Willow🎀🩰

abby was in one of her moods today. the kind of moods that sent that muscle in her jaw flexing and turned those pretty eyes into unreadable planes of glass.

things had been tense all day. you’d fucked up in the morning, spoken out of turn, landed yourself a firm slap to your ass. she wasn’t in the best mood with you, to say the least.

and then came dinner. the second abby mentioned she had a ‘guest’ coming, you knew you were in for it.

ellie’s figure filled the doorway like she found ease in the space no matter where she was; sun-worn forearms, hair purposefully messy, jeans scuffed at the knees.

the silence that filled the table as you ate was impossible, thicker than the lump in your throat. the two women sat across from each other with you at the head of the table, the sound of forks scraping on plates shooting straight down your spine.

“i’ll just…uhm..” you cleared your throat awkwardly, scurrying away to grab another drink from the fridge. you brought abby a beer, perching on the edge of your chair. perfect posture: legs crossed, back straight, skirt tucked over your thighs. just the way she liked.

“good girl. least you can get something right.” abby muttered under her breath, earning a short snort from the other girl. “cmon anderson, she just got you a drink. not exactly on her best fucking behaviour, is she?” ellie’s taunt settled low in your gut, the twist of her smirk pulling at the chord of arousal humming discordant over your skin. they were fucking with you, both of them. you were fucked.

you returned to your plate, clearing your throat as you picked at your potatoes, legs swinging as you willed the hot tears of humiliation back. “so els, how was your-“ you started, cut off almost immediately by a low thunk from the table. abby tipped over her beer with a flick of those thick fingers, a flood of amber liquid seeping across the tablecloth, dripping like a metronome onto the linoleum.

you met abby’s eyes, and they were unreadable. “clean it up.” she gestured idly with one hand, the other adjusting the braid in permanent residence at her back.

“oh.” you breathed, almost knocking over the table as you scrambled for kitchen roll. “yes, okay. let me just grab some-“

“no.” ellie’s voice was the one that crossed the kitchen this time, sharp and firm in a way that sent you dizzy. “be a good girl. clean it up with your tongue.”

shame and arousal acted out a fucking tap dance down your spine as you sank to your knees next to the table, exhaling slowly.

“yes, no you’re right. of course, ellie.” you murmured quietly, hands braced against the tile as you dipped your head. your hair spilled over your shoulders, stark against the white of the linoleum as you flicked your tongue out. the beer sent a bitter twinge down your throat, swirling with the humiliation in your gut.

“ain’t that better?” abby drawled, leaning back in her chair as the two girls watched you on your hands and knees. you were a fucking sight like this, listening. obeying. like a pretty little doll for their entertainment. “god abs, you’ve got her well trained. good for you.”

the way they spoke to you like you weren’t even there sent hot spikes of arousal pooling against your panties, the fabric humiliatingly translucent against your folds.

suddenly, a boot came down on your lower back. not hard, no. just enough to force you to arch your spine as you cleaned up the spillage with your tongue. “look at this perfect ass.” abby murmured, nudging your skirt up with the tip of her boot, just enough to expose the curve of your ass for her and ellie’s viewing pleasure. ellie whistled low under her breath, those green eyes sparking with something darker as she leant her elbows on her knees, “bet she marks up real pretty when you spank her, huh?”

you kept going, the embarrassment spilling over into salt down your cheeks as your tongue met the tile again. and then abby’s boot shifted, dragging lower, the tip hooking beneath the see through lace of your panties. “god, she does.” abby muttered, tugging your underwear taut against your folds, just enough to see the way the skin turned that pretty swollen red she loved. “gets so wet so fucking easy, i swear. she’s like a fucking leaky tap, always horny. going to have to get her neutered one day.”

ellie snickered in response, low and rough, before she reached down to slip her fingers into your hair, arching your back in conjunction with abby’s boot. “she’s so pretty.” she mused, almost clinically, “like a little angel.”

and that was when abby’s boot shifted, tearing through the thin fabric of your panties with a sharp thwip. you were on display for both of them, now, cold air throbbing at your pert clit. “such a pretty pussy. i can see why you’re obsessed with her.” ellie exhaled steadily, leaning down to spread your folds with two fingers, “so cute.”

your ears burned as you arched into the contact, thighs squirming as ellie’s fingers prodded and probed at the heated curve of your entrance with abby watching on. “she’s still tight, no matter how much i fuck her.” abby sighed, elbow propped on the back of the chair as her boot pressed heavier against your spine. “go on. test her out.”

the silence echoed for a beat too long, before it was interrupted by a low *schlick* as ellie sunk two long fingers into your pussy. her eyebrows shot up as you cried out, elbows almost buckling to the ground. “fucking hell, abby. she’s sensitive.”

abby just shook her head, bending down to smack the back of her hand against your thigh. “still, bunny. don’t squirm.”

your spine went ramrod straight automatically, even when ellie’s fingers curled deeper, testing the give of your walls. the sound that left your lips when her thumb caressed your clit could only be described as a whimper-wail, a half choked scream that dissolved when she crooked her fingertips just right.

“that’s it, baby.” abby cooed, dripping condescension as she pinched the back of your thigh sharply, “get yourself off on ellie‘s fingers. make a mess of yourself like the little slut you are.”

the combined attention made you go fuzzy, ellie’s skilled fingers and abby’s stonefaced watching. your clammy palms skittered against the tiles as you unraveled, clenching hard around ellie’s fingers, squirt painting her wrist white.

ellie cocked an eyebrow, bringing her fingers up to her mouth. “messy girl. just like you said.” she murmured, licking your slick off her palm.

“uh huh.” abby murmured absently, too distracted by the side of that sweet cream oozing down the backs of your thighs. “just like i said. even for my best friend.”

and you slumped there, sweaty and sticky, hazy and undone between their watchful gazes. abby’s good girl, but maybe a litttleee bit of ellie’s too.

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It makes Ellie chuckle and kiss your forehead lovingly, moving the wand up and down your twitching clit. She rubs your back with her other hand, and only holds it harder against you.

“My sweet babygirl, you can take this, can’t you?”

“I— I don’t know if—”

“Yes, you can,” Ellie cut in, “and you will.”

You whine softly, “o-okay, mommy… b-but my bladder…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mmm..” you sniffle and hide your face in Ellie’s chest, “pee…”

“Yeah? How’s that feel, baby?”

“C-cunnie tingly,” you sniffle.

Ellie smiles, and turns the setting of the vibrator up. It gets intense making your bladder struggle to hold all the piss in. How are you supposed to when Ellie’s cooing praises while moving the toy up and down your sensitive heat?

Eventually, you’re bound to lose control, and the thought of it alone scares you.

Scared of humiliation.

But Ellie doesn’t stop.

“That’s my good girl, holding all that piss in like a big girl, hm? You think you gonna cum first, babygirl? Or are you gonna have a little accident?” She asks, as if she expects you to know the answer.

You don’t. You’re scared.

You trembled, sobbing softly into her shirt and clutching her tighter, “mommy, please… c-can’t pee… not here…”

“Yes, you can, darling. It’s not a big deal if a little slips, y’know? Mommy’s not gonna be mad at you,” she kissed your temple, “come on, love.”

You gasp, a trickle slipping.

You instantly tighten, terrified of more coming out, but the amusement dancing behind Ellie’s green eyes tells you she’s waiting for you to pee yourself. As if it’s her form of sick entertainment— it is.

The way she looks at you alone makes you end up in a little puddle of piss, on your mommy’s lap.

“fine,” you say, not needing much convincing. “just make sure to order extra pineapple on the pizza.”

ellie makes a disgusted face, nose wrinkling. “you’re sick. actually, let’s unpack your stuff, i don’t think you’ll be moving in with me after all.”

“you ass.” you give her a shove, rolling your eyes despite the smile on your face. “shut up, you basically begged me to move in with you.”

“yeah, yeah,” ellie scoffs, though she notably doesn’t deny the accusation. she slips her phone out of her back pocket and pulls up the pizza delivery app. a few clicks later, the order has been placed, and you unravel from ellie’s arms to return to your packing duties. she huffs, following you to a stack of books in one corner of the living room. “i thought we agreed to take a break.” 

“we’ll take a break when the pizza’s here,” you respond, handing her a few paperbacks and gesturing towards an empty box at ellie’s side. she lowers the books into the box, then takes the rest of the pile from your hands to pack up. as you scan the room for something productive to do, ellie tapes up the newly filled box, her eyes flickering over your exhausted frame. excited as she is to live with you, ellie can see that the moving process is taking its toll. you really do need to take a break from packing… and, you know what? she’s got an idea to get you to relax. 

“c’mere,” ellie says suddenly, bringing you out of your internal inventory of the apartment. she crooks a finger at you, beckoning you closer, and when you oblige, she places two steadying hands on your hips. 

“what is it?” you ask, blinking at her.

“have you ever had sex on the floor?”

you let out a surprised laugh. “ellie, what?”

“genuine question,” ellie says. “have you?”

“well, uh… no. i haven’t.”

lips quirking into a smile, ellie asks, “wanna try it?”

and that’s how you end up sprawled out naked on the hardwood floor of your living room, a star wars blanket the only barrier between you and the cold flooring as ellie traces the folds of your cunt with her tongue. 

now that your living room is significantly empty of furniture, there’s a bit of an echo. that’s proven to be unhelpful in stifling the sounds ellie pulls out of you with her mouth between your legs, so every moan that leaves your lips is amplified to an absurd volume - you’re positive your neighbors can hear you getting wrecked. still, ellie’s tongue on your clit is so blindingly good, you can’t help but cry out every time she makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. after a particularly drawn-out, almost pornographic moan, ellie breaks away from her place between your thighs. 

“fuck, you’re loud,” she rasps under her breath. “am i gonna need to use some of that?”

she nods towards the roll of duct tape on the floor beside you, last used to tape up the box of books ellie had packed earlier. 

it’s a joke. you know it’s a joke. 

but the thought of ellie taping your mouth shut to keep you quiet as she fucks you brainless… it stokes a fire in your lower belly, your already-drenched cunt somehow getting wetter.

“el, please,” you murmur, sounding just as needy as you feel. 

she fixates on you with those gorgeous hazel eyes, lust clouding her gaze as she appraises the sight of your naked body splayed out for her, your cunt already shiny with your arousal and her saliva. when she imagines you with that pretty mouth taped shut, letting her fuck you open with her fingers as you moan weakly behind the barrier of the tape, her clit throbs with need. she reaches for the tape, rips off a chunk, and turns toward you with a questioning look.

“you sure?” she asks. her free hand moves to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face. 

you nod your assent, and ellie smothers you with one last searing kiss before she smooths the tape against your mouth. she settles between your legs again, peppering kisses over the supple skin of your inner thighs, and you sink a hand into her hair, scratching gently at her scalp as her mouth moves closer and closer to where you need her most. she presses a chaste kiss to your swollen clit, and that alone has you moaning behind the tape. 

“so sensitive,” ellie murmurs. she kisses your clit again, then laves at the sensitive bud with her tongue to draw another moan from deep in your chest. you tighten your grip on ellie’s hair as she laps at your folds greedily, the filthy, wet sounds of her mouth on your sex making you dizzy. she has you like that for what feels like hours, hands on your hips to hold you in place, face buried between your legs. every swipe of her tongue over your clit leaves you shivering, hips jolting, and ellie moans into the wetness of your cunt every time she feels you clench against her mouth. you’re already hurtling quickly towards the edge, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every motion of ellie’s tongue. when she slips her middle finger into your heat, meeting no resistance, she hisses your name under her breath. 

“fuck,” she grunts. “you’re soaked, baby.”

all you can do is moan in response, the sound muffled by the tape. ellie coos, “shhh, i know. let me take care of you.”

she works a second finger into your entrance, cursing under her breath again as you clench around both of her digits. spurred on by the sensation, she scissors her fingers inside you, stretching you further, and you rock your hips as if to encourage her to move faster. she obliges, quickening the thrusts of her fingers as her mouth returns to your puffy clit. ellie lets a string of saliva dribbles from her mouth to your cunt, and she spreads the glob of spit with her tongue, circling your clit until your moans grow high-pitched and desperate, every sound you make spurring her on. she fucks you with her fingers at a relentless pace, the stretch tantalizing, and her mouth is pure sin as she sucks at your clit, desperate to make you come. 

and when you finally do, it’s with a broken, punched-out moan muffled with tape,  your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you reach your orgasm. your thighs cage ellie’s head between them, her mouth still latched onto your clit as you gush around her fingers, and she fucks you through every last wave of pleasure that washes over you, her brow furrowed in concentration.

when you go limp in her arms, ellie pulls back, fingers leaving the warmth of your cunt. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes on you. 

“this didn’t seem to help much,” she says as she slowly peels the strip of tape from your mouth. “but honestly? that was hot.”

your cheeks burn. ellie grins at the embarrassed look on your face, then kisses you soft and sweet. “i mean it. we should do that again sometime.”

“i’m not opposed to it,” you admit, chewing at the corner of your lip. 

just as ellie moves in for another kiss, there’s a knock at the door. 

“shit, the pizza,” she says, rushing to stand up and scrambling to find her clothes - all she’s got on is a pair of boyshorts. too relaxed to move, you wrap yourself up in the star wars blanket, watching ellie hop to the door as she tries to put on her sweatpants one leg at a time. she fumbles for the cash in her pocket, opens the door, and exchanges pleasantries with the delivery person.

turns out she did not, indeed, order extra pineapple. 

no typical campus buzz today, rather the end-of-week exhaustion settling in. fridays always seem to drag, especially by the end of the year, when freedom is near but not quite near enough.

you've slugged through it long enough, gotten through a quiet class that hardly anyone else showed for, and noon's just hit. you have just enough time to grab a bite to eat before your sorority gathers in the late afternoon.

... ugh.

you'd give anything for a rest this evening, or to be able to support your girlfriend at her soccer practise. it's been a while since you could.

the walk towards the dining hall is more comfortable than usual, no tightly packed crowds to dart through, but still, your face contorts into that of utter disappointment as you swipe your id over the door and step inside.

there is a line.

a line bigger than you have ever seen in this — usually — ghostly place.

"jesus, fuck me gently," you whisper to yourself, clutching your notebook against your chest as you begin the walk to the back of the line. "jus' wanted some food."

everyone else shares the displeasure, judging by the sunken, soulless eyes and heavy frowns that you pass. the chatter echoes off the walls, every word around you blurring into a gradient, easy to tune out but still harsh on the brain.

so when you hear the faintest call of what could be your name, you don't pay it any mind — that is, until you get just a little closer, and hear it again. this time you make out a pretty familiar voice, raspy, curling around each vowel in your name like a miracle.

she stands in the line, a lazy smile on her lips and her hands in the pockets of her jeans.

"ellie!" you give her a bright smile, approaching with a renewed pep in your step. your hand grazes the fabric barrier, clutching it as you eye the girl on the other side. your head snaps back to the front of the line, then the end of it, and you make a pretty hasty decision. "can i get in line with you?"

"what's in it for me?" ellie replies, quirking a brow at you. you fumble over words, batting your lashes like it's the only thing you know how to do anymore, and she chuckles. "yeah you can, pretty girl. i'm messing with you."

"ugh. hold this," you say, handing your notebook across the divider, where ellie quickly slides her hands out from her pockets and takes it for you.

you stretch the divider as far upwards as you can to climb under, drawing a few complaints from the people behind ellie. you don't pay them any mind, you can't, because ellie keeps her back to them and pulls you against her side to share some warmth.

"you are a lifesaver, 'cos i'm on a time crunch and i am starving," you say. your hand gravitates to one of the usual places, the string of her open hoodie, where you fiddle and play. "what's with the line?"

she shrugs, lips curving down. "your guess is as good as mine, angel. what's your time crunch about?"

"another sorority meet," you mumble. "i wanted to come watch practise tonight. i miss vi. and you. and..."

"owhh, whiny girl." ellie grins, and just like that, her hand drops from your waist to the frills along the back of your skirt. your back straightens, filling her open palm with your ass, where goosebumps rise along the skin beneath the fabric. "yeah, we miss you. you're so busy."

"my damn sisters!" you exclaim, pouty lips drawing another laugh from ellie. "just 'cos we're getting closer to the end of year, we have to have all these stupid meetings and organise stuff... like, i'm busy! with college!"

she tuts, shaking her head. "well— are you coming to watch us play on sunday? vi told you? we can't play without our little cheerleader in the bleachers."

"she did," you confirm with a nod. what a strange feeling, the rush of excitement and the endearment fluttering around your body at the mere mention of your girlfriend, all at the very same moment that ellie's sly touches are making your tummy flip. "i wouldn't ever miss a game."

"oh, i trust you," she responds. "it's an important one too. semi-finals."

before you get a word out in reply, ellie grabs you by the back of your neck, turning you forward. "watch the line."

you fill the empty space in front quickly, bashfulness running hot in your cheeks. "you could'a said something sooner."

the line moves up, slow as ever, but the buffet table is within your line of sight now, and ellie speaks up again.

"hey, you wanna get this to-go and find somewhere else to eat?"

that sounded like a good idea to you, so ellie swept you away to her and vi's favourite lunch spot; a secluded place, caged in by hedges and cypress trees, one of the nicer places on campus. not to her surprise, you've requested not to stain your clothes or knees in grass, which led to ellie reluctantly removing her hoodie for you to sit on next to her.

ellie's a great person to be around. of course, your girlfriend must pick good company, and you're the perfect example of that. but ellie is too.

vi swore to you ellie'd take care of you if you needed her to, and she does. maybe it's genuine care, an inherent need to look after the people she knows. or maybe it's that she owes it to her friend for being allowed to do what she's doing right now.

the breeze batters against her now bare arms, one outstretched towards you. her bicep tenses, and as you reapply a layer of shimmering lipgloss you eye the vein leading into her inked forearm. she's rubbing up and down your side, slow and casual, before her hand travels to your chest and squeezes confidently.

you pause before capping your lipgloss and tilt your head to the side, eyes flitting up to ellie's tongue darting over her rising smirk.

"you wanna let your girl know what i'm doing right now, huh?" she says, free hand taking out her phone. you quickly nod, humming in agreement, and she hums back. "mm. that's the rule, isn't it, angel?"

so vi receives a text in the middle of a lecture, the image of greed glaring back at her in the form of your puppy pout, upturned eyebrows, and ellie's hand cupping your left tit.

smellie: look who i ran into :)

fat hands: precious

fat hands: give her a kiss for me

ellie continues her fondling as you take in your surroundings. you watch the trees and how their leaves rock languidly in the wind, a calmness settling over you before her cold rings are on your cheek, turning you eye to eye with her again.

her lips find yours with no time wasted, swallowing your tiny gasp as she scoots closer. she is a taste you've come to love now, a force very different to your girlfriend's. vi's love is clashing teeth and your hair wrapped around her wrist; ellie's kisses are calculated, hands pushing your body into hers, sucking your lower lip.

you begin to crawl onto her when she pulls back, whining lowly at the loss of attention. "ellie—"

"ugh, your stupid lipgloss is so tingly, like— ow, goddamnit." you pout as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and she looks up at you, scoffing. "look at that face. you don't even fuckin' need this plumping shit."

"you guys both don't understand," you argue, narrowing your eyes. "i— mm!"

she kisses you again, steady yet punishing as she pushes you onto her lap. her lips travel, peppering kisses from your chin to your collarbone, and your weak grinding over her thighs draws out a chuckle that stops her from continuing her trail further down.

"if you wanted an excuse to get out of that meeting, there's a perfectly good one right here."

you fall as the backs of your knees hit the edge of ellie's bed, the mattress dipping below your quivering body. she climbs right over you, attached to your neck like a vampire and pinning you down amongst her pillows.

"ah!" you suck in a breath, head falling back as ellie nips the soft skin beneath your jaw. she licks over the spot, but continues, likely leaving a mark that might piss vi off a little. friendly fire, really.

you open up your legs, trying to draw ellie closer and get some of the indulgent friction your cunt aches for — it's as if there's no brains left in you, your pulsating need charging forth and taking over your every move.

a moan escapes you as her lips travel over a particularly tender place, kissing hard over a fading mark vi left mere days ago. you're loud, loud enough to stop ellie.

"god, you are fucking greedy," she mutters. "look at you. happy, aren't you? happy being passed around like a whore?"

your glossy pout turns upside down, a smile full of sheer pride on your face. you're preening. "well yes!" you giggle, sliding your legs around her waist. "vi says my pussy's so pretty she just had to share!"

ellie scoffs, but still, places a last kiss on your cheek. she looks down, fingers sliding up your thighs until they reach your panties. she pulls them to the side, cool air hitting the glistening wet skin.

all that pride vanishes in an instant, a slew of moans and whimpers flying out of your mouth as she glides her fingers through the sticky mess between your legs.

"fuckin' slutty princess," she says in a gravelly voice, glancing up at your half-lidded eyes. "you want me to take 'em off?"

"mhm, yes, yes," you beg, nodding as fast as possible. you don't know when you became so desperate and so greedy, as ellie put it, but you can't stop it.

"awhh, you sound so dumb right now, little miss 'pretty pussy'," she mocks.

as soon as your panties are off, ellie pushes your skirt up before getting down, lying on her stomach. her hands grasp either side of your hips, and she doesn't waste any more time. she dives right in.

"oh god," you whisper, hips bucking into ellie's mouth. she applies some more force, keeping you down, and her tongue laves over your clit with precision. the pleasure's inescapable, dragging out long moans and making your chest heave.

she glares upwards as you start to squirm more and more, soon becoming so restless at every flick of her tongue that she sits up. "get up."

and that mountainous high she was building you to dissipates within seconds.

"h-huh?" you blink, lower lip quivering. "els, i was so close— what do you mean?"

"hands and knees, angel, hurry up."

you take a second to move, shedding your cardigan as you do, and watch ellie reach into her bedside drawer.

ohhhhhhh. right!

you bite your lip as she clips the harness on over her jeans, the sight of her stroking lube over the forest green cock so enticing that you start to leak down your thighs.

and as soon as you feel the head moving through your folds, gathering up more of your juices and catching at your entrance, you mewl, arching your back into her.

ellie grabs your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. "you want it?"

"yes, isn't that fuckin' obvious, i mean—? ellie..." you whine. "stop teasing me!"

her palm meets your ass cheek with a deafening smack, heat spreading across the skin like fire. you let out a dry sob, quietly rambling something about just needing to be filled before she finally gives in.

your folds stretch around her strap as every inch disappears inside you, and your arms start to buckle beneath you already.

it's pure bliss.

she rocks her hips back and forth, a pace building steadily. your mouth hangs open, broken gasps and cries filling the air once she digs her fingertips into your hips and pulls you back into her thrusts.

"so pretty," ellie mumbles to herself, the rippling of your ass egging her on, even after you collapse and your face hits the pillows. "poor girl, you couldn't take it? it's that good? that's okay."

the cruelty of her cock kissing your cervix with every thrust starts to grow tiresome for your trembling body, tears pooling on your lower lashes. soon, they stream down your cheeks.

she slows suddenly, squeezing and groping your ass, and you think she might be giving you a break. you think she might be showing some mercy, until you open your eyes to her phone camera pointed at your ruined face.

"do you wanna say hi to vi, pretty girl? she's gonna watch this..."

"mmh," you whimper, your weak fist uncurling to try and wave. and you open your mouth to speak, only for a shriek to come out as ellie starts pounding into you again.

she laughs, tossing her phone aside after stopping the recording. she focuses, the wet sounds of your cunt clamping around the strap and your unintelligible noises coaxing her to go harder until you snap.

your body tightens, glorious pleasure washing over you. she keeps at it, the feeling of fucking you through your orgasm drawing ellie nearer to the edge as well.

"fuck," she grunts, leaning over you and pressing a soft kiss to your back once it's all said and done. "so good, angel."

light laughter hits your ears, the feeling of warm hands sliding under your body and picking you up. you peel your eyes open and try to rub the crusted mascara out of them, your girlfriend's familiar scent wrapping around you.

"jeez, with the way she acts, it seems like you're only giving her the bare minimum, dude."

you feel vi's chuckle in her chest where you rest your head. "yeah, trust me, she's just an attention whore. don't waste time getting ready, by the way, we're already running late and coach is gonna kill us."

"sure, but that's your fault for getting here late," comes ellie's annoyed reply. "don't let the door hit you on the way out, asshole."

vi carries you out of the room, feeling you begin to stir.

your lollipop crunched between your teeth as sweat trickled down the thick line of her shoulders, red hair curling at her temples in the humidity that you so desperately wanted to tangle your fingers in.

the sound of cleats hitting concrete started you out of the very hyper-realistic daydream of you licking the salt from the dips of her abs. and there she was. your adonis of a girlfriend dripping sweat from the tips of her hair as she leant down to greet you.

‘wassup, baby?’ vi greeted, sharp canine grazing the curve of your earlobe as your nails curved over her shoulder, pink and glittering and perfect against her muscle.

‘mm, hi gorgeous.’ you giggled, pressing a kiss to her golden cheek as you scratched lightly at her shoulder, nails skimming the edges of her tattoo. ‘good practice?’

vi hummed in response, and pulled back to look at you. those taut arms folded over her chest, brow furrowing as her eyes flicked down to the tiny denim skirt that just about skimmed the tops of your thighs. that crooked cupid’s bow curled, just slightly. oh fuck. oops.

‘so what’s my girl doing wearin’ shit like this to come to practice?’ her breath came hot against your cheek as she dragged you upright, palm splaying hot and firm at the base of your spine, turning your knees to jelly at the press of her fingertips. ‘you want the whole team to see those pretty little thighs?’ her voice dropped as her palm slid down, down, nudging beneath your skirt to take a firm handful of your ass and squeeze. ‘you want my teammates oglin’ your ass, hm? is that it?’

you yelped quietly, nose wrinkling as your lips pressed into a glossy pout, nails digging into her shoulder. ‘what? no, baby. ‘s just a pretty skirt, i-‘

you were cut off as she stepped closer, pressing the curve of your spine into the cold metal edge of the bleachers. ‘it’s alright, doll.’ her tone was gravel now, rough and catching at the back of her throat. ‘we both know there isn’t enough room in that pretty little head of yours to care about all my teammates. just ellie. isn’t that right?’

a low gasp caught in your throat, her fingers curling tighter around the swell of your ass, nails pressing in. ‘mmn, no, baby i swear it-‘

vi didn’t exactly give you a chance to answer.

the thick curve of her bicep was already wrapping around the backs of your thighs, hoisting you over her shoulder like you weighed less than a fucking feather. the pure power in the coiling shoulders beneath your stomach made your toes curl in your boots.

‘vi! baby, everyone can see my ass.’ you squealed, clawing at her shoulders as each of her steps sent your skirt riding higher, the curve of your thighs bare to the cold wind whipping at your skin.

‘should’ve thought about that, doll face.’ vi muttered, unbothered as her palm curled around the meat of your thigh, holding you steady and groping at the same time. ‘you wear a tiny skirt like a slut, you get treated like one.’

her strides were heavy as she carried you across the pitch, the snick of her cleats sinking into the grass a warning bell as every step brought her closer to the tiny storage room the soccer team used for gear.

the second the door was shut behind you both, you were being shoved face first into the wall, her chest a solid curve of muscle at your back. ‘baby, not so rough, watch the makeup-‘ you whimpered, but vi was too busy listening to the base impulses rushing to her skull, pawing with those big hands at your ass.

‘yeah? is that what you want?’ she panted, breath hot against the shell of your ear as thick fingers found the waistband of your panties and ripped, ‘you want me to be sweet? treat you like a fuckin’ princess? nah. think you like bein’ my dirty little slut baby. ain’t that right? tell me?’ the slew of filth tumbled from her lips as she pinned you to the wall with a hand between your shoulder blades. ‘fuckin’ tell me, use your words babygirl.’

‘no, mmf, fuck-‘ the whines were already spilling from your throat before you could stop them, ass arched and the stale air of the storage room brushing the soaked curve of your folds.

‘that’s what i fuckin’ thought.’ she muttered, voice hoarse and low with shouting on the pitch, with heady arousal. her palm cracked hard against the curve of your ass, the handprint stinging with the imprint of her rings as she shoved her shorts down the v of her hips.

‘have you had that on the whole practice?’ your neck was craned back, panting as you stared at the familiar leather harness digging into tanned skin, your favourite pretty pink strap bobbing proud between her thighs.

vi just grunted, catching the hem of her jersey to hold between her teeth, voice muffled. ‘makes me play better, baby. makes me think about comin’ back to this perfect cunt. you gonna take it like a good girl for me?’

the stark overhead lights caught the sweat dripping down her abs as she moulded herself to your spine, the blunt head of the strap dragging through your folds, teasing even now. ‘answer me, sweetheart. or you ain’t gettin’ anythin’.’

you gasped for breath, lipgloss smearing against the harsh stone of the wall, chest heaving under the weight of her attention. ‘please, vi. hah, need you so bad baby…’

that got a smile out of her, the cocky tilt of those perfect lips as she arced her hips, shoving the silicone past your entrance in one brutal thrust. ‘such a good little slut for me.’ she cooed, forearm keeping your shoulders in place as her free hand gripped your hip, setting a ruthless pace that had your ass jiggling against the grooves of her abs. ‘you gonna say it?’ the words came close to your ear, low and dripping with filth, ‘gonna tell me what a sweet cocksleeve you are for me? drooling over my strap, hm?’

the words sent you dizzy, the head of the strap grazing your cervix hard enough to make your thighs turn to jelly as drool mingled with your gloss against the wall. ‘s all for you, vi. hah- mmn-, feels so good. can’t-‘

her hips stuttered as the blaring of her phone cut through the chorus of grunts and whimpers and the wet slap of skin and skin.

she cursed under her breath as she fumbled for it, eyes narrowed until she clocked the name of the caller.

‘ayo, dickhead.’ vi laughed, hips driving into you harder, enough to crush your tits firmly against the wall. ‘the fuck is so important you had to call me?’

the voice on the other end was tinny, but unmistakably ellie’s. you couldn’t quite make it out, too busy with the strap drilling into your cunt and the haze turning all your thoughts syrupy slow.

‘yeah, i’m a little busy, man.’ that sharp barking laugh came again, her free hand kneading your ass as she watched it bounce. ‘fuck do you think? yeah i’m with her. don’t get too jealous.’

if you were more coherent you would’ve pulled her up on it. what did she mean? ellie? jealous? but the thoughts faded just as fast as the phone was put on speaker, held close to your lips.

the startled whine that her next thrust wrung from your lips echoed down the line, and vi’s voice twisted gruffly down your spine. ‘doesn’t she sound fuckin’ gorgeous?’ she grunted, holding the phone steady as she spanked your ass harder, the sound sending your walls fluttering around the silicone head of her cock.

ellie’s voice was low, amused, quieter than vi’s but just as interested. ‘fuck, she does. hi pretty girl.’ she cooed, and you could hear her shifting on the other end as vi’s strap sent you cross-eyed. ‘sounds like you’re hurting her, vi.’ she snorted, the sound rattling over the phone. ‘got her squealing like a bunny.’

‘that’s my girl.’ vi grinned, nails biting into your waist as she rolled her hips, wedging her strap deeper in the tight heat of your pussy.

your cry caught on the walls, acrylics scrambling against stone to catch yourself as pearly waves of cum seeped down the pink silicone of the strap, your knees giving out.

vi caught you with an arm around the waist, lips pressing to your temple as she snickered, low and smug. ‘easy, doll. watch those claws.’ she flicked the phone off speaker, bringing it back to her ear as she kept you upright, pulling out with an obscenely loud schlick.

‘yeah, alright smellie.’ she murmured distractedly, too busy wiping your sticky thighs with the hem of her jersey. ‘be there in twenty, grab us a beer yeah? and a coke for my girl. you know she can’t handle her drink. aight, see you in a bit dude.’

vi’s voice was quieter as she hung up, turning you around to check you over. ‘oh baby, your lipsticks fucked.’ she murmured, brushing her thumb slow over the curve of your bottom lip. ‘you good to walk, angel? or did i send you too dumb on my cock, hm?’

you shook your head weakly, arms curling around her neck to pull yourself upright, legs wobbly in your heeled boots. ‘i got it baby.’ you mumbled, wiping the mascara from beneath your eyes with a pout. ‘i told you watch the makeup.’

‘got carried away gorgeous. you can’t blame me for that.’ the famous smirk was back, tilting the corner of her lips as she unbuckled the strap and tossed it into her gym bag, still smeared with the mess of your release. ‘cmon.’ an arm slung low around your waist, proprietary, tugging you into the broad curve of her shoulders. ‘fuckface is waitin’ for us at the raz.’

the raz was the fucking awful dive bar the team insisted on inhabiting after friday night practices, the smell of cheap beer and worse BO making you wrinkle your nose the second a heel crossed the threshold. vi’s hand stayed low on your hip until she spotted ellie and the team, eyes lighting up as she jogged over.

vi clapped ellie on the shoulder, all ballsy bravado as they bumped chests like twelve year old boys.

‘dude, this lighting is doing insane shit for your jawline. have you been on that looksmaxxing bullshit?’ vi’s voice was too loud for the tiny bar, ellie’s answering snort lower than hers.

‘get off me, fat hands. that isn’t a real sentence.’ she punched vi’s shoulder a little too hard, dragging her by the sleeve of her jersey to the team’s booth. ‘also why the fuck are you limping like that?’

‘pulled my hamstring givin’ my girl the best fuck of her life.’ vi gestured you over with a curl of her fingers, those muscled thighs spread wide like she owned every fucking inch of the space. you settled in her lap, smoothing your hands down your skirt as your nose wrinkled. ‘you can be so crude sometimes, violet.’

‘you’re getting old as hell, dude. thought you were a fuckin’ athlete.’ ellie snickered, knocking vi’s shoulder before she leant in, her palm curved over your thigh, squeezing as she kissed your cheek. ‘hi angel, you alright?’

you glanced back at vi, uncertain, but she just smirked, broad palms settling at your hips.

‘i’m good, els.’ you tossed your hair over one shoulder, preening a little in vi’s lap as she squeezed you tighter. ‘someone just decided that she couldn’t keep her hands off me.’

ellie smiled at that, a slow curl of her lips as her eyes dragged from yours to vi’s. ‘can’t blame you.’ she shrugged, long fingers pressing into your thigh. ‘fine fuckin’ piece of real estate right here.’ as if you weren’t even there.

your attention was snagged away by one of their other teammates, natalie, asking you about one of the other girls at Delta Nu. snippets of your girlfriend and her best friend’s conversation filtered through the noise, but you couldn’t quite catch it. something about… rules? photos?

…weird.

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Motherhood had changed your entire world faster than you could have ever understood. One day, your life had been your own. The next, there was a tiny, fragile baby relying on you for everything- food, warmth, comfort, love. The responsibility was overwhelming. Some days, it felt less like love and more like you were being swallowed whole by every new fear and insecurity that came with being a mother.

It had all started during those first grueling weeks when Lin would cry for hours without reprieve. Her sharp wails shattered the quiet of the house and lodged deep beneath your skin. You checked her diaper, made sure she was fed, burped her until your shoulders ached. You were doing everything exactly as you were supposed to. And still, she screamed until her little face flushed a furious red, leaving you helpless in the suffocating echoes of the nursery.

The constant noise and lack of sleep slowly chipped away at you, leaving you hollowed out and raw. You tried everything to soothe your daughter. You held Lin until your arms ached with exhaustion, rocked her until the room blurred around you, and sang every lullaby you could remember until your throat turned hoarse.

Each failed attempt left your nerves frayed thinner, frustration coiling beneath your skin as quiet, bitter tears slipped down your face while lin cried against your chest.

The helplessness became physical, something lodged beneath your ribs that only worsened every time you looked down at the child you loved so fiercely yet still couldn’t seem to comfort.

You began dissecting every part of yourself, spiraling into resentment of your own skin. Some days, you would stand motionless before the mirror in nothing but your underwear, ruthlessly cataloging every change to your body.

The extra weight felt impossible to ignore, the scale had become a bigger enemy than the voices in your head. Pale silver stretch marks tracked across your stomach, littering your once smooth skin in ways you couldn't fathom. If that weren't bad enough your hips had softened and widened. The fullness of your chest left your back sore by the end of each day.

You just didn't feel like yourself anymore.

The woman staring back from the glass looked like a stranger reshaped by a storm you were still trying to survive.

In a desperate attempt to reclaim some small sense of control, you began eating less, skipping meals without fully meaning to, and avoiding every mirror in the house as if your own reflection might wound you further. The emptiness in your stomach felt easier to tolerate than the heaviness in your chest.

And when Toph came home late at night tired, grime of the day still clinging to her clothes and her shoulders still tense from carrying the weight of an entire city, she still reached for you. Trying to bridge the growing distance between you before it became too wide to cross. But each time you pulled away. Not because you didn’t love her, or didn’t crave for her closeness.

The thought of her hands on a body you no longer recognized felt unbearable. She deserved better. You told yourself, you could be better.

You didn't want to burden her. Toph already carried the crushing weight of the precinct on her shoulders while adjusting to life with a newborn. You knew she was exhausted too, stretched thin in ways she rarely admitted. So you chose to retreat inward.

You memorized the exact layout of the house. Mapping out every uneven stone and floorboard that betrayed itself with the smallest creak.

When she was home helping with Lin, you used those silent paths to disappear into empty rooms and dark corners of the house, slipping away before she could notice you were gone. And when the voices in your head grew too loud, sharp with guilt, shame, and self-loathing. You locked yourself inside the bathroom and turned the faucet on, relying on the steady hiss of running water to swallow the sound of your crying.

But silence was never heavier than what Toph could feel through stone.

You could not hide the weary drag of your feet across the cold stone whenever your depression settled so deep into your bones that even breathing felt like pulling against wet earth. And you certainly could never truly hide from Toph.

Every single time you frantically wiped your face, cleared your throat or forced a hollow smile before she stepped through the door, it was done in vain. Toph could feel the sharp impact of your tears striking the floorboards from down the block, each drop sending a heartbreaking shudder through the stone. Through the earth, she tracked the exact second your spirit completely fractured, slumping in total defeat as you stared down at the clothes that no longer fit.

To a woman who experienced the entire world through vibration, your silence rang louder than any scream.

Toph felt it, the absence where you used to be. The way you had begun making yourself smaller, erasing pieces of your own existence until it felt as though you were slipping into a dark, lonely abyss even her hands could not reach and that terrified her. The thought of losing you, slowly, silently, while standing helplessly beside you settled deep in her soul.

She could no longer stomach sitting behind a desk at the precinct while the woman she loved unraveled inside her own skin.

That night, the bedroom door didn’t slam. It clicked shut with a soft, fragile finality that made the air feel smaller, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world.

Toph stood near the entrance of your ensuite, her boots already discarded, bare feet pressed firmly against the stone floor as if grounding herself against the raw tremors vibrating through your body.

There was no hiding now, the distance between you had finally collapsed. Now beneath the sharp reflection of the full-body mirror, you felt unbearably exposed. You looked at her through the glass. Toph’s frame, usually rigid, stubborn, almost impossible to move, seemed slightly bowed. Not broken, but burdened. As though the quiet agony of your suffering had become something physical, a weight even she could not simply shoulder aside.

Her jaw was tight, you watched as her hands flexed once at her sides as if she was uncertain on what to do. For perhaps the first time since you had known her, Toph looked shaken, bent under the gravity of a pain she couldn't bend away.

She didn't storm across the room to break the silence. She moved with rare caution, her bare feet pressing softly into the stone as she tracked the terrified, erratic hammering of your heart against your ribs. She matched her stride to your panic, careful not to frighten you further.

When she reached you, she didn't grab you. She simply leaned her forehead against the space between your shoulder blades, her hands hovering inches from your hips as if touching you too quickly might shatter whatever fragile pieces of you remained.

The warmth of her breath bloomed against your bare skin, a stark contrast to the cold, defensive wall you had built around yourself. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the uneven rhythm of your breathing.

“Please, I can feel you slipping away from me, sweetheart,” She confessed against your skin, the raw admission trembling in the quiet room. Her forehead remained pressed between your shoulder blades, her breath warm and uneven where it ghosted across your back. “And for the first time in my life.” Her voice caught, fragile in a way you had never heard before. “I don’t know what to do.”

The crack in her voice made your heart ache with violent, sudden force.

“You’re trying so hard to make me believe you’re okay.” Her voice lowered, thinner now, frayed by fear and exhaustion. “But the ground beneath your feet is mourning with you.”

Your eyes blurred with tears as she continued.

“You think if you stay quiet enough, you aren’t hurting anyone. But I am drowning out here, sweetheart, because every single day I feel you fading a little more inside this room.” Her voice tightened. “And it is breaking my heart.”

A single scalding tear slipped from Toph’s sightless eyes, trailing slowly down her cheek before falling onto your bare skin. It traced a burning path along the center of your spine, startling in its warmth. The devastating realization that she was crying for you, mourning you while you were still standing in front of her, shattered something deep inside your chest.

“Toph...” Her name broke apart as it left your lips.

Hearing her name made her chest heave sharply against your back. Toph's hands finally closed the remaining distance, her palms pressing flat against the soft curve of your hips with unyielding certainty. Toph didn’t pull away when you flinched. She only held you tighter, her touch careful but firm as she let you feel the grief running through her entire frame.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” Her voice cracked, rough and uneven. Her hands slid upward, spreading across your stomach where you had carried her child. They were shaking with a terrifying vulnerability that made your knees weaken.

“It doesn’t matter where I am in the city, baby,” She whispered. “I can feel the exact second you stand in front of that mirror and hate what you see. I can feel your heart straining just to keep you upright on mornings when getting out of bed feels impossible.”

“It hurts. Spirits, it hurts so much to feel the woman I love fading while I stand there useless. And for the first time in my life.” Her fingers tightened faintly against your waist. “I can’t earthbend you out of this. I don’t know how to fix it. And you won’t tell me what you need.”

A harsh sob tore free from her throat. Her head dropped heavily against your shoulder, her forehead pressing there as her fingers curled into the soft, changed skin of your waist. She held you as if she could somehow press her own strength into your bones, as if she could steady every fracture she had felt forming beneath your silence. Her tears came freely now, warm against your skin. Your own heart was thudding in your chest as you tried to calm your breathing.

“Please,” Toph pleaded against your neck, her voice finally breaking apart completely. “You gave me a family. You gave me Lin. Your body carried our daughter. It built our whole damn world, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt.”

Her arms locked around you fiercely. “Stop punishing yourself for surviving this, Just, let me love you.”

The confession hung in the air between you. You leaned back into her, needing the solid warmth of her chest against your spine to know you were still anchored to the real world. Toph was the only one who could pull you out of this dark place. It had been so long since you felt anything except the weight of your own suffering.

Turning within the tight circle of her embrace you finally faced her. Your hands shook as they rose to cradle her neck, fingertips brushing damp skin and the sharp line of tension in her jaw. Toph’s face was fractured with emotion. Her lips were still parted, wet tear tracks still glistening across her cheeks.

“I'm sorry,” Your own tears finally spilled over as you looked into her eyes. “I'm so sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't want to be a burden-”

Toph pulled you flush against her body with unwavering force. Through her pants, you could feel the unmistakable outline of her desire. It wasn't hardened, but rather a desperate, aching longing pressing against your thighs– a silent plea for you to stay with her in this world, to let her show you exactly how much she still craved you.

Toph slipped her strong arms under your knees and behind your back, lifting you off the cold stone floor in one smooth motion. The sudden weightlessness stole the breath from your lungs, forcing you to wrap your arms tightly around her neck. She held you against her chest, her muscles tight and unbending, refusing to let even a hair's breath of space come between you.

“You're not a burden,” Toph's voice was rough and thick with a fierce, protectiveness as she held you high against her heart. “You are my entire world. Don't you ever think that whatever darkness you're fighting is too much for me. I will hold you up and fight your demons alongside of you for the rest of my life if I have to. Just please don't hide from me anymore.”

She carried you out of the shadows of the ensuite, away from the mirror that had stolen enough of your soul, and toward the warmth and safety of the bed. Her bare feet navigated the floorboards with absolute certainty. When she gently lowered you onto the mattress, she followed instantly, crawling over you with a protective reverence that shut out everything beyond the two of you.

The solid weight of her frame hovered above yours, her forearms bracing her on either side of your head, boxing you into a sanctuary where nothing else could hurt you.

“I've got you,” Toph whispers roughly into the dark, her sightless eyes closed as she lowers her face to yours. “I'm right here, sweetheart. I'm not letting you go.”

Her lips finds yours in a slow, deep kiss that tastes of the salt of your combined tears and her fierce devotion. As her lips move over yours, her calloused hands slide down to the curves of your hips, intentionally grasping at the fullness of them you had tried so hard to hide under loose clothes.

The certainty of her touch is undeniable, breaking through the walls you had spent weeks building. The heat of her mouth against yours forced the chaos in your mind to recede, leaving only the sharp reality of her presence. Her fingers spread wide over your skin, claiming every changed line and soft curve not as a flaw, but as something precious she has been starving to hold.

Even pressed this close, you could still feel the undeniable intensity of her need for you, her hardening length was a reminder that while you had struggled to recognize yourself, Toph’s desire had never wavered.

Her lips left yours, but she didn’t pull away. She lingered there, forehead resting gently against yours for one long shared breath. In the stillness, you felt the steady beat of her heart before Toph moved lower.

With agonizing slowness, she presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to the sharp curve of your jaw. Her movements are entirely deliberate, a silent vow to reclaim every inch of you from the depths of your depression. She moves down the sensitive column of your neck, easing tension from muscles that had stayed tight for far too long.

When her hands slid upward to cup the fullness of your breasts, she felt the sudden hitch in your breath. It was the familiar urge to hide, a sharp flare of shame suddenly overcomes you as they begin to leak milk.

But Toph doesn't pull away. She doesn't flinch or tense up with the disgust your mind had cruelly whispered. She only held you steadier, her thumbs tracing the beads of milk with a reverent tenderness. Toph's palms gently caress the slope of them as you both navigated through the shared vulnerability.

“See?” Toph murmurs, her breath hot against your chest as she leans down to press a worshipful kiss to the damp skin, completely unbothered. “You're feeding our daughter, sweetheart. You're keeping her alive. There is nothing about you right now that isn't absolutely perfect to me.”

Her mouth traces the aching slope of your breasts, tugging the remaining fabric down so she could take them fully into her mouth. Toph circles her tongue over your right breast, tenderly flicking the peaked nipple that was dripping your milk before drawing you softly into her waiting mouth while her calloused palm cups and lifts the other.

Toph continues kissing and sucking your swollen, oversensitive breast with a hunger that makes your eyelids flutter shut. There was no judgment in the way she worshipped you, and no pity in the way she soothes the sensitive skin with her hot tongue. You arched into her mouth as she suctioned her lips around your nipple and began to drink.

Breathy gasps erupted from your lips as Toph had become consumed by a raw, overwhelming hunger so fierce it burned right through your insecurities, replacing your shame with the undeniable reality of how deeply you are desired. Your entire body was buzzing as she attacked your breast with a tenderness only her mouth and hands could ever provide.

“Spirits, Toph… Baby-..” You moaned, your voice breaking as your hips instinctively lift from the mattress to grind into her. “Feels so good, fuck.”

Toph pauses for a moment, her lips hovering over your nipple. She swallows, tasting the rich, sweet warmth of your milk pooling on her tongue. Through your blurred vision, you see the remnants of her consumption glistening on her lips and the sight of her devouring you so completely had to be the sexiest thing you have ever seen.

“You taste so sweet baby,” Toph groans against your nipple as she goes in for another taste, sucking gently. Your fingers tangle in the sheets as the sensation of her mouth against you nearly pushes you over the edge.

Her breath was hot and ragged as she removes her lips and starts drinking from the other. Your moans had only gotten louder as the overstimulation makes your entire body flush with heat.

Toph gently lifts her head, releasing your nipple with a wet pop that sounded loud in the room. She rested her chin on your chest as she purred low and deep in her throat.

“Look at what you’ve done sweet girl. Your body didn't just change, it blossomed into something remarkable to sustain our daughter. This body is sacred to me. I have never craved, admired and loved you more than I do right now.”

“I love you too baby.” You sobbed, the last of your defenses completely shattering as she continues to devour your breast. “Please, Toph.. God, your mouth feels so good against me. Just love me, take all of me, remind me that I'm yours.”

Her hands slid down to your waist, calloused thumbs brushing over the silver stretch marks across your stomach. She followed the path of her fingers with slow, deliberate kisses, each touch reverent enough to make your breath catch. The same lines you had once stared at with bitterness were held now with a tenderness so fierce it nearly undid you.

She pauses, her cheek resting flat against your soft skin as her fingers trace a particularly deep mark near your hip. A low growl leaves her throat, vibrating directly against your core. It was the sound of an absolute, unyielding possession– a declaration that every mark left by your shared child belongs to her just as much as it belongs to you, and she intends to worship every single one of them.

“I can feel them beneath my fingers,” Toph's voice drops lower, warm against your skin as her lips trail along one of the tracks. “They feel like lightning bolts carved right into the stone. You think they're flaws? Baby, to me, they're the map of how you brought Lin to me. They’re smooth, beautiful, and they tell me exactly how strong your body had to be to expand our family.”

She presses a firm, open-mouthed kiss directly over the center of your belly, her tongue swirling against the texture of your skin with a deep, consuming reverence that makes your head snap back against the pillow as you squirm underneath her. The intensity of her worship completely rewrites the shame you felt, replacing it with the electric shock of raw, unfiltered desire.

Toph’s lips leave your stomach, but the heat of her presence remains entirely locked onto you. She shifts her weight, her strong, calloused hands sliding from your waist down to the tops of your thighs, applying a firm, unrelenting pressure that anchors your hips into the mattress.

Through her seismic sense, she felt the sudden flare of heat as the slick current of your arousal now drips down your thighs and onto the sheets. A smirk plays on her lips as she feels the vibrations of your racing heart and pulsing cunt through the mattress.

“That pretty pussy is already dripping for me isn't it?” Toph grunts softly, her fingers resting against the soft flesh of your thighs as she pulls you closer. “Dont worry baby I'm going to take such good care of you, make you cum so hard you wont be able to feel these gorgeous legs for atleast an hour afterwards. Every single inch of you is mine, and I'm going to make sure the love I have for you and this body is never forgotten.”

She hooks her fingers into the soft fabric of your underwear, slowly sliding the material down over your hips and thighs until it pools at your ankles, stripping away the very last barrier between you.

As the fabric falls away, the cool air of the room hits your cunt, but the chill is instantly chased away by the close, radiating heat of Toph's body. Her palms return to your bare hips, her touch solid, steady.

You arch your hips slightly into her, your hands moving up to grip her shoulders as you help pull her shirt off of her. Once she was bare against you, you tangle your fingers into her hair in an attempt to pull her flush against your aching cunt. The movement was an open invitation, a wordless surrender that tells her more than any broken plea could.

“Baby-” You whine, your body chasing the friction as the heat of her cheek against your inner thigh is dangerously close to where you needed her the most. “Please don't make me wait daddy. I've been so good I just want your cock.”

“I know, baby. Daddy's going to take such good care of you.” Toph murmurs, her voice a low, commanding rumble in the quiet of the room. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Even though her own sightless eyes are fixed on your aching core, the sheer authority in her tone makes you immediately obey, your eyes flicker onto her face. She shifts, her strong hands sliding up and down your legs before gripping the back of your thighs and parting them wide so you were completely exposed to her.

She leans in closer, the proximity making your heart race as you focus on the intensity in her expression. The moment her tongue made contact with your slick heat, it sent an electric current through your core. You fell back onto the pillows, no longer able to hold yourself up as the sensation became too much. Her tongue was hot and wet as it dragged slowly up your slit before circling around your clit and flicking it.

Toph's arms curled around your thighs keeping your legs open and your pussy lips spread as she ate you out like it was her last meal. Just the sight of her alone, between your legs, her tongue licking long greedy strokes up your cunt as she pressed her face deeper within your folds was enough to make your thighs shake.

Breathy, encouraging sounds left your parted lips. The pleasure taking over your entire body. You hadn't been touched in so long that you forgot how much you enjoyed the feel of her tongue. You were already so close to unraveling as Toph licked broad, firm strokes, delving deeper into your folds.

She knew exactly what areas to hit that would have you crying out, your thighs tightened around her as she licked her way back up to your clit and sucked, her tongue flicking and swirling around it, relishing the needy groans coming out of you.

Toph’s moans vibrated against your aching cunt as you rutted into her mouth, your legs falling apart as you spread yourself, willing her tongue to go impossibly deeper. She held you in place, curling her tongue as it pushed into your entrance. Your walls flutter as she fucked you slow and deep as you began to ride her face mercilessly.

Every single moan that vibrated between you was like music to Toph's ears. The slick current of your arousal dripped down her chin as the post pregnancy hormones made you wetter than you have ever been in your entire life. The sheets beneath you were already soaked and Toph hasn't even put her cock inside you yet.

Your hands carded in Toph's hair as she licked her way back up to your clit. The obscene sounds of her consumption filled the room mixed with your breathy exhales as she devoured every last drop of your arousal. Your eyes slammed shut as the pressure building in your belly was just too much.

As if she could feel your gaze being pulled away from her, Toph halted, her chin resting on your thigh as she looked up at you.

“Eyes on me,” She ordered, her voice a low, gravelly command that vibrated against your cunt. “I want you to look at me while I worship you. I need you to see it, so you never forget just how much I crave you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you shakily nodded, knowing she couldn't see it. Toph didn't wait for your response, the moment she felt your darkened, lust filled gaze back on her she dove back in, now with a single minded focus to make you come. Toph sucked the tip of your clit, fluctuating between kittens licks and firm strokes as two of her thick fingers entered you and curled.

Your hips lifted off the bed but her muscular arm across your stomach forced you down. Pressing you firmly into the mattress as you flutter around her fingers with each devastating thrust. She was fucking you slowly, there was no rush in the way she brushed against you inner walls, twisting her fingers inside of you. She gave you exactly what you needed with the right amount of pressure. Her thrusts were purposeful and deep as she hit that sensitive spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.

And when you came, it was with a soft cry, tears streamed down your face as your body convulsed and your cunt clenched around her fingers that were curled deep inside of you, stroking that spongy spot that got you every time.

Toph talked you through it, whispered her encouragement and praise for how brave you were and how much she loved you. It was so deeply intimate, and as your body came down from the high, your hunger still wasn't sated. You needed your wife's cock, you needed her to fill you up, make you whole again.

You pulled her up your body, her arms on either side of you as you roughly pulled her down for a deep, sensual kiss as you felt the parts of your spirit that had been broken repair themselves in the reflection of her love.

Toph kisses you messily as her tongue slid into your mouth, licking and sucking on yours as she allowed you to taste your own wetness on her tongue. Your hands slid across her neck, mapping every inch of her build. You dragged your fingers along her shoulders and sides, splaying down her back that was flexing under her touch. Your hands eventually found what they were searching for and slid into her boxers as you gave her hardened cock a gentle squeeze as it pulses in your hand.

“Fuck” Toph mewled, her forehead dropping to yours as you slid her boxes down, allowing her thick cock to spring free. “You have no idea what you're doing to me sweetheart.”

You stroked her cock, fisting it at the tip as your thumb swiped the beads of precum that decorated the slit. Toph hips buckled, she rocked into your hand as you continue to pump her cock that was twitching in your palm.

“I have some idea. I want to take care of you daddy, Only you can fill me up the way I need.” You were basically drooling as her cock responded with a heavy pulse that made Toph groan deep in her throat. “I missed your cock so much, please fuck me baby.”

You gave her one last stroke before guiding her thick veiny cock into your sopping cunt. Your entire body tightened as she entered you slowly inch by inch as her engorged shaft spread you wide. You could feel each twitch of her pulsing cock as your walls hugged the curve of it that was now buried so deep inside of you, you could feel it in your cervix.

Her hands gripped the sheets on either side of your hips as she allowed the burn to settle for you. It had been long, and she wanted to make sure you were okay.

Your hands slammed into her shoulders as another gush of your wetness seeped out of your cunt now that she had bottomed out. Your walls constricted around her cock as Toph groaned deep in her throat.

“Fuck, baby, you're so tight around my cock.” Toph's voice was hoarse as she slowly started to move her hips. “Shit you're clenching around me so hard I can barely move. You've been aching for my cock havent you? This is all you wanted, for me to be buried inside of you, make you feel good.”

“Yes baby needed you cock.” You babbled, your head was strewn back against the pillows, baring your throat to her as she thrust in and out of you. She made you feel so full, Toph's cock was so big that with each drag against your walls you could feel her pulse and twice in time with your flutters as her cock sunk into you with a heavy heat. “You're so fucking deep baby I can feel you everywhere fuck. This pussy is yours.”

She didn't rush, Toph fucked you slow and deep. Coming almost completely out of you to the point you're whining and begging for her fullness again before she thrust back in with more purpose. It was dizzying, how good it felt to be taken by her like this again.

How well Toph knew your body and what areas to hit as she pressed your thighs together and held you in place as she fucked your tight cunt. Her hips stuttered with each drag against your inner walls as you both were approaching a powerful release fast.

“You're fucking me so good baby I'm so close.” You moan as your nails drag along her biceps and down to her wrist that were firmly on the back of your thighs as she sunk deeper into your cunt hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Toph- fuck just like that baby fuck me.”

Every thrust inside you made another wet sound pull from your cunt. Your heated gaze flicked from Toph who was groaning above you to between your slick bodies, watching as her cock disappeared inside of you as more of your creamy slick covered the base with each thrust.

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm approached. You gripped Toph's arms that were holding you firmly in place as she picked up speed, setting a relentless rhythm as she slammed into you repeatedly.

"You're so perfect baby, you're taking me so well can you feel yourself clenching around me baby?" Toph grits out, her hips stuttering as her cock twitches inside of you causing you to cry out. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Toph leans down for a kiss and the angle changes, you can feel her more as she drives into you cunt with renewed purpose. Each deliberate stroke an act of her devotion as she fucked you hard and fast.

“I love you so fucking much baby girl.” She pants against your lips. “Tell me you'll never forget, no matter how hard it gets you'll never doubt how much I love you.”

“Fuck,” You whimper, your nails digging into her arms as she continues thrusting into you with reverence. “I won't baby, I promise just please let me come, make me forget.”

Toph buried her face into the crook of your neck, her arms locking onto the back of your thighs as her thrust became shallow. Toph was giving you everything that she had as she lost herself to the feel of your hot, dripping cunt wrapped around her. The force of each stroke had you sliding up the bed as she fucked you into the mattress with abandon.

Your clawed at her back, as your fingers tugged in her hair. The sounds of your squelching pussy filled the room with your ragged breaths as she repeatedly hit that spongy spot inside of you that pushed you over the edge.

You turn your neck so you could kiss the side of her mouth, needing her to swallow your moans that were growing too loud for a home with a newborn in it. Your lips really couldnt connect fully at this angle but Toph's tongue darted out as you sucked on it.

“Don't stop,” You rasp, your voice a low command that vibrates through her. “Don't you dare stop I’m coming-”

The heels of your feet slammed into her backside as your hips lifted to meet her thrust, your orgasm ripples through you. Your walls clamped down on her cock so hard that it pushed toph over the edge with you. Thick hot ropes of her cum painted your walls that were fluttering around her pulsing cock. You felt the sting of her teeth as Toph bit into the fleshy part of your neck to stifle her own moans as your body convulsed around her from a powerful orgasm that milked her for everything she had.

Her hips slowed, as your nails continued to dig into her. She was drawing out each aftershocks as her warm cum filled you causing a content sigh to break from your throat. You both laid there panting until Toph's cock softened inside you as the last of her cum seeped out of her.

Toph rolled off of you carefully before shifting beside you and pulling you firmly into her arms. Her skin was still damp, and flushed as the lingering heat between you settled into something quieter, heavier. The room smelled of sweat, sex and exhaustion. You were both breathless and in desperate need of sleep and a long shower.

But the second Toph tucked you against her chest, none of that seemed to matter. A powerful rush of emotion hit you so suddenly it nearly hurt. Your fingers curled weakly into her side as she wrapped herself around you, solid and unshakable, one hand moving slowly along your back while her heartbeat thudded steady beneath your ear strong and familiar. The sound of it grounded you in a way nothing else had in weeks.

You couldn't believe how lucky you were to be married to this woman and experience a love like this. No matter how dark your thoughts had become, or how deeply you had begun to resent your own reflection, Toph found a way to make you feel understood.

She didnt brush aside your pain or make you feel foolish for falling apart under the crushing weight of grief, motherhood, and self-hatred. She had stayed beside you through the silence, distance and every tear you swallowed before it could fall.

Tonight, she had loved you with such fierce certainty. Proving that even when you could no longer recognize yourself, she still did. You curled up against her, your throat tightening as tears finally slipped free, hot and endless against her skin. Toph only pulled you closer, resting her chin atop your head while her fingers traced slow, absent circles over your spine, soothing something far deeper than physical hurt.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to believe what she had been trying so desperately to show you. That maybe you weren't ruined. That this changed body was not something to grieve, but something still worthy of softness, care, and love. That even after everything, after the pain, the distance, and the parts of yourself you no longer recognized, you were still someone worth holding onto.

Toph's hands slid upward, gently curling around your chin where it rested against her shoulder, guiding your face back toward hers with quiet insistence. Though her touch was firm, there was nothing harsh in it, only tenderness and that steady care she always seemed to carry for you and now Lin.

Toph leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough for her thumb to brush slowly across the damp skin of your cheek, wiping away the last trace of tears.

“Talk to me,” Toph said, her voice low and warm, her forehead nearly brushing yours. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

The question hit harder than you expected. Not from difficulty, but from the simple fact that the answer didn’t feel trapped beneath pain.

“Good,” You admitted, the honesty settling into your voice with surprising ease. Your fingers curled tighter against her skin as emotion tightened in your throat. “Really good, baby.” A slow breath left you before your expression softened. “And, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was struggling sooner.”

Your eyes lowered briefly before lifting back toward her.

“I kept thinking I could carry it on my own. That if I stayed quiet long enough, I’d figure it out.” Your voice thinned with guilt. “But by the time I realized I couldn’t I was already sinking.”

Toph’s expression changed, something softer pulling at the sharp edges of her face. Her thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching the tear that slipped free before her hand moved to the back of your neck, keeping you close.

“You really thought you had to carry all of that alone?” She asked, her voice rough and laced with hurt.

“You don’t have to do that with me.” Her grip tightened slightly at your waist. “Next time, you talk to me. I don’t care if it’s messy. I don’t care if you’re falling apart.” Her fingers slid along your jaw, slow and certain. “Let me be there.”

“I will, Toph. I swear. ” You promised quickly, lifting your hand to brush your thumb along the corner of her mouth. “It won’t happen again.”

Toph gave a quiet hum, her fingers moving slowly along the curve of your lower back, soothing and familiar.

“I asked Suki and Sokka to take Lin for a few days,” Toph tells you after another long moment. “Just if we want it. You need rest, and we haven’t had time to just be together in a while.”

Her hand paused before sliding back over your skin. “Allow me to pamper you for a little bit, baby. You deserve to be taken care of too.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip as uncertainty twisted low in your chest. It sounded good, sleep, quiet, time to breathe. But the thought of being away from Lin made something ache inside you. You had grown so used to hearing her small sounds from the next room, knowing she was close enough to reach whenever you needed her. Your overactive mind was already listing all the things that could go wrong, and Toph felt the slight jump in your pulse immediately.

“It’s not set in stone,” She assured, gently squeezing your side to ease your worries. “We can visit her whenever you want. She’s still ours, baby. She’d just be spending a few days getting spoiled by her aunt and uncle.”

A reluctant smile pulled at your lips as you leaned further into her touch. “Okay, I can’t promise I won’t beg you to go get her after a day but I’ll try.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.” A small smile crept onto her llips before she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You watched as her head tilted slightly, picking up the familiar rhythm from the next room. “Now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. I can feel her little heartbeat kicking up- she’s about two seconds away from screaming for a bottle.”

This time, the thought of getting up didn’t fill you with dread. Warmth unfurled slowly through your chest, followed by a quiet pull toward your daughter that no longer felt tangled with fear. You knew this didn’t mean everything was suddenly fixed, the pain wouldn’t vanish overnight, and there would still be difficult days waiting for you.

But now, that truth didn’t feel so unbearable. You finally understood something you hadn’t allowed yourself to before. You didn’t have to carry any of it alone. Toph would be beside you through it all and somehow, knowing that felt like enough.

she’d been lapping at your cunt for well over an hour, having pulled two orgasms from you already in that time with the combination of her quick-witted tongue and three of those thick fingers buried inside you. but the flames coiling in your lower belly never fully seemed to extinguish themselves they way they normally would have by now.

“abs,” you mewl, fingers curling into the sweaty hair at the nape of her neck. suddenly unsure of what you need when you your hips jerk away from her skillful tongue.

“tell me what you want, pretty girl,” she rasps, keeping her fingers buried to the hilt inside you as she finally meets your half-lidded gaze from where she lays between your still trembling thighs.

but one perfect curl of her fingers as she adjusts her position has pleasure shooting up your spine, and you answer by rocking your hips down harder onto her fingers, keeping a tight grip on her hair.

“you want my tongue again or—”

you cut her off with a loud and desperate moan, shaking your head as you frantically start fucking yourself back onto her fingers.

“well that’s a first,” she teases, pressing her flushed cheek to your inner thigh and gently nipping the soft flesh there.

her chin is still shining with a mixture of her spit and your arousal, her blonde hair soft and mussed from all your constant tugging. but she’s never looked more effortless gorgeous than she does right in that moment and your immediately clench harder around her fingers.

“fuck, go faster,” you plead.

she leans up on her elbow then, dark blue eyes focused entirely on where her fingers are continuing to disappear inside you. abby spreads her other hand flat against your lower belly, pressing down as she starts pistoning her fingers inside you.

“oh my god,” you practically scream, back arching up off the mattress when you feel the tips of her calloused fingers continue to bully your g-spot.

tears of pure pleasure stream steadily down your cheeks as you come—loud and messy, completely soaking her hand and the tan skin of her forearm.

but abby doesn’t stop fucking you, she merely slows her pace as she leans up and over you to press a sloppy but urgent kiss to your mouth before she murmurs a rough, “fuck, think you can do that again for me, baby?” against your lips.

as much as you loved the days where abby would stand on your porch in all her blue-eyed beauty, ready to sweep you off your feet the minute you ascended the wooden stairs, you were hungry for the ones where she couldn’t wait to get her hands on you. to show you, remind you, exactly who you belonged to.

she’d done it countless times before. pulled you in by the ass instead of the hips and kissed you senseless against the door, then fucked you endlessly on the couch. but tonight was different. your opposite schedules and new position at work meant abby had been seeing less of you these past few days. don’t get her wrong, she couldn’t be more proud of you for your hard work, but fuck if she didn’t miss her wife.

you’re hardly out of the car before abby comes rushing towards you, enveloping you in a strong embrace. you let out a small gasp, dropping your purse back onto the carseat. “abby, honey, what—“

“baby,” abby rasped in response. her large hands snake down to your ass and she pulls you in close, impossibly close, your thighs against the side of the driver’s seat. “fuck, i missed you.”

“i missed you, too,” you said with shaky hands as you framed her cheeks. you can practically feel abby’s need radiating from her, and while her behavior was surprising, it was far from unwelcome. “what’s going—“

“i need you,” abby rasped. she removed a hand from your bottom and guided you away from the door with the other, before closing it and opening the back door on the same side instead. “in.”

you didn’t say anything as you obliged; abby walked you backward and hoisted you onto the backseat, which you’d thankfully just cleaned, and removed your heels with precision. you tilt your head as you watch her, both aroused and a little dizzy from her actions.

“you don’t want to go inside, honey?” you ask. after all, it was only a few steps away.

“no. need you now, dollface,” abby replied as she climbed into the backseat with you, settling between your legs and closing the door behind her.

a few steps too many, apparently.

you only donned a knee-length white dress, shorts, and panties with your heels today, which abby was evidently grateful for as she removed both your bottoms like a woman in heat.

you watched with hungry eyes as she started to undo the belt on her cargo pants, your thighs shaking with need at the prospect of what your wife was about to do to you.

“what if the neighbors see, babe?” you panted.

“let ‘em,” abby said with a smirk. she threw her belt onto the car floor and leaned down to give you a messy kiss. “have to prove you’re mine beyond the ring, don’t i?”

“ah. . .true. . .” you mumbled between kisses to your lips, then jaw, then down your neck. heat thrummed between legs as you clumsily helped abby unzip her cargos, distracted by your hips bucking upwards of their own accord.

“looks like i’m not the only one,” abby teased, pulling her pants and boxers off and letting them pool at her legs. all that was left was the vision of her in a tight tank top, which had you impossibly wetter than you’d been before.

“you can’t go all feral on me and expect me to be normal about it,” you said with mock annoyance, pulling her in by the hips. “sue me.”

abby chuckled and gave one downward grind that had you seeing stars as her pussy made contact with yours. “what can i say? celibacy does a lot to a woman.”

“you’re so- fuck,” you whined between another thrust against your pelvis, “dramatic. only been a few days, babe.”

“a few days too many,” abby said like the fact should have been obvious. she groaned as she hovered over you, shamelessly pulling one of your legs over her shoulder to get a better angle on your pussy before she thrusted into you again.

abby’s clit rubbed against yours this time, and the friction has your back arching off the seat. your hips bucked upwards to meet her every thrust, loud moans slipping past your lips with each tantalizing grind. you pulled impatiently at abby’s shirt, trying to lift it off her head. “take this off.”

“demanding,” abby said with a teasing smirk. she obliged nonetheless, pulling her top off and over her head before putting it into the growing pile of clothes on the car floor.

your wife thankfully didn’t favor wearing bras in general, but especially around the house, so you were met with the immediate vision of her hardened nipples bouncing with every grind into your soaked pussy. your fingers pinched either one without thinking, cupped her breasts, and kneaded them in both hands, pulling a fiery grunt from the back of abby’s throat.

“fuck, just like that, baby,” abby moaned in pleasure.

with summer having started, nights were often between the sixties and seventies in your city, and with your car off, sweat was beginning to trickle down both your body and abby’s. the wet squelch that sounded with each grind into your wife only made the scene more lewd.

abby helped you out of your dress by pulling it over your head seconds later. the temperature in the car was heated in more ways than one, exhilarating, even, and suddenly, you knew exactly why abby couldn’t wait for you to get in the house.

it was so much hotter like this.

abby shifted her hips then. she moved farther down your leg, ceasing your contact with her core simultaneously, which had you whimpering at the loss, until she slipped two fingers inside your aching hole and began to pump them in and out vigorously instead.

“fuck, abby!” you cried at the sudden fullness, driving your hips into her calloused fingers.

“yeah, baby, say my name,” abby groaned. she began to grind against your thigh to replace the friction, chasing her own pleasure.

you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch the show. the synchronous pumping of abby’s fingers inside of you and the vision of her riding your thigh like a woman starved started that familiar pressure in your abdomen, and you felt yourself getting close.

“baby, i’m—” you moaned.

“i know, sweetheart,” abby crooned in response. she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed in quick circles, slowing her grinding against your thigh in order to focus on your climax. “you wanna come for me, dollface?”

“fuck, y- yes,” you whined, though it came out more broken than you’d intended. you couldn’t help yourself, not when you were this close to ecstasy, and one more thrust would push you over the edge.

a few more flicks of abby’s thumb against your clit and you were crying her name, hips bucking relentlessly as you came from the friction, coating her fingers in your essence. the sight had abby twitching against your thigh once again, a ragged “that’s my girl” slipping past her lips as she started to chase her own high again.

still dazed from your orgasm, you grabbed her breasts again with shaky hands, kneading them like you had been before. you held abby’s gaze as she ground her weeping pussy into your thigh, until finally, finally, she came undone with a loud moan, her slick now painting your leg.

in the heat of the moment, like a sudden crash against the shore, your lips found your wife’s in a tangled mess of tongues and teeth. abby had joked about celibacy, but you realized now that that was truly what it felt like going days without sex with her; when you finally got your hands on each other again, it always ended like this, messy and desperate and you had to admit, so fucking sexy.

abby finally pulled away and collapsed on top of you, and the two of you laid there for a moment in a pile of sweat and cum, equal parts exasperated and satisfied from the ecstasy. your nails clawed into abby’s back as she panted into your neck, pressing lazy kisses to the skin there.

when you managed to find your voice, your words came out as a breathy chuckle: “how’s that saying go? going at it like. . .rabbits or whatever?”

“yeah,” abby laughed. “more or less.”

“mhm,” you hummed, rubbing her back. “you’re insatiable.”

“have you looked in the mirror? how could i not be with you as my wife?” abby said, pressing featherlight kisses to your jaw now. she moved as far back as she could then, settling between your thighs and lifting them over her shoulders.

you shuddered at the sudden action, instinctively spreading them to grant her access. “wh- what are you doing?” you asked, though you were sure you already had the answer.

“oh, dollface,” abby smirked up at you. “you thought this was over?”

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the fluorescent lights of velvet vipers buzz like angry hornets overhead as you count crumpled bills in the cramped, glitter-strewn dressing room.

strawberry bubblegum lip gloss smears on your knuckle. the air tastes like stale perfume, cheap beer, and desperation.

outside this sticky haven, life is a minefield: your parents’ icy disdain at sunday dinners, “such a waste of a pretty face, chasing sin, leliani—leliani cheyenne chamberlain, not that trashy stage name”, your golden boy brother’s smug indifference, and michael—michael the manchild, currently blowing up your phone with whiny demands for pizza money because his game controller broke again.

your reflection stares back—platinum curls, exaggerated lashes, hot pink micro-skirt barely covering your ass, the cool metal of your silver nipple barbells pressing against the flimsy sequined bra. a bimbo costume. sometimes it feels like the only armor you have.

later, drowning the taste of your mother’s passive-aggressive grace: “we pray for your soul, dear", in cheap tequila shots at the rusted hinge, you spot her. ellie williams. a storm cloud in a sea of pastel college bros.

ripped black jeans, band tee, that signature hoodie pulled low over intense eyes scanning the room like she’s assessing threats. she’s in your art history lecture. quiet, sharp, radiating a stillness that cuts through the noise.

you’ve felt her gaze sometimes, not leering like the others, but… noting. noticing the fading bruise on your wrist michael grabbed too hard last week? noticing how your smile wobbles? tonight, drowning, you stumble towards her shadowed booth.

“hey,” your voice sounds too high, too bubbly, even to yourself. “ellie, right? art history? mind if i…?” you gesture vaguely at the empty seat opposite her.

she looks up, eyes narrowing slightly. a flicker of surprise, quickly masked. “free country.” her voice is low, rough honey edged with gravel.

southern, but different from the saccharine drawl you’re used to faking. real. you slide in, the vinyl squeaking under your skirt.

silence hangs thick. you fiddle with a cocktail napkin, tearing damp edges. the tequila burns, mixing with the phantom taste of your mother’s dry pot roast. “shitty night,” you finally murmur, the bimbo persona cracking like cheap lacquer.

ellie takes a slow sip of her dark beer. her gaze lands on your hands, trembling slightly. then, deliberately, travels up to meet your eyes. “looks it.” not unkind. just factual. observant. “michael being an asshole again? or the holy rollers?”

the bluntness punches the air out of you. nobody sees like this. tears prickle, hot and humiliating. you nod, unable to speak, looking down at the sticky table.

“yeah,” she says softly. “saw him yelling at you outside the library yesterday. real prince.” a beat. “parents still comparing you to saint mark the perfect?”

a choked laugh escapes you. “always.” you risk a glance. her expression is unreadable, but there’s no pity. just… recognition? “why are you…?” you gesture vaguely at her, at you.

“noticing?” she finishes, a ghost of something—amusement?—touching her lips.

“because you shine like a fucking supernova in that lecture hall, even when you look like you wanna crawl under the desk. especially then. all that glitter trying to hide the cracks.” her boot nudges yours gently under the table. “it’s kinda mesmerizing. and infuriating.”

your breath hitches. heat floods your cheeks, a different kind this time. not shame. something electric, terrifying. you reach for your drink, hand shaking. ellie’s hand—cool, long fingers adorned with chunky silver rings, closes over yours, stilling it.

the contact is a jolt. her skin is surprisingly soft against yours. she doesn’t let go.

“you deserve better than cheap tequila and cheaper men, princess,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. the pet name, usually annoying from others, sounds like a dark promise from her lips. “way better.”

the next few weeks are a slow, aching burn under your skin. stolen glances in lecture turn into hesitant smiles.

ellie starts appearing places. waiting outside the club sometimes when your shift ends absurdly late, just leaning against her bike, offering a silent nod, a cigarette she knows you don’t smoke but accept anyway just to stand near her smoky warmth.

she doesn’t ask about michael, but her jaw tightens whenever he calls. she witnesses another family dinner fallout via tearful phone call from your car afterwards, listening silently until you’re cried out, then offering simple truths: “they’re wrong. you’re strong. fuck ‘em.”

one rain-lashed tuesday night, michael’s tantrum peaks. he throws your favorite glitter heels against the wall when you refuse to skip your late shift to drive him to a friend’s. “you stupid slut! who’s payin’ for this apartment, huh? me!” he shoves you backwards.

you stumble, catching yourself on the kitchen counter, the edge digging into your lower back.

that’s it. the final thread snaps. you grab your soaked coat and keys, ignoring his sputtering rage, and run out into the downpour.

you don’t think. you just drive. your beaten-up car splashes through flooded streets until it stops outside the familiar weathered door of ellie’s off-campus apartment.

your ring the bell, shivering violently, rain plastering your hair to your face, mascara bleeding down your cheeks like inky tears.

the door opens. ellie stands there in faded sweatpants and a worn black tank top, hair messy.

surprise flashes, then immediate concern as she takes in your drowned-rat state, the faint red mark blooming on your arm where you caught the counter. “jesus, fuck. get in here.” she pulls you inside without hesitation.

the warmth hits you like a physical blow. it smells like old books, leather, and coffee.

she leads you to her small bathroom, wordlessly handing you a huge, soft towel.

you peel off your soaked clothes, standing shivering in just your damp lace panties and bra, the cool metal of your nipple piercings stark against flushed skin. ellie returns with an oversized hoodie.

her gaze sweeps over you—not leering, but assessing, cataloging the tremors, the vulnerability, the defiant spark still burning in your eyes despite everything. her own eyes darken.

“did he touch you?” her voice dangerously low.

“shoved me,” you whisper, wrapping the towel tighter. “not… not badly. just… enough.”

ellie steps closer. the space crackles. she reaches out, not touching you, but hovering near your back where the red mark shows. “bastard.” the word is a vow.

then her eyes lift, meeting yours. the intensity is overwhelming. primal. protective. hungry. “been wanting to do this for weeks,” she rasps.

and then she kisses you.

it’s not tentative. it’s claiming. a collision of need and suppressed fury and something deeper, sweeter.

her lips are firm, insistent, moving against yours with a confidence that steals your breath. her hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing away the remnants of rain and tears.

you melt into her, a desperate whimper escaping your throat as your hands fist in the soft fabric of her tank top. she tastes like coffee and smoke and something uniquely ellie – dark, vital, grounding.

her tongue slips past your lips, exploring, demanding a response you give freely, opening for her with a sigh that’s half-sob.

her hands slide down, one arm wrapping possessively around your waist, pulling your half-naked body flush against hers.

you feel the hard planes of her torso through the thin cotton, the surprising strength in her lean frame.

her other hand tangles in your wet hair, angling your head for deeper access.

the kiss deepens, turning feverish, wet, consuming. every point of contact is electric , her thigh pressing between yours, the scrape of her calloused palm against your bare back under the towel, the heat radiating from her skin.

breaking the kiss only long enough to growl “off,” ellie deftly unhooks your bra. it falls away.

your bare breasts are exposed to the humid air of the small bathroom, your pierced nipples already hardened peaks, achingly sensitive.

ellie’s gaze drops, a low sound rumbling in her chest, pure appreciation, primal desire. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” she breathes, her voice thick. she doesn’t hesitate. her head dips, her mouth closing hot and wet over one tight bud.

you cry out, arching into her as her tongue flicks expertly over the cool metal barbell, sending shockwaves straight to your core.

the sensation is incredible, the contrasting coolness of the metal against the searing heat of her mouth, the skillful pressure of her tongue swirling around it, tugging gently with her lips.

she lavishes attention on one piercing, then the other, sucking, nipping lightly with her teeth, making you writhe against her. your hands claw at her shoulders, desperate for anchor as pleasure, sharp and insistent, coils low in your belly.

her hand slides down your stomach, over the curve of your hip, slipping beneath the waistband of your damp panties. her fingers glide effortlessly through your slickness.

“so wet,” she murmurs against your breast, her breath hot on your wet skin. “all for me?” she doesn’t wait for an answer. two fingers slide deep inside you with no preamble, curling upwards expertly.

“ellie!” your gasp is ragged. you buck against her hand, the sudden fullness exquisite. she sets a relentless pace immediately, her fingers pistoning in and out while her thumb finds your clit, circling it with firm, knowing pressure.

all the while, her mouth continues its devastating assault on your nipple piercing, sucking hard on the metal now, sending jolts of almost painful pleasure radiating through you.

the dual sensations – the deep penetration, the focused attention on your hypersensitive nipple, the rough pad of her thumb grinding against your clit – overwhelm your senses completely.

it’s too much, too fast, too intense after weeks of tension and tonight’s raw emotion. the orgasm crashes over you with shocking force.

you scream her name, body bowing violently against hers, trembling uncontrollably as waves of pure ecstasy rip through you.

ellie holds you tight, her fingers buried deep inside you, her mouth still locked on your nipple as you convulse around her hand.

as the tremors subside into shaky aftershocks, she slowly eases her fingers out and lifts her head. her lips are swollen, glistening.

she looks at you, eyes burning with possessiveness and a fierce tenderness that steals what little breath you have left.

gently, she guides you out of your soaked panties and pulls the huge hoodie over your head, enveloping you in her scent, leather, smoke, safety.

she leads you to her narrow bed piled high with dark blankets.

you collapse onto it, boneless. ellie climbs in beside you, pulling you close so your back is flush against her chest, her arm draped protectively over your waist. her lips brush the shell of your ear.

“sleep, princess,” she murmurs, that southern drawl thick with satisfaction and unspoken promise. “he ain’t touchin’ you again. you’re mine now.”

outside, the rain drums steadily on the roof.

inside, wrapped in ellie’s darkness and warmth, for the first time in forever, you feel truly seen. truly safe.

truly wanted. and it’s terrifyingly, exhilaratingly perfect.

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you stared up at her, brows furrowed ever so slightly.

she remained unmoving and studied your face, took in the innocent, cautious look in your eyes although you knew she'd never hurt you, took in the way your lips parted ever so slightly.

"I've been so... stressed."

your breath hitched.

for a moment she looked like she was going to walk away, and then "can I," a breath, "can I do anything to help? I don't like seeing you like this."

her eyes flicked back to yours, and then a silky smooth "yes" left from her mouth. a dangerous kind of acceptance.

"yeah. you can."

you hesitated. "like how?"

"like this." she turned you around and moved you to the kitchen. the marble felt cold against your skin as she pressed your head against it, her dick pressing against your jeans.

"v—vi, I—" you stammered.

"yeah?" a calloused hand carefully slid up your shirt then roughly tore it off of you. you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, and you knew your panties were definitely already soaked.

"you know I'd do anything to help you, calm down, right?" you let out shakily, backing up into her.

"fuck."

and that was how you'd ended up with your knees on the hardwood floor and her cock bruising your mouth.

at some point she'd switched from your lower lips to the plush ones above, tip sliding in and out with every wet thrust she gave.

it wasn't long before she was close, and you were a mess, pressing your thighs together yourself while tears threatened to drop from your waterline.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm gonna, huh, fuck!" vi groaned and seated herself fully in your throat, spurting load after load of her thick white cum into you.

tears streamed from your eyes as you took all of her and her cum, not wasting a single drop.

when she finally loosened her grip on you, you leaned back and gulped in air like you were dying.

a soft, wet slap reverberated throughout the room after vi gently slapped her cock on your face, her pink tip only moistening your features, wet with tears, cum, and saliva, further.

"please," you begged after you'd caught your breath. your head was leaned against her thigh now, and you were looking up at vi with that familiar want in your eyes. after being together for around five years, your facial expressions were a language only the both of you could understand, and right now you were saying "fuck me."

but she knew that.

but she didn't care.

"please what?" she said, feigning obliviousness.

you whined and buried your face further into her muscled leg in embarrassment.

milky white fingers moved to tilt your chin up, and bright, expctant blue-gray eyes met yours.

"come on, you can do it." she reassured you, letting her dick press against your face in hopes of encouraging you to finally just say what you both knew you wanted.

you swallowed, looking off to the side.

"uhm, use me?... please?" she raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to keep going. "I need your cock so bad. I'll be so good f—!"

you yelped as she leaned down and pinned you onto the floor. the cold wood made you shiver, but before you could really pay any attention to the feeling the entirety of her length split your pussy wide open.

you choked up, eyes widening.

"you wanted this, right?" she started thrusting. every movement had her tip kissing your cervix, abusing the soft tissue.

"ah, ah, ah! mhh, vi, I can't take it," you sobbed, voice muffled as she pushed your head against the floor.

"yes you fuckin' can," she wrapped her arms around your torso and started rutting, "and you will. you're gonna, hah, take it all like a good girl, yeah?"

despite her filthy words, vi felt like she was losing her mind. she was exactly where she wanted to be—no, needed to be: balls deep in your pussy. it was so perfect, too: wet, warm, soft, and so fucking tight you were milking her already.

she could only keep up the façade that she'd retained her composure for but so much time, though, so it wasn't long before vi started letting out pitiful whines into the side of your neck, roughly massaging the walls of your heat with her dick. "fuckkk, gonna breed this pussy so full y'feel empty without me. jus' wanna fill you up, baby."

"mmh, yes! wanna make you a—fuck, wanna make you a daddy," you sobbed as vi continued her relentless pace, a little taken aback at the words yourself.

before you could really get embarrassed though, vi was asking for more, slamming her cock into you and grumbling "shit" and "fucking—fuck, say that again. please."

vi's pace quickened, the need to spill into you becoming more and more urgent with each sweet sound that fell from your lips.

"o—oh! I'm—fuck, daddy, I'mcummingI'mcummingI'mc—!"

your whole body tensed and shook as your orgasm took over your entire being, your nails digging angry red trails into vi's upper back. vi fared no better, the rapid yet rhythmic pulsing of your walls sent her right over the edge alongside you, sticky white ribbons of cum spilling into you with each pulse of her cock. you moaned softly as you felt you her pouring into you, breeding you just like you'd wanted. she didn't pull out once the jets of sperm that'd been spewing from her cock finally tapered off, cock staying snug inside you while she panted against your back.