucked out to look down and watch Ellie position herself between your legs, only realizing when you heard a low hum before feeling a sharp smack on your sensitive cunt. You let out a yelp, your legs instinctively flying together, though Ellie expected it, raising her hand to quickly push them apart.

Sure, Ellie was known to be self-indulgent, but one thing she just couldn't allow was your attitude.

"P-please, Ellie. I can't," you whimpered, your thighs trembling as Ellie's thumb began to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. Another whine escaped your lips, your fingers tightening on the comforter beneath you. All Ellie responded with was a tsk before landing another harsh slap on your cunt, a pleasured yelp erupting from your throat. With so much time to spare, Ellie only had one thing in mind.