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st4r-b3rries · 6 months

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more dom!hazel would be so appreciated if u can hehe 🫶🫶

+ another anon who asked for a cleaning bruises fic

𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 & 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧

Hazel Callahan x fem!reader

Summary: "If I put my hands up your skirt right now, am I gonna find you wet?"

Warnings: Established Relationship, Hyper feminine!Reader, PJ as her own warning, Mentions of Bruises, Mentions of Violence, Cleaning Hazel's bruises, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smut (+18 Minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Fighting Kink?, Fingering, Dom!Hazel, Sub!Reader, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Overstimulation

Can be seen as a continuation of this fic but not strictly

Your afternoon had been almost perfect, with Hazel nestled between your open legs just a step lower on the school bleachers. Her head had been thrown back, with her curls running rampant against your skin and tickling your chest. You smoothed her hair down in vain intervals while she played with a loose string on the stitiching of your plaid skirt as she droned on and on about the unlikelihood of being enlisted as a bomb tech by the US Army.

"I don't really know where else I could use my particular set of expertise. What else could I do that won't ultimately lead me down the path of... you know, treason and terrorism?" You nod vaguely as Hazel continues her equal parts aloof and equal parts worrying rants. All while combining your fingers through her hair, "I mean, I just feel like World War III is probably upon us, you know-"

"Ugh, could you guys get a room?" You had been so enamored by Hazel's ranting that you failed to notice PJ at first. Her and Josie made their slow ascent on the bleachers until their shadows blocked your afternoon sun.

"Could you get a girlfriend?" The words had snipped off your tongue with harsh vexation as you instinctively cradled Hazel closer to your chest.

"Jesus-" Hazel had muttered, as she craned her neck up to stare at PJ and a disgruntled Josie, "Why are you trying to hijack my boob time?"

You had to reign in all murderous intentions as PJ grabbed hold of Hazel's forearms and forcibly dragged her up off the bleachers… out of your arms.

"You don't get boob time until we all get boob time. And need I remind you that you're going to be late for Fight Club," You heaved a very loud, very obnoxious sigh as you tilted your head backwards, letting the rays bounce off your pink sunglasses, "You guys should seriously get a room." Said PJ, "Stop giving the entire football team a show. Come on, you're setting us back like 69 years-"

Before PJ sunk her claws into Hazel completely, she bent down until her lips pressed against your cheek, and she whispered, "I'll see you back at my place, yeah?"

Your heart deflated at her confirmation that she was indeed leaving you for Fight Club, "Hazel..."

"Shh, shut up. Just say yes,"

But before you could wrack your brain for something coherent to say, PJ had already begun to make her descent off the bleachers, taking your girlfriend along with her.

You did not hate PJ, nor were you her biggest fan at the best of times. However, nights like tonight made your vexation grow to unimaginable heights simply because PJ is completely and utterly inescapable.

This evening, however, waiting for Hazel to get back from Figh Club, had been perfect. Etta James had been oozing through The Callahan's home speakers as you prepared the butternut soup- Hazel's favourite Post Fight Club recovery meal (although she hated admitting it, because she did not want to put you out of your way).

You are perfectly content, trapped in your web of make-believe as you prance around Hazel's kitchen, assembling your respective bowls needed for the soup. Mrs Callahan had let you in, as she always did after school, with a dismissive wave while she babbled into the receiver of her iPhone. Before she completely disappeared into the innards of her sprawling house, Mrs Callahan vaguely threw over her shoulder "Hazel is at her thing until 5 but I'm sure you've been made aware," and you were left in this great big labyrinth to entertain yourself.

Sex had been even more seldom, given that Hazel was rarely ever in any shape to commence any form of coitus due to the various bruises popping up in unlikely places. You wish you can safely tell yourself you despised seeing her bloody and battered state - that you gain absolutely nothing from Fight Club and that you most likely never will.

But you're staring dreamily into the pot of soup, and you're stirring and stirring, with your heart racing in anticipation of Hazel's inevitable return with her inevitable bruises smeared across her perfect little face.

You had not planned on cooking for anyone because seducing Hazel in her inevitably bloodied state was on the forefront of your mind, and Mrs Callahan had a very tempting bright pink apron hanging on the hook.

So perhaps you did do this all for her.

Perhaps you were waiting for her, to stride on through the foyer, nursing a streak of dried blood down her nose, eager to catch her reaction at seeing you so comfortable in her space while you rushed to swoop in and fawn over her.

This near perfect daydream might have actually manifested…

Were it not for PJ's loud and obnoxious voice bleeding into the kitchen from the foyer, accompanied by the heavy groan of the front door slamming shut. Your shoulders visibly sag as you empty the rest of the soup into your bowl just as the trio rounds the corner into the kitchen.

"Oh my God - soup!" PJ exclaimed rushing towards you with her gaze zeroed in on the bowl locked firmly in your hand. You had been so focused on keeping the bowl from PJ's incessant grabby hands that you failed to see the dazed, almost breathless look that sprinkled over Hazel's face who drifted slowly behind Josie despite this being her house.

Suddenly, every thought about the impending bruise she was facing due to not dodging a right hook earlier vanished from her mind like doves in the wind. Hazel's head was completely flooded with the image of you, in her kitchen, with your cute as fuck little skirt grazing just above your knee.

This almost did not feel real. Less than a month ago, no one barely blinked in her direction, but now...

So enamored was Hazel by your act of service, she nearly failed to catch PJ's innate need to flirt whenever you were in the vicinity.

"You look hot by the way," PJ had slyly said, still reaching for the bowl of steaming soup, which you only drew higher above your head.

"Sorry PJ, only people who make me cum get to eat my cooking."

"Is that an invitation?" She asked, leaning against the counter, "That sounded like an invitation."

Hazel cleared her throat, finally succeeding in having your eyes wash over her. "Can we probably not talk about you fucking my girlfriend, maybe, I think?" She said cooly, discarding her bag somewhere on the floor before making her up closer towards you. Her slouch was even more prominent and you swear the air in your lungs thinned as she brushed up beside you and muttered, "Hey,"

"Hey yourself." And Hazel's tummy instantly warmed as you discarded the bowl on the counter, turning to cup her cheeks in your hands as you observed her latest shiners acquired from Fight Club. Something sinister flashed through Hazel's mind as your big dark eyes scanned over her visage, eyeing the new bruise splotched across her eye and the horizontal laceration on her cheek.

"It doesn't hurt," She can barely find her words under the overwhelming feeling of your care and attention. Your scent is all encompassing, and before she ever allows for anymore of her arousal to stain her boxers Hazel attempts to draw her face out of your palm.

"Jesus, Hazel!" You squeal, pulling her head down closer to your height, until Hazel has to support herself with a hand on the counter behind you, "Please don't tell me you were sparring with anyone on the football team again!"

You hoped you succeeded in masking how turned on that thought actually got you...

Hazel's voice is deep and low as she replies,

"Jeff said that if I can at least dodge his left, left, right hook next time, I could probably be ready for the whole team." You breathe out and airy laugh almost the same time as her, the both of you silently aware of what the other was doing.

"Ugh, you're such a virgin." PJ mutters under a mouthful of soup.

"I literally have a girlfriend," Hazel mutters without looking away. Her gaze was nearly trapped in yours as she allowed you to pull her limp body away from PJ and Josie. "Come on, I need to clean you up."

And that's how you had found yourself, cross-legged on Hazel's bed with her leaning against the headboard like your Oh so compliant little patient. Her gaze is yet to waver from yours, in fact, cleaning the laceration had been utter hell, right up until this point because Hazel had taken to drawing various circles against the skin of your exposed thigh.

The skirt had ridden up marginally from your seating position, and Hazel seems perfectly fine toying with your various emotions.

"You look really pretty," Hazel breathed out as if those words were sitting heavily on her heart ever since you applied the wet gauze against her left cheek. You try to hold your composure, keeping a firm eye on the dressing of Hazel's wound as you say, "I don't really think I want you going to fight club anymore,"

"Tch'yeah okay," she snickers dismissively, "Hey, is this skirt new? It's hot- like 'gay 50s housewife' kinda hot," There's an edge to her voice that has Hazel sitting taller against the headboard before incriminatingly letting her hands drift just a little higher on your thigh. Your breathing becomes heavier as you fight hard to maintain your crumbling composure.

"I'm serious, Hazel," you had begun to whisper. Why had you begun to whisper?

"I don't wanna have to stitch you up every time-"

As soon as the gauze was plastered onto her cheek, Hazel's head was already melting into your chest, nuzzling at your open cleavage exposed by your Pastel v-neck as she says, "God, I love it when you mommy me,"

"H-Hazel," any warning you tried to inject into your tone gets fizzled out by the embarrassing moan that escaped your lips as Hazel's teeth dragged lightly against the skin of your chest. Her hands were restless, as if she was testing herself as to how far she'd allow herself to go so quickly.

You suck in so much air as Hazel's palm cradles the inside of your thigh and because you're cross legged, closing your legs is nearly impossible. "Fuck, I'm so turned on, right now," her voice cracks as she brings her face up from your boobs. Pressing a hand to your cheek, she tries and fails to bring your lips towards hers.

Hazel frowns as you say,

"You think it makes me feel good seeing you like this?"

You ignore the budding voice in your head echoing the loud and very obnoxious 'yes, yes you do like seeing her like this. You like seeing that reckless smile blossom onto her cracked and battered face. It gets you wet and you know it does-'

But your voice is full of fragile conviction as you say, "You think I like seeing my girlfriend beaten up everyday of the week?"

Hazel blinks once before she succinctly replies, "If I put my hands up your skirt right now, am I gonna find you wet?" An entire desert ecosystem is suddenly born inside your mouth, and you swallow thickly as your eyes evade Hazel's uncomplicated, piercing gaze. She tilts her head, smiles gone, simply waiting for your response.

"Do you want me to tell you what I think?" She asks before steadily closing the distance between you once more. Only, you're so terrified of being caught out, so utterly embarrassed at the thought of her finding out about the pool of wetness that had begun soaking completely through your panties, that you back away the closer she gets. Your slinking backwards only allows Hazel to crawl closer until she's hovering above you in the centre of her bed.

You have her undivided attention, and she has yours. Your eyes recklessly scans her face, every cut, laceration, and every old bruise buried under a new one has your lips turning downward as a small, almost imperceptible whimper forces itself out of your throat.

"There she is…" Hazel whispers with a palm cradling your cheek, "There's my needy little girl," You're quickly slipping into subspace right in front of her and Hazel is more than grateful. A single silver pendant dangles from her throat as she dips down, finally connecting your lips in a quietly passionate kiss. Your eyes immediately flutter shut, and so does hers. The both of you are utterly enamored by the sheer lust communicated by the intensity of the kiss alone.

"Fuck," Hazel curses, momentarily breaking apart to peel off her oversized graphic tee. You're watching your girlfriend in her sports bra with unbridled lust shining heavily on your pouty lips.

"Tell me you're wet for me," She says, "Please, Baby."

You're slipping deeper and deeper but you still have half a mind to lightly whisper, "Hazel, they're right downstairs-" She's already crashing her lips back down onto yours.

"Tell me you're wet for me," She murmurs against your lips, never being able to stray too far.

The hand that isn't holding her up, hovering above you, is once again, underneath your skirts, only this time, the tips of her fingers are dragging up against your inner thigh with no chance of stopping.

"Fuck, Hazel,"

"Is that supposed to be an answer?"

You're already pulling your own hips off the bed, seeking her hand out like a whore as you break the kiss only to whimper, "Yes, okay, fine! I'm so wet for you, Hazel- just, please!"

She watches completely fargone as you let your soaked panties meet her awaiting palm. Watching you grind yourself against her hand has Hazel's mind absolutely descending into lust.

"God, you're so beautiful," she says, before finally pressing her own hand against your soaked panties. She rubs in harsh, rough circles, eager to bring you to the very edge of insanity. She needed to see you fall apart for her again and again-

"Inside," You whisper, watching your girlfriend rub your cunt with bated breath. You're still wearing your skirt but you figure Hazel needs to fuck you in it to fulfil some sort of fantasy and you don't entirely mind. Not at all.

"Hazel, Please. I need you inside-"

"Fuck- you're such a slut-"

Your head immediately falls back against the bed as Hazel's movements against your soaked panties increases.

"You like it when I call you a slut, baby?" Your hips stutter upwards in vague response as you moan loudly into the air.

"Fuck- Hazel, I'm close- I'm so fucking- fuck," the orgasm sneaks up on you like a villain in the night and you're spamming underneath her, while Hazel continues to rub your cunt through the torrid sensation. Before you've ever even come down from your high, there's a knock on the door, and look towards it with slightly parted lips and blurry vision.

"Hey- you have no more soup, and I think you two are fucking in there so Josie and I are just gonna g-"

"Fuck off, PJ!" Hazel screams at the door, failing to hear the small little 'Okay, rude' before she's lifting your skirt until they're pooling at your hips.

"Hazel, what're you-"

"Another one, okay?" She nods encouragingly before shifting your panties aside and pressing the colds tips of her forefinger and middle finger against your soaked cunt. "You're going to give me another one. I wanna see if I can do it."

You can't even roll your eyes at her unnecessary display of pride because your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as she drags the essence of your arousal along your clit. "Fuck, you look so hot-"

"H-Hazel," the aftershocks from your previous orgasm rack through your upper body just as the oncoming tempest of lust gears you up for the next one. Hazel leans over you once more as she continues to rub at your clit, "Just one more, baby, I know you can do it. Show me, baby." It's downright evil, the effect her manipulation has on your body as you descend further and further into your lust.

"Look at how perfect you look," she says with a voice thick with lechery, "Fuck, you get me so wet to, baby," she murmurs before instinctive pressing her lips to yours once again, as if something nestled in her being, craved the touch of your lips against hers.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Fuck- Hazel-"

"I'm right here, angel," she whispers, before bringing the tips of her fingers to your opening. Hazel is quick to slide her index and middle finger into your pussy until she's fucking you hard and deep. It takes a few short pumps for you to clutch mindlessly at her forearms with your vision slightly waning as you look up at your smiling girlfriend who watches you descend into your orgasm.

"That's it," she coos as you clench around her fingers, "You're doing so well for me, baby,"

"F-Fuck!" You stutter out as you fall into the depths of euphoria. Your mind is flooded with nothing but Hazel, all thoughts previously plaguing your brain is made null and void. In the end, you're just a beacon for her to release her frustrations out on. Even if it means overstimulating you until you become a noisy, helpless mess.

For a while, each other's heavy breathing is all you hear.

That is, until you hear a loud bump against Hazel's closed door, drawing both your attention.

"PJ-" whispers Josie with unimaginable frustration.

"Oh my God, they're definitely fucking-"

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st4r-b3rries · 6 months

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puhlease PLEASE a hazel callahan fic takşng place after the movie when hazel thought the kiss was special but PJ is treating her the same so hazel tries to make PJ jealous with y/n but they actually start having feelings (at first passionate) towards each other????????

FEELING'S AREN'T FAKE

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plot: fake dating never works but sometimes it does just in different ways

warnings: light angst, nothing too serious, r is a cheerleader but that doesn't really affect the story!

word count: 1.8k

notes: sorry this took so long to get out but I'm a little burnt out rn! hope you like this anon🫶🏼

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after hazel and PJs kiss, hazel thought that something was there, she tried hanging out more with PJ, but she would just pushed away and end up getting hurt. one lonely night hazel had the bright idea that maybe she could try and make PJ jealous, of course it was a dumb idea but at this point it was all she had.

she opened your contact and sent you a short message proposing the plan

'hey I know it's late but I'm trying to make PJ jealous so I was thinking we could fake date for a while, you down?'

of course she rewrote the message a couple times but when she got it down she nervously pressed send. a half hour later she got your confirmation

'sure, make it simple please I don't wanna waste too much if me time on this'

she smiled at your message excited for tomorrow, trying to go to bed all she could think about was PJ, how she would finally get to be with her, after years of waiting.

you sat on your bed and typed on your computer trying to finish up an essay do tomorrow, but you kept getting distracted by the thought of fake dating hazel, after a long 40 minutes of homework you closed your computer and put on some comfortable clothes. laying in bed you turned over and shut your eyes all of your thoughts just being about hazel

you walked onto school campus and saw hazel sitting on a bench reading something in a small book, 'i wonder what she's reading' you furrowed your brows and started walked over to her, 'hey!' you shouted to her, she quickly looked up and waved at you, you sat down next to her and she closed her little book, 'whatcha reading?' you questioned, 'uhm...she drives me crazy' you nodded, 'okay so what's the plan stan' she chuckled at your lame attempt of a joke and turned her head to you.

'so were just gonna act like we're dating, so hug and flirt and hold hands, all that gross shit, and hopefully PJ will get jealous' she said with a look on her face insinuating she was a very proud of her plan, you nodded and stood back up, 'sounds great to me, I gotta get to class so I'll see you later' you waved and grabbed your bag, 'wait!' hazel said a little too loud, you perked your head up at her, 'shouldn't we go in...together?' she suggested in a nervous tone

'oh shit yeah you're right' you stuck out your hand for her to grab on to, she took your hand and you started walking side by side, you entered the hall and people already turned they're heads to look at you two, I mean it is pretty weird seeing a cheerleader and a total nobody date, you got to hazel's locker and you leaned against against the a near wall, out of the corner of your eyes you saw PJ and Josie walking towards you

'pj and Josie are coming over here' you whispered to hazel, she turned around and shut her locker, a couple seconds later they stood right in front of you, the weird thing is that you had never actually talked to them, so now that you "dating" they're friend you would have to, talking to the girl your crush fake girlfriend is in love with was not on your bucket list. as they started talking you zoned out mid conversation, they talk about such boring stuff, how were you supposed to keep up?

next thing you heard was the loud bell ring, you saw that they had left and now it was just you and hazel, and of course the swarm of students late to class. hazel unexpectedly grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd, you both got to class in time, kinda. the boring school hours past by fast and as soon as you knew it was lunch, you thought you would sit down with your friends like you do everyday, but that was before you were pulled to a table in the corner of the cafeteria with hazel and the rest of the fight club.

as they talked you felt hazel's hand snake around your waist, you felt you face get hot but you continued eating, after an excruciating hour of listening to them talk as hazel moved her hand from your waist, to hips your to shoulder to your thigh, it was finally time to leave you packed everything up and sped out of the cafeteria, hazel catched up to you and walked with you out of school. you both sat down at the same bench from this morning

'so did I do good as a fake girlfriend?' she questioned with a cocky grin on her face, you rolled your eyes and turned your head to face her, sure having her as your fake girlfriend was gonna be nice but what if you catched even more feelings? what if her and PJ actually get together and you're just left alone again. 'you did pretty good' you said leaning against the back of the bench, you smiled and immediately started talking about the rest of the plan.

it has been 2 weeks of the fake dating and it really seemed like PJ didn't care, but tonight there was a big party at Isabel's, hazel thought it was perfect opportunity to make PJ "jealous". you decided to get ready together like a cute couple,hazel wore some simple baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, she almost looked like a frat guy, you chose what you usually wear to party's, nothing to flashy but nothing too simple.

when you got there it was loud and already smelled like BO and alcohol, you sat down on a couch with hazel by your side, she put her arm around your shoulder and you stiffed up, still not used to her touch. almost the whole party you say right there, getting up a couple time's to go to the bathroom, when the party died down, Isabel came out from the kitchen with an empty beer bottle, 'what are we 12!' PJ shouted, you chuckled and sat down next to Josie I'm the big circle of people

Isabel spinned the bottle and it landed on Josie, you could see Isabel blush and Josie had a nervous look on her face as they entered the small downstairs bathroom, after was felt like a life time someone yelled, 'seven minutes is up' you heard the door unlock before Isabel came out with a very visible hickey on her neck, some people gasped and others laughed, they sat back down and now it was Pj's turn, she spinned the empty bottle and it landed on, hazel.

hazel tired to hide her smile and she looked over to you, 'aren't you guys dating?' PJ looked at hazel then you, you opened your mouth to say maybe it was better if she re spinned, but before you could hazel spoke up, 'no it's okay, I mean it's just a dumb kids game right?' hazel looked at you trying to indicate that she really wanted to do this, you looked at the ground for a second before agreeing with her, some guy patted your shoulder and called you a 'chill girlfriend' you let out your best fake laugh and put your knees to your chest

meanwhile the scene of hazel and PJ in the bathroom was to say the least very awkward, 'so do we kiss?' hazel anxiously asked, PJ nodded and moved closer to her trying to make things more natural, hazel cupped PJs face and brought her lips to hers, she finally kissed PJ, after years of waiting she finally did it and she felt, nothing. absolutely nothing, she bearly even kissed back, you got up and told your friends you needed a drink and somehow they believed you, you walked into the kitchen grabbed your purse and left that god awful party, you didn't even think about saying goodbye because if you did you would have to watch them come out of that bathroom and see the start of they're relationship

hazel unlocked the door early and people were confused, 'you have to do seven minutes not three!' Sylvie shouted and people agreed, hazel noticed you weren't there and got worried, 'c'mon guys we're not middle schoolers and where's my girlfriend?' she shouted back, 'oh I think she left' some guy slurred clearly intoxicated, hazel grabbed her phone and said goodbye to everyone and that she was going to find you. what she didn't know was that you were already home by the time she had left, she urgently called you trying to understand where you were so you could talk

after 5 missed calls you finally picked up, 'where are you?' she said through the phone, 'home' you responded dryly, she let out a sigh of relief and started walking to your house still on the phone with you, 'why did you leave?' you thought about actually telling her why but the you remembered you actually dating, 'i was tired' she scoffed as she finally saw your house through the dark, 'open your front door please' she stood waiting impatiently for you, 'are you outside my house?'

you said walking down your stairs, 'yes just please open up it's cold' she hung up, you put your phone down and opened up your front door, you looked hazel up and down and saw no hickey, weird. you moved from the door and she stepped in, she shut the door behind her, you quickly grabbed her hand and took her to your room, she had never actually been in your room, you had been at her house but she'd never been to yours, you closed the door and say down on your bed next to her

'so why do you wanna talk haze?' she sighed and looked you straight in your eyes, 'i don't think I like PJ' she confessed, your eyes widened, had you done this whole plan for nothing, had you hurt yourself...for nothing? 'okay then who do you like? I'm not going to go through this plan another time just with a different person, I really hope you know that' you said in a frustrated tone, she moved closer to you and put her hand on your thigh, 'what the fuck was she doing?' you questioned to yourself

she just responded by crashing her lips with yours, at first you were taken aback, very taken aback, but then you felt how soft her lips were and how passionate and pure this moment was, you quickly kissed back and moved yourself closer to her, she dragged out the kiss for a couple more seconds before pulled away. you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, she laughed with you and pulled you into a tight hug.

'i love you' she mumbled into your shoulder, you sighed and kissed the side her neck, 'i love you too' you mumbled back.

#luci’s recs <3

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st4r-b3rries · 7 months

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you’re making me nervous abigail

#luci’s shitposts

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st4r-b3rries · 7 months

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quick fix

contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: in which joel and jerry have a constant rivalry with their contracting businesses. as a result, you’ve had to abide by your dad’s rule to stay away from jerry’s daughter, abby. you follow along at first, but when your TV stops working on the day you’re hosting a movie night, you might have to break that rule.

- content: smut MDNI, porn with plot, no outbreak/modern au, texas living, no sarah, joel & jerry are both alive (he’s not a doctor in this), contractor/engineer!abby (women in stem 🔛🔝), reader has a business degree, family and work drama, oral & fingering (r!receiving), squirting, kinda softdom!abby, reader and abby almost getting caught, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

- author’s note: i’ve been wanting to do an abby fic with this specific pairing for a while now so i hope y’all like it! if this one goes well i might make a second part to it.

Your father was never the competitive type when it came to his job. Joel’s been known to be a humble person while still taking pride in his hard work. In all fairness, he did spend so many years of his life forming one of the biggest contracting companies in Texas alongside with his brother, and ever since you were a kid, you’ve wanted to take part in it as well. Business was running perfectly for your dad, he felt like everything was going according to plan every single day.

That is…until about four years ago, when a contractor from Washington moves into your neighborhood with his daughter with the intention of expanding his company to a second state. Joel didn’t think of anything at first when this happened. Texas is known to be one of the best states for business, he completely understood the other man’s intentions to come reside over here.

However, things started to go downhill a couple of weeks after the father-daughter pair moved in. You were at work with your dad doing customer calls for him. Things were going good so far until the phone began to ring from your end. You reach over to your desk and pick up the phone, holding it up to your ear.

“Miller Contracting, how can I help you?” You greeted into the phone. “You’d like to speak with Joel?“ Your dad was in the same room as you, working on some blueprints, lifting his head up towards your direction once he had heard his name. You had done the same, motioning for him to come over. “Yeah…Yeah I can put him on with you.” He was now by your side by the time you finished that sentence, taking the phone from your hands and answering it. “Miller Contracting, this is Joel.” he addressed into the phone, turning around so he’s slightly leaning back onto the edge of the desk.

“Mr. Jones! I was just workin’ on the blueprints for the project you wanted—wait, what?”

You remained seated at your desk next to your dad as the conversation kept going, seeing his expression change completely over what the client was telling him. You were even able to hear what the client had said through the receiver of the phone:

“I’m sorry Joel, but we’ve decided to go with Anderson Contracting to work on the project for us…We’ve heard so many good things about Jerry’s work in Seattle, and we really want what’s best for—“

Your dad didn’t even let the man finish his sentence as he immediately hung up the phone. You could tell that he was already fuming after finding out what had just happened. He was totally fine with Jerry settling here with his company, as long as he’d find his own fucking clients to work with instead of stealing his. Joel knew at that moment that in order to prevent himself from losing any more clients, he needed to take action. Ever since that day, he’s had a four year long rivalry with the other contractor, both of them making the attempts to see who can not only get the most clients, but also the best ones to work with.

Fast forward to today, and you’ve graduated from college this year with a degree in business administration, now dedicating yourself full time in helping out with your father’s contracting company. And as you’d expect, Jerry Anderson, the man your dad refers to as his competition remains living across the street from you with his daughter Abigail, who also stuck with the same plan as you after graduating college in terms of helping out her dad with his company as well. But given the bad blood that your dads have with each other, you two had to abide by their rule to not be anywhere near each other.

“Listen to me sweetheart, you stay away from Anderson’s kid, alright? Her daddy can take away as many clients as he wants, but I sure as hell ain’t letting his daughter take you away from me.”

“Abby, I don’t care who you end up with, as long as it’s not with Joel Miller’s daughter. Can you promise me that?”

And so you both did. For four years and counting, you and Abby have made the efforts to stay as far away from each other despite how difficult it may have been for you both.

However, you might have to be the one to break that streak when your living room TV stops working.

“So you’re sayin’ that it just won’t turn on?” Your dad asked you through the phone.

“Yeah…I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” You replied, pressing the on button of the TV remote again. You could see the little red light flashing on the remote, but the TV still wouldn’t budge.

“Did ya try flippin’ the breaker outside?”

“No…everything else in the house is working except the TV…I think something’s just wrong with the outlet that’s it’s plugged into. Do you think you can try to come by for a moment and fix it?”

You heard your dad let out a sigh through the phone. You already knew what he was going to say next.

“M’sorry sweetie, but I’ve been so caught up at work today…been trying to perfect a project for this client lately. N’ I don’t want Anderson to try n’ steal this one from me. I’ll try n’ see if I can stop by real quick durin’ my break, alright?”

“Yeah, I get it…I’ll just…try and wait til you get home. Love you dad.”

You sighed as you hung up the phone, completely helpless. It could’ve been any other day where the TV stops working and you wouldn’t really care about it. But today you were hosting a movie night with your girlfriends. You took the day off from work ahead of time to prepare and had already spent the past hour making a large charcuterie board that was currently taking up space in the fridge. You had been planning this movie night for weeks with your friend group only for it to possibly get canceled.

All because the stupid TV wasn’t working.

You looked back down at your phone, opening the group chat with your friend group to break the news to them. As your fingers hovered over the keyboard, an idea came upon your midst. You turned around to look through the window, eyeing the cream colored house that stood across from yours.

Now, at this very moment you have two options:

You could tell your friends that movie night will be postponed, and wait for your dad to come back from work to fix the TV outlet.

Or…

You could make the attempt to cross the street and ask Abigail Anderson, the girl you’ve been keeping yourself away from for over four years per your dad’s request, to come by and fix the outlet for you.

For some reason, part of you was leaning towards the second option. Except you really didn’t want to break your dad’s promise.

But then again…Abby does have a lot of experience with the actual hands on work in contracting. After all, she did graduate at the top of the class just like you, except with a degree in civil engineering instead. Not to mention she has her contractor’s license just like her dad and yours. Fixing an electrical outlet should be a piece of cake for her.

You hesitate for a moment, pacing around your living room as you try and gather the courage to leave the house and cross the street. This task shouldn’t take long…it’s just a quick fix, right?

Walking over to the front door, you take a deep breath and step outside, making sure to lock your door in case anything happens before crossing the street. Once you approach the driveway of her house, you see the two Ford pickup trucks parked outside. This meant that both Abby and her father were home right now.

You make it to the front door of Abby’s house, and hesitate once again before ringing the bell. You pray silently to yourself that it’ll be her answering the door, and not her dad. Once the door opens, you look up to your prayers being answered as she stands right in front of you, her eyes widening in shock once she sees you.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” she exclaims, trying to keep her own voice down to not get her father’s attention.

“Look, I know we’re supposed to be away from each other, But I really need your help.” You let out a sigh before continuing your explanation. “The outlet in my TV isn’t working, and I need it to be ready for a movie night that I’m hosting this evening… but my dad’s been too busy at work to stop by and fix it…could you please fix it for me?”

Abby shook her head in response. “I’m not even supposed to be talking to you right now, let alone be inside your house. Can’t you just call an electrician or something?”

Damn, why didn’t you think of that as an option? Could it be because you wanted Abby to be the one fixing the outlet for you instead of some random guy? Probably….

You shook your head, trying to come up with an excuse on the spot. “These electricians take forever to arrive, and my friends will be here any minute now. Please…? It should just be a quick fix….”

Abby opened her mouth to say something before she was interrupted by the sound of her father calling her from inside.

“Abby! Who’s at the door?”

“Shit…” she muttered, quickly looking over her shoulder before back at you. “Okay, I’ll do it…just stay there for a moment.” She briefly closed the door before soon returning after a couple minutes, now with her tool belt wrapped around her cargo pants. “I had to tell him it was Manny…you know that my dad doesn’t want me to be seen with you.” she said in a slightly stern tone as both of you began to cross the street to your house. Once the two of you arrive at your place, you look both ways, making sure no one else was seeing you two together before unlocking the door and stepping inside, Abby soon following after and closing the door behind her.

“The outlet’s over here…” You walk over to where the TV was, and push the display table away from the wall, revealing the hidden outlet that needed fixing. Abby stepped past you to get to the broken outlet and got down on one knee, already getting to work as she began to unscrew the plate. “This shouldn’t take me more than ten minutes. I’ll let you know when I’m finished.” You nod in response, heading over to the kitchen to set the table for when your friends arrive.

Those ten minutes fly by like thirty seconds, and you can already hear the sound of the TV playing from the kitchen. You enter the living room to see Abby flipping through the channels on the TV, making sure that everything’s working perfectly before handing you the remote.

“Thank you so much, Abby…” You turn the TV off and set the remote on the display table next to you before looking back at her. “I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem…” There’s now a brief moment of silence between you two. You notice her looking out the window and eyeing at her house. “I should uh, get going now…” She tells you this, but she doesn’t move. For some reason…Abby didn’t want to leave just yet. And you didn’t want her to either.

Noticing this, you start to feel a sense of boldness spike through and take a step towards her direction. “Do you think that…you could stay just a little longer?” Abby then turns her head and looks down to face you, noticing that you were just inches away from her now. The two of you realize that this is the longest amount of time you’ve spent together, and this is the closest you two are to each other right now. Who knows when this could happen again…Might as well take advantage of the time, right?

Abby doesn’t even respond to your question. Instead she takes the risk and leans into you, enclosing your lips with hers into a kiss. You can’t help but kiss her back and grab at the collar of her open muscle tank, pulling her closer to you. By instinct, Abby brings her hands down to the back of your thighs and signals you to jump. Once you do, she gets a grip on each of your legs as you wrap them around her waist. Abby brings you over to the couch and slowly sets you down before parting her lips away from yours and bringing her head down to kiss at your neck, causing you to whimper at her touch.

“Look at you…I’m barely even touching you and you’re already so desperate for me…” she murmurs in between kisses. “I wonder what your dad would think…knowing that his precious daughter is with me right now…”

Abby was right about that. What would your dad think of you right now? You promised him that you’d stay away from the daughter of the man that was competing with him and his business. And now she’s in your house, in your living room, planting kisses all over your body and marking you as hers.

All because you couldn’t wait for the TV to get fixed.

But was it really because you couldn’t wait for the TV to get fixed? Or because you couldn’t wait for Abby to fix the arousal that was starting to form in between your legs?

You snap yourself out of your thoughts once you feel Abby’s hands trailing down your body and stopping once they reach the hem of your shirt. She grabs onto it and pulls herself away to take it off of you, tossing it to the side once it’s off of your head. You reach over and do the same with her open muscle tank and remove it off of her before she goes back in to kiss at your exposed chest. But then…she stops. Why was she stopping?

You give her a confused expression as she pulls away to look at you, her blue eyes piercing through yours. “Listen…I’d be lying right now if I said I didn’t want to be doing this. I’ve been wanting you ever since I first saw you from across the street.” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “But I need you to tell me, right now…Tell me you want this, and if you don’t, I promise I’ll leave and won’t come near you again.”

You were shocked over what Abby had just admitted to you. But then again, you understood why she would tell you this. This is by far the closest and most intimate you’ve ever been with her, and she didn’t want to go overboard or past your boundaries. She needed the green light. She was seeking the reassurance from you. She wanted to know if you were okay with this, because you both were about to break the rules, and there’s no turning back once it’s done.

But little did she know that you’ve been wanting the same thing. You’ve been wanting Abby in the same way she’s been wanting you. Hell, you’ve even touched yourself at night before with her on your mind. But she doesn’t need to know that. Instead, you just shake your head and grab onto her broad shoulders, pulling her in towards you for another kiss. “I want this, Abby, please…you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen.”

And before you know it, she’s stripped you from the rest of your clothes until you were just in your underwear. Abby was completely taken aback by the sight of you right now. “God…you’re so beautiful…” She mutters out as she begins to kneel down in front of you. “It should be a crime to keep this away from me.”

All you could do at this point was whine in response. The ache that was growing in between your legs was making it so difficult for you to even comprehend what Abby was saying to you right now. You desperately needed her to alleviate that feeling.

“Abby…p-please…need you so bad…”

You heard the blonde let out a chuckle in response. “I know baby, I know…Let’s see what I’m working with, yeah?” She then reaches up to your waist and grabs at the band of your underwear removing it off of you in one pull before spreading your legs open, revealing your pussy to her. The view that was in front of her right now was a sight for sore eyes. You were completely soaked for her, she could easily see the wetness gushing out of your pussy and trailing itself down to the leather of the couch. You tried to hold back a moan as you felt Abby’s fingers gently press against your folds and slowly spread them open to get a better look.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…is this really all for me?” She asks in surprise, looking up at you. You nodded in response. “It’s all for you Abs, please….need you to fix this…”

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll fix it for you.” she murmurs in response as she begins to scatter more kisses on your inner thighs, slowly inching her face closer to your heat. “I’ll make it all better for you, yeah?” And with that she begins to insert one of her fingers into your tight pussy, causing another whimper to escape from your mouth. You were so wet for her that she was easily able to slide her finger into you without struggling. It didn’t take long for her to slide a second finger in. “Atta girl…you’re taking my fingers so well…I wish I could’ve fixed this a lot sooner.” Abby then leans in and wraps her lips around your throbbing clit, not stopping the movements of her fingers.

You grab onto the armrest once you feel the sensation of her mouth on your clit. Her fingers were curling themselves into your cunt so hard that it’s practically causing friction in your g spot. Feeling heavy in your head, you slowly bring it down to see the sight of her beneath you. You spread your legs out a little more to give Abby some room, with your right leg hooking itself over the armrest of the couch. She’s been so fixated on eating out your cunt that the movement slightly startles her a bit. With her mouth still sucking onto your clit she looks up at you once again and you could’ve sworn that her fucking pupils just dilated. Abby was getting completely drunk on your pussy, and you were getting drunk from the overstimulation she was giving you.

You feel Abby’s mouth briefly remove itself from your clit, quickly replacing it with her thumb to keep you stimulated. She then brought herself up to tend to one of your tits, gently kissing and biting onto it as she continued to finger your cunt senselessly. It came to the point where the all of contact that Abby was giving you right now was slowly starting to consume you. Your pussy began to clench and contract around Abby’s thick fingers, indicating that you were starting to get close. She immediately noticed and took her mouth off of your breast, and went back down to your needy cunt to finish you off.

“Abby…” you moan out to her, your voice getting tense. “I-I’m getting close.”

“I know you are, angel. I’m gonna help you get there, yeah?” She tells you reassuringly as she presses her free hand onto your lower stomach. “Just ride my fingers out for me, baby, just like that.”

Abby then brings her mouth back to your swollen clit as she speeds the pace of her fingers. You follow her instructions and grind your hips against them, desperately trying to approach your climax.

However, you start to get an unusual feeling deep in the pit of your stomach as you began to get closer. The pressure was more intense than what you’re used to, for some reason it didn’t feel right. You felt like your body was on fire.

This led you to tell Abby to stop right at the last minute. “W-Wait, Abby, stop I— Fuck!”

But it was too late. Your body already did its deed before the words could get through your mouth. Your cunt pulsed hard against her fingers before going completely overboard on its climax. You throw your head back in pleasure and shut your eyes, whines and whimpers escaping your mouth as you cum all over Abby’s mouth and fingers. Her fingers soon start slowing it’s pace right after. She then removes her mouth and fingers from your pussy, gently stroking your trembling thighs as you slowly recover from your climax.

“Fuck, Abby…that was—“ You slowly tilt your head back down and open your eyes, only to be shocked by the sight of the blonde in front of you, completely drenched in your release. “Oh my God…Did I just…”

She nodded in response, wiping the bottom of her chin with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I think you did…”

You start to feel your face heat up in embarrassment and completely avert your gaze from her. “I’m so sorry Abs…I-I didn’t even know I could do that…” She only shook her head in response. leaning in to give you a another kiss, which allowed you to taste a bit of yourself on her lips. “Don’t you dare apologize. You did so good for me.” Abby then brought her gaze down to your cunt, still twitching after it’s intense orgasm. She gently ran two fingers down to pick up the rest of your release before bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean. “This was definitely worth the wait.”

You let out a giggle in response before leaning in to give her another kiss. “You were definitely worth the wait for me.”

Abby smiled back at you, before noticing something at the corner of her eye. She looked out through the window, her eyes widening in shock at what came across her vision.

“Oh shit…Isn’t that Joel’s truck?”

You quickly turned turned your head around to see your dad’s truck passing through the roundabout of the neighborhood. It looks like he was able to stop by from work after all. “Oh my God, I completely forgot I told him about the outlet.” You look over to Abby and began to pick up your discarded clothes from the ground. “You need to go, now before my dad sees you.”

The two of you scramble around the living room for each other’s clothes, quickly dressing yourselves again. You then sprint over to the kitchen to get a rag before coming back to the living room to wipe what was left of your release off of the couch. Once you do, you look up to see your dad’s truck now parked in the driveway. Thank God he was still sitting there and on his phone, probably talking a client out of doing business with Abby’s dad. You then look over to her, now fully dressed. “Come with me, I’ll take you out though the back.” You grab her hand and bring her outside to the backyard, opening the back fence for her. “Just go out through the left and cross the street, that way it won’t look suspicious.” She nodded in response, quickly turning back to briefly kiss you on the lips before heading out. This gave you the feeling that it wasn’t going to be the last time that this would happen.

But for now you felt a wave of relief wash through you. As Abby began to head back home you closed the fence and went back inside, only to hear the sound of the front door opening and your dad’s footsteps entering the house.

“Hey kiddo, m’home!” You heard him call out. “Was able to stop by real quick from work to check on the TV. Is it still not workin’?”

Well, Abby might be out of your hands, but now you’ve encountered a new dilemma: trying to explain to your dad how the TV got fixed.

author’s note: i pray that this doesn’t flop 🙏🏻

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what about neighbor!ellie? — headcanons

miscellaneous neighbor!ellie thoughts while i brainstorm. enjoy <3

• i imagine ellie and you are neighbors in a huge apartment complex, you live below her and she has a balcony where she smokes weed like every day

• ellie is the type of neighbor to romanticize interactions she has with you; unlike abby, who has a clear dislike towards her neighbor, ellie will put up with anything you do. you could blow up the apartment complex and she’d call dina and be like “lol guess what my cute neighbor just did? :’D”

• orders sooooo much fast food. she can’t help it! she gets munchies whenever she smokes. if you bring her a warm, homemade meal she will MELT !!! it feeds into her wifing you up fantasy where you cook and she goes to her 9-5 to provide for u. horribly cheesy. someone help her

• her apartment is full of posters. bands, animals she thinks are cool, her favorite dinosaurs. her sheets are a plain forest green, she leaves dirty plates everywhere.

• she enjoys a good weighted blanket, funny mugs, those ugly grandpa slippers (iykyk), dino nuggets. always stocked up on sweets. never stocked up on period products (she just forgets, would cry if you brought her a lil basket with period products and sweets)

• lurks. a serial lurker. wants to know if your house appliances need fixing (if they do, she’s swooping in with a toolbox she ‘borrowed’ from joel to save the day), wants to see what you like, basically she’s looking for an excuse to start a conversation with you

• fails to start a conversation every single time. she ends up leaving her phone number under your doormat, praying you’d find it. surprisingly, it took you a few days to find it and you texted her.

• neighbor!ellie is defo the type to be all bark and no bite, she’ll send you flirty messages HOURLY, and then when she hears your flustered squeal through the thin walls she’ll tease you even more.

• but when she sees you in the hallways, or god forbid, the elevator? she’s a stuttering, blushing mess of dodgy eyes and awkward laughs. the close proximity makes her nervous, the smell of your perfume and how warm you are might be too much for her. can’t stay sane when she sees you.

• hasn’t brought any girls over since you moved in. what can i say? she’s stupidly loyal.

• ellie wishes she could just move in with you already! whines to dina on the phone about how she’s in love and how you’re her soulmate. she’s done everything in her power to make you fall in love with her (she was just saying ‘hi’ in the lobby), so why wasn’t it working?!

• little does ellie know, you’re eavesdropping on her very loud nightly phone calls, smiling to yourself as you plan your first date and how you’re going to ask the useless lesbian out.

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at this point their fingers inside me ain't enough, gimme the whole damn fists and shove them so far up my pussy, i can feel them rearranging my guts.

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I want her to pin me down against the bed and slam her fingers into me. I want her to overstimulate me until I'm crying and begging her to stop. I want her to slap my face and pull my hair and then take care of me during aftercare. I want her to pull me to her chest and stroke my back. I want her to massage my sore body. I want her to cuddle me until I fall asleep in her arms

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no bc why does ellie give off older brother’s sorta meanish friend who’s always teasing you ….

mean older brother’s friend ellie hc’s ☁️

cw: smut, mentions of alcohol

♡ mean!bbf ellie who’s introduction to you isn’t a nice or comfortable one. it's rather... bizarre. you had just finished showering, your hair still fully wet, tiny droplets of water flowing down your body. you leave the bathroom in a tiny towel, mindless as ever because this is your house, and as soon as you open the door, she just stands there. she was literally about to walk in, probably to pee or something, and she fucking startles you because who the hell is this absolute converse wearing, messy auburn haired stranger standing in front of your door?!

your parents may have told you something about your brother coming home from college for the holidays… perhaps with a certain girl this time, and you were just happy he finally got a girlfriend, or something. when you see her… yeah. thats definitely not his girlfriend. she’s so… i mean, you get it. she doesn’t look like someone who’d be into his type.

you huff out a small squeal when you’re startled by the absolute stranger, and she seems to be completely unbothered, although… her eyes wander down for a second before she catches your gaze. “who the fuck are you?” you gasp, and automatically hold the towel with a tighter grip to your body, since it almost fell off completely when you lifted your hands up out of pure panic. “ellie” she says with a smirk. she brings her hand forward to form a handshake, clearly aware that if you lifted your hand up, the towel will completely fall down. when you hold the fabric even tighter, she sighs, and places her hand back in her pocket. “are you my brother’s girlfriend?” you question, and she looks at you like you’re so fucking dumb. “do i look… like your brothers girlfriend?”

♡ mean!bbf ellie who decides that fucking with you is the funniest thing on earth, since ticking you off and making you go completely mad seems to be too easy, and one day when you have a simple dinner, just you, ellie and your brother— (since your parents maybe… went off to visit some relatives for the night) they have a conversation and she seems to completely ignore you, and he obviously does too. when they talk about something apparently “hilarious” that happened in college, a dumb thing a guy said during a lecture— as you play with your fork, squishing the food down on the plate, you decide to butt in on the conversation.

“something exactly like that happened in one of my cla—“ you quip, and ellie fully side eyes you and huffs under her breath. when she sees you stutter on your words since that look was so mean, she mocks you completely.

“my class— i mean, one t—ti”

“t—t t- what… you can’t talk?” she smirks, and tilts her head to the side. then, ellie immediately looks over to your brother and sighs. “didn’t know your sister had a stuttering problem”.

he giggles like an idiot and they immediately move on to a different topic, leaving you completely embarrassed, hot in the face and incredibly famished. you can't even eat— what if she says you chew funny.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who plays the stupidest, meanest pranks on you. they vary from hiding on the other side of the door and jumping on you with a terrifying scream, to replacing the sugar with salt in your tea like a literal 12 year old. ellie cant help but grow obsessed with how loud you yell and how your eyes pop out of your head, stomping your feet on the floor whenever you’re pissed at her. something about the way you snicker and tell her that you wish she returned to her stupid college already, the way you add an “ellieuhhhh” to the end of every sentence really just satisfies her deeply, for some reason she doesn’t… fully get yet.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who plays soccer with your brother in the yard, all sweaty with her bangs sticking to her forehead, dressed in basketball shorts and a stupidly tight tank top that make her stupidly tight abs pop out because she’s so stupidly damp with sweat, and you’re staring out of the window of your room like a creep. you’d usually rather not join because she has made it very clear that she doesn’t want to be around you unless you’re squirming or growing absolutely embarrassed. unfortunately, you’re so freaking bored and the weather outside truly is so nice— barely cloudy, the grass shining green and— fuck it. you pace downstairs, and stand stupidly still in the yard for a moment, before you gain the courage to ask if you can join. ellie obviously doesn’t want you on her team (she’d much rather humiliate you by taking the ball out of your feet at any given chance) so your brother has to take you in. you skip around the living room to put on some sneakers and when you join— it’s on. clearly, it’s not a proper game of soccer with only three players, but it’s their own version of it, and their own version is incredibly aggressive. all they do is yell at each other and elbow one another in order to keep away from the ball, and once you magically have it intertwined between your legs (your brother had finally passed it to you after literally begging for ten whole minutes) ellie makes sure to run as fast as she can, kick it violently out of your legs (that is definitely a foul, red card for ellie) and swiftly nudge you so that you fall on the grass with your nose bumping into it’s softness. she moves to stand right above you, towering over your body completely, and she's laughing her lungs out. she moves to the side to cover the sun from glowing directly in your eyes, just to force you to look into her and see how happy she is to humiliate you again. you’re absolutely pissed now, so you push your legs forward and kick her right back— she falls over you, her chest right on top of yours.

she’s heaving and panting, and you swear you could almost taste the sweat slowly leaking on her forehead. the world literally stops.

“you’re so fucking dumb” she snickers, and lifts herself off of you.

you go into your room to punch a pillow. shes so fucking annoying.

she goes into her room to do something… different. you’re so fucking annoying.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who always rolls her eyes when she sees you come closer, and constantly gives your brother those certain looks, that she clearly makes to piss you off and watch that little pout form on your lips. one morning, you walk over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and ellie’s in her pajamas (for some reason, you really can’t stop looking at her arms, since she’s only wearing a wife beater and some low hanging sweats). when you greet her with a chipper good morning, she mumbles a lazy “morning” back, and when you lift yourself up on your toes to grab your favorite mug, she sees your shorts ride up a bit and her breath completely cages in her throat. she considers coming over and helping you, but hearing your sweet, breathy little huffs is so much nicer.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who finds you extremely attractive, and wishes you stopped walking around the house in tiny outfits (she wouldn’t be too far off if she called them literal napkins) because you’re making it very hard to concentrate when she works on a project with your brother in the living room and you just happen to walk by, carrying a tray of freshly squeezed lemonade and offer it to them. and she hates how fucking kind you remain even though shes so mean, so she gets even meaner and tells you that the lemonade tastes bad. she spits it out inside the glass, and the way you squint your eyebrows and ask her if she wants you to make her a new one literally tugs at her heartstrings. she tells you; “s’fine, you shouldn’t be near a kitchen, like— ever again. tastes awful” and when you take the glass out of her hand and walk off without even commenting anything back, she huffs a silent “shit” under her breath and closes her eyes for a second.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who one day has a super… weird dream about you. you lounged inside a lively kitchen— but it wasn’t the one she grew familiar with. it was mostly filled with mahogany furniture, an aqua green stove and a peach colored carpet. you were baking something, and it smelled like maple and cherry and vanilla and peach cobbler, it smelled messy and like an explosion of sweetness but god, she felt the hunger in her sleep. you stood there in a little apron, and just when you shut the stove’s lid up, she hugged you from behind. she smelled your neck, and wrapped her arms around you. “smells nice, babe” she whispered. you turned around and smiled at her so big, and just as you closed your eyes and parted your lips— she woke up.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who can’t. stop. thinking. about that freaking dream. she wakes up and she feels parched, and so fucking confused. she bumps her palm against her forehead and decides she needs a tall, refreshing glass of water before she tries to slumber again, because god knows she wont be able to. she goes downstairs to the kitchen, and gets so startled when she sees your shadow standing over the stove, its just like that dream but you're not baking, there's just a bowl of cereal in your hands and random music silently coming out of your phone. when she jumps— you jump too. and you drop the whole entire bowl and the milk is now running all over your top.

“jesus fucking christ!” you gasp, and when you see that it’s ellie, her face all puffy from sleep, your heart thuds in your chest. you’ve never been… completely alone with her, not ever since you met her outside of the shower for the first time, anyways.

“why are you standing like a creep in the kitchen in the middle of the night?!” she questions.

“i was… eating”

“at 3am?”

“yes and now i guess i wont be eating anymore since you made me— drop! the entire bowl!”

for some reason, she tells you that she’s sorry. maybe it’s that fucking dream—

she hastily grabs some paper towels and helps you wipe. she’s awkwardly rubbing all over the material and shes being extremely stupid because clearly you can just change your top, this is your house after all, and your closet is right there, but she doesn’t seem to be able to stop wiping and whispering that she’s sorry and she’s tugging at your top and it… makes her flustered so she fucking stops, and throws the paper towel on the counter.

“clean yourself up— you’re the weirdo awake at 3am”

(she was right where you stood yesterday, eating some cheese puffs on the floor while watching a gaming stream but she obviously wont mention that)

♡ mean!bbf ellie who instead of surrendering to her feelings that are obviously starting to creep up, decides to grow even meaner. it’s not just random comments and stupid pranks anymore, it’s quite literally pure evilness. when she watches a film with your brother, a bowl of popcorn in her hands and some fuzzy socks, cuddled up inside a thin blanket on the couch, you decide to make an appearance. you, bored out of your mind, decided to to join in on the fun. usually, ellie had no problem if you just lounged in the living room while they watched television or played video games, because you would quite literally be completely mute and not bother them at all, untill ellie made a joke (“that dude’s head looks like the titanic’s fucking iceberg”) that you couldn’t help but laugh at. when you laughed, so hard you practically wheezed, it kind of made her feel soft and icky and she wanted to slap it out of her. today, when she saw you slide into the living room from the corner of her eye, she deadpanned completely.

“no— no, we’re not watching this with you” she snickered, and her tone was so serious and it didn’t even carry a glimmer of teasing, it was purely just mean.

you scrunch your eyebrows, and huff a quiet “what? why?”

“because you’re fucking annoying and we don’t want you around”

you went pure silent, just staring at the floor.

“why are you still standing there? go” she waved her hand, as if she was kicking out a small, pesky little animal.

you really weren’t a crybaby, but you truly didn’t deserve this. for some reason, a lump formed down your throat, and your eyes glistened. you climbed up to your room and silently sniffled.

even your brother thought she was being too mean now.

“that was kinda… fucked up”

ellie brushed her tongue on the side of her mouth, and clenched her jaw. she knows.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who notices you appear less and less around the house. mean bbf ellie, who really isn’t a bad person, she isn’t even that fucking mean, she just can’t handle her feelings and masks them completely untill you absolutely hate her guts. after that night— the night where she kicked you off to your room, you don’t chipper a good morning. you enter the kitchen, groggy and quiet, make a drink and disappear to your room with the cup in your hand. you don’t make lemonade anymore, and you don’t even laugh when she makes a stupid joke. mean ellie who misses your laugh, and tries so hard to hear it again, but fails miserably.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who loses it completely when you decide to go out to a party one night. you’re so quiet it feels almost as if you’re sneaking out, but you truly aren’t. you’re just scared she’ll make a mean comment on your dress or tell you that you look stupid with your makeup done like that.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who stares you down completely, and shamelessly checks you out when you twist the doorknob in order to leave the house.

“wh… where are you going?” she questions, and it’s so hard to keep it cool when you look so good and your thighs are on full display with your ass almost popping out of your dress. it makes her gulp because she fucking knows it’s not for her. you’re gonna go out and you’ll have people gawking over you and it drives her crazy.

“party” you simply mutter.

“dressed like that?” she clearly runs her eyes all over your body.

she's going to say something mean again. you just know it.

“really don’t have the time or the energy for your comments right now, ellie”

she wishes you added that cute uuuh, at the end of her name. you don’t.

“you look… stay safe—“

“i look what, ellie?”

“nice. y’look nice”

you shut the door. she just complimented you. that was a first.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who waits for you to come back from the party because she’s worried. she doesn’t admit it to herself, and excuses it by thinking she just can’t fall asleep because the winds too loud or the room’s too hot, so she just lays awake, waiting to hear your footsteps and your room’s door close shut— but you don’t. seem. to come. home. she feels sick because what if something happened to you— and then she feels completely stupid because you’re an adult and you’ve probably been to numerous parties already, but she can’t help but feel it in her guts. what if something happened to you? what if you drank too much and god forbid— what if you went home with somebody? she falls into the mattress with a thud and stares at the ceiling for half an hour, just picturing you making out with someone and them grabbing your waist or your ass and now she feels like she’s about to punch the damn wall— and then she hears you. you’re humming a song, specifically— cash shit by megan thee stallion, and you sound obviously drunk. she can’t let you go to sleep like that.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who propels the door open, to see you sliding down the wall, smelling like alcohol and sweet perfume and she feels sickly but she needs to take care of you, so she grabs you by the waist, guide you through the corridor, opens the door to your room and puts you down on your bed. she coo’s at you to stay quiet and calm for her.

“yeaupp m’in my baggg but im in his too…” you blabber, and burst out laughing.

“okay— okay, you good? you got contacts you need to remove? if you’re gonna throw up, i’ll get a bucket” she whispers, as she watches you swing back and forth. you look so pretty it’s incredible hard for her to be calm.

“some new sh—shoes… blah… mwahhhhh” you pull out your tongue and pucker your lips. you look incredibly silly and she swallows a giggle.

“you’re wasted, aren’t you?” now she's just caressing your face. why does she feel like she's going to faint?

“k— not t’wasted… you’re wasted… you’re wasted and pp—pretty” you mumble.

“huh?” thank god you’re drunk, because shes full on blushing.

“pretty pretty els…. s’pretty and so evil and m—mean and pretty…. like a millions pretty but—b’millions evil… so e—evil”

she decides to just shut the fuck up. keep going.

“i k—kissed somebody”

and now she’s the one who feels like she’s gonna puke.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who decides to completely give you the silent treatment. you didn’t even do anything, but god it feels like she hates you now.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who confronts you about that stupid kiss and asks you who the fuck dared to kiss a drunk girl, and you look so panicked and afraid, and it hurts when she tells you she’s gonna let your brother know and that he’s gonna kick their ass and you’re gonna be done for.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who fully breaks one day. it’s the last week of her and your brothers visit, and you haven’t talked to her for three whole days. she feels it inside of her chest, and every time you come near, it becomes harder and harder not to push you against the counter and kiss the hell out of your lips. it’s hard to stop staring and it’s hard to keep her distance so she confronts you.

“you know you told me i’m pretty, right? before you threw up on the fucking bed?”

your eyes pop out of your head. you feel absolutely embarrassed. no you didn’t.

“i did not— what? what the hell is the matter with you?” you huff, and back away.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who comes closer and closer the more you back away, because it’s becoming incredibly difficult to keep that distance apart, so she makes sure you can feel her breath on your lips and makes sure it makes you shiver— before she mutters a loud “fuck it” and takes your lips between her’s.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who kisses you so hard, it truly feels like you've never been kissed before. nothing could ever compare. when she takes your lips between her's, and sucks on the bottom one, just to hear a sweet little breath leave your mouth, she grunts. it feels like everything she's ever felt was flowing out of her body and crashing onto yours. when she squeezes your waist, and pulls you in closer so her chest bumps into yours— she breaks the kiss to look at you. my god, you're panting, and flushed, and she can feel you shaking.

"i'm sorry" she mutters, and she truly isn't, but if you keep on shaking like that, she's gonna have to start running away.

"please— don't stop"

honestly, she wasn't planning on stopping.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who picks you up, and as your legs automatically intertwine with each other on her lower back, takes you to your room and bangs you up on the door.

“what— what are you doing?” you ask, and it’s completely interrupted when her lips land on yours again. she can’t do this anymore, she can’t keep playing with you because if you kiss another person again who isn’t her she swears she’s gonna run out and beat them up, or even worse— kill them completely, and she can’t help but moan against your lips because you’re so fucking cute when you let out those noises and she needs to touch you right now or she’ll die.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who need's to hear you add that little "uuuh" at the end of her name after you kiss her because she'd imagined it too many times.

"say my name like— fuck"

"say it like you fucking do when you're pissed at me— say it"

somehow, you immediately know what she means.

"ellieuuuh!"

she's never swallowed so hard in her life. she looks at you like she's famished, and she growls. when ellie kisses you again, it feels like you're going to crash down and die.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who eats you out like shes starved in your childhood bedroom. swirls her tongue and spits on your cunt and tells you to “keep fucking quiet” or else your brother will hear, and he’s right in the next room and she told him she just went to get something to eat, so she shoves your little panties right in your mouth and holds your stomach down on the bed with her two hands, parts your pussy lips so far apart they practically burn and she goes on and on till you cum on her face twice. “atta fucking girl just like that… just like that”

♡ mean!bbf ellie who plays with your clit in little circles, sits with your back pressed against her chest, and growls every time she sees feels hole clench around her. she tells you to be a good little whore for her and take her fingers before she gives you her strap, and you don’t even know why she has it with her because— is she fucking other girls?

♡ mean!bbf ellie who isn't fucking other girls— she just brought it because she... well, maybe she looked at your brother's facebook before coming over and she happened to stumble across a very, very pretty girl

♡ mean!bbf ellie who slaps your pussy hard every time you yell out her name— “you better keep fucking quiet or m’not letting you cum” and then shoves your panties even deeper inside of your mouth till you’re almost gagging, and only takes them out by replacing them with her cunt, and makes you eat her out completely controlled by the sway of her hips as she grinds herself down and god— she fucking needs it because getting off to you from knowing you were right next to her room truly wasn’t enough so she makes sure you make her feel good, and pats your cheeks every time your tongue swirls around her clit just right.

♡ mean!bbf ellie who straps you down on the bed, whispers short circuited “take it. take it. take it” every time it hits that one spot inside of your cunt, and makes you whisper in her ear to fuck you harder and faster because hearing your sweet little voice saying these obscenities is making her clit pump and brush on the bottom of her harness just right. “you gonna be my good fucking girl— make me fucking cum inside you? hmmph?”

she can’t help but… ask you,

“you want your brother to know how much of a fucking slut you are? letting his best f—fucking friend fuck you like this?” and all you can do is whine and hiccup broken sobs of “n—no ellie dont want him to know!”

“think you fucking do— if you keep on fucking screaming like this”

♡ mean!bbf ellie who… makes you cockwarm her strap while watching tv. this time, she doesn’t kick you out. with your brother’s eyes glued to the screen, watching E.T, it’s very easy to miss out on the bulge that’s hiding inside of ellie’s sweats. she signals you to come sit on her lap, and you just nod and whisper “no”, because what if he see’s— but she grabs your waist, slides you to sit right on her lap, pulls your pants and your panties down, and god— you’re already soaking just from being around her. she makes you roll your hips down her strap, separating your pussy lips apart and rub yourself all over it, guiding your motions with her hands. she can barely keep quiet herself because the way you whimper so softly and slap a hand on your mouth makes her lose it. she knows you wont be able to keep quiet if she bounced you up and down.

“stop being so loud” your brother snickers, and he almost… almost turns his head to the side. if he looked— he’d see his little sister sitting right on his best friend’s lap. that same best friend who kicked you out, same best friend who teased and mocked— what if he sees?

“shh… shh— just sit on it” she whispers in your ear and you shiver. you obey, and move your hips up. its almost too big, you have to swallow a screech when it slides inside of your hole. you want to bounce on it so bad, but your brothers still fucking awake. she almost snickers at how easily it went up inside, your slick completely swallowing it whole, but she stops herself. her could wake up at any given moment.

“keep on sitting on it” she grabs your thighs and digs her nails into them. “don’t move” and whenever you do—, eagerly attempting to disobey her, she pulls you down and grinds you deep on it, making sure you're caged inside. when she hears the quiet shores of your older brother sound asleep in the background, she starts fucking it into you deep. she thrusts her hips forward, and you don’t even have to move a muscle, you really did earn it after all.

"such a good fucking girl— have to make it up to you"

♡ mean!bbf ellie who sneaks little spanks, and grabs your tits whenever no ones looking, creeping up on you from behind and smelling your neck— just like she did in her dream. she kisses and kisses and almost doesn’t care if she gets caught— she has only three days left.

will you go away with her, or are you going to have to wait till next year’s visit? <3

#luci’s recs <3

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st4r-b3rries · 9 months

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You owe me.

Pairing: BBF!Ellie williams x Reader

(Mondern AU, Brothers best friend AU)

Minors DNI

(Warnings, 18+ ONLY): Subby!Ellie, Smut, Readers Brother is mean lol, slight angst at the end?, can my horrible writing be a warning? Don’t think there’s more, but lemme know!

Word count: 5,432

The moment your brother came knocking on your door earlier that evening saying that him and Ellie called dibs on the living room tonight, and to ‘not come in there unless you want to die,’ you just knew that you needed to fuck with him.

You’ve met Ellie a bunch of times, but your words were always cut short because your brother never liked you talking to her.

She liked talking to you though, you could tell. And that made you feel good. You enjoyed her just as much back.

Thinking of making your brother mad in front of Ellie made a small smirk crawl onto your face. She never let him get away with treating you bad, she would always stick up for you. That made you want to do it even more, knowing you’d both team up on him.

Biting your lip at the thought, you thought that maybe now was the perfect time to go and mess with him. Sighing, you get up from your bed and walk across the room to your door.

Opening it as quietly as you can, you peek down the hall to see if anyone was there. Once you see that the coast is clear, you start padding down the hall on your tippy toes, so as to not make any noise. You reach the living room and sneak a look around the corner to see what they were up to.

Your brother and Ellie take up the couch. Ears filling up with the sounds of their obnoxious laughs as they have their feet kicked up on the coffee table, showing each other random videos on their phones.

“Dude! He totally fucking broke his neck, look!” Ellie cackles, shoving the phone into your brother's face while chomping on chips.

He follows it with a wheeze. “Wait wait wait, no. Look at this one.” He snickers. It goes quiet for a moment as they look at whatever he’s showing. The room fills with a loud ‘OH!’s’ a second later as they react to the impact of the video.

Holding in your groan, you roll your eyes, you knew you shouldn't have expected much. Your shoulders begin to slouch in boredom as you wait for them to start doing something else that was worth interrupting.

After waiting for another minute, you hear Ellie speak up. “Hey wait, I thought we were supposed to be watching that one movie.” Her words have you smirking devilishly.

“Oh fuck, you’re right!” You watch him shuffle forward with a grunt, reaching for the remote on the table. “Ehh actually man, I’m kinda hungry, the chips aren't doing much. Maybe we should get something first.” She says.

Resting your arm up on the wall nonchalantly, you speak up. “I could go for something to eat.” Both of their heads dart over their shoulders to look at you, making your lips turn up into an innocent smile.

Ellie’s eyes widen as she sees you. She tilts her chin up and gives a small wave. “H-hey.” She says.

Raising a brow in amusement, you flutter your fingers at her. “Hey there.” Your voice is low.

“I thought I told you to not come in here.” Your brother grunts at you as you drop your arm from the wall, walking up to the couch.

“And no. We’re getting something, not you.” Her eyes stay on you as you finally reach the couch. “C’mon man, she can get something too.” Ellie defends you, shooting him a glare.

“Yeah, I can get something too asshole.” You snark down at him, which makes her huff a laugh. He looks back at her and smacks her knee.

“Hey!” She frowns. “Don't laugh dude.” He scolds her. In return, you bring your hand up and swat the back of his head. “Don't hit her, you jerk.”

“Ow!” He turns to you and rubs the back of his head. “You don't even have any money, and I'm not paying for you! So no,” He turns to look at Ellie, “She can’t get anything.” He shakes his head. A sour look takes over your face as you cross your arms.

“Fine. Then I'll pay for her, you big baby.” She shrugs coolly, her words are full of spite. “You’ll pay for her, but not me? I ask you all the time!” He sulks.

“Exactly. You ask me ‘all the time’ dumbass. She didn't ask me, I offered.” She says slowly. “I just don't get why I always have to pa-” Ellie groans in annoyance, letting her head fall back against the couch. “Jesus, i’ll fucking pay for you, just shut up!”

Your brother’s sulking body completely changes, now it exudes excitement. “Hell yeah! Pizza it is.” He celebrates as he brings his phone back to his face.

Shaking your head, you click your teeth in disagreement. “Hmm, no. I don't want pizza. I’m really in the mood for some cheesy fries though.” You say with enthusiasm.

“Well I want pizza and it's not up to you.” He snorts, continuing to scroll and find something to order.

Honestly, you didnt care what they got. You just didn't want your brother to be happy.

Thinking fast, you look at Ellie, who’s already looking at you. Bending to lean your hand on the back of the couch, you pout. “Ellie, can we get that one place? Y’know that one that has the really good mozzarella sticks and cheesy fries? It sounds really good right now and my tummy’s growling.” Hope shoots from your eyes to hers as you plead.

“Fuck no-”

“-Yeah. We can.” She nods at you. Turning his head quickly to her, he waves his hands angrily. “Why does she get to pick?” Rolling her eyes, she runs a hand through her short hair.

“She’s not picking, I am. I could go for some fries. And since I'm paying, I get to choose.” Ellie smiles.

A big groan fills your ears as he throws himself back against the couch. “But that stupid place doesn't even deliver anymore. And I don't want to go pick it up.” He whines annoyingly.

“Aw that sucks. I guess we’re not getting anything.” She says simply, bringing an arm up to lay over the headrest of the couch.

Ellie knows that your brother would never give up the opportunity for free food. “Really!” He cries out. She doesn't say anything, just flattens her lips and shrugs.

After a moment of sitting there contemplating, he huffs. “Fine asshole. Let's go.”

He grunts as he pushes himself off of the couch, walking around the armrest and nudging his shoulder rudely into yours.

You stumble back, frowning. Your eyes go directly back to Ellie, pouting dramatically. Tilting your head at her, you try to silently beg her not to go.

Somehow she easily caught on, her mouth turning into a small ‘o’, as she blinked at you.

“Uh, Nah. I’m comfy, man. You don't need me to go with you, just …get me whatever you get i guess. I’ll cashapp you.” Ellie responds, continuing to lounge lazily.

“Why are you being such dick tonight?” Your brother grumbles at Ellie as he steps his sock covered feet into his slides.

He walks across the room and picks up his keys. “Would you just shut up and go get it? I wanna watch the movie.” He shuffles across the wooden floor, heading towards the door, grumbling along the way.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll be back soon. Come lock me out, idiot.” His eyes dart to you as he unlocks the door and opens it.

You walk yourself up to the door with a pep in your step, you squint and smile sarcastically. “You already know what I want.” Finishing it with a snide “Obviously.” Grabbing the handle to close it after him, he turns and puts his hand on the door, stopping it.

“Dont fuck with my friend, go wait in your room or something. I don't want to come back to her saying she wants to dip because of you.” He scowls.

“Just go get the fucking food you douche.” Giving a bright smile, you finish it off with a, “Don't crash!” You flip him off and slam the door closed in his face, locking it.

Walking back up to the couch, you bend your elbows on the headrest to look down at her. A second later you hear the sound of a car door opening and then slamming shut. The buzz of the ignition starting up fills the silence. “Hey again.” You hum out.

Her head shoots up, looking at you with wide eyes. “Yeah.” She blinks. You furrow your brows in confusion, your face turning into a ‘what’ look. Fluttering her lashes she lets out an awkward laugh, “I-i mean, ‘yeah’ as in ‘hey’.” She tries playing it off.

“Uh, alright.” You answer back with a small laugh. Your ears perk up as you hear the car pull out of the driveway.

Clearing your throat, “So.” You look down at the seat that once had the company of your brother in it, “Can I sit?” You ask her sweetly, shrugging. She nods straight away, pulling the bag of chips up from the side of her, sliding it on the table.

“Of course! It’s your couch.” She goes to swipe at the seat, ridding it from all of the crumbs that have accumulated.

You walk around and sit down, almost shoulder to shoulder with her. You feel her try and leisure back. She lifts her hand and places it behind her head, trying to seem cool. As you look at her, she gives a sheepish smile back.

“Do you wanna-” Her voice cracks awkwardly. Ellie brings a fist up to her mouth and coughs to clear her throat. She winces, “I mean, do you wanna watch something? Till he gets back, I mean.” Her voice is filled with embarrassment as she gestures to the TV.

You don't mention that little awkward moment, instead you agree happily to her offer. “Sure! But nothing too scary though, I'm going to bed soon.” You squint your eyes and point at her playfully. “Cool cool.” She nods stiffly back.

After a few minutes of looking through movies wordlessly, your voice cuts through the silence. “So, how's your day been?”

“Um uh, good.” She gives a tight lipped smile as she stops scrolling through the TV. As you look at her, you can't help but shamelessly stare. You really did feel a little dazed by her.

Ellie’s big green eyes to her dark and pretty freckles, all the way up to her nice little wolf cut, makes you feel a little dizzy in the head.

You can’t help but think why someone so fucking hot could ever be friends with.. Your brother.

Your thoughts make your face cringe up. While you do it, you don't realize that you’re still staring directly at her.

“Uh.. Is something on my face? Sorry.” She wipes at the corner’s of her mouth quick, assuming there's still chip crumbs there.

“Oh no no! Sorry I just.. Couldn't help but think about you and my brother?” You trail off, tapping your thigh in wonder. “What do you mean?” Ellie’s face pulls up in confusion.

You shrug. “Like.. you being together?” Ellie nearly gags at your words. “What? Hell no. I’m definitely not into that.” She shakes her head. “My first crush growing up was literally Stephanie from Lazy town.” She laughs for a second and then suddenly stops to cringe at herself.

Bingo.

Gasping, you bring your hand up to lay on her shoulder. “Thank god! I was gonna fucking lose my shit if i found out that my brother was seeing someone as hot as you.” You scoff in amusement as you linger your hand on her.

Her breath hitches at your subtle compliment, looking away quickly. “Uh yeah, we-um, it's.. not like that.” She huffs a laugh, scratching her head. “Cool. Cuz you’re way too hot for him.” You giggle, rubbing over her shoulder.

Ellie’s head turns to stare at your hand, you watch her throat bob and her jaw clench. She doesn't say anything as you continue to rub her through her sweatshirt, her eyes flick away.

A light-bulb abruptly flashes in your head. You trail your hand down her arm, feeling her toned bicep through the baggy clothing.

“Oh my god Ellie! You’re so strong.” You tilt your head with wide eyes. “What are you hiding from me under there, huh?” You flirt shamelessly. Her cheeks tint pink from that, she laughs.

“Oh uh, nothing really. I just lift a little bit I guess. I mean sometimes, not like, all the time or anything i just go randomly. More like every so often, honestly. I went yesterday actually. I should probably go more but i don't have-” She stops, snapping her lips shut.

Ellie nods at herself, realizing that she’s rambling. “Yeahhh.. i'm gonna shut up now.” She trails off.

“No! Oh my god, It's ok. I like hearing you talk. Your voice is..” You trail off. “I don't know.. Really attractive?” You lean to the side, putting your temple to the headrest, keeping your eyes on her. She scoffs at that. “No.” she shakes her head. “It's not.”

“Now why would I lie to you?” You tap her cheek. As she looks over at you, your eyes climb up her face, landing on her messy head of hair. Biting your lip with a smile, your eyes roam over her hair.

“I like it.” Tipping your head at her. “Huh?” Ellie asks.

Lifting your hand, you push her hair back behind her ear with the tips of your fingers, gently. “Your hair. I like it. It looks good on you.” You smile, shrugging cutely. “Oh, Thank you.” She nods bashfully.

You ponder innocently, “So since you’re not into my brother, are you seeing anyone?” You perk up as you hear her scoff loudly. “What? Me? No..No way.” Ellie follows it with a laugh, like your question was unbelievable.

Oh, you were so gonna fuck her.

“I'm sorry! I was just curious, that's all.” Smiling sweetly, you shrug nonchalantly.

Looking down at yourself, you eye the oversized T you’re wearing, only accompanied by your underwear underneath. Your mind wanders, thinking of the practicality of whenever your brother would pop up again.

“Hey, how much longer do you think he’s gonna take?” You question, bringing your hand down to rest on her thigh. “Uhhh..” she becomes stiff as she spreads her legs wide at your touch. Fumbling with her phone, she taps it to turn on.

“Like uh, um- like 30 minutes? Probably? He takes forever to figure out what he wants, even though he always gets the same shit anywhere he goes.” She lets the phone fall on the couch.

Her chest raises heavily as she continues to stare down at your hand, which now starts to massage her.

“Oh, Good.” You hum, smiling. Staring at her, you put it simply. “Wanna fuck?”

It was like you knocked the breath out of her. “What?” Her voice raises as she breathes out loudly. Rolling your eyes, you pick up her hand and set it onto your bare thigh.

“I said, ‘Do. You. Want. To. Fuck.’” You spread the words out for her.

“I-i don't think that's a good idea.” She mumbles nervously. You scoff with fake offense. “What. Do you not find me attractive? Is that it?” You raise your brow as your lips turn up into an amused smile.

“No! No! Of course not! Y-you’re very pretty.” She rushes out. “Very.” Her eyes widened.

Smirking, you move in and give her a lingering kiss on her cheek. You stay close, almost nose to nose now. “Then what's the problem?” You tease. “It's just-your brother.” She says it like it was obvious.

“Hm? My brother? What about him?” You murmur, looking over the room, pretending to search for him. “I don't see him around.” You snicker to her mockingly. “Do you?” Ellie rolls her eyes, huffing heavily.

“It's not funn-” You interrupt her by planting hot open mouth kisses onto her jaw.

“I'm not laughing.” You continue to kiss and nibble along her skin. Her hand comes up to grasp at your hip, gripping you tightly. “Fuck..” She whispers, then bites her lips. “Mmm.” You hum against her. “You like that?” Your voice is low, only to where she can hear.

“Yeah.” She sighs out.

Ellie’s phone suddenly vibrates, knocking her out of the trance you put her in. “Goddammit.” Her hand pushes you back and away from her. You scowl, looking at the side of her face.

She picks her phone up quickly, looking at the screen. You peek at it, seeing your brother's nickname pop up.

Rolling your eyes, you hunch over and read his spammed messages.

‘Cashapp me idiot.’ Ding. ‘C’mon, I'm not paying for this shit.’ Ding. ‘HURRY UP’ Ding. ‘UR ALWAYS ON UR PHONE DUDE. LETS GO’

You sit up, huffing in annoyance.

“Shit.” Ellie whispers. “I forgot to send the money.” Beginning to unlock her phone, you snatch it from her, push the notification button off and let it drop onto the coffee table. “Who gives a fuck?” Shaking your head, you toss your body onto her, connecting your lips messily with hers.

“Wait.” She murmurs in between the kiss, making you pull back with a frown. “What?” Ellie’s face looked nervous, scared even. Her emotions made your face drop. “Are you a virgin or something?” You question with wide eyes.

Not really wanting to take someone's virginity like this, you go to pull off of her.

“No! I’m not!” Ellie stops you, her hands hold you by your waist. Those words put you at ease, making you fall back into her, “Then why not baby?” You mutter.

“It’s just.. Like I said, it's not a good idea.” She says breathlessly. Frowning, you shake your head. “It's nothing serious.. We’re both adults here.”

Ellie looks away, contemplating your words.

“C’mon.” You murmur hotly in her ear, pecking at her jaw. She doesn't answer as her head falls back into the couch. “Just let me touch on you a little. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

“I dont know..” Ellie trails off, making you whine.

You shake your head, pouting. “That’s so mean.” Pulling back, you plant your hands onto her chest for leverage. You begin rocking your hips against her toned thighs. “So, so, mean Ellie.” You whisper as you let your eyes fall closed.

“Jesus.” She groans as she opens her eyes to look down at where you grind down onto her. Gasping, she whispers, “Please.” Smiling widely at the ceiling, you bow your head down shyly. “So you do want me to touch you?”

“Fuck yeah. Of course I do.” She gasps. “But you’re my best friend's-” Her voice is completely conflicted. “little sister.” Staying quiet for a moment, you sigh heavily. “Mmm-Yeah. But that's ok.” You reassure her with a giggle.

“No. No it's not. He’ll kill me if he finds out.” Her voice trembles.

Palming her shoulders, you try calming her down. “He wont find out, unless you tell him dummy. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.” You assure her, grinding down harder.

She sighs out as her own hips start moving up. “I would never. You promise not to tell?” Moaning, you nod. “It’ll be our little secret.” Ellie groans against you as you bring your mouth back to hers.

You pull back for a second, her lips chase after you while her eyes stay shut. You give a breathless laugh while reaching down.

Curling your fingers around the edge of her sweatshirt, you pull it up and over her head. Her hair fluffs up, going askew. She swipes her hair out of her eyes quickly to see you.

Throwing it on the floor, you look over her body. She only wore a sports bra underneath, which was so thin it looked like second skin. Moving your eyes over her toned arms and hard abs, you nearly drool as your gaze catches onto her tattoo.

“Holy shit Els, you really were hiding all of this from me, huh?” You coo at her as you run your hands up and down her arms.

Ellie grits her teeth while looking up at you, she grabs your hips again, moving you rougher against her. Bending, you latch onto her lips again. “So big.” Peck. “And strong.” Peck. “Makes me so fucking wet. Y’know that?” You kiss messily down her mouth, her chin and down to her neck.

“F-fuck, really?” Your hands fall down to palm at her tits. Nodding, “Sooo, wet.” You purr, beginning to pluck at her nipples through the fabric, forcing them to harden.

Whispering, “Take this off.” as you toy with her bra. As soon as she hears that, her hands fly away from you to rip it off, launching it somewhere behind you.

Ellie looks from your face and then down at herself, resting her hands flat on your thighs. “I.. it's not much.” She huffs humorlessly.

You shush her, “Stop it. They’re perfect.” Trailing your palms up her naked sides, you bring them up to mold around her small peeks. “So perfect baby.”

“Thank you.” She lets out a shaky breath as you squeeze them tightly. Running your thumbs over her nipples, you groan. “You really are so hot Ellie. You have no clue.” You shake your head with a furrowed brow.

Every few seconds, you dip down to kiss her. One hand smooths up her neck to entangle in her short hair. The other hand drops from her chest and past her belly button, beginning to play with the waistband of her sweatpants. You feel her belly clench up against your knuckles as you run along her waist.

Biting your lip, your mind races thinking about all the things you wanna do to her. You quickly lift your shirt over your head, leaving you bare besides your panties. Ellie’s mouth falls agape as she stares at your bare chest. “Wanna touch?” She nods vigorously.

You push your chest forward into her face a little more. “Then what are you waiting for?” Her rough hands crawl up your sides, finally engulfing your tits. “God. You’re so fucking pretty.” Ellie whispers.

Your fingers return to rubbing teasingly underneath the band of her pants. She hesitantly glides one of her hands down from your boob to run it over your thigh, nervously. Reaching down, you fiddle with your panties. Her eyes follow your movements.

“We should hurry.” Pulling the crotch to the side very slowly, “It’s ok. Touch me.” You purr, picking up her hand to bring to your dripping center.

You whimper as she glides her fingers through your lips, passing over your clit. You finally dip past her pants and into the front of her briefs. Your fingers pass her trimmed hairs, “Shit!” She stiffens up as she feels you slide along her slit.

“Already so wet. Is this all for me?” You giggle breathily. “Fuck yeah, All for you.” Ellie groans as you begin circling her clit. Her hand follows yours as she begins to roll over your nub tightly. Sighing, you rock your hips against her movements.

Your fingers slowly begin drifting down from her clit, starting to rub at her entrance. Her hips jut up as you push inside of her.

“Shhh.. I got you.” You whisper. Your pace is slow as you drag them in and out of her. She pushes her head back into the seat while trying to maintain the movements of her own hand.

After a few more slow pumps, her feet plant to the floor to ground herself, as she starts to become antsy.

“Please.” Ellie heaves out. Gazing at her, you bite your lip. “Please what?” You continue to move your hand leisurely. Her fingers slip down and push into you with one thrust, making you buck your hips in surprise. “Please just fuck me.” She groans as she starts to move her fingers.

“Aww. Y’just need it so bad huh.” You taunt, beginning to fuck into her a little quicker while rolling yourself on her thin digits. Her free hand comes to wrap around your wrist. She feels your hand flex with each piston of them sliding into her.

As you start feeling her own pace falter, you curl your fingers, beginning to slam them up into the ceiling of her cunt. “Oh Fuck! God, Ngh-right there. Just like that.” Ellie’s legs shake under you. The feeling of her trying to fight to keep them open makes your belly bloom.

“Louder baby, I love hearing you.” You whisper. Ellie’s mind buzzes, feeling as if she needs to swim for her thoughts. Your confession makes her groan, “I can’t believe this is happening.” She whimpers out.

“I can't believe it either.. I thought I'd have to play with you a little longer.” You respond, amused. Her eyes pop open to look at you, hooded with lust.

“What?” She questions you as you pull out to rub over her clit a few times, then push back in. Snickering, you answer her. “I mean, I thought I'd have to butter you up a little more.” You peck her on the lips, furrowing your brows. “But no. You were just too easy. Couldn't resist some ‘off limits’ pussy, right?”

“I’m sorry. Ugh-so sorry.” Ellie sobs out.

“Ellie, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to fuck you.” You sigh. “I.. I think about you all the time.” Ellie easily admits. Perking up, you stare at her face, your pace begins to pick up as your mind wonders.

“Yeah? Even when you fuck yourself?” Your fingers thrust harshly into her. “Yes!” She grits out. “Say it again.” Your chest heaves.

Ellie’s strength completely disintegrates, making her fingers completely stop their motions. “Think of you!” She hisses. You shake your head fast, “Nuh-Uh, use your words. What about me?” You bring your hand down to pull at her wrist, feeling as her fingers slip from within you with a soft squelch.

“Your pussy! I think of your pussy.” She cries. “How you smell, and t-taste.” Ellie whimpers as her hips try to move along with your thrusts. “Want you to stuff my face in your pussy and make me breathe you i-in.”

You laugh, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “That's what I wanted to hear.”

As she goes to speak, you stuff her wet fingers into her mouth. She automatically rolls her eyes back behind her lids as she tastes you on her tongue. Ellie huffs a sigh through her nose, her lips tighten around her fingers as her tongue dances over them.

Letting her own fingers go with a pop, her hand falls to your thigh, squeezing you with need. “Please-Oh fuck, please. Lemme taste you. Want it so bad.” Ellie begs. Her whiney voice makes your heart flutter.

The aching and burning of your arm starts to get to you, making your pace falter for a second. “Then you better fucking hurry, and cum.” You hiss out through the pain.

Ellie’s hand instantly flies down to rub at her clit at the same fast pace you continue to pound into her with, the loud squelches of her pussy were muffled behind her thick pants.

Planting your hand behind her head onto the head rest, you lean down to her ear. “I think..” You look down and then back up to her face. “I think this pussy’s mine. Don't you?” Ellie’s hips start moving aggressively against your hand, “Oh fuck yeah, this pussy’s yours.” She mewls. “S’all yours.”

“I’m fucking dripping for you, want you to lick me all up.” You moan as you feel her starting to tighten up around you. “Want you to grope me when you do it, and I don't want you to stop until it hurts.”

Her head turns to the side, shoving her face into your neck. Her hand slips around your waist, pulling you so that you’re chest to chest. “Please don't stop, please.” Ellie sobs out. “You close baby? You gonna cum, just for me?” Your voice is full of hope.

“Yes! Yes! I’m so close!” Ellie’s toned belly starts flexing harshly as she continues to gasp for breath.

Her noises become quicker as she rocks against your body, her legs begin to shake with each swipe against her pulsing bundle of nerves. “Take it. Take it. Take it.. Cum all over me.” You whisper huskily.

“Holy fu-I’m gonna-Oh.” She squeezes out through her tight throat. “I’m gonna fucking cum for you-” Suddenly, Ellie stiffens up underneath you.

With a loud overbearing groan, her walls squeeze you tightly, gushing all over your fingers. “Fuck! I’m cumming, I'm cumming..” Ellie chants as her walls twitch and flutter around you.

“So good for me baby. Takin’ it so good.” You don't stop hammering into her as she busts around you. The once soft wet noises now squelch loudly with your brutal pounds.

Thighs shaking violently, Ellie finishes with a spew of incoherent swears following with her body going limp under you. Your fingers come to a slow stop, and you gently pull out of her.

She hisses as you rub along her sloppy lips, twitching as you overstim her clit. You think it's cute, watching her twitch and shiver as you smear her cum up and down her slit.

Ellie doesn't stay quiet, every few moments she lets out a pained whimper. She lazily pulls her own hand out of her underwear, letting it droop lazily against her thigh.

Finally allowing Ellie to breathe, you pull out your hand from her pants. Wrapping your lips around your now sticky pruned up fingers, you moan at the deep musk she’s covered you in. You take your time sucking her cum off of them.

The shiney beads of sweat that roll down her temples catch your eyes. Letting your fingers fall from your mouth, you shuffle up closer to her while wiping your wet fingers on the couch. Dabbing at her hairline, you coo to her. “Shhh, I know baby. Came so hard for me.” You kiss her hot cheek.

Both hands come up to take a hold of your ass, kneading at them. “After this, I think I’d do anything for you.” She groans into your chest, kissing your collarbones. Sitting there while catching your breaths, you run your hand through her damp hair calmingly.

Ellie speaks up after a few moments. “You.. You never got to finish.” Timidness filled her tone. You hum,

“That's ok. Maybe we could go back to my room?” You try and persuade.

Sighing sadly, she thinks about it for a second. “He should be here soon. I don't think there’s ti-” The sound of a car pulling up into the driveway fills your ears. Suddenly, you’re harshly shoved off of her, landing in between the couch and the coffee table with a loud ‘Oof!’

“What the hell!” You grumble. “Fuck fuck fuck!” She says erratically, jumping up from the couch. Ellie stands and fixes her pants with one hand as she looks for her bra in a frenzy. Finding it, she slips it on with a quick swoop. “Get dressed!” She urges while waving her hand.

You use the coffee table as leverage to push yourself up, grabbing your shirt on the way. A loud slam of a car door makes a scared shiver run up your back. Ellie struggles to turn her sweatshirt inside out, throwing it over her head.

You rush up to her, gripping her forearm, “Come with me to my room, we can lock the door.” You repeat with a whisper, nodding. “What? No! Just go.” Ellie hisses. Taken aback, you scoff. “Oh, ‘Anything’ Huh?” You evilly squint at her as you tug your shirt back on.

When she hears your tone, she turns back to you quickly. “I’m sorry!” She cries, trying to pull you to her. Ellie bends to try and give you a swift kiss in apology, but you shove her back.

“You totally owe me, jerk.” You whisper angrily, running down the hall. The sound of an angry bang to the front door meshes with the slam to the one of your bedroom.

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