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Content warning: College AU, Needy Vi, making out, small mentions of biting, hickeys, Vi being referred to as a puppy (obviously), Viβs honesty a bit pathetic, degrading and a small bit of mocking (nothing insane), Gender neutral!Reader, Reader isnβt described in any way. If I missed anything please let me know as I want to make sure my CW are accurate.
Authors note: Sorry I havenβt posted an actual fic in ages, Iβm literally in the middle of exam season (which means I may go a while without posting again). I really enjoyed writing this as I love Puppy!Vi so much, my requests are still OPEN at the moment as well (so like if you have puppy!Vi ideas ask away PLEASE).
Wordcount: 813
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Vi had been craving your attention all day, she hated living away from you, it meant she couldnβt get head pats, or her hair brushed, or your warm thighs against her face, it felt like torture.
So to fix this issue she decided to do a surprise visit to your dorm. Without thinking twice she got into her car and drove about 10 minutes towards the university you stayed at. After arriving she walked in like she owned the place, using the spare key which you had given her a few months ago. However she noticed that the dorm was filled with an empty silence, you werenβt home. Viβs ears flattened against her head as she remembered you had an extra class today, hence you not being here. She walked inside, closing the door behind her before heading straight to your bedroom to curl up in your bed, surrounded by your scent.
After roughly an hour you came back to your dorm, you immediately noticed that the door wasnβt locked. As you walked in and looked around you noticed Viβs shoes on the floor, immediately relaxing. Placing your bag and coat in their designated spot, you moved towards the bedroom, guessing thatβs where Vi was. Low and behold Vi was curled up on your bed, half asleep and cuddling up against one of your pillows. Before heading over to her you got changed into some more comfortable clothes and then headed towards the bed, sitting down next to her and gently tapping her shoulder.
βHmmm?β Vi shifted slightly before looking up to see you, immediately her tail started thumping against the bed and her ears stuck up straight.
βMorning sleep head, did you forget I had an extra class?β
Vi just hummed again before pulling you down into bed with her, immediately curling up around you and nuzzling her face into your shoulder. As you both laid there Vi slowly started to kiss along your neck and shoulders, getting more and more needy as she did so. Each kiss placed on your neck or shoulders caused small hums of pleasure to escape your mouth. For a moment Vi pulled away to look at you, her face was full of pure love and adoration before she pulled you closer and finally kissed your lips. After a few seconds you pulled away to breathe but Vi just couldnβt help herself, she immediately started kissing your face again before moving back to your lips. She was practically all over you just needing to be as close as humanly possible and even that wasnβt enough for the poor puppy.
While Vi was aggressively kissing you, you realised just how needy she was right now, so while her lips were pressed against yours in a rather sloppy but equally desperate kiss, you reached up and started scratching the back of her ear. The whine this poor girl let out was downright pathetic, she pulled away from the kiss just to nuzzle her head into your hand more.
You giggled under your breath but made sure to continue petting her, her tail was wagging so fast as well, thumping against the mattress like a jackhammer. After a moment she went back to kissing along your neck while you continued to scratch behind her big puppy ears. Her kisses were open mouthed and sloppy, she soon began to suck and bite along the column of your throat, leaving deep purple marks and bruises on the surface of your skin. Each kiss, hickey and now bite marks made you groan in pleasure, your hand slowing and eventually stopping in its movements. Vi whined at the lack of head scratches and just looked up at you, her chin now resting on your sternum while her eyes welled up into the biggest and saddest puppy eyes known to man.
βGod you truly are pathetic right now arenβt you, my sweet, sweet girl, begging for the smallest amounts of attention.β As you borderline mocked her, she just got more whiny. Her hands began to wander under your shirt, tracing the lines and curves of your body, eventually falling into place on your waist.
βI missed you thoughβ¦ stop being so mean. I just want your attention, that's all.β God she was so sweet, genuinely how could she have such a big heart, it was literally painful. Before you could say anything else though, Vi pulled you in, kissing you deeply as her tongue ran along your bottom lip before biting softly, asking for entry. Without thinking you opened your mouth for her, kissing her back just as deeply.
As the kiss continued, you both got more and more desperate to feel each other, to just be with each other. Both you and Vi knew this night wasn't ending soon, that was fine though, tomorrow was Saturday so neither of you had work or classes.
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β§βΛ β Β β€οΈ γ . . . γvi and ellie have been best friends since the dawn of time. they've grown accustomed to sharing everything over the years β secrets, clothing, immaculate taste in music and films ... and apparently, girls, too!
β‘βΛγββββγgf!vi x reader x ellie . soccer players!vi & ellie , they're besties too! lots of smut , threesomes , sharing is caring β‘ , see individual chapters for more warnings <3 minors & ageless blogs do not interact!
πππππ'π Β ππππ Β . . .  ౨ৠγcollab with my love @cinnamongirlsev !!!! i am so so excited abt this!!!!
Hello girls, gays and theys!!! (Iβm tempted to make that a thing)
Anyways me and @prettyinpink69 are making a fic like mentioned a few days ago. Weβre trying to figure out if we should post this fic as a long form series or one big fic.
A small note: the fic is already over 5k words and not even half done so this will be an extremely long fic.
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HEYYY!!!! So I know I havenβt posted in a while, Iβve had a ton of exams going on and Iβm halfway through YIPPEEE!!!
Anyways so Iβve been working on multiple fics while Iβve disappeared but most importantly me and @prettyinpink69 have been working on a joint fic together!!! (Shes posted more updates about the fic than me)
(Info under the cut)
So the idea is Surfer!Vi with reader moving to the small town and eventually meeting our favourite butch. Itβs mainly going to be fluff (with a bit of smut) so hopefully you all enjoy it!!!
why do people keep saying caitlyn's a fascist. that girl ain't a damn fascist.
"fascist actions" exactly WHAT did she do that makes her a fascist? why isn't there an explanation for this? it more or less just feels like people are throwing around 'fascist' like it's a buzzword.
I mean if we really want to be specific, caitlyn being appointed to general felt more like she was serving as a military figure head for a more powerful leader (aka ambessa). Plus, it's very obvious that caitlyn never had any ideology she wanted to impose onto zaun, fascism or not, her entire mission was based on hunting down a terrorist. so what gives.
I KNOW I'VE BEEN AWAY FOR SO LONG AND I'M SORRY!!!
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Soooo I've had some pretty horrible shit going on in my personal life and I've not been doing well at all (nothing new lol) and if you're semi new here, I do dissappear from time to time but I'll always come back π€£
I haven't uploaded in a hot minute but behind the scenes I have been working on stuff for you guys, it's just taking me a while and I've been getting anxiety about literally everything so pls pls pls bear with me! I will be back soon I promiseeee
Thank you for being so patient with me, i love you all so so much mwah!!!
Iβm thinking about my banners and stuff and Iβm debating changing the style of them. Below is 3 different styles that Iβve made along with a poll to vote on whatβs the best. Itβll be in order of; what I normally do, long banner but different styles, and square design which is similar to what I used for my masterlist.
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Which one is the better one?
Version 1 (what Iβve always done)
Version 2 (the new long version)
Other (comment if you like both/dislike both or anything else)
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Poor!academic!rival!Sevika X rich!academic!rival!reader
Wc: 2.6k
Warnings: rivalry + yearning, sevika falls first, different social class, oral (s!receiving), hair pulling, strip tease, panties stuffed in r! mouth, toy use (strap-on), degradation, dacryphilia, rough mirror sex, squirting, aftercare + happy ending.
It started the very first class, first year. Sevika couldn't stand you and she made it known- not because you were a horrible person, no because she saw as a threat because you were easily the smartest in the room... after her of course.
At first you never retaliated to her jabs and slightly hurtful words but then it got to a point where you couldn't ignore it. Sevika would brag about every test she did better on, putting you down each time in front of the entire room, once she even printed out your results, put them next to hers and plastered them on every board in the university... it was petty, not her finest moment.
And when she saw you see it then smirk, she knew she'd messed with the wrong girl. Sure you were quiet and kept to yourself, though the glint in your eyes was dangerous.
Eventually you got your payback, and Sevika? Oh she was furious. But everytime she looked at you... normally she'd think of hurting somebody, making them pay but with you she almost wanted to praise you for standing up for yourself so well... and that only pissed her off even more.
Though you weren't stupid- obviously or Sevika wouldn't be such a good competitor for you, but you always noticed her lingering eyes, how her jaw ticked when people tried to give you the same attitude she did becuase they'd seen her treat you like you're stupid. (which she knows you're not) Only she can say that shit to you, and she makes it known when anyone else tries to degrade you.
That subtle affection went both ways, you hated seeing Sevika struggle. Nobody ever harrased her the way they did with you because Sevika quite frankly was scary. Terrifying. So no one dared. But you knew she never came from the most... financially stable family, her books always looked second hand and a bit scruffy, her clothes weren't horrible by all means but they casual-ness of them definitely stood out in the sea of rich assholes that attended the university.
She was cute. Down to earth. Real. You loved that about her. And uni was so stressful, especially with the degree you were both studying...
Sevika had gone through the uni party phase which was short lived because quite frankly she hated people, and you were shy so you never went. That lingering stress had nowhere to go... until Sevika dragged you outside one day, pinning you to the wall with wild eyes. "I have an offer for you- and before you get your pretty little panties in a twist no- it's not drugs."
Despite your heart racing from being this close to her, a small frown graced your lips. You would never make assumptions like that purely because she's not well off, being poor didn't immediately make you a bad person. "I didn't think it was..." your eyes meet hers and holy shit, up close she's even prettier than you could ever imagine. And you knew this girl was gorgeous from admiring from afar but now?...
How were you supposed to keep this up?
"Sex. Stress relief sex. Beneficial for us both, no strings attached." Her head tilted slightly as she watched your reaction. In your eyes she could see the swirling sea of emotions. Shock, panic- probably gay panic, attraction, arousal, fear... "Unless you're too much of a prude for that, rich girl."
There was the anger. Your cheeks flushed redder than they already were and she noticed your shoulders straighten up and for a second her smirk almost faltered, thinking she just messed this up-
"Sex. No strings attached. Don't worry Sevika, I couldn't possibly want to date you." Your own smirked worked its way onto your face as her nostrils flared- Jesus christ almighty she was hot. Silently you were thanking God for being born at the same time Sevika was.
"Good, I don't want to date a stuck up prissy princess either. You have my number, call me when you're... tense." And with that she left you there, back against the wall, heart pounding in your chest, tummy fluttering in a way it never had before.
This definitely wasn't a good idea. But you're going to do it anyway.
"I ain't treating you like you're fragile, princess. Get on your knees for me." When Sevika called a few days later, asking to meet in a nearby out of service restroom... admittedly you got there a little too quickly. Which was why you were now on your knees in a dirty stall with Sevika's cunt hovering right over your face.
"I'm not fragile! God you're so annoyin- mmf..." your protests are quickly muffled as Sevika grabs your hair and pushes you nose deep between her legs. It takes a few seconds to get your bearings, her scent it overwhelming as you dart your tongue out to drag through her folds. Her bush tickles your nose as you nuzzle your face deeper, lapping at her entrance, dipping your tongue in to scoop out some of her slick and drag it upto her clit.
"You're... holy shit you're amazing princess..." Sevika was instantly blissed out, too much to notice the compliment that slipped out. All of her focus was on your mouth, tongue swirling around her clit perfectly with the right pressure, the right speed... it was pure heaven. "That's it princess..."
Your hands slide up the back of Sevika's thighs, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her down onto your eager tongue. Her taste was overwhelming in the best way possible, musky yet it had a hint of sweetness behind it... yeah you could get used to this. "Mmmmph... mmph taste so... mmph..." you can't even pull away enough to speak, she was addicting, dangerously addicting.
Sevika hips start to grind in time with your tongue, chasing the orgasm she was embarrassingly close to already. Ever since that start of the year she hadn't hooked up with anybody else... all she wanted was you. Admittedly. "Gonna fuckin' cum princess... you ready mm?" Her moans were so fucking slutty, loud and uninhibited and weirdly whiney yet deep- it was easily your newest, favourite sound on earth and you wanted to hear it all the time.
Just as she lets go, coating your tongue with thick, delicious arousal you look up, your view was half blocked by her wild, untamed bush- which again had you clenching around nothing as you drank her down willingly without a second thought. You lick and lap through her folds, ignoring your own aching pussy as you clean her up until she's tugging at your hair, pulling you away from possibly the best meal of your life.
The look you share from your knees on the ground as she pulls up her pants is one of mutual confusion. Clearly neither of you expected to enjoy it that much. And honestly Sevika knew she had to set the boundary now before either of you crossed it. "Remember, don't tell anybody about this or I'll seriously make you regret it."
"Don't worry, I wont. Your pussy isn't worth bragging about anyway."
Sevika was definitely rubbing off on you... literally and figuratively. You lied so easily, so smoothly that even you would believe it. You'd never brag about it, only because you selfishly wanted to keep her all for yourself- little did you know you'd had Sevika's normally stone cold heart in your hands from day one.
The past week had been one disaster after another, with no end in sight and honestly, truly you couldn't stop thinking about Sevika. So you called her, and she was on her way to your dorm right now considering your parents had paid extra for you to have your own room and Sevika had a roommate. You hated it when she brought up your privilege but it was true, your parents had spoiled you for your entire life. You never had to worry, but you would never, ever judge somebody for having less it wasn't in your character though you could understand why other people thought that way.
"Open up princess!!" Sevika's fist bangs on your door so hard you're surprised it's still on it's hinges. Making your way over to the door you take a few deep breaths, calming yourself before the inevitable storm that is Sevika. When you open the door you're greeted by that smirk she always wears, leaning against the door frame.
"Hold your horses... impatient." You mutter as you open the door wider to invite her in, which she takes and strolls in like she owns the place... it shouldn't have you panties dampening but they're definitely wetter than they were ten seconds ago.
"Nice room, this is what money gets you huh?" She flops down unceremoniously on the bed, your bed creaking in protest under her weight. Closing the door you lock it and move to stand next to the bed. "Can you at least like... move over or something?" She smirks, shuffling over and patting the space next to her.
For a minute or so it's quiet... too quiet. Last time it was so quick and easy- this felt more personal. Sevika was in your space, your bed. Is this where you kiss? Do you kiss? Or is that too 'no strings'. You had no idea, you'd never done this before.
Sevika however was the epitome of calm, one arm bent and slung behind her head, the other resting on her crotch, packed and ready- she'd give you something to brag about this time for certain. "Why so quiet princess? You nervous?" She nudges your legs with hers, egging you on like she always does. It earns her a small sigh from your lips as you look over at her.
"How do we... you know... Start?.."
"Strip."
"Excuse me?"
"Strip, princess, unless you're a prude and want me to fuck you silly with your clothes on? Or I can rip them off-"
"What?! No I- I'll strip!"
"Then strip, give me a show baby." The 'baby' came out before she could stop it, and even though your own heart was hammering in your chest as you stood, Sevika remained calm, almost unphased.
Inside she was a mess, though. Practically vibrating with excitement to finally see what you hide beneath those fancy, quite frankly ugly, prissy clothes.
You wanted to see a reaction from her, something that shows she's interested in you. So, slowly you unbutton your blouse, popping the buttons with deliberate slowness. Each button popped revealed more skin... then a peek of cleavage- and Sevika was visibly getting restless already which made you smile. "You wanted a show, didn't you?"
Unwillingly she nods, silently admiring your body as you reveal it to her. As you shrug off your blouse, the white, lacy bra underneath is revealed, breasts perky and full beneath. Then you bend froward, slipping off your skirt and giving her a fantasic view or your cleavage and your ached back... Sevika was not going to last long if you kept this up.
Ever so slowly you kick your panties towards the bed on the floor as you reach back to un-clasp your bra, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud to reveal your breasts fully. Sevika snatches up your panties, holding back from acting completely feral and bringing them to her nose just to get a whiff of what she's wanted- needed for so long.
To say you were a mess was an huge understatement. Sevika had you on all fours, facing your mirror with your panties stuffed in your mouth as she pounded into you from behind. Quickly she learned you were quite a whiney little thing- too loud. As much as she loved hearing you, she didn't want to risk people in the other dorms hearing what was for her and her only. "Not so put together now are you, princess? Crying on my cock like a little whore."
Her words were cruel in the best way possible, spat out between huffs of breath as her hips snapped against your cheeks over and over. She had your hair wrapped around her fist, keeping your head pulled back so you couldn't escape watching yourself get ruined. "Nghh- mmmph!"
Your cries were music to her ears, black streaks of mascara running down your cheeks, eyes just as red and puffy as you pussy was, gripping her strap like a vice. With each deep, harsh snap of her hips the tip grazed your spongey spot inside you, massaging he spot each time she ground her hips. Where she learned to fuck you don't know... but thank the lord anyway.
"You look so fucking pretty all ruined, don't ya baby? Drooling all over my strap like you've never been fucked before... it's a little pathetic but don't worry princess, I won't tell anybody." Her last words were whispered as she leaned over you, biting and sucking a deep, purple bruise on your neck. You were hers, even if it was no strings she'd be dammed if she let anybody else see you like this.
Looking at yourself in the mirror as Sevika destroyed you only sent you hurling towards the orgasm you were trying to hold back- it was quite impossible. If you didn't give soon you knew she'd force it out of you. Every thrust was perfect. Her strap had those ridges and veins which dragged along your inner walls perfectly, the girth was just right, stretching you out but not uncomfortably so.
You couldn't help but let go.
"Nghh! Smmf! Mmph..." Sevika groans, watching your face in the mirror, your panties were soaked through, soaking up all the droll that would have definitely been dripping down your chin, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as your pussy gushed all over her, soaking your thighs and hers... and the bed below you. Fuck you were a messy girl. Not so prissy and perfect after all.
"Goddamn princess you're a messy fucking whore ain't ya? All for me baby, all for me." Her hips never faltered as she fucked yoh through it, murmuring small praises mixed with little jabs about how messy you were as you came down from your high.
Even though you literally just came, your pussy was pulsing around her strap at the possessive little comment she let slip.
It was clear that despite it all, your different upbringings, your clear rivalry... you had it bad for eachother. The next ten minutes passed in a blur for you, Sevika grabbed a warm washcloth as she cleaned you up- not very 'no strings attached' of her though you didn't complain. Deep down you were steeling yourself to be disappointed when she got up to leave... so when she lay down next to you, bringing you head to rest on her pounding chest you smile weakly, sighing with relief as she massaged you aching scalp. "Mmm vika?"
Her hand falters at the nickname before she continues. "Yes princess?" She tips you chin up so that you're looking at her, she's always making sure you're watching her... it's sweet.
"What... do we do now?" Sevika can see the uncertainty in your eyes, which is valid considering she's treating you like your hers instead of a quick fuck. Her mind races to come up with an excuse, but nothing pop up. Instead of telling you that you're hers now, she shows you. Her hand cups your cheek as she presses her lips to yours- surprisingly soft for Sevika. She feels you practically melt into it and she knows you feel the same.
β‘βΛγββββγ2.8k . coworker!ellie x femme!reader . reader is tired & lonely & annoyed & done with the world , ellie has the magical ability to turn u into a shy subby mess , ellie is also really annoying , praise kink , oral sex & fingering κ°Β r.rec ! κ±, dacryphilia , vv mild degradation & condescending praises , like . . . undertones . . . of dumbification / babying , cuddling & aftercare <3
πππππ'π Β ππππ Β . . .  ౨ৠγpart two of coworker!ellie, requested by a lovely nonnie <3
"can i go to bed early tonight? or should i be expecting another midnight text?"
your narrowed sideways glance at ellie reveals her widening smirk. you hang your head low, a soft sigh falling from your lips. the last thing you need at this moment is that expression on her face. you absolutely don't need the conflicting feelings it arises in you, like the sour irritation and the mortifying need. there's a tightness in your chest, aching away at this very moment.
the worst part is that the ache doesn't leave when ellie does.
maybe, it even gets worse. seeing her now, at the end of the workday with her laptop bag slung over her shoulder, you wish she were doing anything but reminding you about last night on her way out the door.
every excuse you can think of is flimsy, and you've tried all day to pretend she isn't right when she accuses you of being sad and lonely at home.
"wellβ i had a genuine question," you mutter, more defeated now.
there was a moment of weakness last night β at exactly eleven minutes past twelve β your thumbs slowly, delicately caressed each letter of her name on your phone's keyboard, and hit send. and it was not until the haziness had finally disappeared fifteen minutes later that you realised how strange it is to text somebody their own name and nothing else. how strange it is for you to ask for someone.
almost like you needed her.
embarrassment clung to you immediately, and you of course attempted to wave it off by asking her something work related, but the damage was done.
ellie was amused.
thankfully, she doesn't have your perspective.
if she knew what was really going on in that hour, you aren't sure what she'd do. if she had your perspective, and knew what you did to yourself with her name in mind, and if she saw the messages you drafted but never sent to her, she would have some grandiose reaction, though you aren't sure in what way.
"i know you're a hard worker, darling, but you weren't actually sitting on excel at midnight, were you? you know you can talk to me if you're lonely . . . i'm actually kinda nice to talk to, in fact."
ellie's voice grows closer, but you refuse to look up from your desk, and you're still surprised when her hand suddenly moves slowly over your shoulder.
"don't be a stranger. just remember that."
there's that tightness around your heart again, combined with the not-so-subtle movement of your thighs pushing together. ellie's hand pauses then, very suddenly, and you feel heat rising from your lower stomach and all the way into your face. the office clock ticks away in the silence until she takes a very slow, deep, intentional breath and pulls away, your neck tingling in the wake of her presence.
you could have melted right there. and it seems like she knows that.
not once have you taken up ellie's offer of sending a text when you feel lonely. you haven't slipped up once in the weeks since that day, you've been as strong as you can β unfortunately, the more you've tried to stonewall her, the shakier your resolve has become. it's weakened you more than anything.
it's more than wanting to text ellie now. it's turned into nights of hovering over the call button. these sleepless nights have only further contributed to your hopeless need, making it harder to pretend you don't want to give in. ellie doesn't have to push hard. every offer she makes, you come closer to taking it.
five o'clock hits. you should be packing up right now so you can beat the rush on public transport. but ellie always lingers after work and lately, you don't want to be the first one to leave the office.
and with you not even trying to look busy, it's stupidly obvious what you're doing.
you jump to attention as a hand waves in front of your face, silver rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting.
"you've been staring at your computer this long, and haven't even noticed the screensaver pop up . . ?"
"no, i'm . . . i'm meditating."
"ah, right." ellie chuckles. "of course you were β and i'm sure you must be feeling very zen right now, considering it looks to me like you were 'meditating' all day. you weren't slackin' off, were you? i mean . . ."
you flinch the moment she makes contact with your upper back, hand resting over your blouse. you know she notices β she seems to hesitate for a short moment before resuming the trail she was taking to the back of your neck. like she knows how delicate this matter is; like she's learned that you need a gradual introduction to her power and to avoid startling you.
when she continues to push the limits and test how far she can take her teasing, it gets easier for her to do so. a month ago, you might've slapped her hand away. what tells ellie she's got you now is the slow turn of your head, your eyes not narrowed, for once, but doe-like; looking up at her standing form with need simmering inside.
you deflate, body battling between the urges of shrinking into yourself and melting against her. the touch, warm and comforting, guiding and gentle, does not match the judgement on her face. her lips are sewn together in a straight line as her eyes tear you apart, and you freeze the moment they catch yours.
"i wasn't," you mumble. it's pathetic, but it's all you can say through the dryness of your throat.
"yeah, i mean, something's definitely wrong if i'm doing more work than you for once. so i sure hope you're alright . . ."
"you did not do more work than me." you try to scoff, the sound coming quiet and disjointed as you look away from ellie. "mind your business."
"your business is my business. we work together. dummy." she laughs. her hand leaves your neck, not before giving one last light squeeze. and you miss the touch, regrettably. "i was gonna say i don't mind picking up some of your slack, actually, along with some other stuff β you know, like compliments. might keep that to myself now, since you don't wanna hear it."
"wellβ n-no. 'm a big girl, i don't need you to tell me i'm doing a good job."
you stand, heels digging into the carpet as you finally kick into gear and begin to gather your items.
"i'm sure." ellie leans back, her hips against your desk, still leering at you with investigative eyes. "didn't mean to piss you off."
"well, you did."
"yeah. i'm getting that."
you can still feel those eyes on you. around you. under your skin. in your clothes.
and the air is cold, one side of your bed empty as always. the goosebumps on your bare shoulders leave you so much more vulnerable to thinking about ellie.
she's worked hard on getting you to this point β though, she didn't have to try this hard, honestly, you've been struggling to keep your feelings at bay for a long time now β and yet, you're still shocked when your phone pings and her name is on the screen.
at nine o'clock.
ellie: i think you should know i'm serious when i ask you to call me if you need anything.
the words blur, the bright screen in the dark of your room burning your eyes. those aren't tears. well . . . they were tears, but you rub them out quickly.
another message slides onto the screen before you even think to reply.
ellie: and i didn't mean to be so condescending earlier. you're really tricky to figure out. you won't take compliments. can't you make this a little easy for me?
you let out a deep breath, practically throwing your phone against the mattress in defeat. what does she want from you? is it the same as what you crave from her?
will this complicate things?
giving in is the easiest thing you have done in years. hitting the call button takes zero effort.
"yes, darlin'?" she answers quickly, the satisfied smirk on her face audible down the line. it doesn't irritate you as much as it does arouse you.
everything flies out quite suddenly, surprising both yourself and ellie, but you can't stop. and the more you speak, the more relief you feel.
"it's justβ you're really annoying. like, really annoying. and i worked so hard to get this fucking position just to deal with you distracting me all the time. i can't get a grip. i've been so good at never needing anybody and then youβ you."
the covers fly off your body as you get out of bed, beginning to pace the halls of your home, and your rant continues as you only get more heated.
"you know exactly what you're doing. and it is cruel. what, were you born with the ability to read minds or something? do you think it's funny embarrassing me the way you do? i don't needβ i don't want your praise. i don't want you to handle things for me. so why? why do you keep trying?"
silence fills the space you were hoping ellie would speak in. and that absence of her voice feels so agonising.
and finally, you give in. for real, this time.
calling her was the first step. that was a test of temperature, just the tips of your toes touching the water. now you are going to jump in.
"i think the most frustrating thing is that you have waited this long for me," you mumble. "y'know that just makes me feel like being even more stubborn. it makes me need you in the worst way."
"in what way? talk."
you purse your lips together, leaning against a wall.
"i need you," you say. your voice trembles. "i need you to fuck me. i need you because . . . i just need everything to go away, all the work stuff and the news and everyone outside, 'n i know you could do it. you make it feel like it's just us."
as you take a breath to keep going, she cuts in.
"i see, darlin'. let me come do that for you. we'll fix it."
"i just need a hug," you say, breathless. the prospect of ellie coming to save you doesn't scare you anymore. it livens you.
you get that hug. as soon as her knuckles meet your door, you open up and take her with open arms. you get that hug and you get even more than that, as ellie makes good on all her promises.
kisses. tender pecks from plump lips, on yours and your body. kisses in places that lips haven't ventured in years, hands surprising you with leisurely touches; no rush at all, but lots of appreciation.
"please be nice to me," you whisper, with no choice but to rest your hands on her shoulders, caged in against the wall. your fingers grasp at her white blouse, heartbeat in your ears.
"i am nice," ellie scoffs, pinching your waist. "i'll be nice. i've got you, don't worry anymore. don't think. just don't. i'll take it from here."
her hand rises to your cheek, cradling so gently that you feel like collapsing. you might've if she weren't here, holding you.
"iβ okay." you nod meekly, no longer avoiding her eyes. "okay."
"good girl. good. the only thing you need to do right now is show me to the bedroom, yeah?"
ellie's practically taken your independence and made it drip out of you. being docile feels so much safer. nodding your head and holding her hand up the stairs feels comfortable.
"this is a pretty little slip," she comments, pinching the silk hem between her fingertips and lightly tugging from behind. "do you always wear things like this?"
"oh, yeah . . . i, um, i like 'em."
"makes you feel as hot as you look?"
you shy away, a change in your usual demeanour that is so welcome to ellie. it's adorable.
in the doorway to your room, her hand on your hip pulls you against her side, and her lips graze your blistering temple.
"let's lay you down."
you climb onto your bed, the mattress dipping below your weight. ellie follows shortly after, catching your lips with hers on the way down and helping you settle amid your pillows.
it doesn't feel scary. her cold fingers gliding across your bare stomach, pushing up the nightie, even giving your breasts a light and experimental squish, it's not even a little disturbing. you'd sworn off letting someone have you like this. but you trust ellie. it feels so easy to.
"that's right, just let me take care of you," she murmurs, crawling in between your legs. cool air hits your pussy as she pulls your panties to the side, ellie whispering a curse at the little twitches of your body and the shimmer of your wet skin. "fuck. poor thing, how long have you been this fucking needy for?"
you shrug, pulling your lip between your teeth over the mere sight between your thighs β the tip of her nose brushes over your pelvis, the softest of kisses laid upon your clit. it's nothing, yet your head falls back onto your pillow, your hand curls into a weak fist at your side.
you feel her chuckle against your skin, the sound gravelly. "oh, you're real cute, huh? you're as sensitive as a first timer."
you try to shake your head, not defiant, but shy, and ellie places her hand over your fist, holding tight.
"relax for me, baby. m'gonna treat you good."
wet warmth envelops your cunt, her tongue trailing up and down in a slow, precise manner. it leaves you gasping, voice a little hoarse. when she focuses quick flicks over your clit, thick tears clump in your lashes, caught before you can blink them away. she eyes you from below, hooded gaze drinking you in.
"awwh, baby . . . " she sighs, a smile in her tone. "don't look away!"
"mm, i can't look," you whimper in a mousy voice.
there's something renewed in her efforts down below, her head tilting to rest on your inner thigh as she sucks and kisses your swollen bud β making out with your pussy β almost desperate to see those shiny eyes of yours again.
"you fucking taste so sweet," she groans, her thumb running languid circles over your clit as she speaks. "look at me. you want me to keep going?"
you whine her name, hands tensing as you hold back the instinct to hide your face away. but she earns back the view of your begrudging, anxious face quickly contorting into pleasure yet again. and those eyes, welling up so easily . . .
she doesn't want to be too mean β well, she did swear she's nice earlier, and she needs that to remain true β but you haven't let go of enough yet.
and then you blink, and you look away again, and she can't make cruel demands too many times . . .
so, ellie sits up. her calloused fingertips prod at your entrance, hitching your breath instantly. "i think you need this instead, yeah? fast, babe?"
you fidget and flit, a high moan escaping you while you adjust to the filling of your cunt. and she isn't fast . . . until you open your mouth again, trying to speak.
you shriek, heavy pants falling out of your mouth as ellie thrusts her long fingers into you roughly, brushing over deep, spongey places you couldn't ever reach on your own.
"o-oh my god," you whimper, attempting to cover your face, to hide again from her stupid, evil, attractive smile.
but you can't. not with her leaning over you. her forearm digs into your stomach, keeping you in place and increasing the intensity of her every touch.
"good? tell me about it, darlin'."
"it's good," you say pathetically. not a single sound from your lips is controlled, a far cry from your typical self. "s-so good, m'so good. ellie, mmmβ please, please."
"please what?" she prompts, fake sympathy dripping off the words, barely audible beneath the lewd squelching of your pussy. "what do you need?"
"you," you sob. when did the tears start to stream down your cheeks? you never noticed 'til she kissed one away, too busy babbling and thrashing in her grip. "i just need you, ellie, it's so good and i should'a never pretended otherwise b-becauseβ"
"i know, baby," she coos, and that's when the pressure is too much for you, an intense orgasm washing over your body. she keeps you restrained, only stopping to wipe all those pretty tears away when you start to shiver. "shh, i know. so proud of you."
your panties cover you once more, her hand fixing them back in place with a gentle pat over your cunt. all you do is lay your head upon her shoulder, eyes too heavy to open, be it from all the emotions or post-sex exhaustion hitting you like a freight train.
"you are a good girl," ellie murmurs, rolling onto her back with you in her arms. "i'll tell you that as many times as i have to."
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