It felt like a silent rejection and even if you knew you were being irrational, it still hurt you. You finally looked away from her, staring out the window and letting your eyes flutter shut so you could take a few deep breaths. Your peaceful state was quickly interrupted, a loud call of your name making your eyes snap back open as you look towards the front of the room. 

“I do not tolerate sleeping in my classroom. If you are tired, stay home instead of wasting my time” Ellie snapped, eyes narrowing as they focused on you. You knew Ellie had been just as stressed as you were but you were in complete disbelief that she would take it out on you in front of the classroom. You can’t even offer a proper reply, your eyes staring down at your lap as they begin to grow glassy. Your throat constricts and you pray the people sitting next to you don’t notice the way you are practically gasping for air. 

There was no need to be so cruel, as she knew that you were under just as much stress as she was but she had nowhere else to place her anger. The sight of you hiding your face from her and not even standing up for yourself shoves her back into reality and guilt eats away at her core, leaving her raw and full of fear of her own fuck up. She quickly clears her throat, continuing her lecture but stealing a few glances at you whenever she has the chance. You refused to even look up anymore, shame burning within you. 

You didn’t even notice when Ellie began to stutter, her nerves apparent as she tried to shove down the worry she felt, at least until she could speak to you after class. The clock continued to tick, the world uncaring that you were nearly in the midst of a complete breakdown. You are only brought out of your daze by the sound of people nearby beginning to pack their things up, a sign that class was over. In a feverish manner, you begin to place your belongings in your bag. 

All you know is that you need to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible, silently thanking God that this was your last class of the day. Ellie tried to see you in the crowd of students that were pushing out the door, calling out your name once more so she could have you stay after class to talk, it would give her the chance to apologize before the two of you got back home for the night. 

However, you ignore her completely, not wanting to be a victim of her anger any longer. You rush out of the building as quickly as possible, leaving Ellie to scramble to get her belongings together so she could follow after you. It was no use, as you were long gone, shivering as rain landed on your skin before you reached your car. 

The minute you were in the safety of your car, you let out a quiet sob, still unable to recover from earlier. On top of that, you had so many assignments to get done tonight that you could already feel the way your wrists would be aching by the time you were done. You allow the tears to cascade down your cheeks, your lip quivering even as you begin to drive. No music is played, the need for silence after what you experienced felt completely necessary. 

You simply couldn’t wrap your head around how Ellie could be so careless, the woman you love suddenly seeming to turn on you. It was pre decided that you wouldn’t be going to her house for once, driving towards your home the best you can while tears blur your vision. You couldn’t care less about the constant ringing of your phone, your lips set in a permanent frown as you park your car. 

After grabbing your bag, you fumble with your keys until you manage to unlock the door and walk into the safety of your home. You had been spending so much time in Ellie’s home that the space now felt cold and unwelcoming, all the lights being off with no signs of life. You flick on a switch, sniffling a few times as you set your belongings down on the table. You reach for your phone, the screen being far too bright for your dimly lit environment. 

You can at least see that Ellie has managed to call you twenty-two times, sending a few messages asking where you were. Unbeknownst to you, Ellie had arrived at her own home, expecting to find you there. Much to her dismay, she was left to panic in the wake of your absence, her hands shaking as she held her phone to her ear. Every time her call went to voicemail she cursed, running a hand through her messy hair. She couldn’t lose you, not now, not ever. 

When her phone pinged, she picked it up so fast she nearly dropped the device onto the floor. As her eyes adjusted, she could recognize your contact name beside a simple message that read “At home. Please stop calling”. The words are enough to make her heart drop into her stomach, as you had never once refused to see her after a fight. It felt different this time, like you were creating walls to keep her out and she felt fucking terrified. 

♡ 

You had settled onto the couch, mindlessly watching television to keep your mind off Ellie even if it was just for a bit. The nerves within your body began to subside, your breathing evening out as you leaned back a bit. You figured that this was the calm after the storm and you might as well enjoy it before it passes you by. 

The sound of someone knocking on your door makes you flinch, turning to face the direction of the front entrance. Your brows furrowed as you realized who it might be, swiftly tuning to face the tv once more just to shut her out. Ellie could feel her heart pounding against her chest, trying to get you to open the door. “Babe? Can we please talk, just for a second” she pleads, knocking harshly enough to make her knuckles ache. With no response from you, she grows desperate, bringing out the water works. 

“Please, I need to see your face, need to tell you how sorry I am” she states, her voice cracking as tears begin to well within her eyes as she purposely uses the saddest voice possible. “It’s so cold out here, angel, please let me inside” she whimpers as if she were a kicked puppy, although this situation was completely her fault. 

You know that the last thing you should do is welcome her into your home but she sounds so lost, so frightened of what she has done. Even if you were mad at her at this moment, she knew just how to get inside your head and ease you back into her arms. Ellie is just about to knock for a third time when she hears the click of the door unlocking right before she finally gets to see you. 

Even in your disheveled state, you looked beautiful enough to make her heart ache. She can’t get over how exhausted you look, as if she had taken every last bit of energy you had. “Hey, there you are” she coos in a warm voice, her tears ceasing within an instant. You can’t help but avoid eye contact with her, not wanting to give in so easily. 

“You can come inside for a bit but you’re not staying” you mutter, turning away and leaving the door ajar so she can come inside to escape the cold. Ellie breathes a sigh of relief, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her with a soft click. She knows she needs to tread lightly, kneeling down to unlace her shoes and placing them near the front door before she turns to face you. 

You’re curled up in the corner of the couch, not even glancing at her as she inches closer to you. She settles beside you, a small gap between the two of you so that she doesn't scare you off. Ellie plays with her fingers, the only way she can soothe herself in a moment with so much tension. 

Before she can even take a breath in to speak, the sound of your quiet voice cuts her off. “I think maybe this isn’t going to work out” you mutter, your eyes transfixed on the tv. “You have a lot going on and I get that, but I’m not your punching bag, Ellie.”

Your words tear through her like a jagged knife, left to bleed out due to her own inability to control her anger. “No— no, no, no” she breathes, sliding down so she can get on her knees in front of you, forcing you to look at her finally. 

“You don’t mean that, you’re just upset” she says in a broken voice, her warm hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Stop telling me how I feel” you huff, trying to yank away from her touch. Ellie is quick to put a stop to your efforts, her grip tightening so that your cheeks are squished together, your lips all pouty.

You can tell by the look in her eyes that she is not pleased with your rejection, her grip almost harsh enough to hurt. “I am not telling you how to feel. I just know what you really want, what you need.” she says in a tone that feigns pity, a sympathetic smile on her lips. 

You simply narrow your eyes at her, resisting the urge to submit to her completely. She coos at the sight of you, pressing a little kiss to the tip of your nose that makes you huff. “I’m sorry, bunny, I really am. But you’re breaking my heart here— makin’ me feel like our relationship is dirty” she sighs, loosening her grip since she knows you won’t back away any longer. 

The pet name causes your mind to go fuzzy, your will slowly weakening. “M’ not saying it’s dirty, you’re just… you’re so mean” you mutter, unsure if she would be set off by your words alone. But she remains calm this time, her grip completely fading as she moves your hair out of your face so she can see you properly. “I know I am, I’m so mean aren’t I, baby?” she hums, being playful so she can get you to relax. 

You nod slowly at her words, already feeling yourself melting into a puddle right in the palm of her hand. “Now, you don’t wanna break up with me, do you?” she asks in a gentle voice, a stark difference from how rough she was being with you earlier. You hesitate for a moment, your eyes scanning her features for any sign of malice and yet you find none. 

After you give a small shake of your head to say no, Ellie finally breathes out. “See? I knew you didn’t mean it” she says in a warm tone, caressing your thighs with her strong hands as she looks at you. 

You just keep quiet, feeling a bit ashamed that you are letting her in so easily, her minuscule apology managing to make you forgive her completely. Ellie can tell your mind is beginning to wander and that is the last thing she wants, so she moves back onto the couch, gently turning your head to face her. 

“My pretty girl” she mutters, her thumb gently running along your plush bottom lip that was still sticky with lip gloss. Your body seems to relax under her touch, welcoming the familiar warmth after such a long day. 

She moves closer, letting her lips linger mere inches from yours as she keeps her gaze fixed on you. “You gonna say sorry for hurting me earlier, angel?” she asks, tilting her head in the slightest as if she were about to kiss you, yet it only served to tease you further. 

“I’m sorry” you manage to whisper, not even truly thinking anything of the words, simply wanting to please Ellie in any way possible. She hums in a pleased manner, finally leaning in to give you what you were so desperately craving. 

Her lips felt a little rough against yours, although her movements start off slow and gentle. She cups your face ever so softly, her tongue only teasing your own. She can feel you leaning into her touch, needing her affection more than anything right now. 

She finally lets you push your tongue past her lips, the sloppy sound of the filthy kiss filling the air around the two of you. There is hunger and desperation behind every move she makes, removing one hand from your cheek in favor of pushing you down until you’re laying on the couch, her lips never once leaving yours. 

The idea of losing you was too much to bear and now that she had you wrapped around her finger, she was going to keep you there. She is purposely being messy, lapping at your lips and tongue so that her saliva connects the two of you, a piece of her invading your body so that she can call you hers. 

You moan as she helps you relax into your new position, her knee slipping between your thighs and perfectly nudging your clit through your jeans. The sensation is enough to make you flinch, not expecting the feeling to be so overwhelming. 

When she finally pulls back, there is a thin string of saliva that connects you to one another, a vulgar sign of your unity. You can’t help but let out a protestant huff when her knee eases up, needing the pressure to keep your mind off the fact that the same woman who humiliated you was now making out with you. 

Ellie on the other hand couldn’t be more ecstatic, a sly grin on her lips when she realizes her glasses are all fogged up. “Stupid fuckin’ thing” she mutters as she pulls them off, throwing them onto the coffee table carelessly before she uses the back of her hand to wipe her lips. 

You are left beneath her, a mess of the strong girl you thought yourself to be earlier. “If you want somethin’, you gotta ask for it” she says firmly, purposely pushing her knee up to get a quick gasp out of you before pulling back once more. 

“Need to feel your tongue or just fuck me, I don’t care. Just give me something please” you beg in a voice that is utterly pathetic, broken down by your own selfish desires. Your pleas are like music to her ears, it’s all that she needs to finally give in to your request. 

“On all fours, take off those clothes or I’ll do it myself” she says in a pointed manner, as if she were giving you directions like you were still in her class. You are quick to nod your head, shakily standing to your feet and yanking your clothes off piece by piece until you are left completely bare. 

There’s not enough room for the position on the couch so you simply kneel onto the floor, instinctively arching your back in the slightest as you get on your hands and knees for her. Ellie tsks at the sight, rolling up her sleeves as if she were about to eat a delicious meal and in her opinion, she was. 

“Such a filthy girl, spreading open your cunt for your own professor” she spits, humiliating you all over again, although this time you find that her words go straight to your aching cunt. “S’ not my fault my professor is a perv” you shoot back, still blowing off steam from earlier. 

Your bratty words only make her smile widen, completely used to how mouthy you get after she’s made some sort of fuck up. “But it is your fault that you like it so much” she quips, her hand resting on the small of your back as she gets behind you. 

There’s no time to think of a sharp reply, as one of her thick fingers is already sliding through your slick folds without a single bit of resistance. “Always so wet for me, bunny. S’ adorable” she praises, feeling you shudder underneath her touch. 

“N-no teasing today, you’ve been mean enough” you state shakily, trying to stand your ground for once. Your demand makes Ellie scoff, letting her finger get thoroughly soaked by your arousal before pushing in her finger finally. 

You can’t stop the moan that passes your lips, the relief crashing over you and leaving you breathless. “Holy fuck, no matter how many times I fuck you stuid you’re cunt still sucks me in like you’re a goddamn virgin” she states with a cruel chuckle, fucking her finger into you at an unforgiving pace. 

“Shut up” you manage to breathe out, your hips subconsciously moving back in order to match her pace. “Why don’t you make me, hm? What’re you gonna do? Cry till you get your way?” she questions harshly, giving no warning as she pushes in a second finger, your walls so slick that she can fuck you open with ease. 

You can only whimper in response to her mean words, knowing you had no way of making her be quiet when she has you in such a vulnerable position. Ellie wishes she could record you in this moment, maybe even upload it to some porn site with a cliche title like “student gets on all fours for professor”— or something like that at least. 

“Fuck, just like that bunny, keep moving those hips” she says in a breathless voice, so entranced by the way your cunt keeps a vice grip on her fingers as she pushes them in and out. She moves her fingers in a scissoring motion in order to stretch you further, listening to the way your moans grow higher pitched with every thrust of her fingers. 

The pleasure in your body is building and you know it’s not long until you have to let go completely, yet you find yourself embarrassed by how easy it is to make you come when you’re so worked up. 

“Ellie, Els— gonna come, Jesus Christ” you pant, your thighs trembling as you try to keep yourself upright. Ellie clicks her tongue as if in disapproval, her fingers still curling inside you as she speaks. “If you wanna get fucked you better not come, I swear to god I’ll leave you here if you come on my fingers” she says sharply, showing that she is not messing with you at all. 

“But—“ you start, only to let out a cry as she stills her motions so you’re not receiving any stimulation at all. Just as quickly as you felt your high coming on, it fades away in an instant and you nearly collapse from defeat, your orgasm completely ruined. 

You’re a blubbering mess, trying to turn to face Ellie as tears threaten to spill over from how frustrated you are with her. “I was being good!” you practically shout, not truly understanding why she insisted on stopping. 

That is until your eyes lowered, listening to her belt come undone before she unzips her fly. Once she tugs down her boxers, you’re finally staring right at her strap, the one she used on you nearly every night that you never grew tired of. 

“You walk around with that thing on?” you ask in complete shock, your face flushing at the idea of her packing even during class. “Is that a problem with you?” she questions teasingly as she unbuttons her top, leaving her bare besides the heavy strap that hung from her hips. 

“I don’t care, I don’t give a fuck, just please let me come” you beg, pushing your ass up into the air to get what you wanted from her. “Such an eager student, but don’t think you’re getting an A just cause I get to fuck you” she jokes, uncaring that you’re nearly in purgatory from not being able to have a proper orgasm. 

She redeems herself by lining up her cock with your aching entrance, guiding the tip to gently tap against your clit so she can watch the way you jolt from sensitivity. Ellie doesn’t bother asking how you want it tonight, knowing that you’re just desperate to get off at this point. 

She pushes into you, your cunt only resisting due to the thickness of her strap. You let out a string of moans as she sinks into you completely, feeling so full after being empty for so long. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the feeling of her tip kissing your cervix as she bottoms out. 

Within an instant she is moving, thrusting into you like her life depends on it. “Fuck” is all she can pant out as she fucks into you mercilessly, the curve of her cock hitting all the right spots within you. 

You’re down for the count, drool seeping from the corner of your lips as she pounds into you relentlessly. The pleasure begins to build once more and Ellie can tell you are getting close by the way it gets a bit harder to push inside you, your walls tightening around her. 

“You gonna come, angel? Gonna make a mess on my cock like the pathetic girl you are?” she questions, still muttering curses as she uses one hand to spread open your cunt to watch her dick slide in and out of you while her other hand keeps a firm grip on your hip. 

You nod feverishly, knowing that was her way of giving you permission to let go. “Yes! S’ too much, unhh—“ is all you can manage before your words slur into something incoherent. 

Ellie refuses to let up even as you’re coming for her, fucking you through your orgasm and cursing at the sight of the white ring that had now formed at the base of her strap. 

As you come down, you collapse onto the floor, Ellie’s cock sliding out of you as you tremble on the floor, the carpet feeling soothing against your skin. “Thank you” you manage to mutter weakly, gaining a small “aww” from Ellie in response, she undoes her harness as you lay there helplessly, scanning your features for any signs of distress or discomfort but coming up empty. 

Once the item is discarded, she lays down beside you, pulling you close to her own bare body. The skin to skin contact eases you back into reality and you finally feel like you can breathe once more. Ellie is busy pressing kisses against your shoulder, trailing up your neck until she could press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

You look at her with a dazed expression, taking note of how pretty she looked after giving you what might’ve been the best fuck of your life. 

“M’ still mad, y’know” you state, your voice shaking despite your attempt to be firm. “I know, I know. I fucked up. But I’ll keep apologizing till you accept it, I’ll get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness if that’s what you want” she says in a gentle voice, being completely serious. 

She’d do anything as long as it meant getting back in your good graces. “Just give me a few more nights like this and I’ll think about forgiving you” you hum, toying with the ends of her short hair. 

“Sounds very fair, bunny” she says in a pleased tone. “Do you want more or are you tired?” she asks in a caring tone, her calloused hand running along your side as she speaks. 

“Sleepy, just wanna shower and go to bed” you sigh, sitting up a bit and glancing at the coffee table. You grab her glasses, putting them on and giving Ellie a fucked out smile. The sight makes Ellie chuckle, her finger coming up to push them up the bridge of your nose so they fit better. 

“Well aren’t you the cutest girl who ever lived” she states playfully. But let’s get you into the shower, alright?” she offers, pulling the glasses off your face and setting them down once more so she can help you up. 

As you lean against her on the way to the bathroom, you can’t help but think of how likely it was that she would take out her anger on you again. You knew the relationship you shared with your professor wasn’t healthy but there was no one else in the world you’d rather have.

Barely anyone else came to this gym and to you it was a miracle it managed to stay open in this small and unforgiving town. When you started working longer hours, you figured a place like this would be good to get out all your frustration from the day. It operated 24 hours, flexible enough to allow you to come and go as you pleased. 

At first the times at which you came varied but about four months ago you had come a bit later, around 10:30 pm or so. You had been alone for a while, but then she walked in. 

It’s a clear vision in your head, even now. The way she kept her head down, a tight tank top pressed against her skin. You hadn’t meant to stare but there was really nothing else to look at and it was a nice distraction from the burning within your body from pushing yourself non stop. She knew her way around, that much was apparent to you. 

Ellie’s workout routine varied each night but she never seemed to stray from the weights section, her muscles straining in a way that made your eyes narrow in her direction just to get a better look. Sometimes you would make the mistake of staring too long, her eyes catching on yours for a moment only to flicker away in an instant as if you were just a fly on the wall. 

To you, that meant she either didn’t notice your constant gazes or she just didn’t care. It physically made your heart ache, a burn so deep in your chest that you were unsure if it was from your emotions or from the irritating amount of cardio you made yourself do just to stay in her presence a while longer. 

It was a ritual by now, come in at 10:30 pm, and wait for her. Each time she has shown without fail, as you took the same rest days as her just so you wouldn’t have to be in this space without her. Sundays and Wednesdays are unbearable, your skin crawling with an insatiable need to be back near her. 

She had never uttered a word to you or even given you a smile, but maybe that is why you were so fascinated with her. Whether or not you truly knew her was insignificant because your mind and body missed the way the air around you seemed to shift whenever she came by.

Now, both hands of the clock rest on 12. Beads of sweat roll down your neck as your chest heaves, frustration mixing with confusion all at once. It’s a Saturday and she should be here, so why isn’t she? 

Ellie never came late and the quiet that surrounds you is somewhat jarring. You had stopped bringing your headphones a while ago, opting to listen to her heavy breathing and the sound of the weights slamming back into place when she finished using them. 

A hollow ache fills you now, and your muscles are begging for rest. You glance over at the front desk by the door, noticing that the one worker that was usually here at this time had disappeared into the break room. It wasn’t unusual, as no one beside you and Ellie came here at such an hour. 

Well, just you now. 

Just as you are about to call it a night, the sound of shoes scuffing against the floor catch your attention. As always, your eyes fall upon her within seconds. 

But it is so different this time because she is looking right at you. Her eyes don’t skip over you, and she doesn’t break eye contact for a second. You freeze up for a moment, the shock of it crashing over you. 

It feels wrong to look away, so your head turns to follow her footsteps, watching as she walks into the locker room towards the back of the gym. Ellie only ever went in there after she finished her workout, never once had she gone in before getting started. 

All of this was completely out of order, your mind is scrambling to try and understand why all of this is happening. The routine of your nights with her felt holy in some way, and your frustration was only building because it seemed as if she were messing everything up on purpose. 

You finish stretching, but you don’t get up because you’re unsure of which move to make next. Your purse and keys were in that locker room, but Ellie hasn’t come out yet. Minutes pass, the ticking of the clock an infuriating reminder that you are wasting time. 

It is way too late, and you’re exhausted by every last detail of today. You shake your head, scoffing slightly because you had spent so long watching Ellie that she felt somewhat beyond your reach. This slight interaction makes her all too real, and you just want to get out of here before anything else can throw you off. 

You let your body move on its own, your legs carrying you toward the locker room at a slower stride than usual. Your hesitance is evident in the way you move, even if you are curious about why Ellie is taking so long in there. 

As you move further down the dark hallway, your nose wrinkles from the overwhelming scent of smoke. Undoubtedly menthols, and you knew exactly who was responsible for it. You had seen Ellie smoke outside before, but only after she had finished her workout, never before. 

Unsurprisingly, you find her sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, the cigarette nearly burnt down to the filter. She sits casually, as if she wasn’t actively flipping your world upside down with her every action today. If she notices you this time, she doesn’t make it known, her head lowered as she stares at the grimy tile beneath her shoes. 

Your eyes linger as they always do because you were under the assumption she wasn’t taking notice of your presence and you had grown accustomed to being completely invisible to her. 

Her converse are scuffed and dirty but you can really see the details of each marking now that you are closer to her, the fabric of the shoes worn down in such a way that it makes you wonder how long she’s had them for. 

Your head tilts in the slightest as your eyes trail further up, taking notice of how she is wearing grey sweats tonight instead of a black pair as she usually did. Before you can let yourself peer at her tank top, your gaze fixes upon her lap once more, only because you see something new. 

There is a slight bulge you can just barely make out, something clearly pressing against the material. The sight is enough to make your skin tingle, curiosity mixing with a desperate need to see what lies beneath the fabric. She had never been packing before today, you were certain you would have noticed if she had done it in the past. 

It caught you off guard completely and for half a moment you forgot that not only could you see her, but she could also see you. 

You had grown so comfortable with not having to hide your constant staring that now you made no attempt to conceal your fascination with her. Even now, your hands merely rested against the locker that is holding your belongings but you made no movement to actually unlock it. Your focus is entirely on Ellie and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. 

“You really are fuckin’ shameless” Ellie scoffs, flicking the cigarette butt down onto the floor as she leans forward with her elbows on her knees. The suddenness of her attention being directed towards you makes you instantly look back up at her face, feeling the air being suffocated out of your lungs as she stares right back. 

“I… I didn’t mean..” you begin to stutter, shaking your head slowly as if she were the one who had made a mistake. You’re convinced that your very being is caving in before her, exposing every inch of yourself against your will. 

You don’t try to explain properly, as there really was no reason for you to be looking at her. Instead you continuously fumble with the lock you usually had no issues opening in the past, although now your hands are shaking far too much to put the combination in correctly. 

Ellie doesn’t seem impressed with your response, or lack thereof, at all. She stands up, her demeanor formidable in an all consuming way. “What?” she questions, moving closer until she is taking up the space in the bubble you had placed around yourself so many years ago. She is blocking your locker now, forcing you to stand there with your eyes as wide as a doe staring straight ahead at a set of headlights. 

“Seriously, what were you going to say? What could possibly be an excuse for the way you were just eye fucking me the same way you’ve been doing every night?” she questions, her tone so gruff that you feel completely humiliated for thinking she hadn’t noticed your constant compulsion to look at her as often as possible. 

She is so close that you can pick up on the warmth of her scent, cigarette smoke mixed with a musky, almost myrrh like undertone that makes her feel undeniably real to you. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. You just seem so nice n’ I just like seeing you” you whisper in a tone so reverently that Ellie can’t help but feel pity. “I shouldn’t be bothering you like this. I’ll stop coming here, I’ll leave you alone” you begin to ramble, unable to hold eye contact with her for more than a split second before your eyes flicker away to soothe your nerves. 

But your efforts to console her are cut short, your voice dying in your throat as her hand grips your face. Her hand is warm, calloused from lifting weights but a soothing weight nonetheless. It isn’t hard for her to force you to hold eye contact with her now, the tips of her fingers digging into your cheeks while her palm holds your chin steady. 

The touch is sudden and intimate, knocking you out of your frantic daze as you watch a mix of frustration and amusement dance across her features. “You don’t get to just disappear on me, no fucking way” she spits, her hold on your face growing painful now but you don’t move away. 

“Do you know how hard it is to control myself when you are here? God, you really don’t know what you’ve put me through” she continues on, noticing the confusion radiating from you which only spurs her to elaborate. 

“I can feel your eyes on me all the time, but you wouldn’t speak a single word to me. I tried staying here longer just to see if you’d come up to me or just do something to let me know I wasn’t imagining all of this” 

Ellie lowers her hand now, moving towards the pulse point of your neck and feeling it frantically fluttering. It makes her smile in the slightest, although it is more akin to a smirk of satisfaction. 

“You look so pretty every time I see you” she sighs, her voice lowering as though she were telling you a secret she had kept hidden for far too long. “Your cheeks all flushed, that sweat dripping down your skin and … fuck, the way you breathe is enough to make me insane” she adds on. 

You are filled with confusion now, your mind scrambling to catch up with everything she was telling you. “Do you… do you know my name?” you question, even if it isn’t what you should be concerned about right now. 

The question makes her roll her eyes in the slightest, making you feel like an idiot. “Of course I do” she sighs, saying your name as she refuses to look away from you. “I know more about you than I should; much more than you know about me” she states with complete confidence, bearing herself to you. 

“But even after all that you ignore me. And as soon as I get you here alone, you’re apologizing and trying to get rid of me as quickly as possible” she huffs, her air of frustration filling the small space between you once more. 

“It makes me so angry, do you know that, sweetheart? It makes me want to follow you home again, just so I can watch you spend all night peering out the window because you can feel me watching you” she whispers, now using both her hands to hold your arms as she shifts your position. 

Now, your back is pressed against the uncomfortably cold lockers, your skin still burning hot from working out. She doesn’t care if it’s uncomfortable for you, cornering you completely before she spends a long moment simply holding eye contact with you, relishing in the fact that you were finally alone with her and had nowhere to run off to. 

Her words take a moment to truly sink in, the realization that she had been following you home making you tremble in the slightest. You can’t help the natural fearful reaction you have to what she is saying, even if you had been dreaming of having her attention on you. 

Ellie coos at the sight of you looking utterly terrified, taking notice of the sheen of sweat that still coats your skin. “I only did it because I care about you, doll” she hums, her voice low and soothing. 

She can’t help herself anymore, leaning down and flattening her tongue against your neck before licking upwards, moaning when she reaches your cheek and feels a salty tear melt against her taste buds. 

You should be trying to get away from her, screaming for someone to help you… but you don’t. Instead, you whimper from the relief of being close to her at last, your tears only falling because you had spent so long believing she didn’t care about your existence. 

“I didn’t want to make you angry, I promise” you say softly, whining in the slightest when she moves back down to your neck, nipping at your skin before letting her teeth really dig into the flesh. It’s painful, but it relieves the ache that has consumed your heart these past few months. 

Ellie kisses over each mark she leaves behind, her fingers now digging into your hips, fearful you would disappear if she let you go for even a moment. “I know that, silly girl. But even if it wasn’t intentional, you still hurt me. So you have to make it up to me” she says, completely certain now that you would do anything to please her. 

You can only nod, her kisses melting your brain in such a way that she now held all the power here. It felt heavenly to surrender yourself so completely to her, your eyes momentarily flutter shut as you focus on the feeling of her breath against your freshly marked skin. 

But Ellie is ravenous, desperate for the connection she had been deprived of for months. “Eyes on me” she states swiftly, pulling away to deny you the touch she knows you crave. 

It works instantly, your eyes snapping back open as your brows furrow in a way that shows her your displeasure. Although your expression smooths over when you can truly take in the details of her face, each freckle placed so perfectly upon her skin that you feel as if God had created her just for you to behold. 

Her mere presence is a blessing to you, and all you want is to belong to her in every way. 

“Do you want to come over? To my apartment, I mean” you ask, finding it hard to speak even if you knew that she wanted you the same way you wanted her. To your dismay, she shakes her head to say no and for a split second you fear that you have somehow overstepped again. 

“I can’t wait that long” she states quickly, picking up on your unease. She presses herself impossibly close and now you can undoubtedly feel her strap pressing against you through her sweats. It makes a knot form in your stomach, a frantic need to feel her inside of you, to be connected with her at last. 

You are knocked out of your daze as soon as you hear footsteps, not coming inside the locker room, but clearly passing by. It was a sudden and uncomfortable reminder that there was a possibility of being seen and it makes your cheeks burn with shame. 

Ellie hates that something can pull away your attention from her so easily, her right hand rising to firmly tap your cheek twice. It’s not quite a slap, but the sting of it is enough to put your focus back on her, albeit you now have a pout adorning your lips. 

“Not here, Ellie. They can hear us… I mean, what if someone walks in? What if someone sees?” you whisper frantically, trying to look away again to glance at the door but no one walks through. 

This time when you look away, Ellie is not so kind. A sharp pain spreads throughout your cheek now, the impact jarring you for a split second before you realize that she had slapped you with full force this time. 

And fuck, she is strong. 

The pain takes a moment to really seep in, tears brimming your eyes as it seems to worsen as seconds pass by. But your focus is centered back on her, and that is proof to her that her actions were necessary. 

She doesn’t speak right away, pleased enough to watch more tears stream down your cheeks as you stutter over your own words. 

Lowering her head a bit, she is able to really get in your face, keeping her voice low so that what she says can’t be heard beyond the space the two of you share. “You really think those employees give a shit about what we do here?” she questions with a half hearted laugh, your apprehension to all of this amusing to her, even if she is irritated. 

Ellie leaves space for you to answer but you are still sniffling and fighting back the urge to cry more just because she is being so mean to you. After a long pause you hesitantly shake your head side to side, trying to gauge if you are giving her the answer she wants to hear. 

Much to your relief, she seems pleased by the motion. “That’s right, angel. They don’t care, and no one comes to this shit hole at this hour anyways. But I’m getting real tired of you making me be so cruel. Thought a sweet little thing like you would be willing to make me feel better, but maybe I was wrong” she mutters. 

She feigns a wounded expression, slowly but surely beginning to pull away from you until you can move freely once more. The loss of pressure and warmth from her body feels suffocating to your heart, the ache between your thighs making you acutely aware of just how badly you needed her to be touching you. 

“Fuckin’ waste of time” she huffs, not looking at you as she turns away. The thought of her leaving you here makes panic crawl up your throat, the pain from her hitting you feeling akin to a distant memory as you shake your head frantically to refuse her attempts to discard you. 

“No, no, please. Ellie, I didn’t mean it like that. I was scared, I was being stupid!” you plead with her, not even bothering to whisper now as you cry out. Your shaking hands grasp at her tank top, not truly strong enough to halt her but making an effort to do so nonetheless. 

You can’t explain what you feel at this moment, as some rational part of you knows that none of this is right and yet you are willing to go to any length to make her stay here with you. 

Without overthinking it, you drop to your knees in front of her, your kneecaps colliding with the tile beneath you. The physical pain of the action is meaningless, your mind utterly engrossed with the need to please her. 

Ellie finally stops trying to leave, her green eyes taking in the pathetic sight of you. Your breaths are uneven, your cheeks still flushed beautifully from working out only a while earlier. She can see the red mark she had left behind on your cheek and she truly hopes it bruises just to ensure that you remember everything about tonight. 

“You really were being stupid, huh?” she says, her voice calm as she watches you press your cheek against her thigh. The fabric of her sweats is so soft that it soothes you, serving as a reminder that you had managed to make her stay. 

You nod your head, so pleased that she is speaking to you again that you can’t help but smile up at her. She runs her fingers through your mussed hair, treating you like a precious pet that simply needed to be trained. 

No further movements are made by you because it is finally clicking in your mind that you shouldn’t say or do anything until Ellie wills you to do so. Instead, you remain in place, your hips slightly twitching in search of friction now because the outline of Ellie’s strap is far clearer down here, and all you can think of is the relief you will feel once it is inside you. 

Her eyes rake over you, committing the sight of you like this in her memory. But since you’re behaving so well, she finally gives you directions. 

“Everything off, but stay on your knees” she commands, her voice steady amidst so much chaos. You don’t need to be told twice, yanking off your tank top along with the flimsy shorts that had been worn down after so many sessions of working out, and kicking off your shoes and socks. Next to go is your sports bra, tits fully on display for her viewing pleasure. And when you messily squirm your way out of your panties, Ellie can swear she has reached heaven. 

You freeze up when you hear footsteps near the door again, but you know better. This time, you don’t look away from her. But she can see how fearful you are, and it makes her groan in delight. 

“Atta’ girl, following directions so well” she praises, still standing above you and fully clothed. You are clay in her hands now, waiting to be molded into something perfect, something only Ellie can love. 

She glances at your discarded panties that lie on the floor, noticing the damp spot on them, the cotton  soaked with your arousal. 

“Your cunt got all sticky just from a little bit of attention from me?” she questions, although she quickly follows up before you can respond. “Or maybe you just really like it when I hit you” she wonders aloud, already knowing how to make you squirm. 

You should feel ashamed but you don’t because she seems truly pleased with you, and that is all you need to feel content. 

So you give her a bashful smile, your hand rising to gently touch over your cheek, the same spot that was now beginning to properly bruise from the unforgiving slap she had given you. 

The movement is silent and you don’t speak up to confirm nor deny what she had said, but the adoring way you stare up at her is just enough for her to continue on. 

Ellie settles on the bench in between the lockers that she had been sitting on earlier, her legs spread open. She can feel your eyes trailing her every move, just as you had done so many times in the past. She pats her thigh, beckoning you closer but you can tell she isn’t asking you to sit on her lap. 

So you crawl closer, your hands and knees pressing against the icy tile beneath you. Chills rise on your skin but you don’t falter, settling between her thighs after a few seconds. 

You can hear her muttering curses under her breaths as she takes you in, a pitiful girl so willing to bend to her every whim. She clicks her tongue, noticing the way you let your eyes trail down toward what you had been staring at since you first saw her today. 

“Awh, why don’t you give my cock some attention, sweet thing” she suggests, as if it were even an option at this point. It is more of her granting you permission to begin, her hips already rising to help you as you tug her boxers down with her sweats so that you can get what you need so badly. 

“Thank you” you mutter, the words falling from your lips naturally. And as soon as the material is down far enough for her strap to be visible, you can’t help the low whine that leaves your parted lips. 

It’s somehow better than you imagined, the same shade as her skin tone and thick enough that you feel intimidated by the mere sight of it. The tip is a pretty shade of pink that looks all too realistic, your tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip as you take in every last detail. 

“We don’t have all night to waste” she reminds you as you stare, knowing you are in a bit of a dazed state which means you need a few reminders about taking action instead of simply ogling in disbelief. 

“Get it nice n’ wet for me, doll. I’ve been dreamin’ of having those pretty lips wrapped around my cock since I first caught you staring” she confesses, groaning as she watches your hand wrap around the base ever so gently as if she were something sacred. 

All of this feels like a dream, the lights overhead buzzing as you glance up at her one more time to confirm this is what she really wants you to do. When you see the approval you seek out, your head immediately lowers. 

It’s gentle at first, your lips pressing little kisses all the way down the shaft before rising to the tip once more. You finally part your lips for her, never daring to look away from her as you take her further into your mouth. 

You make no effort to hide your desperation to take more, letting your spit coat her cock so it only gets easier for her to push further into your throat. Even if you know there are people right outside these walls, you still gag around her strap and whine whenever it hits the back of your throat. 

Ellie watches more tears take form in the corners of your eyes, your determination to please her making her nearly lightheaded. “Yeah, fuck. Look at you, taking me so well” she praises through clenched teeth, so caught up in the moment that she almost believes she can feel the tight heat of your throat. 

She guides your head further down, her fingers ruthlessly yanking at your hair with every movement. The pain of it only makes you needier, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks. It's hard to breathe, but that is the last thing you care about when you can hear Ellie’s constant praises for letting her use you. 

“I knew you’d look so precious like this but Christ, this is…” she trails off, taking notice of the way your saliva spills from the corners of your mouth and drips down onto your tits and the floor beneath you. “This is just where you’re meant to be” she finally finished her sentence, yanking you back with ease to get a good look at you. 

Your lips are swollen, spit slick and so utterly perfect. She pulls you up just enough so that your face is close to hers, still holding the back of your neck to keep her control over you. She moves slowly now, licking over your plush lips before kissing you properly. 

The way she moves her lips against your own makes you feel seen and loved. It’s all consuming, teeth clashing as she tries to memorize every detail of your warmth. Her tongue slides slowly against yours, her saliva mixing with your own as the two of you melt into one another. 

Ellie pulls you back once she is certain that neither of you will be able to breathe without taking a break, only for her to then use her thumb to pry open your mouth once more so she can spit directly into it. 

“Swallow it” she states simply, her eyes focusing on your throat as you do what she asks of you, her heart finally at ease now that she has proof that there is a piece of her inside you. 

Your heart is soaring, even if your mind can’t yet fully catch up with everything going on. All you know is that this is where you have wanted to be for so long, and that kiss was proof that you truly mean something to her. 

“I love you” 

The words leave your mouth before you can bury them back in your heart, and you are even in shock from your inability to hide your true feelings from her. It is a completely absurd thing to say because this is the first time either of you have properly spoken and you begin to tense up, bracing for rejection. 

But it never comes. 

Instead, she brings your face closer once more and presses a soft kiss to your lips this time. 

“I love you too” she says, her voice a soothing balm to your racing mind. The words aren’t forced or false, only a declaration of the way she felt for you. 

How you end up bent over the bench with her behind you is a mystery to you, your mind so hazy that you can only giggle as you look back to see her kneeling behind you. 

She uses her thumbs to spread you open, her breath fanning against your cunt enough to make you squirm in the slightest. The movement doesn’t make Ellie falter, her lips messily pressing against your sacred place repeatedly. 

“Sweeter than I could’ve imagined” she praises  against your sensitive flesh, making a mess of herself as she lets herself drown in your taste and scent. She knows taking her time right now isn’t the best idea but there was no way she was skipping over getting a taste of you, even if it has to be brief. 

She listens to every breathy moan you let out, finding it adorable that you were doing your best to keep quiet just so that no one would catch the two of you in the act. With one final kiss to your clit, she pulls away to stand back up. 

With ease in every movement, she manages to change your position yet again so that you’re facing the lockers, your hands pressing against the cool metal to keep yourself steady as she pulls your hips back toward her. 

“Can’t really take my time with you tonight, sweetheart. But I promise it’ll feel good if you stay nice n’ relaxed for me. You can do that, can’t you?” she whispers, her lips close to your ear as her chest presses against your back. 

You already know it will be a stretch to fit her without taking her fingers hurt but you nod your head, willing to take what she can give you. 

It is too hard to talk now, your brain useless when Ellie makes it so easy to just let her make every single choice for you. But your silence doesn’t bother her since she can feel you pushing your hips back in search of her cock. 

Her strap is still slick with your spit and your cunt is obscenely sticky from your own juices, so she knows it won’t be too much for you to handle. 

She lines up the tip with your entrance, feeling it catch after grinding herself against you a few times just to get you used to the feeling. “S’ gonna be a big stretch but you can take it” she breathes out as she begins to push her hips forward. 

Nothing could prepare you for the feeling of her strap sinking into you, inch after inch filling you in a way you never thought possible. It aches for a moment or two, making you cry out so suddenly that Ellie has to clamp her hand over your mouth. 

Even if the workers at the front aren’t very attentive, she didn’t want them to have a reason to burst in at this moment. She needs this, and so do you. Keeping you quiet isn’t something she wants to do, but it’s necessary to ensure that she can get you off  before the night ends. 

You have to breathe through your nose, your relentless moans muffled by her strong hand. Your eyes nearly roll back when she bottoms out, the ache dulling slowly as pleasure begins to take over. 

“Taking it so well, dove. S’ all the way in now, n’ you’re pretty pussy is still trying to get me in deeper” she coos, feeling you drool against her hand. 

“Gonna pull out just a bit… and slowlyyyy go back in” she mutters, drawing out her words as she explains her every move to dumb you down further. She is kind enough to give you a few slow thrusts before she begins to revert to her natural way of being. 

Each move of her hips grows messy and forceful, your skin colliding with her own until a wet slapping can be heard throughout the locker room. You can feel your knees beginning to weaken, wanting to collapse under the weight of your own bliss. 

You try to beg her to slow down a bit, that it feels too good, but all your words are incoherent and jumbled against her palm. Ellie knows you’re getting lost in the sensation of it all but she can’t let you go for even a second. 

Instead, she changes her hold once she knows you’re too dumb to form any proper sentences. She wraps her bicep around your neck, putting you in a headlock tight enough to make it easy to keep you upright. And much to her pleasure she finds that your air flow is restricted just enough that you can only let out weak whimpers and gasps as she fucks you within an inch of your life. 

Her strength is shown in the way her arm curls around your neck with such force, the hold she has on you barely needing any real effort from her. She kisses the back of your head as her hips begin to move faster, knowing that you won’t be able to hold back your release much longer. 

“Waited so long to have this, to have you. And I’d do it all over again too. I’d wait outside your window while you sleep, I’d memorize your license plate number, I’d look through your locker… I’d do it all again, all for you” she grunts as she deepens her thrusts. 

You should be terrified to know what she has done these past few months but you aren’t, not even a bit. It's sick, the way you felt proud to be loved in such an invasive way. Never in a million years did you think she would notice you and yet you were now getting far more than that. 

Your vision starts to go hazy and whether it’s from the building pleasure or the lack of oxygen, you are unsure. So you weakly push your hips back to get her to hit that spot within you that makes your entire body tremble. 

It’s all too much, and just enough. 

“I love you, pretty dove. You’re going to be mine, never alone again. This cunt belongs to me and only me, so when I tell you to finish, that’s exactly what you’ll do” she explains, knowing that you’re listening to her even if you’re clinging to consciousness. 

After one more push of her hips, she speaks up. “Cum for me, doll” she finally huffs, granting you the permission you needed to finally let go.

The intensity of your orgasm makes your legs go weak and if Ellie wasn’t holding you in place you certainly would be falling to your knees. You try to say that you love her too, but the words are strangled until they sound like nothing more than weak gasps. 

You feel so full of her, claimed completely and loved beyond all else. Your neglected clit throbs as your cunt clenches around her strap, the ache of it feeling so perfect. 

“Jesus, I can feel you grippin’ me” she scoffs, having to put more effort into pulling out while thrusting because your pussy is clamping down around her like a vice. 

“Your poor little cunt just wants my cum, needs to be filled up till it’s leaking out of you” she adds on, wishing with every fiber of her being that there was a way for her to stuff her own cum inside you to permanently mark you as hers. 

You are unable to form any meaningful reply, only whining when her movements slow while your orgasm finishes fizzling out. It’s even more upsetting when she pulls out completely, leaving you to clench around nothing but air. 

The sadness you feel from the loss of her cock can be felt, and she is quick to chase away that feeling. She releases your neck from her hold, instead using her hands to guide you back to facing her. 

Within seconds of seeing your fucked out and sleepy expression, she embraces you in a suffocating hug. Ellie focuses on how she can feel the warmth of your bare skin, the scent of your love thick in the air surrounding the two of you. 

The contact is enough to make at least part of your mind come back, leaning into her touch to show her that you adore her as much as she adores you. 

“M’ sorry for staring” is all you can whisper, your voice raspy from the extended pressure on your neck but neither of you seem to mind it. The apology makes Ellie smile, finding it cute that even after she had confessed to stalking your every move, you still felt the need to apologize for your own insignificant actions. 

“I know, angel” is all she offers in reply, kissing your lips ever so gently to make it known that she isn’t at all upset with you. 

She helps you put your clothes back on, slipping each clothing item back onto you and even tying your shoes since she doesn’t want her sweet girl having to take on such a daunting task after all that. 

Of course she opens up your locker for you, not needing to ask for the combination since she had figured it out ages ago. How she knew it was a mystery to you but it only proves to you how much she cares about you. 

It is hard to walk out of the locker room, even with Ellie carrying your bag for you and holding your waist to keep you upright. Your head rests on her shoulder as you pass by the front desk, one of the workers muttering a casual goodnight to Ellie which she returns without any sort of hesitation. 

As the cold air hits your skin you press yourself closer to her, needing the warmth she so easily provides. She doesn’t pull away, instead she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and pauses as the two of you stand amidst the dark and quiet parking lot. 

“I should get you home, don’t you think?” she hums, glancing at you with a look you can’t quite read. You still nod, a shy smile on your lips from the idea of having her in your apartment.

Everything feels soft and distant when she is with you, the rest of the world becoming background noise as she buckles your seatbelt for you once you are in the passenger seat of your own car. She turns the key in the ignition, not needing to ask for directions to your place. 

You should be wondering about why you hadn’t seen her truck in the parking lot, but some part of you has accepted that Ellie had planned all of this out.