Holding My Phone W One Hand Rn. Throbbing

holding my phone w one hand rn. throbbing

game for two | bodyguard!abby anderson x reader

summary : bodyguard!abby walking in on you getting changed into the lingerie that you got because it made her feel flustered (find it in these hcs)

warnings : minors dni, filthy smut with dirty talk (atp writing dirty talk is my forte), teasing, cocky!abby and brat to crybaby reader pipeline strikes again <3 (find it in this request), gun play, fear play, daddy kink, mentions of exhibitionism, use of term slut for reader once, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

a/n : also just wanted to go ahead and thank @milllersfae to request the bodyguard!abby hcs that lead to this post mwah ily tons sweetheart <3

You had known. Of course you had known she was the only one home with the maddening silence boring you to death. Maybe it was that boredom that led to this, at least that's what you'd like to make yourself believe. But you know better than to force your thinking into that.

That fucking blush. The tint in her ears when you practically shoved the tiny powder blue lingerie in her direction– that is the real reason behind this. She'd looked so adorable, stammering at her own words like she wasn't feeling the urge to have you wearing it even more than you did. It was evident on her face, the way she'd cleared her throat and avoided eye contact while still being the one holding the paper bag on the way home...all the while aware of the contents inside.

It's only fair she gets a peek. You wondered to yourself with another twirl in front of the mirror, tugging at the thong that did little to cover your ass. The idea of Abby getting a look at it was exciting enough for your thoughts to trail as you considered the right moment to go surprise her. It's probably time for her dinner anyway, she'll be ordering the same shawarma she does on every weekend shift. Maybe you can do it after she's done with it, take your sweet time as she loses her sanity.

"Have yo—"

"Abby!"

Your hands fly in front of your chest as she breaks in without a care in the world, stopping in her tracks when her eyes meet yours through the mirror on your dresser table. Having the plan you plotted for her sake having upset by Abby herself is confusing at first, then embarrassing when you realise she's staring at your body while being rooted to her spot. With a hand dropping to your side, you turn to face her, inhaling sharply as you notice she's still opting to stare at your ass through the mirror instead of meeting your stare.

There isn't the same sense of shame in her eyes that you'd met with in the store earlier. She almost doesn't look like herself, unwavering gaze making you feel flustered instead. Certainly not what you had in mind, but boy does the clench of her jaw make that worth it.

You know the look, have seen it multiple times on other occasions. It's the one she gives you when you're dancing up close to someone at the club, or when you tease her about something insignificant in the car everytime she's the one driving you. It's always been undeniably obvious that Abby cannot stand you being bratty, and this entire...shenanigan was all because you wanted to be a brat. Things don't seem as exciting as they did a minute ago, even though technically you didn't even get to begin to get on the bratty side of it.

"You're– erm, supposed to knock." You mumble, fiddling with the bow resting above your chest. "It's rude to barge in."

"Should be lucky I was the one who saw you like this," She mutters, eyes following your hands. "besides...can't you close the damn door?"

Lucky isn't exactly what you're feeling at the moment. In your mind, you had expected her to go crazy and end up grabbing you by the waist the moment her eyes landed on what you'd planned. Maybe she was more self-contained than you'd thought. And of course she was. How else could she have resisted the hundreds of times you'd practically thrown yourself at her shamelessly? Either Abby was trying her level best to keep her hands to herself or was never really interested.

The latter idea was hurtful, and you did stupid things when you were hurt.

For the next few seconds, everything happened by its own. You just happened to turn and face her before your feet took you to Abby's direction, happened to brush your chest up against her torso until you could see her chest heave enough for the buttons on her tight shirt to come close to popping open, the casual smirk on your face at the change in her composure also just happened to be there. When her fingers wrap around your arm tight enough to make you flinch and come back to senses, you let that happen as well.

"You think you're funny?" Abby asks with gritted teeth. "First the mall, now this? You know what you're doing and it's damn right not amusing to me."

Your smirk didn't falter in spite of the numbing pain in your upper arm causing your eyes to well up. Abby lets go the moment she notices the same and takes a step back, much to your dismay. You couldn't come close to what you wanted and have it taken away from you. It was getting exhausting to think of her as a mirage in your otherwise monotonous life. You needed– no, you deserved the whole deal.

"It is a little funny," You mutter, taking a step forward to close the distance again. "you're always acting like you have this control over me but...I don't know, look at yourself right now."

A muscle visibly ticks in her jaw at your words, her head tilting to the right. Wouldn't take a lot to break her. She probably has way more pent up frustration than you do, with all your relentless teasing. You've never been more grateful about annoying the life out of someone.

"Don't test me, sweetheart." She whispers. "Supposed to be the one protecting you, it wouldn't be nice to have me as a threat."

Threat would be waiting one more minute without her hands on you, not whatever version of it she has in her head. The rest of her doesn't scare you. She's been around long enough for you to know she couldn't hurt you– although you do know she's capable of it as well. The arms...hell, she could crush you between those.

"Tryin' to scare me, Abs?"

You use the nickname that she always gets slightly flustered listening to. The one you have reserved for long drives back home when you're half-drunk and speaking gibberish that shouldn't even matter to her, yet she listens intently. The one you know makes her hand tighten over the steering wheel, knuckles almost turning white if you draw it out long enough for it to be noticeable.

She'd often scold you to call her by her name, argue that you shouldn't even be having this many conversations with her in the first place. Somewhere along you two just realized this arrangement couldn't just stick to her walking around beside you and protecting you from who knows what, you two had something special. And you'd had enough of denial.

This time, she isn't particularly flustered. Which is surprising since you're completely exposed to her tonight, all she has to do is reach out and have a touch for herself. If she doesn't, it's hard to believe you'll be able to control yourself from throwing at her anyway. She's simply standing there with a hand on her hip– and that's when you notice it, the bulge of her gun resting in her pocket. It's the one thing about her that's always reminded you of the power she holds, that she is in fact capable of so much more than you could imagine. You're already taking a step back, your gulp audible enough for her to smirk. It shouldn't be this simple, believing you had the upper hand for one minute but backing off the moment you realise what she can do.

"Someone else looks scared to me," She whispers, her turn to take a step forward. "Is it the gun, baby? What were you saying? I act like I can control you, right?"

You don't have to be asked twice, she's made it clear just through her demeanor that she'll always be the one in control. Even when she's being teased by you– because deep down you too are always aware of the things she could do to you if she wanted.

By the time you've stepped back enough for your butt to hit the nearest wall, she doesn't look as conflicted as the moment she stepped inside your room. You, on the flip side, have never felt more alarmed by her presence. Your heart is thudding loud enough against your chest for it to make you feel dizzy. And when Abby takes two more long strides, she's already towering you. Her height and the strength it held has always agitated you, that combined with the gun are the things that always remind you to know your place. Which right now would be under her intimidating stare, your back feeling cold with sweat against the wall.

"M'sorry, Ab–Abby," You mumble, almost using the previous name again. "jus' wanted to– y'know, get your attention."

"I know," She responds with a sharp inhale. "don't you get tired of acting like a goddamn slut for me all day, baby? What's with that look? It's true."

You hadn't expected her to be so straightforward with her response. The bitterness in her tone makes you straighten up, although she's still caging you. One hand comes flying to your right, landing with a smack against the wall right next to your face. Your gasp of surprise makes her chuckle, and now you're left feeling stupid for having taken things too far. She couldn't hurt you, no. But she'll enjoy reminding you of it until it's engraved in your head.

"Feel that?"

You shake like a leaf when she leans her body to press you further into the wall. You're so dazed by her body pressing against your almost exposed one that you don't even register her words for a second. Abby hums again and you're brought back to reality, feeling the weight of her pistol in the fabric of her pants right against your hip. The metal is slightly cold despite being covered, you can catch the glimpse of it's grip peeking out. Not an appealing sight.

Noticing your discomfort, she pulls away from your body without withdrawing her hand from the wall. That's somehow worse, to be so close and not even get touched by her. If all that isn't enough, your eyes widen when her other hand makes it's way down her pocket to pull your terrifying enemy out and leaves it exposed. Wide eyes stare at the pistol in fear and confusion as you wait for her to put it aside but Abby only rubs a thumb over it's grip, practically caressing it like a lover's cheek.

"Abby, what sort of joke is that– keep the gun aside, I don't—"

"Don't lecture me about jokes," She barks. "you thought it was funny I was tryin' to keep my control. That didn't work out well now, did it?"

You shake your head at the rhetorical question, trembling as the gun finds your cheek. A scratchy sound from the back of your throat leaves your mouth. The urge to grab hold of her hand is strong but you've seen enough shows about how that situation could go wrong, it'd be better to let her do her thing. It's Abby, you repeat in your head, she could never hurt you.

The metal is still just as cold, you get a whiff of gunpowder once the muzzle comes to rest against your chin and she raises your head up to meet her dark gaze. You flinch when she taps you with it, gasping and averting your gaze behind her head. One wrong move and anything could go terribly wrong. Does she even have any safety lock on?

"That sound," She mumbles thoughtfully. "You make it when you touch yourself shamelessly at night, thinkin' I don't hear you. Wait, no. You do it because you know I can hear you."

Your chest feels heavy in realization. It felt too good in the heat of the moment to matter what she heard. Also, the prospect of her getting turned on by the sounds forced you to keep going. Now, it is only adding on to your fear. You notice the veins on the back of her hand as she grips the pistol hard, now bringing it to your lips and staring at your mouth as if in deep thought.

With a smirk, her other hand leaves the wall to rest against your exposed waist. Abby's thumb is rough in contrast to the skin, doodling figures you can't make out owing to your flustered state. Despite all the fear, you realise the pit in your lower abdomen keeps aching with every passing second. She's touching you now, you dreamed so many nights for a time like this. Not in this exact manner, but it's still Abby and her warm hands. Doesn't matter the other one is holding a gun next to your mouth, you've still managed to get drenched in front of her, because of her.

"Abby, we can let it go n—"

"Shut up," She snarles, gripping your waist tighter. "fucking hell. If I couldn't assume how soaked you are, I'd have fucked that mouth shut with my gun."

You heave a sigh of relief when she takes the gun away from your mouth. It's going to be fine. She'll give you a hard time over getting wet in a situation like this but it's alright. You have it coming for the amount of times you've teased her. It can't get any worse than this. It just can't. It almost feels like you're convincing yourself, because the...determined look in her eyes is doing nothing to relieve your tension.

She's enjoying the fear in your eyes. Her eyes are practically glinting when she reaches into her pocket to grab a tattered piece of cloth and cleans her gun up in front of you, looking down for just a second before she stares at you again. Weird timing to be doing that but you don't complain, the ache between your legs is distracting enough already.

"Get on the bed."

She grunts, taking a step back to give you room. You should complain, argue or at least question what she has in mind. But you're walking towards it blindly, following her order within seconds. You want to convince yourself it's the fear doing this, but you know better. It's the stare. It's the intimidating stare and the numerous ideas it's caused to cloud into your head. Not a single decent one at that.

The mattress dips as you take an uncomfortable seat. It's not everyday you're sitting in lingerie in front of your own bodyguard. Your legs unconsciously raise higher as Abby steps in your direction, calves now tucked under your thighs as you rest your palms over your thighs. It makes you feel strangely obedient, like she's turned you that way just out of fear.

Your back hits the headboard, legs giving away and parting as she skilfully pushes you back with just one hand's shove. The bed creaks under her weight as Abby joins you, muttering something under her breath. Before you have the time to understand it, your body turns completely stiff in realization of her gun resting on your thigh.

Oh. Oh.

"Abby, look." You try to reason. "We can– make something else work, we don't have to do it that way."

"No, no." She responds with a laugh. "This is the only way that works with you. Enough backtalk, baby."

You have to force your mouth shut out of fear, thighs quaking as she uses the muzzle to spread your thighs apart before bringing it up with a devilish smirk. Her smirk falters for a second, you bring yourself to follow her eyes and notice the spot right on top of your thong– the powder blue material has turned dark from wetness, so clearly sopping wet that you have to shut your eyes close out of embarrassment. You knew you were soaked seconds ago, but it couldn't have come to this point. It rarely ever does.

You would've expected her to make a comment on it but she doesn't, focusing on bringing the muzzle to the exact spot and pressing hard enough for your head to fall back with a tremble. You can feel the uneven edges of it rubbing against your drenched folds. Abby presses harder, the metal almost grazing against your swollen clit before she pulls the gun away and you surprise yourself with a whine.

You were enjoying it. Of course you were. It's Abby, you'd enjoy anything she did to you.

She's realized it from the look on your face too. Because the second your eyes open to look at her again, she's got her bottom lip tucked right under her teeth as her spare hand spreads your thighs further for her to get a better view. Your hips buck up as Abby quietly hooks her thumb against the edge of the thong and effortlessly pulls it down, grunting at the string of wetness that sticks to it before being thrown behind her shoulder.

Again. You whine another time when the gun traces your inner thighs in a circle. It doesn't even matter anymore. You need it so painfully bad that it doesn't even feel embarrassing to admit anymore. But Abby knowing that isn't a good look on you, not when she has control over the situation.

"Go ahead," She murmurs, tapping the gun on your thigh. "beg Daddy to fuck your needy cunt with this gun, you know you want to."

Busted already. And to think you could keep it in.

"Ab– Daddy, please do it–" You stammer, realizing you've started to tear up from the ache. "m'sorry, didn't mean to act up. Just– mh, just wanted your attention."

She hums in response, your whine dying down into a long drawn moan when the gun's head meets your pussy with a sound that could make anyone feel ashamed for themselves. It's pathetic and you know it. Yet you can't have enough. Needy hips buck into it for more friction and Abby pushes you down with a huff, smacking the gun over your folds and making you whimper.

You're surprised when she bends down to press a kiss against your temple, although you can't think much of it when the muzzle begins to tease your entrance. It's really happening, she's about to get you off on her gun.

Your body is limp under her touch as Abby reaches behind to undo the clasp of your bra, the straps falling down effortlessly. She shoves a cup down, teasing your nipples with her knuckles the very second her gun enters inside you in one thrust. You can't stop yourself from crying out from the combination of sensations. You squirm as she picks up her speed shoving it in further until she's fucked into you to the brim and has to pull out again.

"Fucking hell," She whispers. "you're just– clenching around it, aren't you? You think I can make you cum on it too, slut?"

You nod helplessly, already well acquainted with the fact that you could let go any minute. The tightness in your belly has been troubling since she touched you. The metal warms against your hot temperature with every noisy thrust. If it wasn't for those sounds combined with the ones escaping from your lips, you could hear the growl deep in her chest when she began to fuck you closer to your orgasm.

The gun's sliding out with less effort now, despite your occasional clenching whenever she breathes heavily into your ear. You haven't even realised there's no more of it you can possibly take till she twists it around and the trigger guard begins to brush up against your clit. There's no way you can last with that grazing you alongside the muzzle heating your special spot.

"Mm–Mhm, wanna—" You rasp with another tremble. "wanna cum now, please—"

"I'd have preferred teasin' you through it." She murmurs, making you panic. "Not now, don't worry. Maybe with my mouth later. Gonna have to be loud, though. Like the times you've teased me."

It is loud when it happens. Louder than those times, less controlled too. Abby fortunately doesn't toy with you when the climax hits, the trigger guard keeps brushing over your clit as the gun explores all the way to regions you've never discovered by your own fingers. Your diminishing self-control loses any sense of restraint as you moan her name all the way till the panting subsides and realization hits.

Your neck feels numb as you look down at the gun retrieving from inside your sore pussy, wet from your juice. Fucked out as you might be, you take the signal of opening your mouth when she taps the gun on it. It tastes and smells like you, although there's still a hint of the gunpowder from earlier.

Abby looks proud of your actions, to say the least. She's got an unreadable smile to her face when she pulls the gun back and into her pants. You can't complain, your focus coming back to the soreness between your legs. A desperate whine leaves your lips when she stands up with her hands on her hips— not before flicking your clit under her thumb and chuckling at your flinch.

"Get some rest," She mumbles. "your parents are gonna be home any minute, I'm guessing. Don't worry, we'll have a lot of time on our hands later."

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Can you do chloe x reader smut and it'll be reader's first time and she's a bit scared so chloe being really soft and gentle and some fluff after please🥺🥺🥺

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, soft and fluffy smut, more fluff, LOTS of pet names, AFAB reader, fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), mentions of pain, loss of virginity, hickies?, makeout session, top!chloe, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - it's 4am and I'm just finishing this lol thank you for the rq I hope you enjoy! much love <333

Chloe had never been a romantic, but she tried. Especially for you.

"Will it hurt?" You asked quietly, messing with your fingers while hurriedly glancing up at her.

You felt small in only your t-shirt and a pair of white panties. Usual loungewear for you both if she hadn't been stripped down to her undergarments as well as looking at you with lustful eyes.

Excitement laced behind her pupils.

She couldn't wait to make you feel good, staring at you like a giddy puppy.

"I mean a little bit." This made you shrivel up not going unnoticed by Chloe whose eyes went wide. "Not that bad though, I'll be easy I promise. You're gonna love it."

You stared at her with a blank expression, raising an eyebrow after a second.

"You sound like a teenage boy."

She snorted at the statement, falling down onto the bed, laying on her stomach while staring up at you.

"I promise you'll like it." She winked getting you to shyly look away and your face to heat up. "What happens if I don't?" "Then we can watch a movie and pretend it never even happened." She shrugged making you look at her in surprise.

"Just like that?" "Just like that."

You bit your lips, seeing her eyes flicker down to watch your mouth.

"Be easy." "I'm very delicate, thank you." You scoffed playfully, shaking your head. "Not the time Chlo." "It's always the time hotstuff. Especially with you around."

Her face slowly inched closer to yours, smiling as you avoided her eyes again and again as she moved in. Letting her minty gum refreshed breath fan your wet lips.

"You sure about this?" Chloe questioned, staring into your eyes as you nodded. "Mhm, fully."

It didn't take Chloe a second to pull you in, kissing you so hard she sucked the breath from your body making your mind hazy and your body go hot.

"You taste good." Chloe muttered against your lips, pulling away to see your clouded and foggy eyes. "So do you." "There she is." She teased hearing your remark, watching you lean towards her to catch her in another kiss.

The way her hands slowly crept up your legs was enough to make you squirm in place and lean farther towards her.

Her hand moving up to grab your face, getting up to sit on her knees.

Slowly pushing you back onto the mattress covered in soft purple sheets.

Chloe was closed off, always had been after what she went through but if you got close enough to her though, then maybe you'd get to see a different side of her, the side that tried her absolute best to make everything perfect for today.

Having actually cleaned her room up a bit and did her bed.

Sweet talked you the whole day to make you feel less nervous, the girl that'd brought you dinner earlier and flirted with you while you ate in her truck with the ocean as a view.

And now was going as slow as possible, touching you lightly and dragging her feet as to not rush you or make you uncomfortable.

"Mind taking this off pretty?" You looked down at her tugging at your shirt, knowing you had nothing underneath it.

You nodded, sitting up and steadily peeling the white cloth from your body, setting it aside revealing your chest to her. Not daring to look into her eyes – almost afraid of what you'd see.

But instead her blue hair came back into view, kissing your neck and jaw and down to the area above your boobs. Glancing up at you.

"How's that?" "I like it." You said too quiet for her to hear. "Hm?" She hummed. "I like it." Your words came out a bit louder making her smile.

"What about..." she trailed down, kissing the swell of your breasts while meeting your eyes. "..this?" You nodded.

She them moved to your nipple, taking a second to lightly lick over the bud. Watching each little microreaction that you had. Every little sound that would breathily pass your lips as your back arched just the slightest off the bed.

"What about that?" She teased knowing by the way you stared down at her face that you were in fact enjoying every second. "Mhm."

Her one hand played with your nipple her mouth on the other, another hand caressing your hip as you let out little hums. Her tongue swirling around your little nub.

"I want more." She heard you whisper, coming off your boob and kissing down your stomach. "Like what?" "Chloe..." She pouted tilting her head. "You gotta tell me what you want."

Your legs almost mindlessly pushed open, trying to get rid of the strong ache between them. The pain that began to override the want for her.

"I want you to touch me." As Chloe's fingers grabbed the sides of your underwear band, her nails tickled your hips while she dragged them down your thighs. A smirk finding its way on her lips.

"Where?"

You whined as the air hit your soaked cunt, pulling your knees up without even thinking, just wanting some sort of contact.

"You know where." "You gotta show me." She said, her hand moving to rub your tummy just above where she knew you needed her most.

You took her hand off your belly and moved it down to hover right above your heat, quickly pulling your own hands away.

"There." You muttered, shyly glancing away a few times as she slowly ran her fingers around your clit. Circling the very sensitive bud.

The little breaths and small noises passed your lips, pushing your hips towards Chloe as she tested the waters. Staring you down the entire time her fingers played with your clit.

"That feel good hotstuff?" You nodded as you began to pout, grinding towards her as she began picking up her pace. "Yeah?" You hummed nodding your head faster. "Mhm – please go faster–" "You got it babe."

You could feel her other hand pushing your thigh back, keeping her grip while her head slowly lowered towards your pussy. Licking her lips while keeping her gaze on yours the entire time.

"Can I kiss you?" You stared at her a bit confused, mouth hung open just the slightest at the way her finger pushed against your bud. "Yeah.."

She moved in a bit faster than before, pressing a little peck to your clit, then another. Another after that feeling your lower half jump towards her mouth each time.

"More Chloe–" You felt her tongue move up your slit from your hole to your clit. A louder moan tumbling from your mouth, back coming off the bed as you pushed hard against her mouth.

"Chloe–" You cried out, thighs squeezing her head while your ran through her faded blue locks of hair. "How's that feel pretty girl?" "Good, really good..." You could feel her laugh against your cunt, continuing her messy eating while her fingers began to tease at your hole.

"It might sting a little, you think you can handle it?" Shyly you glanced at her with a tiny nod. "Let me hear you say it." "Yes. Be easy though." She smiled, "always."

You could feel her kitten licking your clit, her smile widening as your moans began to pick up once more.

Pushing her finger in slowly she heard you you hiss and let out another noise of pleasure from her mouth still latched to your pussy.

"Chloe– It hurts.." "I know, I know." Her hand ran up and down your thigh, letting her finger sit knuckle deep in your cunt. Kissing your clit to ease the pain.

"You want me to move?" She could see your body beginning to relax one more, taking a few deep breaths. Chloe's hand then dipped under your leg and hiked it up onto her shoulder. Grabbing your hand and resting it beside your hip.

"Yes please." "You're adorable." You didn't get much more time to say anything back feeling her begin to pump in and out of your hole. Moving slowly against your wet walls until she could see the pain beginning to disappear from your face.

"That feels good..." Chloe hummed, going just the slightest bit faster. "That feels really good – Chloe..." The way your thighs began to shake along with the way your cunt clenched around her finger made her grin like a love-drunk moron.

"Oh yeah hotstuff?" She pushed another finger in making you stretch more than you ever had. Grimacing once more while her mouth distracted you as best as she could. Chloe's hand squeezing yours back when you grabbed tight.

"You're doing really good." "Oh... please more –"

The slow and sweet pace soon began to disappear, her fingers picking up and her mouth becoming much harsher. Trying to push you towards the tipping point you so desperately cried out for.

Pushing back against you and sucking on your clit, rubbing against your gushy walls and special spot.

"Chloe– I can't –" "Let go, cum on my fingers." A strangled moan pushing from your throat filling up the room and all she could think about was how amazing you sounded. Trying to push more out of you.

"I can't–" You all but screamed, clenching as the pleasure circled your little clit sending waves up your body. Skin going hot and body sweaty.

"You did so good." Tears pricked your eyes, looking down at her through a sheer layer of water. Closing your legs once she sat up and licked her lips once more.

Kissing your cheek while you slowly came back down.

"I liked it." "Yeah?" She laughed a bit, caressing your cheek while you smiled and nodded. "But I'm tired now." Chloe snorted once more, kissing your neck and over her previous marks that were made along the hours of the day. And even in the days prior, making sure to give you all the attention she could during the week.

Her hand pet your sweaty forehead, the other again holding yours. Knowing you were unwilling to let her go just yet.

"You want water?" You nodded. "I'll clean you up, make sure you're nice and pretty." She could see the bashful expression grow on your face, looking away from her while she walked off.

She returned not a moment later seeing you all cuddled up on her pillow, cheek squished against the soft plush object. Eyes opening slowly.

Handing you a water bottle she cleaned you up while you took a few sips. Grabbing you each time the sensitivity made you jump away. Leaning towards her the whole time she dressed you back up in some of her clean clothes.

"You're so beautiful." To anyone else you were you, but to Chloe she stared at you like you were a shiny piece of gold in the middle of the Great Depression. Kissing your cheek roughly enough to smoosh it, giggles erupting from your lips.

"Chloe..."

"Love you hot stuff." "I love you more."

"Yeah fucking right."

Chloe was romantic, but only for you.

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call me lucille (pronounced as “lu-seel”) or luci for short, pronouns r they/she, 9teen, april aries, asian, isfp 6w3 n also a lesbian

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fandoms: aot, stranger things, the last of us, life is strange 1 + before the storm, yellowjackets.

i listen to taylor swift, lana del rey, beabadoobee, gracie abrams, phoebe bridgers, boygenius, sza, tv girl, chase atlantic n cas

some kpop groups i stan: blackpink, red velvet, aespa, le sserafim, newjeans, loona, twice.

im too lazy n unmotivated to even write, so when i get my motivation back, i’ll for sure write :)

cw, mean!ellie, dom!ellie, sub!reader, oral (ellie receiving), face riding, fingering (r receiving), heavy degradation, knife play, slapping, spitting.

summary: enemies to angry sex!!

if u enjoy pls reblog and like!! i love u.

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you and ellie had hated each other since the moment you met. you disagreed on everything. snide remarks were mumbled under breathes each time you were in the same room.

nobody wanted to be around you two. which is why you two were stuck picking up the shifts nobody wants to do. maria thought it was fair, seeing as when people are on patrol you two bicker and complain, making everything so much more unenjoyable. plus, ellie had a mishap a couple nights ago, some guy calling her names and she beat his ass. maria knew how to punish ellie perfectly, you. you were ellie’s punishment.

so here you two are, trudging through the woods. ellie is at least three feet ahead of you, hoping to make it there and back before nightfall.

“can you pick up your fucking pace?” ellie scoffs as she climbs over a fallen tree limb. you roll your eyes, “slow the fuck down, the suns not even setting yet.” you murmur and ellie scoffs.

she thought you were unreliable, sloppy, and irresponsible. she hated the way you were late which set this patrol back by thirty minutes, and she hated the fact that she cared where you were.

you thought ellie was rigid, strict, and so high strung. she took things so seriously, like this patrol. you had at least an hour until the sun went down, and this trail might be messy, and filled with difficult terrain, but you had time. yet she was up your ass about not being late.

ellie climbed up the side of the mountain like hill, bending down and reaching her hand out for you. you scoff and climb up on your own. “don’t need your help.” you brush off some dirt and ellie rolls her eyes. “god forbid i try to help you.”

you push past her and climb up a couple more hill sides before you reach the cliff. ellie climbs up behind you, pulling her gun out and scoping the area. you do the same.

you trudge forward, rounding the cliff corner. your foot slips, a gasp leaving your lips as you lose your footing. it sends you sliding down the rocky edge. your body hits the ground a couple feet down. “fuck,” you groan as you stand up slowly.

ellie peers over the edge, “god damnit.” she scoffs. slowly climbing down. “you’re wasting so much fucking time.” she huffs under her breath as she walks towards you. her eyes widen as she takes a look at you. “fuck, your knee.” she hisses and you look down.

your knee has a big gash down the side of it, and suddenly the pain set it. blood dripped down your leg and ellie dropped to her knees in front of you. pulling out her knife and cutting your pants off just above your knee. she ties the pants tightly around your thigh, hoping to manage the blood loss.

“cmon we have to head back.” she stands up, looking up at how far down you both are. “we’re so fucked.” you sigh and shake your head, looking around. the dark forest is thick with trees and animal sounds. the sun was setting.

“do you see why being early is so important now? you have to plan for mistakes.” she scoffs and you roll your eyes. “shut the fuck up ellie. nobody planned me falling off the fucking cliff.”

she rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders, “it’s gonna get dark soon, are you fucking happy? was being late worth it?” she spews as she starts marching into the forest. you limp slowly behind her, the pain in your knee intensifying each time you put pressure on it.

you make it a few feet before you wince in pain, causing ellie to look back at you. ellie wasn’t a horrible person, despite your opinion. she felt bad, but she also felt pissed. she didn’t want to have to help you.

she walks back over to you, grabbing your arm and throwing it over her shoulders. she held your hand over her shoulder, “cmon, lean on me.” she huffs and you do.

you both walk through the woods as the light slowly goes black. it was dark, you two could barely see. you could feel ellie’s heart racing against your arm.

“we have to stop. there’s no way we can make it back, it’s too dark, i can barely see.” ellie groans beside you. “there should be some type of cabin up a couple more miles.” you grit through clenched teeth as you lean your weight on her. the heat was unbearable, and you being so close to her wasn’t helping.

you come up to the cabin, ellie picking the lock and helping you in. you fall against the wall, slowly sliding down and sitting. ellie lights a lantern, looking through cabinets and drawers. finally she finds a first aid kit. she rushes over to you, dropping to her knees and untying the fabric.

you hiss in pain as she does, she shushes you. “be quiet.” she barks and she grabs the alcohol, pouring it over the gash. you moan in pain and she rolls her eyes, “fucking toughen up.”

you scoff, “how about i cut your knee open, see how you feel then?” she grins softly and rolls her eyes. “you think i haven’t been cut before?”

you lean your head against the wall and sigh, “i don’t know. i’m too exhausted to do this whole thing ellie. i cant hate you right now.” you sigh and she rasps, “such a little bitch. what you’re hurt so now you can’t talk back to me?”

you look at her, “fuck off.” she grabs a needle and thread from the box. running the needle through the fire of the lamp before leaning in closely to your leg. you held your breath as she laced the first loop through your skin.

“you can take this pain, you’ve been through worse.” she attempts to comfort you. you nod your head, biting your lip hard. the pain was excruciating, each prick of the needle had you wanting to dig your nails into ellie’s arms. after a couple minutes she hums, “all done.”

she stands up and you do too, slowly. “you know we wouldn’t be here if you just fucking listened to me.” she complains and you scoff, “i’m sorry i don’t obey you like you want me to.” you sarcastically say and she turns to you. “that’s all i want. is for you to obey. for you to listen to what i’m saying.” she scoffs and you step closer.

“i’m not some lab rat that does what you say blindly.” you hiss and she nods, “oh trust me i know that. life would be easier if you were.” she scoffs in your face, her breathe fanning your cheeks.

“life would be easier if you weren’t such a pain in my fucking ass.” you huff and she grins softly. “oh you think im the pain in the ass? show up on time for once in your god damn life! you are the reason we have to sit in the fucking cabin. you tripped like some useless bitch, and now we’re here.” she yells in your face, “oh fuck you, you’re a cunt. don’t make this my fucking fault. you are the sole reason we had to do this fucking patrol in the first place. you really couldn’t just walk away, huh?” you scream and she pushes you up against the wall.

the sting of the plaster hitting your back has you grasping at the collar of ellie’s shirt. “the fuck did you just say?” she hissed and leaned closer. her face inches from yours. “you could use some practice on restraint.” you hiss and she scoffs. a hard smack lands on your cheek as she pins your to the wall, “and you could use some work on that mouth of yours. did anybody ever teach you to shut your mouth?” she scoffs and as you go to say something else she grabs your jaw. making you unable to speak.

“there we go. that’s much better. i’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen, got it?” she speaks in a low hum. “fuck you.” your grit out and she smiles. “is that what you want? will that make you shut up?” her words catch you off guard.

your cheeks heat, and your thighs clench together. you had always known ellie was hot, it was something you ignored. but she was hear, speaking to you like this, and it was turning you on more than ever.

you whine softly in response and she scoffs, “want me to fuck that attitude out of you?”

you couldn’t give her the satisfaction. but you both needed this. she needed to take her anger out and you so desperately needed her to take it out on you. you rip her hand from your jaw, “you wanna use me to get that anger out, fucking do it. use me. maybe that will make you less of a fucking cunt—“

your words are cut short by ellie smashing her lips against yours. teeth clash and lips push against each other. “you think you’re so fucking tough, huh?” she hisses between kisses. she nips at your bottom lip, pulling your body against hers. you grind your hips against her and she slaps your cheek once again.

the sting leaving your cheek red. a moan leaves your lips at the pain, “such a pathetic slut, wanting me to use you.” she hums. she pulls you in closer by the collar of your shirt, kissing you hard.

“please ellie,” you whine as she kisses down your neck. she grins against your neck, “you told me to use you, so i’m going to, how ever i want. i wanna take my time with you.”

you scoff, “or are you bluffing? if you’re gonna use me just fucking do it, ellie. fuck that attitude out of me.” you spit through clenched teeth and she rubs her knife from her thigh holster and presses it to your neck.

“you’re such a little bitch. you think i’m bluffing? give me a reason to not slit your fucking throat right here?” she spews and you grin softly. you were getting off on all of this.

she pushed the blade deeper against your neck, the pain left a sting but it only drove you crazier. “you hate me. so act like it.” you egg her on.

she grabbed the back of your neck, yanking you off the wall. pushing you down to the floor, your elbows stinging from the impact.

“you’re gonna eat my pussy like a good girl, right? gonna fuck me good?” she taunts as she undoes her jeans, pulling them off and tossing them to the ground. she straddles your head with her thighs, slowly lowering herself onto your face.

a soft moan leaves her lips as your tongue connects with her clit. you grab at her thighs, pulling her down more against your face. she grinds her hips as your tongue pushes into her. “fuck,” she whines softly and buries her hands into your hair.

“fucking me so good,” she rides your face, tugging on your hair. you moan against her cunt, sending vibrations up her spine.

your fingertips dig into her thighs, a moan leaving her lips. “shit—“ a loud whimper leaves her lips as you gently suck on her clit.

she tugs on your hair, pulling her hips up and away from your lips. running her fingers down her slit, circling her fingers slowly on her clit. you whine, wanting to taste more of her. “see how good i’m fucking myself?” she pushes her fingers into her wet cunt. a soft moan leaving her lips, “you’re nothing, fuck— you’re nothing special, practically fucking useless.” she thrusts her fingers in and out of her.

the wetness gathering at the base of her fingers. “just a dumb slut.” she spews as she tosses her head forward, a loud whimper leaving her lips. you moan at her words, nodding your head. “i’m nothing, please just let me feel you.” you whine beneath her.

she grins, curling her fingers into herself. hitting that perfect stop inside her. “that’s right, you’re fucking nothing.” she nods her head as her thighs clench around your head. her eyes roll back as her thumb circle on her hit.

she bounces slightly on her fingers, a moan leaving her lips. “god,” she whines before she leans over you, hovering above you as her fingers fuck into her.

“please ellie, i wanna feel you cum on my tongue.” you whimper and she nods her head. “beg for it. beg for me.” she demands and you whine again.

“please ellie. i need you. i need to taste you again, i need it.” you whimper and try to tug her hips forward. she clicks her tongue, “i know you can do better, baby.” she taunts and you whimper.

“god, please, i’ll do anything.” you beg one last time, your words coming out as a pathetic whimper. you thought if you didn’t taste her right now, you might die. it was fucking torture.

she pushes herself up on to her knees, her wet cunt inches above your mouth. “i’m gonna cum—“ she whines softly as her orgasm hits her. her cum dripping down her fingers as she pulls them out of her. “ellie—“ before you can finish she pushes her glossy fingers past your rosy lips.

her cum tasted sweet on your tongue, you suck softly on her fingers. “i just wanted to hear you beg.” she grins as she pulls her fingers slowly out of your mouth.

a whimper leaving your lips as she does. she moves to straddle your hips, leaning forward she kisses down your neck, a completely different energy radiating from her body.

“i wanna taste you, i want you to feel how good i can make you feel just from my fingers.” she hums as she kisses down your collar bones. her hands slipping up under your shirt, her hands roaming up to your tits. she groans against your neck as she notices the fact you’re not wearing a bra.

you whine softly, arching your back slightly. she drags her hands down to your pants, undoing them. she tugs them down, carefully avoiding the freshly stitched wound on your knee. it wasn’t taken for granted in your head. the softness to her roughness was something you relished in.

she grabs your leg, throwing it over her shoulder as she kisses around the stitches, kissing down your inner thighs. a soft whimper leaving your lips. “i’ll probably want to punch myself tomorrow for saying this, but do you know how long i’ve thought about doing this? how many times i’ve imagined this in my head?” she murmurs as she kisses slowly up your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need her.

your hands dig into her hair, her eyes looking up at you as you do. you grin softly, “i fucking knew it.” you tease and she scoffs. “oh shut the fuck up.” she presses a kiss on your inner thigh before running her tongue up your slit.

she pulls back slightly, spitting onto your pussy as you look down at her. she circles her fingers on your clit, dragging her fingers down to your entrance. pushing three fingers into you, your cunt stressing around her. “fuck—“ you bite your lip, hushing a moan.

she thrusts her fingers into you slowly before lowering her mouth to your cunt again, looking up at you. “such a pretty cunt, dripping wet for me huh? you touch yourself just thinking about me?” she taunts and you scoff. “go fuck yourself, ellie.” she grins at your words before flicking her tongue against your clit.

a moan leaves your lips, “oh my god,” you toss your head back and she grins against your pussy. “look at me. tell me how good i’m making you feel.” she demands and you look back down at her. holding eye contact with her. “so good ellie,” you whimper before she curls her fingers into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly. “yeah? keep going.”

your back arches as she hits that spot, “fuck, so fucking good els” the word rolled off your tongue effortlessly, it had ellie’s stomach in knots. she hated the way this all made her feel. this with you was better than anything else with anyone else.

she thrusted her fingers into you faster and harder, your eyes rolling back. you couldn’t focus on anything else besides how good her fingers felt inside of you. your pussy clenching around her fingers, your wetness dripping down her fingers. “tell me more.” she demands and you shake your head. “i cant. fuck—“ you whimper loudly and she grins.

“i’m just absolutely ruining you, aren’t i sweet girl? just fucking you dumb, can’t even say anything.” she curls her fingers as she fucks them into you.

moans leave your lips as your head falls back. your orgasm hit you violently, your legs closing around her hand. “ellie,” you whimper and she kisses your knees softly. “you look so perfect,” she hums as she kisses your knees. “did such a good job for me. letting me fuck you senseless.” she pulls her fingers out of you, cleaning them off by sucking them clean.

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Hear it, Feel it, See it (one)

! Pairings ,' Bff!Ellie x Reader ! CW ,' slight angst, mostly fluff, mentions of drinking ! words ,' 1.1k ! synopsis ,' After comforting your best friend during a late night drive, you realize a few things (Modern AU) ! song ,' You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

! AN ,' IT'S ALMOST 5AM AND I'M FINALLY DONE. I DON'T USUALLY WRITE FLUFF SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY :>>>

You lay sprawled on your back, gazing at the ceiling of your dimly lit dorm room, your body adorned with goosebumps that danced on your skin. Yet, it wasn't the chill in the air that brought this physical response. You threw yourself onto your bed 15 minutes ago, still in your shoes, too busy thinking to bother taking them off. Slapping a hand over your eyes, you groaned, the sound of her laughter echoing in your mind again, refusing to fade away.

You sighed frustratedly, the pounding in your head harmonizing with the pounding on your door. You had been trying to sleep for hours, body exhausted but refusing to shut down.

The bed creaked as you lifted your weight off of it. Opening it slightly, you peered through the crack to see who was knocking at 1 in the morning. You threw it open, brows furrowing in worry as your eyes fell on your best friend’s face. Dried tears stained her freckled cheeks and the white around her green irises were pink. Ellie, seldom one to shed tears or seek solace, stood before you, her silent plea for comfort resonating louder than any words could convey. Wordlessly, you gave it to her, pulling her into a hug that she reciprocated tightly. You stayed silent, waiting for her to say something.

“…wanna go on a drive?” Her voice, tired and fragile, whispered into your ear. A small smile and a nod were your response, as you allowed her to take your hand as she led you to the elevator and to her car in the parking lot.

You were both silent as she drove, you sat sideways on the passenger’s seat, watching her with worried eyes as she kept hers on the road in front of her, patiently waiting for her to open up to you.

“Cat and I fought…she threatened to break up with me if I didn’t get my grades up.” Her voice, laced with weariness, carried the weight of her struggle. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. “She said something about thinking of her future and that I needed to do well in life if I wanted to be a part of it…” she murmured, surrendering to the defeat that clouded her words.

You looked at her with empathy. Her grades had only started to drop when she and Cat got together. She was a genuinely good student but her dedication to her studies gave way to stolen moments and stolen glances. A peculiar anger flickered within your chest whenever she spoke of her girlfriend, yet in this moment, it was overshadowed by a protectiveness. You held back, stifling the surge of fury, knowing that your role now was to offer solace to your best friend.

You gave her a small smile, putting a soft hand on her shoulder.”Ignore her Els, if she doesn’t think you should be a part of her future even after all the things you’ve done with her, then she doesn’t deserve to be a part of yours.” you spoke softly, the weight of your words finding their place within her troubled mind. You knew she would struggle to respond, torn between defending her toxic relationship and acknowledging the truth that resonated within your words.

Sensing the need to shift the atmosphere, to release the tension that lingered between furrowed brows and troubled thoughts. “Anyways, wanna get something to eat? I ate like 5 hours ago and I’m starving,” you chuckled softly, your smile radiating warmth as it finally coaxed the corners of her lips to lift in response.

“Yeah sure, gas station?”

“Mhm!”

As soon as she parked the car, shoulders brushing as you walked side by side into the little gas station store. You were oblivious to the way she glared at a creepy old man staring at you, your attention instead focused on the array of bagels displayed near the counter. The tension in her expression softened as you tugged her towards the enticing spread of food.

“Oh my god I just remembered…did you delete that video you have of me here?” you asked, laughing softly as you paid for your food and hers on the counter. She rolled her eyes playfully, her response resolute. "Nope, never gonna delete it," she declared, a playful tease in her words. You groaned in mock protest.

You, her, Dina and Jesse had gone here after a party last week. You were drunk out of your mind and sobbing on the floor because they ran out of your favorite cookies. Ellie immediately recorded the scene, Dina stifling her laughs as she held you close and Jesse just laughing loudly next to Ellie. You had been begging her to delete it all week, half-heartedly. You loved that she had a video of you she cherished so much but you equally loved the way she laughed, the way she teased, and the way you could ignite that laughter within her.

Your gazes stayed at each other, a silence that spoke more than anything you two currently understood about your friendship. It was the awkward throat clearing of the cashier that broke the spell, drawing your attention back to the present moment. With an apologetic smile, you collected your change and the paper bag.

The drive back home was mostly quiet, save for the sound of your synchronized chewing. Both of you fixated on the road ahead, lost in thoughts that mirrored one another — a shared contemplation of the intangible shifts occurring within your bond. A question lingered, unspoken but ever-present in your minds: ‘What was that?’

As she pulled over in front of your dorm building, you offered her a gentle smile, your voice a soft caress of concern, “you feeling any better?”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours, before finally responding with a smile of her own, a tender radiance that brushed against the edges of her weariness. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of a realization. In that fleeting moment, she recognized the safety she had found in your presence, the temporary release from the clutches of her self-doubts and thoughts of Cat. A pang of guilt tried to settle within her, but it faltered, unable to withstand the radiance of your smile, the genuineness of your affection.

You waved at her before exiting the car, and going back to your apartment, mind running wild as you threw yourself onto the bed.

You opened your eyes again, sighing frustratedly at your thoughts.

You could hear it in the silence, you felt it on the way home, and you could see it now with the lights out, you're in love with your best friend.

hi! i’m not sure if your requests are open but i’d love if you could write something where the reader works at a tattoo shop as a receptionist or manager and ellie goes in one day and becomes obsessed w her. then she keeps going in and getting more and more tattoos just to see reader? it could end in smut or something sweeter. it’s up to you. i love your writing, thank you!! <33

no cause she’d absolutely fall for you and waste all her money on tattoos to see you again

INK LUST LOVE

ellie williams x fem! reader

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, flirting, switch ellie and reader, sex in a public space (tattoo shop bathrooms), needy sex, fingering (both ellie and reader receiving), making out…

the first time she saw you, she swore the world had just stopped. like in the movies. you were so beautiful it made her go weak in the knees.

“hi! can i help you with something?” oh shit. were you talking to her? you were. your voice was so sweet… oh shit she had to answer.

“i’m yeah… i mean. uh… i’m ellie.” shit. explain. “i have a tattoo scheduled? for 15:30?” she said, cheeks flushed and stuttering.

she wanted to kick herself.

you smiled at her. you smiled! oh shit, her heart was doing flips.

“let me check…” you mumbled under your breath, looking. “here you are. ellie williams. 15:30.” you nodded, and she tried to not let show how fucking much it affected her hear you calling her by her name. it sounded beautiful coming from you. “i’ll go see how jesse is doing, give me a second.” you smiled once again, and she nodded, pushing her shaky and sweaty hands on her pockets.

“els!” jesse smiled, and ellie smiled back, waving at him. “come on in. i just need to sterilize the table and we’ll start.” she nodded, and went ahead to get into the room. you gave her a smile that she returned before the door closed behind back and she was finally able to smack jesse. “hey! what the hell was that about?”

“why didn’t you tell me your receptionist was so fucking beautiful?!” she inquired, completely pissed off.

“who? y/n?”

y/n, y/n, y/n…

a pretty name for a pretty girl.

“she just started. how the hell would i know she’d be your type?”

“dude. she’s everyone’s type. have you seen her?” she inquired in disbelief.

“yeah, i see her everyday. and if you have forgotten… i already have dina.” he smiled and ellie groaned.

“gross.”

“whatever.” jesse rolled his eyes. “let’s get started, we have hours ahead.”

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Ellie came back not a week later. And you received her just the same, only this time you remembered her name. And of course you did. She was hot.

“Ellie! Back so soon?” her cheeks flushed. You looked beautiful, with a floral dress that let show your pretty legs. It’s not as if you hadn’t been dressing up just in case she would come back, of course not…

“Uh… Hi. Yeah, want to get my arm finished.” she smiled, pointing to her right arm, where Jesse had added more to her principal tattoo the last time.

“Looks beautiful. Can I see?” you inquired her and her cheeks flushed as she muttered a ‘sure’ and reached her arm towards you. You gently took it, taking a look at the ink. Your touch was burning her. She needed more. Her breath hitched when your fingertips caressed the tattoos on her skin. You touched her like she was made of glass. A softness she had never experienced before. It made her heart ache. She took her time to look at you. At your beautiful face, plump lips, long lashes and beautiful eyes. She was love struck. You smiled, ‘cause she looked so cute all embarrassed…

“Ellie, you ready?” suddenly Jesse’s voice caught her attention and you let go of her. She already missed your warmth.

“Uh yeah.” she nodded and you smiled at her.

“See you later.” you said, your voice sultry, eyes looking into her emerald ones.

“Yeah, see you later.”

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Ellie was there almost every day, and somethimg you'd noticed is that she always found a way to make you laugh. She was observant and attentive too. She’d bring Jesse and you some refreshments and snacks (not because he cared about him, but you. She just needed to be subtle). She was not. You knew that she was into you, and you were into her. You had been trying to let her know, but she didn’t seem to get it. Anyways…

Your favorite was this chocolate bars that she’d buy just for you. They were so sweet… Just what you needed to get through an stressful and tiring day.

“And that’s when I told him that he should totally go for it, it was obvious Dina liked him back.” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she took a bite of her own bit of the chocolate she had brought.

“Shit.” she said, looking at her now stained and sticky fingers. “Do you have a…”

But before she could even ask for a napkin or something to wipe it off you were taking her hand and pushing her fingers inside your mouth to lick it off yourself. Her eyes shot open as your tongue met her skin, and you looked at her, humming at the taste. Maybe you took more time than necessary to leave her clean, but by the way her cheeks had dusted in pink you though she hadn’t mind. Oh she didn’t. Not one bit.

The air was thick around the two of you. You had been slowly throwing hints at her direction. Ellie was hot. And sweet. And you liked her. And you knew she liked you too. So you had decided that since subtle didn’t seem to work…

“Jesse is not in for another 30 minutes…” you said as you popped her fingers out of your mouth.

She cleared her throat, trying to act as if she wasn’t completely soaking her boxers. She liked you too fucking much for her own good.

“Bathroom?” she inquired and you smirked, tugging from her hand not after having turned the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.

Her heart was thumping inside her chest as you took her with you to the private bathrooms, and she was moaning as soon as the door was getting closed behind her back, your lips on her neck.

“Shit. You really are thick, aren’t you?” you groaned, one of her hands on your hair and the other on your waist. “Been trying to get you all by myself since weeks ago.” her body was shaking. Shit. Was this a dream?

“Fuck…” she groaned when you sucked on that spot that drove her insane, your hands cupping her tits, free under her white tank top.

“Can I?” you breathlessly said against her lips, your fingers on the button of her jeans. She nodded, not before kissing you. Her kiss was needy, and her tongue was hungry inside your mouth. You moaned, and quickly pushed her pants and boxers down. She did the same with your own and panties.

“Jesus Christ.” she moaned when her hand cupped your cunt. You were soaking wet. Her fingers played with your clit as yours slid through her soaking folds. You two looked like a mess. Making out like teenagers in heat in the first hidden place you could find.

You plunged one of your fingers inside of her cunt. “So tight…” you muttered and she groaned, fucking your pussy with her own as you touched each other. Your lips were on her nipples, sucking and biting. She was going insane.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” she sighed, her eyes watering and lips bruises and swollen.

You whimpered when her fingers curled against your g spot. Slick sounds were filling the bathroom as you fucked each other. You were grunting against each other, her lips now on your own neck, sucking bruises as you tugged on her hair. “More.” you begged, and she fucked you harsher, adding a third finger that stretched you out so good it almost hurt. But it hurt so good.

“Fuck. I want to taste you.” she said, and you moaned. “Been wanting to eat you out since the first time I saw you. I’m so fucking close…” she moaned and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Ellie… I’m gonna cum.” you breathlessly said and she kissed you, the two of you moaning into each other’s lips as you tightened around the other’s fingers. You two came with a groan, lazily lapping into each other’s mouth as your cum stained your thighs and fingers.

You fucked each other through it, you were whimpering at her praises. “Good girl. That’s it. Fuck. So good…” you hold onto her, gasping for air as you rode it down.

After a sloppy and slow kiss, she pulled away, caressing your cheek.

“Date?” she inquired with her voice weak and dazed glassy eyes. You smiled before kissing her again.

“My house. 8PM.” and she laughed.

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a/n; hope you liked it! <3