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and he is.

fuck, he is.

“you’re killin’ me,” he rasps against your mouth, voice hoarse and low, breath hot where it fans across your cheek. “can’t even look at you without gettin’ hard.”

you giggle, barely, and he swallows it down with another kiss, wetter this time, messier, dragging the slick from your bottom lip all the way to your chin with his tongue.

“slow down,” you pant, trying to pull back, voice airy and breathless. “i can’t even breathe, toji—”

“don’t need to,” he grunts, hand sliding up to cup the back of your head. “just stay right here, baby. let me kiss you.”

your lips are already swollen, spit-slick and puffy, smeared at the edges from how long he’s been mouthing at them like he’s trying to imprint himself. your thighs twitch where they’re pressed tight around his waist, and he can feel the heat of your cunt through the flimsy cotton shorts you’re wearing. it’s driving him insane.

he wants to ruin you. wants to drag this out until you’re trembling on top of him, crying from how good it feels, from how much you want more.

but he also just wants to kiss you.

and kiss you.

and kiss you again.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he groans, lips dragging down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, mouthing open-mouthed kisses into every inch of your skin. “my girl. my fuckin’ girl.”

his voice sounds wrecked, like he’s been holding this in for hours, maybe days. truth is, he has.

you grind down slightly and his hips jerk up on instinct, cock thick and heavy beneath you, the fabric of his sweats doing nothing to hide how hard he’s been from the second you sat on him. and even now, he doesn’t move to fuck you. doesn’t slip his hand into your shorts. just keeps kissing you as if it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

your eyes are glossy now.

barely focused, blinking dreamily as your body melts further into his lap, every breath puffing out in soft little huffs. your thighs quiver where they’re straddling his hips, your cunt’s soaked through your shorts and pressed flush to the thick line of his cock. it’s so obvious, the heat of it, the wetness— he could swear he feels you pulse when he shifts beneath you.

your forehead’s damp, strands of hair starting to cling to your skin from how warm it’s gotten in the room, or maybe from how long he’s been touching you, mouthing at your jaw, your throat, your cheek, your lips like he’s addicted.

and god, your fucking lips.

toji’s staring again, totally fixated— he can’t help it. they’re so red. so wet. raw at the edges, shiny with both your spit and his, like they’ve been fucked just as thoroughly as your cunt is about to be. and they tremble when you breathe. twitch when you shift. part just barely when you try to speak.

“open your mouth for me,” he instructs, voice rough. “and keep your eyes on mine.”

you do it without thinking, flattening your tongue as your lips parted. and toji lets out the filthiest fucking sound, low in his throat, gaze dark, almost fevered when he leans in and drags his tongue across yours.

your whole body jumps.

he licks slow. deliberate. tongue thick and heavy as he presses it flat and smooth over yours, tracing the underside, dragging it back and forth with obscenely wet sounds filling the air between you. your lashes flutter. your hips buck once, a small gasp leaving you, and toji growls.

“fuck- look at you,” he breathes, eyes flicking up to your face. “so fuckin’ sweet, baby. you gonna cum just from this?”

you don’t answer. can’t. you’re shaking now, thighs clamped tight around his waist as your cunt pulses and clenches over nothing. it’s too much— too filthy, too intimate, too messy.

spit drips from your tongue down your chin, pooling at the corners of your mouth, and toji watches it fall like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. he shifts his hand to your jaw, thumbing at the stretch of your lips, smearing it a little more.

you try to pull back— but he holds you still.

his other hand is splayed over your thigh, squeezing, thumb pressing into the soft inside near your hip. he knows what he’s doing. knows exactly what kind of mess you’re turning into.

“you’re shakin’, baby,” he murmurs, licking into your mouth again. “too much?”

“no—” your voice is barely a whisper, breath stuttering out as he nudges your tongue with his, slower this time, sloppier. “toji, please…”

“please what?” he croons, trailing his mouth along your cheek, all the way up to your ear. “you want more? want me to fuck you right here, just like this? haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already so wet for me.”

his voice is so proud. too proud. and your face burns, heat creeping up your neck as he grinds his hips up against your core, just enough to make you choke on a moan.

his lips find yours again. hungry. greedy. suckling on your bottom lip like it’s his last meal. he shifts under you, pushing his thigh between yours so your soaked cunt has something to rut against, and god— you do.

you start rocking desperately. humping the muscle of his leg like you can’t help it.

and he watches you.

dark, hooded gaze burning into you as he whispers, “that’s it. fuck yourself on me. juuust like that.”

his hand drags up, fingers catching on the hem of your shirt before palming over your tits. your nipple’s already hard, poking through the thin fabric— and he rolls it between his fingers lazily, pinching just enough to make you gasp.

“y’know,” he says between kisses, “you talk like you’re innocent, but look at you now…”

he pauses to kiss you again— long, slow, tongue pushing deep.

“makin’ a mess on my fuckin’ thigh. grindin’ on me like a needy little bitch in heat.”

you whimper. he grins. and then he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip again, tugging, soothing the bite with his tongue.

“you love it when i talk to you like this, don’t you.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer.

because he already knows.

your breathing starts to hitch.

you try to roll your hips harder, grind down and get something, but toji doesn’t let you. his hands clasp firmly around your waist, fingers digging in with bruising force, keeping your pace slow and steady, borderline torturous. his leg still flexed between yours, cock still hard under your soaked core, but he won’t move.

just watches you unravel.

he shifts a little— subtle. enough for the outline of his erection to nudge against the curve of your ass, but not enough to give you the pressure you need. it’s cruel. calculated. every tiny movement he makes is designed to keep you needy. teetering.

“you wanna go faster?” he murmurs, low and smug against your jaw. “too bad, baby. you’re gonna stay just like this.”

you whimper in frustration.

the ache is unbearable now, all heat and no friction. your pussy throbs with every shift of his thigh, your shorts utterly ruined by how wet you are. toji grins against your skin when he feels it— the sticky drag of your cunt trying to hump him through your clothes, and the tremble in your thighs when he doesn’t let you.

you snap.

fingers tangle in his hair and you yank hard.

his head tilts back, throat exposed, and the growl he lets out is guttural— feral. it rumbles from his chest like it’s been clawing to get out, and it only makes your cunt clench tighter. you don’t even think, you just lean in and bite.

his bottom lip, swollen and raw, caught between your teeth. you suck, then bite again, leaving it slick and puffy before switching to the top. you mouth at it, nip and tug, until toji’s breath catches and his tongue pushes against your lips, desperate to be let in.

you smirk.

and let him.

only to suck on it the second it slips past your teeth.

toji shudders. literally. his arms jerk around you, dragging your body flush against his like he can’t bear another second of distance. you’re both pressed together now— chests heaving, thighs locked, mouths devouring, his cock twitching beneath you with zero friction and way too much tension.

“fuck,” he pants into your mouth, voice wrecked. “fuckin’ knew you were nasty.”

you moan in response, tongue swirling around his just like you do when you’re going down on him— when you lick around the head of his cock, slow and teasing, eyes up, lips stretched wide. and from the way toji’s hips jerk up this time, you know he’s thinking about it too.

he leans back, dragging you with him until he’s slouched deep into the couch, your chest pressed against his, thighs spread wide, and your entire weight pushing down onto him.

the second your hips are free. your pace no longer restrained, you start moving again.

grinding. humping. rubbing your soaked pussy up and down the firm swell of his abs, catching on the ridges of his stomach and letting out a moan so obscene toji actually curses.

“jesus christ—” he mutters, watching you rock against him like you don’t care about anything else.

his hands trail down your back, then up under your shirt, dragging the fabric up until his fingers find your tits, already bare, already sensitive. he palms one, kneading the soft flesh lazily before flicking his thumb over your nipple.

you arch into him with a high, broken sound.

but he’s not done.

he pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked on your face, and brings one hand to your cheek— then slips his thumb between your lips.

you don’t hesitate.

you take it. suck it deep, tongue dragging along the pad as you whimper, lashes fluttering, completely gone.

“open wider,” he says quietly.

you do.

his thumb presses deeper, back along your tongue, until your throat tightens and your eyes well with tears. you gag around it, drool slipping past your lips in endless, sticky streams, and toji watches like he’s watching the sun rise.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, “you don’t even know how good you look like this.”

he pulls his thumb out slowly, coating the saliva all over your lips, across your cheeks, your chin— messy and unbothered.

you rut against him harder.

“that feel good?” he teases, dragging the wet thumb down to your throat. “you like when i get you all messy, baby? don’t even know where you’re lookin’. you’re so far gone already.”

you really are.

your fingers are clawing at his shoulders, thighs trembling, face dazed and soaked, cunt throbbing where it presses down again and again, leaving a wet patch on his abs. toji swears he could cum just from watching you do this.

toji should take a picture. he wants to. wants to save this exact image of you— mouth open, tongue flicking out on instinct, lips shiny and swollen, face flushed and slack, like you’ve officially stopped functioning. but he knows if he moves right now, even a little, you’ll whine. complain. maybe even cry.

and god help him, he can’t handle that.

not when you’re riding the edge, writhing on his lap with your cunt absolutely drenched through your shorts. he kisses you again instead— slow and wet, spit getting everywhere. occasionally he switches it out for his thumb, pushing it past your lips, watching you suck it with shaky little moans like your brain’s running on autopilot now.

you feel as if you’re floating.

your pussy aches, hot and puffy and overstimulated from how long he’s been teasing you. the lack of underwear only makes it worse— makes every movement drag raw over the ridges of his abs, every grind smear more slick against him. you try to kiss back, but you’re gone. breath too short, limbs too loose. so you just keep your mouth open, let him do what he wants— licking, biting, spitting, owning every inch of you with his mouth.

your hips stutter, rhythm breaking. your moans are airy, high-pitched, on the verge of breaking into sobs, and that’s how toji knows—

you’re close.

real close.

and he wants it.

he suddenly straightens his back, dragging you up by the hair, angling your face so your hazy eyes meet his. his pupils are blown wide, lips wet and agape, and the look on his face is pure hunger.

“baby,” you gasp, barely able to speak, “i’m- i think—”

“yeah,” he whispers, nodding. “i know. cum for me.”

that’s all it takes.

your body locks up. your mouth drops open on a cry you barely register, and you cum so hard your thighs tremble, your arms give out, your whole body shudders with it. your hips are still moving, but only because toji won’t let you stop, guiding them with his hands in slow, deep grinds that keep the aftershocks rolling.

your brain is static. your limbs jelly. your mouth hangs open again, breathing ragged—

and toji leans in.

lets a fat string of spit fall from his mouth straight into yours.

you gasp, loud and sharp, and he smirks when your thighs twitch violently, body jolting from the oversensitivity. he presses two fingers under your chin and closes your mouth gently, coaxing you to swallow, watching your throat bob with pride practically dripping from his expression.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick. “good girl. swallow it all.”

he doesn’t stop touching you. doesn’t stop whispering things you can barely hear as he lays you gently against his chest, massive arms wrapped around you, thumb stroking up and down your spine. you’re limp, almost dazed out, but you feel safe. floaty. warm.

his dick is throbbing in his sweats— aching, hard as stone— but he ignores it for now. more than content knowing he made you fall apart just from this.

solely just from kissing you.

minutes pass. your breathing steadies. you shift a little, lifting your head off his shoulder and blinking at him, your eyes glassy but clear again.

toji raises a brow.

you pout.

he smirks.

“what?” he says, all fake innocence.

you scowl, slap his chest lightly, then trail your fingers up to your face— poking at your lips with a frown. “you’re a freak,” you mumble, voice hoarse. “my mouth is so fucking sore. i can’t even talk properly.”

“hmm.” toji clears his throat, smug as ever. “well, this freak just made you cum so hard you forgot your own name, so maybe say thank you next time.”

you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. but you don’t deny it.

he grins wider, shifting under you— pressing his cock against your bare pussy once more. “plus,” he drawls, “i think i deserve a little extra for bein’ such a good boy, no?”

you snort. “you’re lucky i’m even still conscious.”

his hips flex on purpose again, and you glare at him, but the twitch between your legs betrays you.

“you’re getting a handjob,” you mutter. “maybe.”

toji’s already nodding. “i’ll take it. gladly.”

your hand slips under the waistband of his sweats.

he groans.

and by the time you’ve got him moaning under your touch, his head thrown back and his voice breaking with every pump of your fist, you’re whispering a promise against his ear—

“shower tomorrow. my turn to ruin you.”

toji swears he’s never been harder in his life.

You watch him work on slotting the two parts together, his large, vascular hands manipulating the delicate plastic with a gentleness that reminded you of yourself––of the restraint he showed when holding you.

He was bigger, after all. So much bigger. All of him.

"There," he says, holding out the expertly joined pieces for you to take. "They fit."

"You forced them."

He looks at the pieces, then to you. "Nah, they fit perfectly. See?" He gestures for you to take them––to see for yourself.

You refuse, unmoving.

He tilts his head. "What's wrong?"

"You're stronger than me."

His lips twitch a little in one corner. "Only a little."

You shake your head, frowning.

"Alright," he says, "Much stronger. Happy?" He asks, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"And bigger."

His eyes drop, analysing, like he hasn't noticed before. Then, a little smile. "Only a little."

You crawl a little closer. Settling on your knees in front of him. "Much bigger."

"Is that right?" he questions, amused.

"Look," you say, holding your palm up for him to meet with his own. His eyes make a slight flick away from your face to your joined hands—to the way his fingers curl over yours comfortably.

"Maybe I just have very… very, large hands," he says as his fingers make a path down your palm to wrap around your wrist. His eyes flick across your face. Then, "Should we check the rest of me, too? Check how much bigger I am?"

He was teasing. Playing. Testing. You could turn around and return to your model, and he'd continue on just as he had before: a calm, warm presence.

Instead, you untuck your legs from beneath you, and keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself onto your back––hair splayed out across the carpet. He’s pulled a little towards you as he refuses to release your wrist, angling down over you.

A pause.

"Alright," he says finally, much like he had when you'd passed him your two difficult plane parts. "Let gege see."

He lifts himself to his knees and shuffles even closer. Then he lifts your legs and arranges them around his waist and hips, slotting himself up against you.

"Hm," he hums, looming over you, blocking out the sun through the window behind him. "You do look very small like this." His hand snakes up your thigh. A smile pulls at his lips. "You'll stay still for me while I check, won't you? You can be good for gege and stay nice and still.”

Despite your nod––a silent promise to obey, to be good––he keeps his grip on your ankle as he works to undo the button at his waistband. Control. You didn’t mind it at all. Control was safe.

And when he shoves his pants down just below his ass, he closes the gap between you again, pressing himself between your thighs.

His movements are slow, precise, like they’d been as he manipulated the tiny little plastic pieces. A hand snaking its way up your calf. His warm palm wrapping around your thigh as his heavy cock, confined in dark briefs, rests against your white cotton underwear.

“See?” you squeak as he rocks his hips once against you. “All of you is bigger. We wouldn’t fit.”

“Wouldn’t fit?” he questions, mocking.

Then, without warning, he hooks his thumb into the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down to free himself. Hard, and a little pink at the tip, it adds to his looming presence over you.

Using one hand to hold your hips slightly off the ground, up against him nice and close, he uses the other to press his cock down against your belly.

His head tilts a little.

“I could make it fit,” he announces, sounding a little distracted, eyes fixed where he measures himself against you. “Would stretch your pretty little hole open,” he says. “Might hurt a little… But you could bite my hand, yeah? You can take it out on gege.”

You shift a little, starting to squirm.

airport patrons whir past you, their vigour leaving behind a slight draught that you shiver from, a crease in your brow as you rub your arms for warmth.

the place is busy. someone's sprinting to a check-in kiosk, others are nervously jittering about security, some are kissing loved ones goodbye. above all this is the miserable voice on the intercom, announcing imminent departures and further stressing those who've arrived too late.

but really, you don't mind. your mother stands beside you, less meek in expression, more tired by the cacophony around you. this is just another day for her; in fact, she can't wait for it to be over.

for you, this kind of day is sought after. there is a calm bliss that's overcome you, excitement simmering beneath it. this was your father's last work trip for a few weeks, just in time for his and your mother's wedding anniversary. they're heading off tomorrow for a sunny vacation.

the house is your own after that point.

past bustling crowds your eyes focus on the exit of the baggage claim. and as soon as you see the familiar flash of deep blue and gold walking out, you pick up in speed, leaving your mother in the dust.

there are obstacles in your way. the crowd, for one, but more importantly, your own father, who assumes he's where you're headed. why wouldn't he?

reluctantly, you meet his hug. warm cashmere scent envelops you, a stubbly kiss on your forehead. you peek over his shoulder as he whispers a greeting, locking onto the valley green eyes that you've been missing.

first officer williams.

ellie's been your father's flight companion for a couple of years now. with so many hours in the air and nothing to do, a tight bond's growth is to be expected. and that led to ellie's introduction to your family, the frequent inclusion of her at gatherings for around a year now.

as soon as you're freed from your father's grip you run to ellie. she meets you halfway, letting go of her suitcase to catch you. you heave a sigh of relief in her arms, and she's softly chuckling at your eagerness.

"hey, bug, careful. y'almost knocked me over!" ellie presses her arm against your back, squeezing tight to stop your attempt to pull away. not that you really want to—you're just hyper-vigilant around your parents.

and being this close, all you wish to do is press your lips to hers, which is not a good temptation to have at this very moment.

"sorry, sorry, i just... was excited."

"yeah, missed me, huh?" ellie grins, patting your back. her voice lowers to a murmur then, words spoken quick and falling undetected by your parents. "i missed you a lot, baby."

you think—know—that if she could, she'd have emphasised the sentiment with a kiss or two. there's silence in the air, space for the action, but you're left hanging with the forbidden nature of your relationship.

"hey, ellie. how're you?" your mother's voice startles you back to the present.

ellie releases you now, but her gaze does not, even while conversing with the others. you stare back, hands fidgeting. you hope she's looking at you with approval of your outfit choice. of course, you had it picked out all week with the hope that it will please her. it's been over a week since you did last see her, and you know when she gets back she's always eyeing you as though she's starving.

so, your offering of this little white dress is serving its exact purpose. low cut neck, skirt flaring out just above mid-thigh. ellie's excellent at pretending she isn't assessing the sliver of skin between your dress and thigh highs, easily maintaining small talk as your group starts the walk to the car.

"how was the flight?" your mother asks.

"same old, nothing special," your dad replies.

you're hanging back, walking alongside ellie. she chimes in, "it's never 'nothing special', come on. the view was especially neat this time. they would've loved to have seen it."

"sure they would, but they wouldn't've liked that turbulence." he gives a gruff laugh as he lifts his suitcase into the trunk of the car, then offers to take ellie's for her.

"it wasn't that bad," ellie mutters, handing over her luggage without complaint. "they could handle it."

"this one couldn't," your dad says, taking his cap and placing it on your head. as you look at him, you already see the gleam in his eye, that wistful look. and like clockwork, he says exactly what you expect. "she's too scared to follow in family footsteps."

you just happen to come from a long line of pilots. so came a lot of contention when you grew and decided not to attend flight school. years of your education were wasted under the pressure to set yourself up for aviation and exceed in physics and maths. at your refusal to attend flight school, your father bargained for something else in the industry, and was unhappy that you wouldn't even consider becoming a stewardess.

he still is. there's a piece of him present right now that's wishing the navy hat on your head was your own, and not his.

you huff softly, shoes scuffing against the road as you take the cap off, fiddling restlessly with it between your hands.

you feel ellie's hand smoothing down your back. "well, i think you'd rather a pilot who's confident in herself than one who doesn't like it."

"well," your father imitates, slamming the trunk closed. "at least she's a sweet girl. that's all i can say without riling myself up."

you look up, lip drawn between your teeth. even ellie's attempt in softening the situation is invalid. in fact, she feels like further insult to injury.

ellie's the daughter he wanted. it makes sense why he's mentored her for so long, welcomed her so eagerly to the family, and why she gets a ride to and from the airport with him. even still, he cannot appreciate both of you at the same time. it's always praise ellie, and tell you to do better.

you do wonder—how would he react if he knew ellie filled his spot in your life? would it be the same? he could celebrate her for not only picking the same career path, but also for picking up his slack, doing his job for him, and guiding you. or would he despise you both? the latter seems the more likely option.

your father is as self-important as they come. yours and ellie's rebellion means his power is dismantled. because what you do know after many years grappling with the uncertainty of your relationship with him, is that he doesn't like being reminded that he must be active in order to be the good father you need. his bare minimum isn't enough, and you've had to run elsewhere for support. and how dare you?

how dare you sit beside ellie in the backseat, let your thighs touch and let her ask if you've been keeping up with college work? how dare your heart flutter when she gives you the push to do what you're most excited about? she's interested, she lets you tell her about it. it's like she really believes in you, and that means everything to someone who's been underestimated for so long.

"i'm exhausted after that one," your dad sighs, rubbing his temples.

your mother, with her eyes on the road, snorts. "good thing you got all night to recuperate before we head off tomorrow, and a hearty dinner waitin' to be eaten."

you turn to ellie, a hopeful smile on your face as you murmur, "are you still coming tomorrow?"

"'course," ellie says with a nod. she grabs your hands to stop you fidgeting, squeezing your fingers. her voice stays low, the words private. "never too tired to look after you, bug."

"good," you whisper. habit tells you to lean your head on her shoulder, but the fear of looking suspicious to your parents stops you. you keep your heavy head up, knowing that if you can get through this night, tomorrow, she's yours to love without hiding.

whenever your parents take a trip out somewhere—and they love to do so often—they feel comfortable in leaving the spare keys to the home in ellie's palm. with your skittish nature, they feel they could never be too careful when leaving you. it's infantilising, yes, but this time it works in your favour.

at the dinner table, you sit across from your mother and father, ellie next to you. your father looks ready to hit the hay, yawning every few moments, but forcing himself to make it through the meal. your mother took it upon herself to make it as a gesture of gratitude to ellie, to have a family dinner of sorts, for her looking out for you. really, you could all do without this, but you don't mind a little extra time with her hand on your thigh.

it's pure adoration in the way that your eyes focus on her lips as she speaks, your face heating up at her raspy chuckles and confident voice. she's ditched the uniform for a crewneck sweater and some jeans, something comfortable after sitting in a suit all day, hair in the same tousled bun she started her day in.

beneath the table, ellie calms your restless leg with her hand, stroking along the goosebumps on your inner thigh. mindlessly you bend to her will, leg inching closer in her direction. only you're very aware of the boring conversation around you, your parents in the seats in front of you. and hell, ellie's probably not even trying to do this to you right now; it's not her fault you love everything she does.

"you okay, bug?" ellie's voice drags you out of thought, her head tilted towards you. her eyes are so gentle, her hand stilling in your lap. "very quiet tonight."

an excuse springs to mind, knowing the truth isn't viable in front of your parents. "oh, i'm just thinking about... some assignment... that's due in the next few days. sorry."

"you're fine," ellie reassures, giving you the kind of soft smile that makes your heart stop. you focus on that, rather than your father, who's crossing his arms. "that's important."

your mother furrows her brows, looking up. "is it stressing you out, sweetie?"

"it's fine, no, really," you stammer. "i'll get it done tonight, probably. it's not that hard."

"tch, payin' thirty-thousand dollars for you to read some books..." your father mutters, shaking his head. "what a waste."

ellie leans forward against the table, her brows furrowed softly. "she's good at her own thing. let her be. your daughter's smart, that's more than a lot of other people could say."

you almost flinch, not because of your father's slight against you, but because of the instinct ellie has to protect you. she has this innate readiness to risk a friendship just so she can ensure that what you hear about yourself isn't negative all the time. it's sweet, selfless, and unabashed.

and she continues: "i'd say your getting your money's worth from that education. she gets everything done on time. she's storing a lot of information in that brain, you know."

"i'm sure," your dad mutters. but really, he doesn't know; maybe if he spoke to you more often, he would see you for the intelligent and kind girl that you are. "i think i'm gonna head up to bed now. been a long day and i've got an early start tomorrow."

you observe a brief flash of annoyance in ellie's eyes. it's something like the defiance you used to feel when you were younger, which has been muted and dulled overtime as you accepted who your father is. she hides the frustration, instead nodding. "mm. i should get home soon."

"what time are you comin' tomorrow, then?" your mother asks her, standing to gather empty plates. your father pushes out of his own seat, too, and ellie retracts her hand from your thigh quickly.

"around the afternoon, maybe," ellie replies, looking up at your parents.

"we won't be seeing you then, we're headed out early," your dad says. quietly, you watch him outstretch a hand to ellie, who casually shakes it. he pats her shoulder. "i'll catch you later."

"take it easy," ellie says with a nod. her gaze falls on you then, sitting with your jaw clenched and wide, meek eyes.

"goodnight, sweetheart," your dad murmurs, rubbing your back. the contact is not unfamiliar, but it feels strange. it always does. it's like letting a distant relative hug you, rather than your own father.

with your mother, it's different. she gives both you and ellie a hug and a kiss on the cheek. but as soon as she has rushed up the stairs to finish packing a few things in her suitcase, you feel ellie's eyes burning you.

"you want to talk about it?"

"no," you whisper, gaze flicking from the floor to her face. you give a tired shrug of your shoulders to appear less bothered. "i just need tomorrow to come as quick as possible."

ellie snorts, checking the staircase behind her before slowly moving towards you. "then you're gonna have to get a good sleep for once, huh? no texting me at three in the morning."

she takes your wrist and starts to guide you. you follow blindly, no protest or question. "that's only when you're working, come on. timezones."

ellie shuts the bathroom door behind you, flicking the lock. "that's not an excuse, darlin'. you know i'm fine, you don't need to worry yourself about whether or not i landed. i always do."

you nod your head to the side, giving her a cheeky grin. "you love it when i worry about you."

"i love the fact that you care, not that you deprive yourself of basic human needs over it," ellie deadpans, hand sliding up your arm and to the back of your neck. she's closer now, your noses a hairsbreadth apart. "do you think you can get that assignment done tonight and also get a healthy amount of sleep?"

you nod, staring at the quirked corner of her lips. all you can think is that she better not leave you waiting until tomorrow for a kiss. "i want to, anyway, because i want the whole weekend about.. us... not my studying."

ellie nods back. "yeah, that's right... but you're not getting sidetracked 'cause of me, are you? you're a smart girl. i want you to do what you love. promise me you'll get it done?"

"i promise." your voice is soft, just above a whisper, and your throat dry suddenly. the flash of pride in her eyes gives you a rush, a hitch in your heartbeat and slight tremor in your hands.

"good girl." ellie smiles fondly, and this time she knows what she's doing when she flusters you. her free hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your lower lip. "pretty."

"oh, kiss me already," you whine, full pout and puppy eyes unlocked. "ellie..."

she chuckles at that, pulling you closer to press a small, chaste kiss against your lips. "alright, baby. you've been waiting all day for that, haven't you?"

"for that? no." your pout only grows bigger, and she dodges you when you try to go for another kiss. "been waiting for all of you. come on..."

"manners," she chastises, eyes trailing down to where your thighs rub together. she almost growls, pushing you back against the counter. "are you wet?"

you're silent this time, lip drawn between your teeth and no resistance at all as she flips your dress up and slides her hand past the waistband of your panties. the damp lace stretches around her hand, fingers sliding through your folds. you suck in a breath, ellie mutters a curse.

"you... you are... so cute," ellie says. she slides her hand out from your panties, your slick oozing between her fingers like honey. she swipes her tongue across her lips, brows raised. "fuck. it really doesn't take much to get you worked up."

"shut up." you tremble, yearning for her hand to return to its home between your thighs. but ellie just leans over and runs it under the tap behind you, killing the hope you had. she makes up for it though, pressing her lips to yours firmly.

"baby, if you can be a good girl and focus on that assignment tonight, i will make this weekend the best ever for you, okay?"

you nod. the promise of a reward rings in your ears. it puts you in a sort of trance, one that stops you from even mithering about the way she's leaving you right now.

"that's my baby girl." ellie smirks, kissing your cheek. "be good for me."

afternoon sun blaring through the windows of your finally silent home, your body resting atop your bed in piles of blankets and stuffies.

your phone buzzes.

ellie: on my way ❤️

finally. it's felt like eternity waiting for this text.

everything's proceeded as planned. you worked diligently on finishing your paper and submitted it before the clock ticked over to midnight. you dreamt of her. you woke early to wish your parents well before they left, and since then, you've waited.

you've thought about what kind of fun the weekend will bring, especially now ellie's framed it like a reward for keeping up with your studies. you've anticipated privacy at last, where her lips can seek yours and she will hold you like only she can.

this wait for midday has been the most gruelling of your life.

with your lover inbound, you drag yourself off the bed for a last minute tidy. you potter around, remaking the bed and correcting any pieces out of place in your bedroom. it doesn't matter, but you want to make the effort anyway.

before long, the door's opening, and in comes ellie, carrying an overnight bag. you run downstairs two steps at a time, right into her open arms as always. despite the tight grip snaking around your waist, it feels like pure freedom.

"hey, babe," she whispers, kissing you gently. she pulls back, glancing around the place with a sly grin. "it's quiet in here, huh? won't be for long."

"oh— oh. well, okay," you say, giggling. no time wasted in getting filthy, that's how ellie operates.

"only if you finished your assignment, though," ellie adds. "you finished that, yeah? because if you didn't, you'll be doing that first."

"yeah, yeah, i did it," you grumble, fingers pinching her sleeve in an attempt at dragging her to the stairs. "come on."

"good. good girl, i'm proud of you." she follows you, of course still lighting up your eyes with sweet praises. "you are going to be the best journalist, you know?"

you duck into your room, closing and locking the door by force of habit. there's nobody here to catch you, but your relationship is so sacred to you that you feel the need to take drastic measures in protecting it.

ellie sits on the bed's edge, and leans down to untie her boots. you watch, head tilted. she notices, glances up and snorts. "what's up?"

"well..?" you vaguely gesture to her, then the bed, then yourself. "what's.. my reward? i did what you asked."

ellie stifles a laugh. "reward? oh, baby. we'll get to that, yeah? we have all weekend."

"but..."

all you ever do is pout. ellie chuckles, seeming to soften at the pitiful look on your face. she sits back against your pillows, patting her thigh. "c'mere. is it so wrong for me to want to hold you?"

"no," you mumble, already crawling into the open space between her legs, head resting on her shoulder. her arms wrap around you and her lips press to your temple.

"that's better," ellie says, sighing contently. "i always miss this the most when i'm away."

you warm, squeezing ellie's waist. "yeah, i... i miss it too, a lot. i feel so safe like this."

"yeah? well good. that's good." she grins, rubbing your back. "you are safe like this. and you get to soak it all up over the next few days."

"yeah..." you hesitate over the next words on the tip of your tongue. "do you think there will be a time where we can be like this more often?"

ellie doesn't seem to hesitate like you do when she replies. "yeah. i want there to be. i like to think i'm gonna keep you safe for the rest of my life."

it's hard to suppress the smile that arises from that. it won't ever be easy for you to reach the place you're discussing. the conversation is too candid, but you're happy to ignore that. "imagine coming back to me of all people after a flight."

"is that supposed to be a bad thing?" ellie murmurs. you can hear the amusement in her tone. "i can't think of anything better."

"hm... i guess not. i would take care of you," you say. "i can make sure you rest. unpack for you while you go to bed... i'll have food on the table if you're hungry. i don't think you'd be all grumpy like my dad is when he gets back, so i'd be happy to."

"oh yeah? you just wait 'till you see me after a red-eye flight, darlin'. i'm pure zombie." she chuckles, starting to squeeze you tighter than ever. "you won't be able to do any of that, i'll be like the cuddle monster. just like this..."

"stop!" you laugh, pushing against her vice grip. "ellie—"

"if you can't accept the cuddle monster then i'll have to rethink these future plans, babe," ellie jokes, loosening her grip, although her hands continue to roam now, unlike before. "all i'm gonna want is to get to bed and snuggle my pretty girl."

a noise elicits from the back of your throat when you feel her cup your ass, taking a gentle squeeze below your skirt. "snuggling? or something else?"

"snuggling, babe," ellie confirms in a low voice. "why?"

"i just— you're—" you stammer, curling your body closer to ellie's the more that her hands begin to feel and grope at your skin. your stomach flips when she gets bolder and squeezes your breast. "els..."

"what's wrong? feels too nice when i touch you like that?"

"mm..."

you start to squirm. ellie plants one hand on your hip to keep you in place, and the other continues to run over every inch of smooth skin she can find. you jump when she noses into your neck, quiet breaths fanning over your collarbone, kisses trailing up towards your jawline.

"you want your reward now, baby?" she whispers.

you nod, turning your head at an awkward angle just to try and kiss her. she hums into it, tongue pressing between your lips. as you move a hand backwards to mess her hair, ellie groans, pushing her hips into your ass.

your every little moan is swallowed up by ellie, overpowered by her own sounds. your fingers tighten around a strand of her hair and she snaps into action, pushing you off her lap and back onto the bed. she cups the back of your head with her hand and lays you on your back, hovering over you.

"c'mere, that's it," she grunts, pushing her hand into your panties and wasting no time in sliding two long fingers into your leaking pussy. she shushes your gasp of pleasure, catching your lips with hers again.

ellie's fingers curl deeper, probing at the silky walls inside you. her thumb finds your clit, circling the puffy nub. every movement is slow and precise, despite how quickly you found yourself in this position. all you can do is keep bucking your hips in the hope that it will relieve some tension.

"oh, you're fuckin' wet, huh?" ellie says, letting out a raspy and strained chuckle. she looks at you, almost astonished, cooing, "look at you whining for me..."

"ellie... ah, it feels so good." you look up, meeting the loving look in her eyes. it's like she's looking at something so precious, sweet, and endearing, the way she watches you right now.

"yeah, i know it does," she replies, smiling down at you. "i can see it."

"'m gonna come," you gasp. "trying not to."

"why?" ellie asks with a scoff. "come, baby girl. it's okay."

"it's t-too soon," you stutter, speaking between hitched breaths and choked moans. you tense every muscle, trying desperately to hold back, even avoiding looking into ellie's affectionate gaze. "i always do this."

"no, it's alright baby." ellie laughs. almost determined now, she tries things she knows you can't resist. she thrusts her fingers even deeper, fighting against the way your cunt squeezes them. "come."

"fuck." you squeak, trying to close your legs—ellie shoves them away with her spare hand and grabs you by the jaw, forcing you to make eye contact. this time you can't hold back, pleasure overtaking your body in waves of trembling shock.

"good girl, there you go," she coaxes, feeling you leak around her fingers. when it's over, and she pulls her hand back out of your panties, she admires the white ring around her knuckles. you watch her lick them clean, hear her hum at the taste. "i want more."

"oh—" your legs start to close and once again, ellie parts them. now she's tearing at your clothes, unzipping your skirt and tossing it to the floor, tugging your panties down without a second glance at the style you'd carefully chosen this morning.

she holds your thighs apart and all but dives in, tongue prodding against your sensitive hole. it's almost completely selfish, how first she laves over your folds, licking up your slick. she works up to your neglected clit, making you mewl. she's focusing too much on the overstimulated area now, sucking and kissing, ignoring your whiny pleas for something more.

your hands grip at the bedding beneath you, head thrown back as ellie purses her lips around your clit. she looks up at you through her lashes, hard eyes focusing on your expression; crumpled up and with quivering lips, body squirming around.

she takes pity, sort of, and decides to give you something more.

three fingers slide into your cunt. you cry out, hands rising to cover your face like protection. "ellie!"

"you can take it darlin', you're a good girl. i know you got this." that's the only consolation ellie offers before she resumes, tongue washing over your pussy carelessly and fingers stretching you open.

you're panting between every moan, gasping for air, as the feeling of burning oversensitivity fades into pleasure once more. it builds up again, that familiar tension in your stomach growing until there's nothing you can do; your body jolts, your vision whites, and now ellie's lapping up every last bit of your release.

"oh, god," you whisper, watching as ellie finally sits up. she mindlessly wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her button up, giving you a wicked grin.

"hungry, baby? we should get somethin' to eat."

"what... are you fucking joking?" you ask, furrowing your brows.

"no." ellie caresses your face, leans in and gives you a soft kiss. "i'll order something in, okay? we'll get some rest and have some dinner."

you barely respond, only sighing and sitting up. "there's no way you're hungry after all you just did," you mutter.

"shush." she snorts, tossing her phone to you. "can you follow some instructions for me?"

your eyes flit between the phone and ellie, and you nod. "yeah."

"i'm gonna wash my hands and get something to clean you up with. choose whatever you feel like. i'll come back and finish ordering."

"okay."

"good girl."

some time later, cleaner and warmer with your face tucked into ellie's chest and takeout settling in your stomach, you think you're finished. she holds you intimately, peppers kisses into your hairline every so often, whispers praises.

you have no idea what else is really coming.

"you've been doing so good for me today," ellie murmurs. she keeps her voice low, all of her touches on your body very light now. "i knew you would. you know you're always really good for me, don't you?"

"i try to be," you reply, warmth blooming in your chest, her praise filling you with pride. it was never often that you received acknowledgement for something you put your efforts into until ellie first walked through the door a year ago.

"yeah..." ellie smiles down at you, squeezing your shoulder. she presses a kiss on top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. "i know. and good girls deserve to be taken care of. they deserve to be kissed and touched... and fucked. they deserve whatever it takes to stop all that overthinking."

"ah.." you swallow thickly, feeling ellie's hand slide further between your thighs. it has its desired effect, the distracting touch and the powerful words making your head feel a little foggier. even the way that you willingly open your body up to her this time shows it.

"i told you i was gonna make this weekend the best ever," ellie says. "i just wanna treat my clever girl now. you want that?"

"yes." you lean closer, holding onto ellie's arm as she gently rubs your clit. it's as though she's just warming you up, trying to get you desperate again, and if that's the case, it won't take much for ellie to get what she desires.

"easy, girl," ellie whispers against your ear. you can hear smugness in her voice, but it's mildly thrown off by you writhing back against her. she stifles a moan, beginning to rock herself up into you. "you wanna be filled again?"

"yes, please, god..." you whine, "need your fingers again."

"not this time, baby girl," she murmurs. "that just isn't enough this time, don't you think? i brought somethin' else for you."

"fuck," you mutter, squeezing ellie's wrist as your brain catches up, the implication of her words hitting you. "your strap?"

"yeah." ellie starts to move you already, sitting you down on the bed. "you want my cock?"

"mmh, yeah." it sounds great to you. you look up, big eyes admiring ellie while she stands, searching for the harness in her bag. "please," you add.

"of course, darlin'." ellie glances up with a reassuring smile. "this is exactly what i mean when i say that you are such a good girl. you deserve this so much."

that praise just goes straight to your head. you're certainly a little more sensitive than you remember being earlier now. softer, lighter, easier.

she undresses and pulls the harness up quickly, practised and comfortable. your eyes fall to the heavy silicone hanging from her hips, and you bite your lip, fighting the urge to tuck your own hand between your legs and ease the throbbing arousal that's waiting for her.

"hands and knees, sweet girl."

you move immediately, waiting in position. ellie stands behind you for a moment, admiring your shiny, wet pussy, before finally she climbs back onto the bed and grabs you by the hips.

"take a deep breath, baby."

you do. it's interrupted with a satisfied moan as ellie pushes in behind you, and she lets out a deep sigh of her own. it's almost like she's finally found peace, she's at home in you, right where she belongs.

it's one long, slow thrust. the toy's not huge, but it's decently sized, still thicker than her fingers and reaching far enough for the tip to kiss your cervix.

no rest. ellie holds your waist tight enough to bruise, drags her hips back, and then roughly drives forward again. the goal is to fuck you stupid, and she's certainly on track with the brutal pace she sets.

you shriek her name with every hard thrust, she pulls your hips back to meet her hips every time, inching deeper and deeper. skin slaps against skin, two sets of moans fill the room, and your arms feel like giving out any second.

"ah, you take me so fucking well, baby," ellie groans. "good girl."

you've strayed from cries of her name to incoherent sounds, even trying to muffle yourself so that you can hear ellie as clearly as possible—that praise only drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

"you're getting close baby, i can tell," ellie rasps, "so am i. you gonna come, babe? show me how much you love my cock."

"mm," you moan, starting to feel your brain turn fuzzier with every passing moment. the strap brushes over your softest spots with precision, blurring your filter, and you can't control your own voice anymore. "daddy, daddy, love it s-so much, 'm so close."

"d— fuckkk, you do, yeah?" ellie lets out a breathy laugh, but her stomach tightens at your weak voice and the title you bestow upon her. "come for daddy."

less than a second later, you fall onto the bed, face stuffed into pillows and sobbing her new title like it's a hymn.

and ellie can't control herself either, now burying all the way in so that the base of the strap nudges against your ass. she comes, collapsing on top of you and rutting as close as she can against you, panting heavy into your ear.

she takes a second to recuperate, then clears her throat and pushes herself up again. "hey, baby. you okay?"

"mmhm." you nod.

ellie nods, giving you a gentle pat on the back. "i'm gonna go get you some water."

"noo, no, don't go, daddy. stay." ellie's every move just about shocks your overstimulated body. and, almost as if the strap is real, it makes you feel so much closer than you ever have been to ellie. "i want you."

you hear a whispered curse from behind, and ellie is struggling not to smile. this? this is too cute.

she'd be evil if she didn't obey.

"alright, i'm here. shh."

ellie does still manoeuvre you so that you're lying on your side. she wraps around you from behind, cheek smushed against your shoulder and hands splayed across your tummy.

laboured breath turns to light huffs, a tender break to calm down—or try to—because you seem to be insatiable today. ellie's doing her best, quietly talking you down from the intensity of it all. you don't seem to want this to end just yet, and ellie's more than okay with that.

she spends some time rubbing gentle circles around your clit. nothing more, nothing less. it's perfect for a while, and you let out tiny whimpers into the pillow under your head.

but then, with such subtlety and slowness that ellie barely notices at first, you start to writhe, fucking yourself back onto her cock.

"fucking hell." ellie sighs.

her hand sinks into the underside of your thigh, hooking it back and over her waist—the change in angle is everything, and it gets you cooing for her again.

"daddyyy," you whimper, drawing out each syllable. your whole bed creaks and rocks against the wall with the way ellie thrusts up into you, each stroke hard and fast and hitting your cervix. she keeps her arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you in place.

"shh, shh, i got you," she says in a wavering voice, "daddy's got you, baby girl."

you let your eyes slip shut, back arching. "s-so close."

"i know, i know, uh, fuck, same." ellie sounds truly almost as wrecked as you now, tired and shaky and full of bliss the more that she ruts into you.

neither of you last much longer. ellie's chasing a high, movements all becoming rough and miscalculated, but what really gets you is the guttural moan she lets out before her efforts give in. she's all but whimpering into your neck, squishing your body in her arms like a snake would its prey.

it has you shivering, coming with a silent scream.

it's like the world's stopped spinning as you come down from the peak, slowly opening your eyes and closing your legs to ease your core—it's beating like a second heartbeat.

"alright baby girl, hey, you with me?"

"yeah," you answer.

"good girl," she says. ellie rubs up and down your side, and finally pulls out. you let her this time. "you need some water now, babe? or just sleepy?"

"oh, um... i don't know," you say shyly. you hear the unbuckling of the harness, and feel the bed dipping below ellie's weight as she sits up.

"that's okay darlin'," ellie coos. "here, just drink a bit of water for me and we'll go to bed. it'll help you reset your breathing a bit."

she fetches you her water bottle from her bag, handing it to you and watching closely while you sip away at it. once you're done, she takes a drink herself, and then untucks your bed.

"c'mon. in."

without a word, you roll into bed properly, and ellie slides in beside you. her lips find your forehead and she lets you snuggle up into her chest, where you close your eyes and focus on the safety.

"goodnight baby. daddy loves you."

your breath fades into an even pace before she finishes her sentence. she knew you were spent, but not that much—she snorts almost silently, looking down at you with nothing but pride. you took it so well, just like she knew you would. you wanted more than she thought, even.

tomorrow, she's testing the limits all over again.

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆'𝒔   𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆   . . .   ౨ৎ  hi hi hi, blowin u a kiss for readin all that filth ! this is one of my fav aus that i've created. i luv pilot!ellie sosososo much, i Need her with a capital N. she is so fine !!! hopefully this makes up for me not writin as much as i wanted to for kinktober :( p.s. i know u came for the smut so sorrie i projected my irl daddy issues into this a lil 2 hard in the beginning. unfortunately daddy issues are just gonna have to be a common theme in m fics from now on bcz that was therapeutic n i've been holding back a lot for a while . . . oops ! ! love you though readers ♡