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SUMMARY: You are Fratboy!Vi’s girl and she makes it very well known to everyone and yourself that you are hers.
CONTENTS: Nsfw, mdni, headcanons + smut scenes, modern au, college au, vaginal fingering, marking, finger sucking, semi public sex, partying, possessiveness, established relationship, oral sex, strap-on’s.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Merri’s Notes. . . Vi art is by @/blkfairyy0 on x !!
FRATBOY!VI who comes up to you the second she sees you arrive at a party. Hugging you from behind, a red cup in one hand and her other sliding around your waist to rest on your stomach. Who kisses the side of your jaw, your neck, your cheek—you know she’s drunk but you can’t help but smile and lean into her.
FRATBOY!VI who tries to act cool when the others tease her about being a softy for you but can’t help but blush because they’re right, she is. 99 out of 100 percent of the time you are wearing her jacket, but that’s mostly because she likes seeing you in it. And totally not because she likes seeing other people see you in it.
FRATBOY!VI who is obsessed with making you feel good.
Your hips buck up as Vi’s palm smacks against your clit, two of her fingers knuckle deep inside of you and pounding into you regardless of your squirming.
The wet sound of your cunt could almost be drowned out by the music coming from the small speaker on the desk if she didn’t have you so wet and worked up.
Her legs stay hooked over yours to keep your legs spread and open for her and she rests her head on your shoulder from behind you. “You feel so fucking good baby,” Vi breathes into your ear, her free hand sliding up your bare chest to palm your breast, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “So wet for me, god…”
You drop your head back against her shoulder as she attaches her lips to your neck again, your chest heaving beneath her hand. “Fuck Vi, please…”
Vi pulls her face away from your neck, looking over your shoulder to watch as she pulls her fingers out of your, soaked with your slick, and pulls them up to spread it around your swollen clit.
“Please what, baby?” Vi pants, the sight of you all flushed and writhing against her turns her on to no end, her nipples hard against her shirt and boxers damp against her cunt.
“Let me cum,” You whine as you turn your head to look back at her, you hand reaching down to grab Vi’s wrist to guide her fingers back inside of you but she just takes her hand off your chest and grabs your own, lacing her fingers with yours.
“I’ve got you, darling.” Vi catches your lips in a kiss, a little awkward due to the position but that doesn’t stop her. She relishes in the slight falter of your lips as she pushes her fingers back inside you and picks up her rhythm again.
You don’t even get through the next song before you’re pulling your lips away from Vi’s with a gasp, your legs tensing as you grind your hips into her fingers with every thrust. “Vi, fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Vi—“
“Yeah?” Vi keeps the same speed, only changing so her palm grinds into your clit harder. “C’mon then baby, come for me.”
Your eyes roll back as pleasure crashes over you, your back arching against Vi’s chest and your cunt clenching around her fingers. Your hand tightens almost painfully around Vi’s where they’re still linked against your chest.
Vi fucks you through it, letting you ride out the high as she murmurs into your ear how beautiful you are when you come apart for her. She only slows down once you slump back against her, chest heaving, eyes hazy. The most gorgeous sight she’s ever seen.
FRATBOY!VI who is the CEO of the middle finger. Someone teasing her about you? Middle finger. Someone telling her to knock off the pda? Middle finger. Someone being an asshole to you? Nah, that’s an attempted punch in the face, usually being pulled back by you before she gets kicked out of college for breaking the assholes nose.
FRATBOY!VI who always has her arm around you in public. Slung around your waist to rest on your hip, sometimes shoving her hand in your pocket to keep you close. An arm around the back of your neck, resting on top of her jacket that’s sitting around your shoulders.
FRATBOY!VI who is always sleeping half naked in the summer. When you sleep over, you wake up to her in just her boxers. Either being held against her, an arm wrapped around you and her bare chest pressing against your back or she’s sprawled out on her front, tattoo’s out in the open for you to trace as she slowly wakes up beneath your touch.
FRATBOY!VI who isn’t always the one in charge during sex. Sometimes you like to boss her around a little and sometimes all the time she likes it.
Vi groans, her hands tightening on your hips as you trail your hand down her abs and into her boxers. Fingers sliding through the wetness and stopping to rub circles around her throbbing clit.
You lean forward, littering kisses down her neck from where you’re straddling her on the couch in the corner of her room. You pull your hand out suddenly making her curse and lift her head from where it was leaning against the back of the couch.
“Baby, what…?” She pauses as you slide off her lap, shoving your fingers in your mouth and moaning at the taste of her as you sink down to the floor between her legs.
“Up.” You pat the side of her hip, your thumbs hooking into the waistband of her boxers to pull them down.
“Fuck,” Vi curses, lifting up for a second to shove them down her legs and kicking them off her onto the floor, a visible wet spot on the front of them from the affect you have on her.
You don’t even give her a second before you’ve placed your hands on her thighs and attached your mouth to her clit, sucking it into your mouth and burying your nose in the hair surrounding it.
Vi moans in surprise, her hand immediately coming down to your head as her other clenches the arm of the chair. She pushes her hand through the front of your hair to move it away from your face so she can see you looking up at her, eyes fluttering shut every now and then as pleases little hums leave your mouth.
“Shit, you’re so pretty like this,” she pants, a small whimper leaving her lips against her will as your tongue flicks over her clit just right.
You pull back slightly to lap up the wetness seeping out of her, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as you go before burying your face in her heat again. You wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.
FRATBOY!VI who wears her strap to a party under her clothes just so she can fuck you against the counter in the bathroom. Who loves being able to see you get more fucked out as she pounds into you in the mirror opposite.
FRATBOY!VI who, despite the image she has as a fratboy, loves the softness. Cuddling with you in the morning, watching you as you do your makeup, staying on call with you as long as you both can into the night whenever you don’t sleep together.
FRATBOY!VI who had girls all over her before you. Still does. Except now, she has the dull throbbing marks on her neck to show she is very much taken that she doesn’t even try to cover up. Not caring about who sees them.
FRATBOY!VI who loves when you ride her strap. Seeing you on top of her, tits bouncing and moans coming from your mouth every time it bottoms out inside you, she could cum just from the sight of you. Who grabs your ass in her hands to help you along when you start to falter as your orgasms builds up.
FRATBOY!VI who watches you beat all the others at beer pong. Who sits on the couch with a drink, one arm slung over the back of it where you were previously sitting, listening to the cheers from the surrounding people and the groans from the guy you were up against.
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thinking about co-star!abby and you two having to do a sex scene…
you hated her. she was a cocky motherfucker behind closed doors, yet she was so good at making people believe she was this sweet, charismatic, and amazing person that makes you oh, so very lucky to work with and have on set.
but no matter how much you hated her, it was undeniable that she gave a good fuck. it was supposed to be a one-time thing, just to blow off steam and relieve the tension between you two (and a moment of weakness if you were being quite honest)—but being stuck with her for months on set and being sexually frustrated doesn’t exactly make a good combination. she was hot. you weren’t going to deny that.
that’s how you got yourself here.
this was around the 9th retake because you kept zoning off, and abby grew tired of it. the director gave you a minute or two to fully get into character, before the camera start rolling once again.
“take ten! three, two, one, action!” the director snapped the clapboard, and you and abby get right into action. well, abby was the only one acting, really.
the sheets were wrapped around and covering the both of you, your torsos pressed close together, skin to skin, as abby places tender kisses up your neck, making her way to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. she rocks the both of you on the bed, making the movement exaggerated for the cameras as you suck in a gasp.
her fingers were buried deep inside your pussy, making you barely even able to catch up and keep up the act of kissing abby with fervor. abby fought the urge within her to smirk at the effect she had on you, and she decides to curl her fingers harsher—elliciting a loud moan from you, throwing your head back and making more room for abby’s lips to place more kisses on your sensitive skin.
“cut!”
the director announces, followed by her applause and praise. “beautiful! beautiful work, you two! y/n, you nailed that scene perfectly!”
abby sits up, fingers leaving you empty and desperate as she smiles at the director. “thank you! you okay, y/n?” she asks, and there was a clear cockiness and pretentious concern that only you could seemingly read, and you narrow your eyes, sending her a fake smile. your blushed and almost disheveled state was definitely a sight for her.
“yep. peachy.”
you are sooo getting her back for this shit she pulled.
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a/n: LOOK I know I said I’d be working on the vampire ellie drabble BUT THIS CAME UP AND I HAAAAAD TO WRITE IT
violet; 3,290 words; fluff and smut, very horny, olys porn basically, hockey!vi x figure skater!reader, oral (vi receiving), fingering (r!receiving), established relationship, unhinged!reader vibes
summary: a figure eights drabble; in which vi scores the tie-breaker goal to win olys gold and well, you find that disgustingly attractive
a/n: the olys smut... it needed to be written. u__u
─── Ⅵ "GOD, YOU SMELL GOOD."
"H-hah — I'm sweaty as fuck —"
"Yeah? And what of it? Get your pants off —"
"So damn eager —"
You give Vi's shoulder a small shove as the pair of you tumble into your room at the Olympic village, Vi fresh off her Gold-medal hockey game. The press junket had taken longer than she'd liked, but she managed to slip away under the guise of changing into something more comfortable before the team hit up the town to celebrate.
"You say eager, I say focused —" you grin as Vi kicks off her pants, tugging her jersey off and tossing it into a corner of your room.
"Mm, sure — so f-focused — holy shit —" Vi's head tips back and her voice jumps half an octave as you drop to your knees and press your face into the crotch of her boxer briefs, groaning as you do. "W-wait those are d-dirty — mngh —"
You glance up, your pupils blown wide. You make a show of pulling back to lick your lips.
"Then get me the fuck dirty, Vi."
Vi hisses, sinking her fingers into your hair and dragging you towards her, the other hand pushing down the waistband of her boxers just far enough to shove you between her legs.
You let out a deep, satisfied moan as she grinds up into your mouth, your fingers digging into her powerful thighs as she shuffles back onto your narrow bed, jerking you up with her.
Somehow, you'd lucked out and landed the only single room amongst all the figure skaters, and really, it'd be a shame if you didn't put it to good use.
"G-god Princess — your fuckin' tongue —" Vi keens, head tipping back as you fuck your tongue into her slick cunt, slotting yourself more comfortably between her legs. You let out a satisfied hum, watching her face contort in pleasure as you wrap your lips around her puffy clit and suck, keeping the pressure varied as she trembles above you. She is salt and sour on your tongue, and you can't ever imagine yourself getting enough, but you do pull back to grin at her as her entire body starts to arch off the bed.
"Jesus sweet screamin' christ —" she's panting as she glances down at you, her hair still stuck to her forehead in bright, sweat-slick strips, "where the hell do you learn shit like this?"
You drop a chaste kiss to her inner thigh and watch as she tenses.
"You can learn a lot from the internet these days," you answer, batting your lashes.
Vi rolls her eyes before motioning for you to join her.
"C'mere — 's not fair you're the only one getting to have fun."
You slink your way up her body and park yourself with your knees on either side of her hips. She lets out a contented sigh, palms resting on your thighs as you lean down for a long, slow kiss.
"So," she says, her voice mired in gravel and smoke, "you ready for the free skate tomorrow?"
You groan, dropping your face into her shoulder.
"No, but… whatever."
"Aw, you'll do great, Princess."
"Yeah, I know I'll do great but… will I be good enough."
You huff, pushing your lips into a pout as you sit back up. Vi cocks her head with a soft smile.
"You're already good enough, sweets. You just… gotta show the rest of the world. That's all."
You grace her with a crooked grin.
"If only all the judges thought like you."
Vi scoffs, "I'd rather the judges not know about all the ways you're good enough for me, thanks."
You laugh, warmth fizzling down your spine as Vi inches her fingers beneath the hem of your top (a personalized jersey with her number on the back, of course), grazing the underside of your bra with dark eyes and parted lips. You reward her with a luxurious moan, rocking your hips down into hers, hissing at the wet friction of your bodies, even separated by the material of your leggings.
"C'mon, let's get these off —" Vi grunts, rucking her hips up and tugging at the waistband, "'s not really fair that I'm half naked and you've still got all this shit on."
You giggle at the sandpaper grind of her voice as she paws at your leggings, yanking them down your legs, her biceps flexing as she hoists you back over her hips, palms settling against your waist as you tug her jersey off with a gratuitous little shimmy.
"Sweet fuck you're hot…" Vi groans, reaching up to squeeze at your tits as you tug your bra off in a single, fluid movement. Her thumbs skate across your pebbling nipples and pleasure sparks the length of your torso, your clit pulsing with want as Vi licks her lips.
"Not as hot as you," you say, leaning back down for another kiss — parted lips and tongue and teeth, messy and urgent and unrestrained.
"God, you're nuts," Vi chuckles, tugging you back with a fist in your hair, your brows slightly furrowed at the pain, your cheeks flushed with pleasure. You swipe your tongue across your lips and rock your hips down just hard enough for her breath to catch.
"Only for you, six."
Vi lets out a helpless laugh that's interrupted by a thick groan as you bend down to mouth at her neck, sinking your teeth into her shoulder.
"F-fuck babe — that's gonna leave a m-mark —"
"Mm… 's alright, your gold medal'll cover it."
You grin against her skin, work your slow way down her front, the frenetic adrenaline surge of watching her score the tie-breaker goal still burning through your veins. There's a haziness to the corners of your vision you can only assume is lust, something liquid in the way desire rolls through you every time Vi lets out another helpless sound, her fingers tightening and loosening in your hair like a hand on a bridle, guiding you down till you're caught between her thighs again.
"Needy," you tease, pillowing your cheek on her skin as you flick your eyes up at her. She nearly whines, heels digging into the sheets of your rather narrow bed.
"Then quit teasing —" her voice cracks as you lean forward to press the flat of your tongue against her slit, licking a long, slow strip along her cunt, moaning all the way. You can taste her arousal, the familiar tang of it making your head spin as you lap languidly at her folds, reaching up to part them slightly, letting your tongue dip in a fraction of an inch before pulling away again.
This time, Vi really does whine, the sound tapering into a low growl that rumbles through her chest.
"Princess, I swear —"
"Mm," you hum, circling her clit with the tip of your tongue, grinning as her thighs clamp around your cheeks, "are you gonna fuck my face like you mean it, then?"
Vi lets out a disgruntled huff before yanking you harder against her cunt, your nose buried in her bush as she grinds into your mouth, her powerful hips dictating the pace, nearly robbing you of all your air, but you don't care.
There are things more important than breathing.
Like getting your Olympic Gold-medal winning girlfriend off with your tongue, for instance.
You can tell she's close by the way her hips shake, the ripples that roll up from her thighs into her gorgeous stomach, her abs tensing beneath the strain and pleasure. Her grip on your hair loosens, but you only press in harder, reaching up to slip two fingers into her heat next to your tongue, massaging at the tender spot just behind her clit that you know will have her cumming in three seconds flat.
And so she does, with a pitched whine and a series of shuddering breaths, Vi rides out her orgasm against your face — you hum deep in the back of your throat as you lap it all up with slow, wide licks, grinning when she peers down at you over the length of her freshly sweat-slicked body, her eyes slightly unfocused, a dopey grin slung across her lips.
"Holy shit…" she slumps back onto your pillow, blinking hard up at the ceiling as you sit back up and wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. It comes away sticky.
"Mhm," you agree, making a show of licking your lips even though you can feel the slick all the way down your chin. Vi shakes her head, pulling you down to swipe a thumb across your cheek.
"Gotta little something there," she says, her eyes half-lidded.
"Yeah? Wanna help me clean it off?"
Vi considers you for a moment before chuckling and tugging you down for another kiss. And this time, its your turn to gasp as she reaches down to swipe two fingers along your sodden folds.
"Damn, someone's horny."
You crinkle your nose, "You watch your girlfriend win an Olys Gold and lemme know how it feels."
Vi's smile slips sideways as she flips the pair of you with a single roll of her hips, the outline of her painted bright against the light of fading day as she hums thoughtfully.
"Yeah? That a promise, Princess? Gonna win gold for me tomorrow?"
You roll your eyes, but can't help the heat that washes into your cheeks at the thought.
Wouldn't it be something if you won Gold too? And it's not like you didn't have a chance — you were only 3rd after short programs, and if you landed all your jumps tomorrow —
"Oi, y'know I don't love it when you start to space out with my tits are this close to your face."
You blink, eyes refocusing on Vi as she snaps her fingers under your nose.
You scoff, reaching up to tug at one of her nipples, her piercings lying on in a small tray on your bedside table. Vi jerks, but her expression doesn't waver, an eyebrow ticking up as she pin you with a look.
"Sorry," you say, shooting her a slightly apologetic smile, "it's just hard not to think about —"
"Yeah, I know," Vi says, leaning down with a cocky grin, her nose inches from yours, "but all we gotta do is turn off that pretty lil brain o'your's, right?" she sits back up and gives your hip a soft pat, "on your hands and knees for me."
You shiver at the authority threaded through her voice, the sharp edge creeping into the crystal blue of her eyes.
It takes you less than five seconds to roll over, shimmying your ass back towards Vi at the foot of the bed, cheek pressed to your custom-made temperapedic pillow.
"Good girl," Vi purrs, giving your ass a soft smack that makes your breath hitch in your chest.
In the four or so years the pair of you have been together, you'd learned a lot about each other's various preferences in bed. And one of the first things you'd learned was that Vi really, really likes to fuck you from behind. Something about watching the bend of your back and the jiggle of your ass, she'd said.
Not that you minded much.
"So pretty," she murmurs, leaning down, her breath ghosting along your spine, her lips trailing right after, "so perfect for me."
You think it's the control of it all, the fact that you can't see her or what she's about to do till she does it. The way you offer yourself up to her, close your eyes and take it, just the way she likes.
"Fuck —" the expletive hisses out of her, more piety than perversion as she runs her thumbs in small circles along the dimples at the base of your spine.
"Gonna fuck you so good, your brain stops workin'."
You let out a tiny whimper, burying your face in the pillow as Vi thrusts three fingers into you with little to no warning. You're wet enough that it doesn't exactly hurt but the stretch still makes light flicker at the edges of your vision.
"Shit… you really are wet — were you like this for the whole game?" she asks, her voice a low thrum as she works her fingers into you, slow and steady, her other hand pressed palm flat against your back, keeping your torso pinned to the mattress.
You whimper, shaking your hips as the faintest tendrils of pleasure slither through you, not nearly enough to be satisfying, but just across the line of tantalizing.
"Hm? C'mon, Princess — gonna gimme an answer? D'you watch my entire match like this? Pussy so wet you probably couldn't even pay attention?"
You push your hips further back, whining louder than ever, chewing on your bottom lip.
"Vi — Violet —"
She lets out a low growl of satisfaction, quickening her pace for a few seconds, working you up till you're right on the edge before slowing down. You can't help the quiver in your thighs as you chase after the friction, rolling your hips back before she lands another sharp smack on your ass.
You jerk at the sting, toes curling before you push your ass back, fisting at the sheets.
"God, you're dripping," Vi says, her voice caught somewhere between sheer reverence and startled disbelief.
"Fuck, Vi — are you gonna fuck me brainless or not —"
She thrusts back in with a hard grunt, her thumb flicking at your clit, and she sets a pace so brutal you actually feel your eyes rolling back into your head. Coherence leaves you as Vi works her fingers into you, so quick and hard you wonder if it's possible for your labia to be bruised in the process.
"Such — a smart — mouth —" she punctuates her words with particularly harsh thrusts, her other hand digging into your hip, jerking you back when you try to inch away before reaching around you to palm at your tits, pressed against the rough linens of the Olympic village sheets.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck — Vi — ah — ah —!" your feel your knees start to give out as Vi pummels her fingers into your cunt, her free hand pinching and rolling at your sensitive nipples, her lips kissing a line along your spine, her chest curved around your back as you keen beneath her.
"G-gonan cum — please — gonna cum — Violet —"
"Yeah — there we go — good girl — c'mon — cum for me — fuck you sound so wet — mmngh —"
"Vi — Vi — Vi —!"
She holds you as you shudder through your orgasm, her fingers never slowly as she works you through your high, coaxing it from you, threading it through you, longer and longer till you're physically trying to squirm away from her, whimpering from overstimulation. Finally, she laughs, letting you go as you collapse on the bed, her dropping down next to you with a wide, lopsided grin.
"H-holy… shit…" you breathe, words still coming in short pants.
Vi chuckles, reaching out to tuck a strand of sweat-damp hair behind your ear, her eyes flickering over your face as the last dregs of light leave the snowstorm sky.
"Mm… feel good?" she asks, letting her hand linger along the bend of your cheek.
You nod, shuffling impossibly closer on the tiny, twin-sized bed.
Vi hums, hooking a leg over your hip, tangling your limbs ever more as darkness descends over the outskirts of the city.
"Thanks," you say, nuzzling into Vi's chest.
"You know I like it when you're all fucked out like this," Vi says by way of an answer, running her short, blunted nails along your back. You wrap your arms around her and hold her close.
And like this, time is but an unfortunate consequence of living, nothing more than a passing inconvenience.
Still, it ticks on, and the world isn't liable to wait for most, even if it makes exceptions for Olympic athletes very, very occasionally.
Vi's phone buzzes from inside her pile of discarded clothes. She grunts, reaching down to rummage it out and check her messages, the faint light of the screen illuminating her clear-cut features, refracting off the tiny ring in her left nostril.
"Team's asking if I'm planning on joining them for dinner," Vi says, flicking through her texts, puffing out a laugh as she catches up with the group chat, "or if I'm gonna be 'eating out all night'", she quotes, rolling her eyes.
"Getting eaten, more like," you say, even as Vi types back a quick response, grinning mischievously as she clicks her tongue.
"I told them we were coming," she says, clicking off her phone and reaching over the turn on your beside lamp.
You groan, watching as Vi slips out of bed, kicking at the piles of clothing on the ground to try and find her boxers.
"Sure, we were —" you say as Vi manages to find them and starts her one-legged hop-dance as she struggles back into them. She casts you a look.
"C'mon, we can't miss this dinner."
You crinkle your nose, but push yourself out of bed. You know she's right. It's not every day that your girlfriends hockey team wins Olympics Gold.
The thought makes another wave of pride roll through you, leaving you warm and tingly.
"Yeah yeah," you say, smiling as you scoot over to your suitcase for a fresh pair of panties.
"Hey, think about it this way," Vi says, coming up behind you to loop her arms around your middle, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, "when you win Gold tomorrow… you'll get eaten out just as good. Promise."
You laugh, swatting at her with your dirty underwear. But Vi only snatches it from you with a sly smile before tucking it into the pocket of her sweats.
"Vi! You can't go to dinner with that in your pocket!"
Vi dodges out of your reach even as you lunge for her and miss.
"Why not? You don't need it anymore, right? C'mon babe, I just won gold, don't I deserve some kinda reward?" she pushes her lips out in a truly devious pout, her eyes wide.
You huff, "Yeah — and you got one — a whole-ass medal!"
Vi laughs, shaking her head, "Nope! I'm keepin' it —" she says, pressing her back to the bedroom door as you press into her space, scowling up at her. For a moment, you consider trying to take it from her during dinner, but then, she leans down to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.
You sigh, dropping down to your heels and folding your arms.
"Fine. But only cause you won gold."
You reach down to grab her jersey, tugging it over your head.
"Wait — that's the one from the game — it's all gross and sweaty —"
You shake out your hair, taking half a step back.
"You get my dirty panties, I get your dirty jersey — seems like a fair trade, no?"
Vi gapes at you for a long second before she deflates, slouching over to your suitcase to grab one of her big hoodies (that you'd stolen god knows how long ago) and tugging it over her head.
"Alright, whatever — let's go, or else there won't be any food left."
You giggle, letting Vi usher you from the dorm room and down the long hallway towards the village exterior. She reaches down to lace her fingers with yours, giving your hand a long, hard squeeze. You squeeze her back, shooting her a smile.
"Whatever happens tomorrow, you're still the best figure skater in the world to me," Vi says.
You nod, letting her pull you into her side, her arm looping around your shoulders.
nsfw thoughts, mdni, +18. reader gets passed around by her sorority sisters vi, abby and ellie! fingering, oral, strapping (all reader receiving).
a sorority initiation. that’s all it’s meant to be. y’know, some sororities play harmless pranks, focus on its values and pledging process.
but no, the one sorority you decided to join has a very… non-traditional welcoming ceremony.
vi’s the president. you would have never guessed she’d be the type to join a sorority, let alone be the one in charge of it. if you had any doubt about how well she could lead and control the group of girls, you trusted her completely now that she was strapping you in front of them.
“you’re taking me so well, pretty girl,” she’s holding one of your legs over her shoulders, gaze locked on how perfect your pussy is taking her bright pink dildo in. “i had to… hmph… fill this pretty hole myself first”
“v-vi… ah…”
she grins, eyes flicking to your scrunched up face. one hand comes up to grab your neck, her pace faster than before.
“god, you’ve got the prettiest pussy,” she mumbles under her breath.
“make her cum already,” abby, the vicepresident, crosses her arms over her chest to hide her already hardened nipples. “your turn was over like 2 minutes ago”
“fuck off,” vi barks back, but her thrusts start going deeper after the comment. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and she chooses to focus on making you feel well instead. “hear that, pretty girl? they’re all dying to fuck you too, but i’m… shit… i’m the one breaking you in”
the familiar feeling of an orgasm hits you out of a sudden, and you moan as your legs instinctively close around vi’s hips and pull her closer.
a whimper escapes your lips as you feel vi pull out of you.
“wait don’t— oh fuck!”
abby practically jumps at you, her mouth latching onto your nipple as her fingers quickly slide inside you. she doesn’t waste any time, curling them and finding that sweet, spongy spot inside you.
“shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” abby groans, teeth nibbling your nipple carefully as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you.
“a-a-abby! fuck,” your back arches, but abby is quick to grab your hips and push you down onto the mattress again.
“stay still,” her hands holding your body tight enough to leave a mark. “i’ve barely started and you’re already screaming out my name, baby. imagine what i could do with a third finger”
as if on cue, she introduces a new finger inside you.
“be fucking nice,” vi slaps abby’s back, but she can’t help staring at the way her fingers disappear into your pussy.
abby doesn’t even listen to her. her lips are parted as her own clit pulses in desperation, loving the wet sounds you’re making, how tight you feel around her fingers.
you cum for the second time just a minute later, body shaking as abby helps you ride out your high.
you open your eyes at the abrupt coldness of her absence as you feel her fingers slip out of you, but they get immediately replaced by something wet, plump and soft.
you glance down and are met with the beautiful sight of ellie, the newest recruit who has barely spoken throughout this whole ordeal, lapping at your pussy as if it was her last meal.
she looks up at you just as she takes a slow, teasing lick at your folds, her hands coming up to grab your thighs softly before she dives back in.
“i-i can’t,” you try to push yourself up onto your shoulders, but your body betrays you with a slight tremble.
“you’re not leaving ellie out of all the fun, are you baby?” abby smacks your left tit, making you whimper in response.
vi pushes your hair out of your face, her hand settling down at your jaw as she grabs it firmly. “you can take one more, pretty girl”
ellie’s tongue starts circling your clit, and she has no self-restraint as her fellow friends. the heat becomes unbearable for her, she can feel her own underwear covered in slick, and she starts humping the edge of the bed looking for friction.
when you come undone for the third time, your fingers tangle themselves in ellie’s hair and push her forward against your entrance. it’s the hair pulling that does it for her, and she moans against your pussy while she cums right after you.
“good job,” vi caresses your cheek, a lopsided smirk on her face. “welcome to the phi vixens”
“we’re going to make a great team,” abby gives your nipple a last pinch.
ellie lifts her face from your pussy, eyes half-lidded as she sighs, “i call first dibs tomorrow”
anyways!! gf els pressing her babys face into the pillows bc she wont stfu during sex HEHE - 🕯️
hi <3 hope u're feeling good, i've been all over the place too !!! and omg omg omg omg omg omg the thought of that made my tummy tie into knots r u jokingggg :( i'm a soft girl at heart and love gentleness but the thought of taking it super rough is just <3 and ikkkk ellie likes to give it to u rough :((( i know in my heart she does. and especially thinking abt this in prone bone :(
like she was already bein so nasty with it, holding your back down with one hand while your fists tighten around the sheets, her hips meeting your ass with every deep n hard thrust into you. it's been a long time, n all you can do is keep whining and moaning, babbling total nonsense, some kinda mix of "ellie ellie ellie ellie ellie—" and "'s so good, so good", and you can't see her face but you know she's got a wicked smile on her face just listening to you :( but, as pretty as it sounds, it's just too loud!
so before you know it, her whole hand splays across your face, turning you toward the pillow and keeping you down, locked in place. your sounds are all muffled and choked out, the pillowcase begins to grow stains from your tears and drool, and now the loudest thing in the bedroom is the slapping of your skin and how soaked your pussy is. "god, that's so much better, isn't it babe? yeah? let's save that pretty voice before it gives out." and you don't have to nod, she knows. she knows how good it feels, and within a few seconds she's watching you grow all tense as an orgasm takes over you :( and at that point, the only true thing she can discern from your muffled noises is the word daddy :( yeahhhhhh <3
it would be the same going to bed after an argument too where she js refuses to go to bed knowing ygs haven’t resolved whatever minor issues occurred she would come in behind u and whisper apologies / explanations into the nape of ur neck 😕🤍
this would be so cute as a small blurb and such but no pressure at all!! luv luv luv ur fics <3
thank you angel !!! this idea is so sweet :( i love hurt/comfort sm and this is so :((
arguing with ellie is already a bit of a shocking experience, not because of the fight itself, but because no matter what, she doesn't raise her voice. she doesn't even act mad at you, even when she's frustrated. at the most, she's just a bit standoffish. but she doesn't ever let something go unresolved n she especially doesn't let you go without knowing she still loves you. when she says something she regrets, she's quick to apologise and try to make it up to you.
imagining standing in the bathroom with a fluffy headband on and rubbing cleanser over your puffy, pouty face, getting ready for bed. you haven't really spoken since the argument, but what's been running through your head has been worry after worry that ellie's angry, that she thinks of you differently now—especially since you did lose your cool a little n start bawling, which is what ended the argument. it was deeply stressful to be sitting there fighting over something like who's doing the dishes. you never had an example of a healthy argument between partners growing up, so you were just waiting for her to erupt like a volcano n explode on you, but that never came, which inevitably led to you exploding first. into fear.
n you ran off too quick, not staying there long enough to learn that she was about to comfort you.
she's given you time. but that time's not going to extend overnight. which is why she's slowly approaching you, watching you silently take care of your skin.
"can we talk? i wish you hadn't ran off."
you falter so fast, almost dropping your moisturiser into the sink because now you feel so scared and so guilty, it's super hot and settling into your stomach like a bad meal. "sorry—"
"i don't need to hear that, it's fine. i don't care what we were talking about, it was stupid," ellie mumbles, and you don't feel her moving in behind you so suddenly, but now she's rubbing circles into your hips and nudging her chin over your shoulder. "i care that you got worked up and ran away, that means you felt threatened."
"not— not by you, i—"
"doesn't matter," she murmurs, grabbing your trembling hands and squeezing tight. "i'll never yell at you, never hurt you, i want you to know that. i love you. i'm sorry we got into this. we can talk more in the morning."
and you're rlly dumbfounded by this, but follow along when she pulls you into bed and holds you, and it really does feel safe, nothing like the way you thought love would be growing up <3
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synopsis: things with your lifelong best friend finally come to a head when your plans to get over her go disastrously wrong. one misunderstanding and a messy confession later, you’re left to reckon with the consequences of your actions.
tags: fluffy fluffy fluff with minimal angst, sfw for the most part! not proof read lol
the late september air bit at your skin as you struggled onto the porch. your eyes still blurry, as you squeezed past the people gathered by the entrance.
fresh tears streamed down your face as you began down the sidewalk, the faint sounds of mildly concerned voices behind you growing more and more distant with every sorry step you took.
the pavement moved fast beneath your heels, solid and grounding, the only thing keeping you tethered to reality as your mind spiraled out of control.
the same thing played on a loop:
how could you have been so stupid? people changed, no one stayed the exact same for seventeen years.
not even ellie.
ellie. stupid and thoughtful and forever yours—apparently you were wrong to think so.
teary eyed and busy brained, you didn’t notice the voice behind you calling out your name. at least not until you felt a hand catch your wrist, the feeling tangible enough to bring you back to reality.
“hey!”
your head snapped around at the sound, eyes widening as they met its source.
ellie, breathless and tousled, stood opposite you, panting lowly underneath the warm glow of the street lights.
her eyes watched your face carefully, and you wondered if she was aware of the blatant concern riddled on her own.
“you can’t walk home like that.” she said firmly, voice tired, yet unmistakably concerned.
her words summon enough of your consciousness to slap her hand away, abby’s words from earlier resurfacing.
“like fucking what ellie?” you snap.
“in a see-through fucking table cloth in the freezing cold.” she scoffed, motioning to the little black dress hugging your waist, the hem of it barely grazing the tops of your thighs.
maybe it was the alcohol, or the subpar lighting the lampposts provided from above, but you could’ve sworn you caught ellie’s eyes flickering along the edges of the so-called ‘table cloth’.
you knew she was right, it was stupid to walk home alone in the cold, dead, dark of early fall. you’d take her offer if you knew what was good for you.
but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to be difficult.
now it was your turn to scoff, “oh please, like you didn’t love this dress five minutes ago when you were going to rip it off me for fun.”
“jesus, just—please let me drive you home.”
“don’t act like you care about me now—what? is it five points more if we do it in your car?”
“what—no! just—fuck, just please, please get in the car.”
to anyone else watching, ellie must’ve looked like she was hanging on her last thread of patience. but for you? she had an endless reserve. for you, she’d argue until the sun came up.
you knew that. so you pushed her.
“didn’t you drink?” you sneered, voice taking on the prissiest tone you could manage.
ellie simply crossed her arms. “not as much as you.”
“i had, like, half a cup.” a lie.
“mhm, half a cup too much.”
only a few more moments of glaring passed before you inevitably relented, storming past her with a petulant hmph, as you crossed the road to the familiar pickup parked amongst the colorful line of cars on the other side.
ellie’s car creaked softly as you ducked into the passengers seat, jolting slightly when your thighs met the chilled leather.
“jesus, your car’s fucking ancient.”
“okay, fuck you.” she scoffed in response, “you used to spend so much time in here your butt had a permanent indent in the front seat.”
you’re about to smile when you catch yourself.
“here.”
your arms flew up instinctively as she chucked a ball of cloth at you, face scrunching as you scrambled to catch it.
you shot a glare at her from across the center console, eventually turning away when your eyes caught the corner of her mouth, lifted just the slightest bit.
with a sigh, you turned back to examine the jacket in your lap, warm yellow light illuminating the fabric from above.
“WILLIAMS” streaked the back in bold, bright red letters accompanied by two white stripes underneath.
a pang of nostalgia hit you. you’d worn the soft fabric more times than you could count, yet doing that now just felt sort of wrong.
but you’re cold and you're drunk and she’s driving you home anyway, so you might as well slip it on. when you do, you only hate the warmth it gives you a little bit.
for a while, there was only the soft hum of the engine and the occasional tick of the signal to fill the silence between you, neither of you brave enough to acknowledge the words you’d whispered only moments ago.
from the corner of your eye, you watched her fidget in the dark; leg bouncing, fingers drumming on the wheel. it was only a matter of time before she cracked.
sure enough, by her eighth awkward shift, she broke the silence.
“about what happened in there,” she began hoarsely, voice a strange interruption to the quiet. “can we talk?”
a long, hopeful moment of silence passed, and passed. and passed. anticipation quickly turned into discomfort.
but still, you gave no answer.
you felt ellie’s eyes dart toward you a couple times, yet the next few minutes passed in silence.
unlike her, you kept your eyes trained on the road. so what if she wanted to talk? you didn’t.
you were tired. wasted. in a car with a life long best friend who just played you like a fiddle. you wouldn't put up with this bullshit if someone paid you.
when her request was only met with more silence, she shifted her attention back to the road, arms and legs returning to their respective ticks, ten times more anxiety packed into them somehow.
only a few more seconds passed before a soft rustle sounded next to you.
you watched silently as ellie reached forward, index finger hitting the cassette player’s ‘ON’ button with a little too much vigor, setting the soundtrack for the remainder of the otherwise silent ride home.
the clock read 5:21 when you pulled into the dormitory driveway, though by then you were so delirious the numbers barely made any sense.
the sun was already breaching the horizon, its light already distributing the beginnings of morning.
the thrum of the engine faded as ellie shut it off, casting the car into silence once more.
now it was really quiet, too quiet. and neither of you made a move to leave.
you hadn’t quite thought about what you were going to do once you’d reached home. how were two dorm mates meant to avoid one another?
finally, you sighed. “talk.”
your response seemed to hit a nerve.
“‘talk’?” ellie reiterated, eyebrows raising in disbelief.
she scoffs when you only stare back, scowl growing deeper with each passing second.
“fuck, okay, i wanna know why you’re suddenly hellbent on calling me a slut in every conceivable way possible.”
“wha-are you not?” you spat back.
“no!”
“but the girls—dina said—“
“why do you care what dina said? you know me!”
“do i?” you asked, louder now, though you weren’t sure you wanted the answer. “‘finders keepers’? i’m not some bet, ellie!”
“no-i, god, abby’s stupid, i-”
you watched her stumble for a response, part of you already taking the show of fluster as confirmation of the one thing you dreaded.
“you can go around and-and do whatever the fuck you want, i don’t care—!”
“oh really, is that why you kissed me? cause you don’t care?”
the question felt more like an accusation, freezing you in place, as the weight of it settled into the forefront of your mind.
so she knew. she knew you liked her.
you were guilty, and you’d been caught red handed.
your voice was softer when you spoke up again. “i kissed you because i thought i knew who you were.”
the shift seemed to hit ellie hard, the anger in her face quickly turning to hurt.
her eyes were pleading as she looked into yours. “you do.”
you shook your head. “now i’m not so sure.”
at first, she seemed unsure of a response. then she seemed unsure if she should say it.
in the end, though hesitantly, ellie let the words fall from her lips.
“then let me prove it to you.”
slowly, ellie’s hands reached up to cup your face, the softness in her touch almost as gentle as the look in her eyes. you couldn’t help but lean into it.
“is this okay?”
it was ellie. of course it was.
the air in your throat feels trapped when you nod. “yeah.”
you watched as her face inched forward, slow and steady, seemingly afraid that you’d pull away if she moved too fast, bright eyes only ever breaking from yours to steal nervous glances down at your lips.
the moment she finally kissed you again was so jarringly different from the first.
this time it was slow, almost sacred in the way she pressed her lips against yours—like kissing you was the only thing that mattered.
you couldn’t help but melt into her, lips chasing hers as she finally pulled away.
“everything i said back there was true.” she breathed into the space between you. “i’ve been wanting to do that forever.”
“and it’s not because of some bet, or because i have massive game, apparently.” you had to stifle a giggle at that.
“it’s because i love you. and i’ve been yours since the moment we fucking met.”
you couldn’t believe your ears. ellie williams just gave you a confession.
the smile that threatened to show was completely unconcealable now.
“since you met me?” you repeated, relishing in the way the red on her face grew angrier by the second. “damn, williams, what took you so long?”
“oh my-fuck you. get out of my car.”
“no, no, ellie i’m sorry”
“i love you, too” “and i really am sorry i took so long to realize it.”
“well, you have plenty of time to make it up to me.”
you made an obvious glance to the backseat, eyebrows wiggling. “like right now?”
“are you ser-i’m trying to be romantic and you want me to eat you out in the backseat of my car?”
you laughed. “well, no one said anything about giving me head, but if you want to-“
ellie pinched the bridge of her nose, but the grin stretched across her face completely gives her away.
“it’s five in the morning.”
“breakfast.”
“ohmygod.”
you took her face in your hands, planting a quick kiss on her lips, the smile stretched across them apparent.
you don’t know how long stayed like that; your makeup a mess and your eyes halfway open, reaching over the center console to hold the girl who had always been yours.
you thought to yourself: you couldn’t possibly be happier.
did i leave yall like an absent father for 4 months? yes. but am i back and #readytorumble?? absolutely.
first up, i’m soso sorry i left for so long i missed you guys sm (new school year and writers block is NOT a good combo) but! i’m back now AND with an update schedule ! (are you proud of me?)
now, i know it’s been a while, so a lot of you have probably forgotten what the fuck was even going on w me four months ago, but, basically, i had unwritten ch2 and part 3 of the when did you get hot series hanging in the air before the break. so if anyone’s still interested in those i’d absolutely loveee to write them!
as for the schedule, it’ll (for the most part) follow this layout:
- unwritten chapters on fridays (so chapter 2 next friday if we want that)
- drafts/reqs sometime in the middle of the week (probably between unwritten chapters)
- soccer!ellie fic part 3 (so sorry this took so long holy crap)
i’ll leave a poll of drafts i have sitting around below. do lmk what we might be into/see released first
also, reqs! a bunch of them r wips sitting in my drafts (if you sent one in you might see it in the poll actually) AND ALSO to those who sent them in, first of all THANK YOU!! i love so many of them and they’re the most scrumptious delicious ideas ever and the only reason they aren’t published is because i wanna make em really good and am very afraid of them ending up sounding like ass (but just know i AM working on em)
aaaand last thing—thank you sososo much to everyone who stuck around! it’s serious motivation to keep writing and i probably wouldn’t have this much fun if i didn’t have people to share it with so thank you and i love you so very very much <33
also, (ik i said last thing but) feel VERY free to chat with me (if you like ofc). one of the things i wanna do more of this year is make more friends! (i was so shy when i started out here man) shoot me a message about writing or yuri or that one homoerotic friendship you had when you were fifteen idk literally whatever i’m all ears!
so yeah! that’s basically all i wanted to say, lmk what you’d like to see from me, and thank you for reading all this far if you have !
tldr: lmk if u want unwritten chapters (if yes you’d get ’em every friday probs), hundred thousand weekly one shots coming ur way, and poll below!
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when did you get hot part 3 (soccer els)
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Warnings: 18+, college au, dom!ellie x sub!reader, rough sex, strap-on (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral, fingering, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking, hate fuck, praising, pet names
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You hated how she took up space.
Not just physically…though fuck, Ellie Williams seemed genetically engineered to occupy every inch of your tiny double room like she owned both halves of it…but the way she existed. Loud music through shitty earbuds that still leaked, weed lingering on her hoodies, that permanent half-smirk like she already knew every embarrassing thing you’d ever done and was just waiting for the right moment to weaponize it.
You’d been assigned to her.
She’d been assigned to you.
Neither of you had requested the other.
And yet here you were, month four, still snarling at each other.
Tonight the air felt thicker than usual.
You’d come back from the library at 10:17 p.m. soaked from sudden rain, hoodie clinging uncomfortably, nipples hard under wet fabric from the cold. Ellie was sprawled on her bed in only boxer briefs and an oversized flannel that wasn’t even buttoned, one arm behind her head, phone in the other, scrolling with that bored, predatory laziness she did so well.
She didn’t look up when you slammed the door.
“Didn’t hear you come in,” she lied, voice low and rough.
“Clearly,” you muttered, peeling the drenched hoodie over your head. Your thin tank top underneath was basically transparent now. You felt her eyes snap to you even though her phone stayed tilted toward her face.
You turned your back to her, rummaging for dry clothes in the shared dresser. That was mistake number one.
“Nice show,” she drawled. “You auditioning for the wet-T-shirt contest downstairs or just fishing for attention?”
You whipped around. “Fuck off, Williams.”
She finally put the phone down. Slowly. Deliberately. Sat up. Legs spread. The outline of the harness she sometimes wore under her clothes was visible through the thin black boxer briefs.
Your stomach clenched.
She noticed.
“Problem?” Ellie asked, tilting her head. The smirk was gone now. Replaced with something darker. Hungrier.
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re dripping on my floor.”
You glanced down. Rainwater was pooling around your sneakers. You hadn’t even noticed.
“Clean it up then,” you snapped, turning away again.
Big mistake number two.
She was across the room in three steps. Palm slamming beside your head against the dresser, caging you. You could smell pine body wash and the faint skunk of weed and the heat coming off her bare chest. “Say that again,” she murmured against your ear. You swallowed. “You’re. Disgusting.” Ellie’s laugh was low. Dangerous. “Yeah? Then why’re your nipples trying to cut through that shirt, huh?”
You tried to shove her back. She didn’t budge. Instead her hand shot to your throat, not hard, just firm enough to make your pulse jump against her fingers. “Careful,” she warned. “Keep pushing me and I’ll push back harder.” Your mouth was dry. “Try me.”
Wrong answer.
She kissed you hard and deep. Teeth clacking, tongue shoving past your lips without asking, free hand grabbing a fistful of your wet tank top and yanking it up. Cold air hit your tits and then her mouth was there, biting more than sucking, sucking more than kissing, leaving marks you’d have to cover tomorrow.
You moaned despite yourself.
She pulled off with a wet pop. “Knew it. Fucking liar.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
You grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her back just as viciously. She groaned into your mouth, hips rolling forward so you could feel the thick silicone pressing against your soaked leggings. She broke away only to spin you around and shove you face-first against the dresser mirror. Your palms slapped the wood. You watched in the reflection as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your leggings and yanked them down along with your underwear in one brutal tug.
“Fuck-Ellie-”
“Too late to play shy now, baby.”
The pet name hit like a slap. You hated how much you liked it.
She kicked your legs wider. One hand stayed on the back of your neck, keeping you bent over. The other slid between your thighs, fingers gliding through how embarrassingly wet you already were. “Jesus Christ,” she laughed darkly. “You’re fucking soaked. All that bitching and your cunt’s crying for me.”
“Shut-up-”
Two fingers plunged inside without warning. You cried out, knees buckling. She caught you around the waist with her arm, holding you upright while she pumped roughly, curling on every outstroke, hitting that spot that made your vision white out.
“Look at yourself,” she growled, forcing your chin up so you had to watch in the mirror, mouth open, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. “Look how fucking desperate you are.” You tried to turn your head. She squeezed your throat harder. “No. You watch.”
Her thumb found your clit and circled once…hard.
You bucked. “Ellie-fuck-
“That’s it. Say my name like that again.”
She added a third finger. The stretch burned in the best way. You were dripping down her wrist. “You hate me so much, huh?” she mocked, voice wrecked. “That why you’re clenching like you’re trying to keep me inside forever?” You couldn’t answer. Only broken little whimpers.
She pulled her fingers out abruptly. You whined at the loss.
“Pathetic,” she muttered, wiping her soaked hand across your ass cheek like you were a mess she’d made. “Get on the bed.”
You stumbled backward. She followed, shedding the flannel, stepping out of the boxers. The strap was black, thick, ridged. She’d clearly been wearing it for a while, the base was shiny with her own arousal.
“On your knees first,” she ordered. You dropped without thinking. She stepped closer, fisting the silicone. “Open.” You glared up at her even as your lips parted. She fed the tip past your lips. Slow at first. Then deeper. Until your nose brushed the harness and you gagged.
“Good girl,” she breathed. “Take it like you mean it.”
You hollowed your cheeks. Sucked hard. Let spit drip down your chin. She groaned above you, hips twitching. “Fuck-yeah, just like that. Show me how sorry you are for being such a brat all semester.” You pulled off with a gasp. “I’m not sorry.” Ellie’s eyes flashed. “Oh we’re gonna fix that.”
She hauled you up by the hair and threw you onto her bed…your bed was too neatly made, hers was a mess of dark sheets and hoodies. Perfect. “Face down. Ass up.” You obeyed too fast. She climbed behind you. One palm cracked across your ass…hard.
You yelped.
“Count.”
“One-
Another smack. Sharper.
“Two-
By ten your skin was burning, thighs shaking, cunt throbbing so badly you were humping the sheets without meaning to. She smoothed a hand down your spine. Almost gentle. “Look at you. All red and dripping. Bet you’d come just from this if I let you.”
“Please-
“Please what, baby?”
You buried your face in the pillow. Muffled. “Fuck me.”
“Louder.”
You lifted your head. Voice cracking. “Fuck me, Ellie. Please.”
She lined the strap up. Teased the head through your folds. Coating it.
“You sure?” she murmured, suddenly softer. Checking.
You nodded frantically. “Yes-yes-
She sank in one long, relentless stroke. Your mouth opened on a silent scream. Full. Too full. Perfect. She didn’t give you time to adjust. Pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Hard. “Fuck!” you sobbed.
“That’s it,” she panted, setting a brutal rhythm. “Take it. Take every fucking inch like the slut you pretend you’re not.” One hand wrapped around your throat from behind, light pressure, just enough to make your head spin. The other gripped your hip so hard you’d bruise.
“Say it,” she growled.
“Say-say what-
“Say you’re my little whore.”
You clenched around the strap. Hard.
“I’m-fuck-I’m your little whore-
“Louder.”
“I’m your fucking whore, Ellie!”
She rewarded you with a particularly deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl when you’re getting railed, huh?” You were crying now. Not sad. Just overwhelmed. Too much sensation. Too much Ellie. She flipped you suddenly, onto your back. Pushed your knees to your chest. Folded you in half. The new angle let her grind against your clit with every stroke.
“Look at me.”
You did. Couldn’t not.
Her pupils were blown. Sweat on her throat. Lips swollen from earlier.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you fall apart,” she whispered. Almost reverent. “My pretty little fucktoy.”
The praise hit harder than the degradation ever could.
“Ellie-gonna-gonna come”
“Not yet.”
You sobbed. “Please-”
She pulled out completely. You wailed. She dropped down and buried her face between your legs. No teasing. Just tongue and lips and teeth. Sucking your clit hard. Two fingers curling inside. Then three. Fucking you open while her mouth worked you relentlessly. You screamed her name. She didn’t stop.
When you came it was violent, back arching, thighs clamping around her head, gushing over her chin. She drank it down like she was starving. Only when you were twitching with aftershocks did she crawl back up. Kissed you deep. Let you taste yourself.
Then she collapsed beside you. Silence stretched. After a long minute she reached over. Thumb brushing your cheek where tears had dried.
“You okay?” Quiet. Serious. You nodded. Voice wrecked. “Yeah.” She pulled you against her chest. Arms tight. “Didn’t mean to go that hard,” she muttered into your hair. “Liar.” A small laugh. “Okay. Maybe I did.” You hid your smile against her collarbone. “Still hate you,” you whispered. She kissed your temple. “Hate you more.” But her fingers were tracing lazy circles on your back. And neither of you moved to separate.