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three's a charm

ellie x female!reader x dina

you, ellie and dina are just friends, until you're not.

word count: 8.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, brief mentions of nightmares + sleeping medication, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving + receiving), so much kissing, ellie n dina bicker but it's sweet, reader is not called honey (sobs), reader is kinda shy/quiet + has a lil tiny bit of backstory

a/n: hi! today i bring you the threesome fic no one asked for! i've been rewatching a silent playthrough of tlou2 (i'm a shit gamer lol) and i'd kind of forgotten how much i like dina as a character so here we are. abby fics incoming soon, maybe, idk. knowing me, probably. there might be a sequel to this bc i love their dynamic, i'm not promising anything tho bc i become incapable of writing anything if i feel an ounce of pressure to do it lol

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

you don’t really know how you fell in with ellie and dina, years on the road with few companions and nobody your own age had made you introverted and shy, nervous to form attachments to anyone lest you lose them. but somehow, they’d worn you down, cracked through the firm walls you’d built around yourself until you could comfortably call them your friends, your best friends. It’d been dina at first, she’d been the one to give you a tour of jackson and the one to show you where you’d be sleeping, where you’d eat and where you’d work. she hadn’t been put off by your awkwardness or your short answers to her meandering questions and she wasn’t discouraged by the way you could hardly return her smiles.

instead of pushing you away, she’d only pulled you in closer; inviting you to eat with her, to spend evenings with her after patrol, to read with her, to drink with her, to dance with her. it’d made you feel warm from your cheeks down to your toes when she’d wrapped her arms around your waist one evening, guiding your clumsy movements into something that resembled the dancing couples around you. it still makes you heat up to think about the way she smiled at you as she spun the two of you around, the way her eyes crinkled and her hair fell over her face.

it hadn’t taken long for you to meet ellie once you’d started regularly spending time with dina. though she was more reclusive in comparison, she still made an effort to talk to you, to include you in their conversations over dinner and sometimes she’d go on these long winded rambles about space and science and things you couldn’t hope to understand without a textbook in front of you. she’d always blush when she’d notice you and dina listening intently to what she’s saying, not quite knowing what to do with all the attention so squarely on her. sometimes in those moments, when ellie is looking down at her plate with her cheeks bright red and her hair falling into her eyes, you’d glance over to dina and share a private smile with her. it’s closeness you never thought you could have, so new and so special it made your heart ache when you thought about it too long.

so, maybe they were a little closer than your best friends should be but the current arrangement was working and you didn’t want to be the one to ruin whatever it was between the three of you. you don’t want to lose ellie tying your boots up tight before patrol and helping you clean your guns, the way she gives you private smiles across busy rooms and the way she hums to you and dina on late nights when it’s just the three of you and a blunt, when you’re all more asleep than awake.

you don’t want to lose dina and how she gets you breakfast in the morning, the way she can always tease a laugh out of you no matter how hard the day has been, the way she’s dedicated herself to teaching you how to dance and how she lets you curl into her chest when you’re plagued by nightmares, how her heartbeat is steady and strong and her lumpy couch is just big enough for the two of you.

sometimes, on those nights when sleep escapes you, ellie comes over and the three of you squeeze into dina’s bed with her happy yellow bed sheets. you spend the whole night feeling too hot pressed between the both of them, those nights are your favorite. ellie occasionally lets out soft little snores and dina’s hair tickles your chin from where her head is nestled into the crook of your neck, you can feel ellie’s arm tight around your waist and dina’s warm thigh pressed against yours. it’s always those nights you sleep the best, despite the slightly lumpy mattress and the way the duvet clings to your hot skin, you don’t ever want to lose it.

it’s one of those evenings when you find yourself over at dina’s, sleep hadn’t come easy for a few days in a row and patrol had been hard because of it, you kept finding yourself getting distracted or your eyes slipping closed despite your best efforts to stay alert. you were lucky ellie had been your partner today, she’s much more patient with you than most other residents of jackson would’ve been, she’d practically had to do double the work and wouldn’t hear it when you tried to thank her.

she’d dragged you to dina’s when the two of you had gotten home, both of you scrubbed clean from a quick shower and already dressed in pajamas as you stood on her doorstep, ellie playfully trying to step on your toes in what you had affectionately dubbed her grandpa slippers as you waited for dina to open the door. they’re a little bit hideous and look like they’re made out of the kinds of carpets that get ripped out of homes and used to fuel fires in winter, ellie loves them though, so you won’t tease too much.

when dina opens the door shortly after ellie’s second round of loud knocking she takes one look at the two of you and shakes her head fondly, grabbing you each by the wrist and pulling you inside. ellie wanders straight towards the small kitchen in search of snacks and you press yourself up against dina’s side until she wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you hold onto her. you sigh out a happy breath and try to subtly breathe in her scent, she smells like whatever soap she’s been using, a little like weed, like the vanilla candles she burns in her room and like her.

“you ok?” she asks from above you, resting her cheek on top of your head and shifting you around until you’re tucked comfortably against her. you only reply with a nod, wrapping your arms tighter around her as ellie reappears, bag of jerky in her hand. it’s the peppery kind dina hates, you’re pretty sure she only keeps it around for you and ellie to scavenge from her cupboards. ellie leans against the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, one foot propped up so her stupid grandpa slipper hangs off as she watches the two of you.

“you two look so pretty,” she says, gesturing towards the both of you, jerky in hand, “this lighting is crazy, golden hour or whatever,” she continues and you can’t help but smile at her, dressed in sweats that are a size too big and a tank top that’s a size too small so about an inch of her stomach is exposed, her big fuzzy robe hanging off of one shoulder, you think she looks pretty too. “lemme go get my journal,” she hums absentmindedly, stuffing the jerky she’s holding into her mouth before tucking the bag into the pocket of her robe and disappearing again in the direction of dina’s room.

“you wanna go make sure she isn’t tearing your room apart?” you ask after a few quiet moments, resting your chin on dina’s chest and looking up at her amused face. ellie’s right, the light spilling through the windows does make her look pretty, it softens her features and brings out the tan of her skin, the little flyaway hairs framing her face look golden and her eyes are bright and happy as they usually are. you doubt you’re as pretty as her, you don’t think it’s possible.

“sure,” she replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before she untangles herself from you. you feel cold when she lets you go but she takes your hand in hers to lead you upstairs so you don’t get the opportunity to miss her touch too much. her palm is soft against your own as she leads you up the stairs, her fingers tangled up with your own in a way that makes you wish she’d never let go.

“why’d you move?” ellie asks with a little pout when you reach the doorway of dina’s bedroom. she’s sat on dina’s rolling desk chair, the desk in front of her covered in evidence of her searching for her journal, dina’s possessions set into piles either side of the battered cover of it. “the lighting down there was so perfect,” she sighs, tapping the end of her pencil against her bottom lip.

“we can let the light in up here,” dina tells her before she can continue her complaining, letting go of your hand and walking over to the widow to pull back the curtains. the room is bathed in the same golden sunlight as the hallway downstairs and ellie hums happily, any arguments already forgotten. dina sits down on her bed one she’s tied back the curtains and pats the spot next to her, smiling when you sit beside her and lean against her heavily. “nightmares kicking your ass again?” she asks, her arm wrapping around your shoulders and her hand finding a tense spot between your shoulder blades.

“yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her hips, “maria told me they might be able to find me some pills to help next time they do a med supply run, but it’s gonna be a week or two before they go,” you mumble into dina’s shoulder, the soft material of her shirt muffles your words, though she hums in thought so she must’ve heard you.

“maybe you need to relax more,” she suggests, her hand rubbing firm circles into your back. ellie huffs out a laugh from across the room and when you turn to look over at her she hasn’t moved her eyes from the page in front of her, her pencil moving quickly, “no, i’m being serious, it feels like all your muscles are tensed up,” dina says, she turns to look at you with a sympathetic pinch between her brows and you can’t help but smile at her.

“it’s not that simple, dina” ellie sighs before you can reply, the scratching sound of her pencil stopping as she studies the two of you with a concentrated frown, she tilts her head a little and squints before she turns back to the page and her pencil starts up again. “she can’t relax just because you told her to, it doesn’t work like that,” she adds, “if it was that simple she’d never have a nightmare again.”

“you might be right though,” you tell dina hurriedly, not wanting to lose the soft look on her face, “we can ask around, maybe someone can help me out with it,” you say, giving her an encouraging smile and squeezing your arms around her in a tighter hug, “els’ is right though, i don’t think i can just relax by myself, it’s hard,” you finish with a sigh, resting your cheek back on dina’s shoulder.

“well, i could try and help,” dina says slowly, a questioning tilt to her voice, “at least with these tense muscles you’ve got, i’ve been told i’m pretty good at massages,” she says, enthusiasm already bleeding back into her tone.

“who told you that?” ellie asks, eyebrows raised in amusement, her pencil has stopped moving again as she watches the two of you. she’s relaxed into the chair, her legs spread comfortably with her jornal propped on her thigh and her lips quirked into a smirk, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mirth at dina’s exasperated expression.

“it wasn’t important before,” dina huffs, shaking her head at ellie’s amusement, “and don’t think you’re getting anything from me after raiding my pantry before even saying hi,” she adds with an exaggerated furrow in her brows, her face easily softens when she addresses you, her eyes warm and sympathetic, “i’ll give you a back rub though,” she smiles, tapping your hip and pulling away so you’re free to move, “lay on your front, this will be great, i promise,” she tells you.

“ok, d,” you nod, laying down on your stomach and pillowing your head on your arms. you don’t really know what to expect, no one's ever offered you a massage before, sure, you’ve seen other people receive massages but it’s never involved laying down on the bed of one of the girls you kind of want to kiss. it isn’t until dina has swung one of her legs over yours to straddle your thighs, just below your ass, that you begin to think this may have been a mistake. “what’re you doing?” you ask her, cheeks heating up as she shifts to get comfortable, you can feel yourself tense up beneath her and it only makes you flush more.

“i gotta get comfy,” she tells you, leaning down over your back so her chin is by your shoulder and she can meet your eyes, “and you need to relax,” she says, her face fond and slightly amused as she runs her hands up your sides, “c’mon, close your eyes,” she whispers, you do as she instructs and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you allow your muscles to relax beneath her. “good girl,” she says softly and it takes all your willpower not to squirm, you can feel her warm palms through your thin pajama shirt so you try to focus on that, on her gentle touch and not her weight above you or her praise when you follow her instructions.

“you’re totally playing favorites,” ellie calls to dina from the other side of the room, it might’ve made you laugh if you weren't so focused on keeping your body lax and regulating your breathing. it’s a halfhearted complaint and you know she doesn’t really mean it, so you don’t make any effort to move, only opening one of your eyes to glance at ellie. she’s watching you both, her pencil is back in hand, scratching away at her notebook hurriedly. her hair is falling into her eyes and if you were in reach, you’d tuck it behind her ears, you can imagine the appreciative smile she’d give you, the way she’d squeeze your hip or your thigh or your arm, whatever’s in reach, the way she’d turn to brush her lips against your cheek, if you’re lucky.

“only because she’s so much sweeter than you, els,” dina replies, squeezing your hips once before she sits back up and begins to run her hands up and down your back. she chooses to ignore ellie’s protests that she’s very sweet, actually, you only hum in agreement when ellie asks you to confirm, unable to keep the smile off your face. once ellie is quiet save for the sounds of the pencil lead scratching on paper again, dina begins to massage you, beginning at your lower back.

she pushes her thumbs against your knotted muscles, the constant but gentle pressure working out the aches. the repeated motion is surprisingly comforting and you find yourself relaxing without having to think about it, your breathing evening out and your eyes struggling to stay open when you try. it isn’t until she ascends to the middle of your back, her fingers kneading the each side of your spine that it starts to feel really good, so good it startles an appreciative moan out of you and god, is it embarrassing.

you tense up again, eyes flying open, you can’t sit up with dina’s weight still heavy on your back so instead you press your hands to face, trying to hide your embarrassment. you can feel dina pause above you, her hands still and warm on either side of your spine, the sound of ellie’s pencil has stopped as well, the room silent besides the soft breaths of the three of you.

“i’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out, your embarrassment only increasing the longer the room is quiet, “i didn’t mean for that to happen,” you add quickly, not able to prevent yourself from squirming in discomfort. you can feel dina shift above you and you hope she says something to ease the tension in the room, she’s good at that. she doesn't make a move to shift off of your body so you can quietly hope she isn’t weirded out by your reaction, that she doesn’t want to stop.

“it’s ok,” she says eventually, she still doesn’t make a move to remove her hands, only shifting her weight a little above you, “it felt good right?” she asks as she slowly resumes massaging you, “that’s what i wanted, i wanted you to relax and feel good,” she adds when you don’t respond, her thumbs pressing more firmly again until she pulls another soft moan from you. “you wanna keep going?” she asks, her breathing is shaky and you can hear insecurity seeping into her tone so you nod quickly, turning your head enough to meet her eyes so she can see your sincerity.

“yeah, i wanna keep going,” you reply before you press your warm face into her bedsheets, closing your eyes tight and trying to ignore the growing heat between your legs. dina continues slowly working her way up your back, the heavy silence of the room only broken by your occasional stifled moan or whimper. she pauses when she reaches the bottom of your bra, sucking in a deep breath before she leans down over your body again, tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see your face.

“can i undo this?” she asks, one of her hands splayed out over the side of your ribs and the other gently tugging your bra strap where it lies on your shoulder, “i wanna give you a proper massage,” she hums, “wanna make you feel as good as possible, only if you want it though,” she continues, her hair is brushing against your skin and you’re trying to focus on her words and not how her body feels pressed up against you.

“i want it,” you tell her, your voice sounds a little raw and you try to hide your face again but she doesn’t let you, she trails the pads of her fingers over your cheek and you’re sure she can feel how warm your blush is making you. she doesn’t mention it though, instead sitting up so she can run her hands under your shirt, pushing it up slowly enough that if you wanted to protest you could. you think, privately, you wouldn’t tell her to stop if the world was ending but it’s a sweet gesture and you offer her a smile in thanks.

she gently maneuvers you until she can pull the shirt over your head, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before she begins to work on the hooks of your bra. she gently runs her hands up and down the unobstructed length of your back when they’re all undone, her fingers trailing lightly over the red mark it’s indented into your skin. her hands feel even warmer on your bare body, her skin is soft against yours and her touch is sure and unfaltering, no longer hesitant. you can feel her shift above you again before she’s reaching over you to help your arms out of your bra straps, gently tugging it from beneath your chest once it’s free and tossing it in the same direction as your shirt.

“fuck,” ellie curses softly from where she’s still sat in dina’s desk chair and suddenly you’re reminded of her presence, you squirm again and glance up at dina who looks just as flustered as you feel. there’s pink staining her cheeks and she’s dutifully not making eye contact instead looking down at her hands where they’re resting on your back, “don’t mind me,” ellie says hurriedly when she notices how the two of you have frozen, “or i can, like, go, if you’re uncomfortable,” she adds and you spare dina another glance before shaking your head.

“you can stay, els,” you tell her, turning your head to look over at her so you can give her a reassuring smile. her cheeks are a little red too and she’s abandoned her journal and pencil, both of them sat on the edge of dina’s desk, she’s slouched in the chair a little, her legs spread wider than before and her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. her hands are clasped together and as she relaxes again she rests her chin on top of them, her eyes leaving yours to meet dina’s.

“yeah, ellie, you’re good,” dina nods, giving ellie a reassuring smile of her own before she looks back down at you, “you still ok?” she asks, smiling a little wider when you nod and situating herself comfortably again, “alright, you’re being such a good girl for me,” she tells you, tapping the end of your nose with her finger lightly, “just keep being still,” she instructs, her hands squeezing your sides lightly before she resumes the massage, her thumbs rubbing firmly just below the spot where the band of your bra had been resting.

you close your eyes again and let out a heavy breath, your body slowly relaxing back into dina’s bed. your cheeks are still a little warm and you’re trying very hard to ignore the heat between your legs, though it only seems to get worse as dina continues, her hips pressed up against your ass as she leans over you. you can hear ellie moving around on the other side of the room and you crack one of your eyes open to look at her, letting out a soft laugh at the way she’s shuffling over to the bed in the chair, the wheels struggling to roll on the carpeted floor.

“listen,” she starts before she has to pause to let out a short laugh of her own, “i was trying to be subtle,” she says, reaching over to brush her fingers against your shoulder once she’s in reach, “carpets don’t allow for seduction, i’ll keep it in mind for next time,” she chuckles, pulling herself right to the edge of the bed so her legs are touching the mattress.

“you were aiming for seduction?” dina asks sounding deeply amused, “i’ve done all the seducing here, els, you were sat with your mouth hanging open while i was doing all the work,” she says, gesturing to the little pile of your discarded clothes and smiling all smug down at ellie who’s brows have pinched together in a little frown. you have to fight off a fond sigh and an eye roll, you can tell she’s taken dina’s bait.

“hey, not all of us are good at this shit,” ellie protests, crossing her arms across her chest. she looks equally ridiculous and attractive like this, manspreading in the office chair with her hair loose around her face, her jaw clenched enough to emphasize the line of it, fuzzy robe falling down her shoulders and pooling at her elbows. “plus it isn’t the seduction part that matters, it’s what comes after that that counts,” she insists.

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” dina hums, still sounding rather happy with herself. ellie doesn’t continue their little argument, instead turning her attention to you, taking in your soft expression and letting her own face smooth out into a smile. dina’s working on your shoulders now and you can’t help but close your eyes, opening them after a moment to see ellie’s face level with yours, her eyes already on your own.

“is it working on you at least?” she asks, her smile betraying that she doesn’t really care, though you nod anyway just to see her smile widen enough for her teeth to peek through her lips. “that’s good, a fifty percent success rate isn’t bad,” she says, her face is slowly inching towards yours, she’s close enough that you can see each of her freckles individually, even the tiny ones and the way her lips are a little chapped.

there’s an eyelash stuck to the top of one of her cheeks and you lift your head up to free one of your hands so you can brush it off. her smile gets even softer if it’s possible as she wraps her fingers around your wrist, holding onto you as she leans forward to press her lips to yours. her lips are warm and soft and you don’t quite know what to do with yourself as she cups your jaw and deepens the kiss. her hands on you grip a little too tight and her palms feel a little sweaty, like she was nervous, it makes your heart melt.

dina’s stilled above you, her hands squeezing your shoulders lightly though it could hardly be considered a massage, it feels more subconscious than the purposeful motions she was making earlier. she shifts against you and this time you can feel how her thighs squeeze either side of you, how she tenses and then relaxes again a few seconds later. you almost feel overwhelmed between the two of them, dina behind you and ellie in front, you don’t know who to pay attention to.

you pull your lips away from ellie’s a few moments later, breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. you feel yourself blush but you can’t pull your eyes away from her face, her eyes and her spit slick lips and the way her own chest is heaving a little from her heavy breathing. she smiles at you and leans over to press another brief kiss to your lips, her hand around your wrist squeezing light and reassuring.

“ok, ellie, i’ll give it to you,” dina starts once ellie has pulled away from you again, both of you turning enough that you can see her face, she has a blush high on her cheeks and it looks like she’s been biting her bottom lip, “that worked on me,” she says and ellie smiles her triumphant i told you so smile that you find more endearing than you’d ever let her know.

“you want a kiss too, d?” you ask, your heart beating fast with nerves though they dissipate when dina nods quickly, like she thinks you might change your mind if she takes more than a moment to respond, “lift up a little,” you tell her, wigging a beneath her until she lifts herself up enough for you to roll over. she sits back down on you, straddling your hips and leaning over you, her hands braced either side of your head. you don’t have time to feel self conscious about your bare chest as her body presses up against yours, you’re more shy about how your hands rest on her hips, how you can feel body give beneath your hands.

“come here,” she tells you, leaning down so her face is level with yours, her hair forming a curtain around the two of you. her nose is brushing against yours and you can’t help but nudge the tip of your nose against hers, smiling at the same time she does, “i thought you were gonna kiss me,” she whispers, her lips are brushing yours already and it doesn’t take much effort to press your lips to hers.

you sigh happily against her and squeeze her hips, whining against her mouth when you can her thighs clench around you again. you can feel ellie move beside you, one of her hands strokes across your temple and the other tucks dina’s hair behind her ear so she can see you both, it makes you squirm a little, the fact that she’s watching you kiss dina just after you’d kissed her.

“you’re so pretty,” ellie says softly, her hand is still stroking the side of your face and you’re sure she’s doing something similar to dina, she hasn’t directed her compliment at either of you so you can only assume it’s about you both, it almost makes you whine again. her hand leaves your skin and you miss her touch immediately, using one of your hands to blindly reach for her, “give me a second, baby,” she laughs, taking your hand in hers and kissing your knuckles before she lets you go again, “i’m gonna help dina get her shirt off,” she tells you, placing your hand back on dina’s hip.

dina pulls her lips away from yours as ellie tugs the bottom of her shirt up and you’re stuck between watching as dina’s body is exposed and looking at her face, the way her lips are parted and she’s looking down at you with dark, half lidded eyes. you settle for staring up at her, you tuck the other side of her hair behind her other ear so you can see her clearly and you think she’s gorgeous. she’s got little freckles like ellie and a few larger moles, you move one of your hands from her hip to gently touch each of them.

ellie pulls dina’s shirt over her head obscuring your view of her face and you blush when you make eye contact with her again, you suddenly feel shy now that she’s sitting above you like this, her shirt discarded and her breasts spilling slightly over the cups of her bra. you’re conscious that she’s looking down at your chest too, her hands splaying out over your ribs as she watches your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take.

“you’re so beautiful,” she says and she looks so earnest you can’t help but believe her, though you can’t pull yourself together enough to form a response other than ‘you too’, it makes her smile wide enough that you’re sure she wasn’t expecting anything more, “you’re so sweet,” she chuckles, resting her forehead against yours and looking into your eyes, “sweetest girl ever,” she hums, laughing again when ellie very audibly clears her throat behind you both.

“c’mere els,” you call, reaching out for her again, you tug gently on her once she takes your hand in hers and she follows you easily, smoothing her thumb over your knuckles, “we gotta get your shirt off too,” you tell her, using your other hand to gently push on dina’s hip until she moves with a reluctant sigh, swinging her leg off of your hip so she can sit beside you, “it’s only fair,” you add with a smile as you pull ellie’s body in front of yours.

you sit up so you’re sat on the edge of the bed, your legs spread enough that ellie can stand between them comfortably. she rests her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her, she has a flush high on her cheeks, her lips are bitten and her eyes keep moving from your face to your chest and back again. you manage to catch her eye and she only blushes harder, squeezing your shoulders in retaliation when you can’t help but laugh at her.

“you’re so cute,” you tell her with a soft little smile, reaching up to push her robe off of her arms as dina presses up against you from behind, her arms winding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder. you can feel her breasts against your back, soft and warm and her nipples pebbled from the cool air of her bedroom, your hands still and ellie gives you a knowing look, taking her hands off your shoulders to pull the robe off herself.

“just watch,” dina whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then another to your jaw, “you don’t need to do anything,” she hums as her hands run up your stomach to cup your breasts, she squeezes gently, her fingers brushing lightly over your nipples. you’re torn again between focusing on dina and the way she’s sucking a mark into your neck or on ellie who’s pulled her shirt over her head and is standing over you with her sweats hung low on her hips.

you decide you can manage a bit of both, tilting your head to give dina more room and leaning back against her a little more so she has easier access to your chest. you use one hand to hold one of hers tighter against your breast and the other to reach out to ellie, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her pants and then up the flat planes of her stomach, over the soft hair that disappears into her underwear and the ridges of her abs.

“you’re so pretty, els,” you mumble, you’re shy to compliment her but you want her to tell her, you want to try to let her to know how attractive she is to you, how you could spend hours looking at her, how you could spend forever here in dina’s room with the two of them and you’d never get tired, “you’re beautiful,” you tell her, your fingers brushing the band of her sports bra, she averts her eyes from yours, looking just as shy as you feel.

“thank you,” she replies with warm cheeks, her eyes not able to meet yours for more than a moment, “you’re both so gorgeous,” ellie adds, looking from your face to dina’s where she’s still pressed up against your neck, her lips resting against your skin as she looks up at ellie, “feels like a dream,” she sighs, reaching out to run her fingertips over the tops of your breasts, her lips quirking into a little smirk when you squirm.

“you dream about us?” dina asks with a smile you can feel against your shoulder, you can imagine the look she’s giving ellie by the tone of her voice, teasing and fond and a little bit in awe, “what do you dream about?” she asks as ellie rolls one of your nipples between her fingers, both of them laughing softly at the way you whine and try to press your thighs together.

“i dream about this,” ellie replies, reaching over with her other hand to tuck dina’s hair behind her ear again, her fingers still warm on your breast, “i dream about touching you and kissing you and having you both all to myself,” she admits quietly, her gaze switching between yours and dina’s, she still looks a little shy but more sure of herself now and she bends down to press her lips against dina’s, cupping her jaw in her palm.

you lean your head back on dina’s shoulder to watch the way their lips slide against each other, ellie’s brows have furrowed a little and dina is squeezing you again, the soft flesh of your chest giving in to her touch easily. you can’t help but let one of your hands wander between your legs, the throb of your pussy too incessant to ignore when you can hear ellie moan into dina’s mouth and the quiet, wet sounds of their kissing.

“you couldn’t wait anymore?” dina teases a little while later when she and ellie part from each other, their chests heaving slightly as they catch their breath, “so desperate,” she hums as she lets go of one of your breasts to join your hand between your legs, she slips past the worn elastic of your pajama pants easily and she bats your hand away gently when she reaches your panties. you hear her curse when she feels how you’ve soaked through them and you whimper, closing your thighs around her which only serves to press her fingers against you harder.

“‘s she wet for us?” ellie asks, her lips titled up into a smirk as she takes in the expression on your face, you can feel that you’re flushed and your brows have drawn together as dina explores you through your panties. she takes a step away from the two of you so she can pull her sports bra over her head without elbowing either of you, she also pulls down her sweats and kicks them towards the growing pile of clothing before she steps closer again. she kneels in front of the bed so she’s level with your thighs, running her fingers over the curves of your body as she looks up at you.

“of course i’m wet,” you huff and it startles a laugh out of dina that she tries to stifle against your shoulder, her hand stilling against your cunt as her body shakes with a few more giggles. ellie watches her with her cheek pressed to your thigh, her hands resting on your hips and her lips pulled into a wide, amused smile.

“right, of course, baby,” ellie chuckles, closing her eyes briefly when you reach down to run a hand through her hair, “can you lift up for a sec?” she asks as she gives your hips a squeeze, tugging your pants down over your ass once you’ve lifted yourself off the bed. one of dina’s hands is still between your legs and the other migrates from your breast to stroke the area just above your belly button.

“you gonna help me make her cum?” dina asks over your shoulder, her eyes meeting ellie’s as she tugs your panties down over your thighs. ellie nods and licks her lips, her hands squeezing your inner thighs as she watches dina stroke over your bare cunt, the low evening light of the room not enough to disguise the glistening of your folds.

“yeah,” ellie manages a few seconds later, looking up at dina with her pupils blown wide with lust, “yeah, i’ll help,” she says as she squeezes your inner thighs again, her face lowering towards your pussy until you can feel her soft breaths against your bare skin and the warmth that seems to radiate off of her body in waves. dina’s touch is noticeably cooler against your own overheated skin, one hand drifting up to cup your breast again and the other spreading the swollen lips of your cunt.

you squirm as you’re exposed to ellie, closing your eyes and leaning back against dina to try to suppress the renewed shyness you feel. dina makes a soft cooing noise and kisses your temple, letting her head rest against yours as ellie leans forward and presses a few kisses to your inner thighs before she reaches your cunt. you can feel her exhale a long breath as she stares at you as you clench around nothing, a soft groan escaping her before she finally begins to lap at your entrance, right where you’re wettest.

“you don’t need to be shy,” dina tells you softly, letting go of your chest to gently take your jaw in her hand, she tilts your head down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and tutting at your closed eyes, “look at ellie,” she says, stroking the side of your face, “look how much she loves your cunt,” she whispers and you do, opening your eyes to watch ellie between your legs.

she’s wrapped her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to where she’s buried her face against you, her nose bumps your clit as she laps at you and the sounds she’s making are so wet it makes you flush all over again. whatever mess she’s making doesn’t seem to bother her as she keeps her mouth attached to you, her motions only getting more enthusiastic as you moan.

your hands flail a little when she attaches her lips to your clit, the sucking not able to disguise the way she smirks against you. you find purchase gripping dina’s thighs where they bracket your own, digging your nails into her skin until she hisses and gently bats your hands away.

“come here,” she tells you, shifting backwards until you’re laying on the bed, your legs still hanging over the edge comfortably and your thighs held tight in ellie’s hands, “you wanna help me out?” dina asks and she leans over to kiss you when you nod, “you’re such a good girl,” she mumbles against your lips. she kisses you breathless before she moves away again to pull off her pants and underwear, giving you a knowing smile when she catches you watching her, letting you trail your hands over her soft thighs when she crawls back over to you.

“fuck, dina, she’s got such a crush on you,” ellie chuckles from between your legs, she’s taking a break to catch her breath, her fingers stroking over your folds as she watches you both, “she clenched up so tight when you called her a good girl,” she says and to your embarrassment you feel your pussy flutter again, you whine and cover your face with your hands, your attempt to close your legs stopped by ellie’s firm hold on your thigh, “it’s nice to know you like me too, sweetheart,” she laughs, pressing kisses to your thigh when you whine again.

“els ‘s being mean, huh?” dina asks as she pulls your hand away from your face, she’s smiling down at you with the same teasing-soft-fond look she gives ellie and you feel helpless to deny her anything, “i won’t tease you anymore,” she tells you, giving you one more sweet closed mouth kiss before she sits up on her knees and straddles your body again, her back facing you.

you can already tell what she wants as she gets up onto all fours and backs herself up towards your face, her weight shifting until she can use one of her hands to pet your hip. you extend one of your hands to stroke your fingertips over the seam of her cunt and use the other to rest on her thigh as she gets comfortable on top of you. she’s warm and slick and smooth where you touch her and she moans when you brush lightly over her clit, her hand tighting where she’s still holding your hip.

“hey, i said i wouldn’t tease you, don’t tease me,” she whines causing ellie to laugh, she hasn’t stopped touching you but it’s far too light for you to reach your peak, her fingers barely grazing your outer lips. you wiggle your hips to try and remind her that you’re there, arching up as much as you can with dina’s weight on top of you to try and guide her fingers inside of you. she obliges with an apologetic squeeze to your thigh, pressing two fingers into your entrance and curling them upwards until you moan.

you lean up at the same time as you pull dina’s hips down towards you, pressing a little kiss to her clit that makes her hips jolt before she reaches back and rests a firm hand on your head, pushing herself back on to you until you have no choice but to lick at her. she remains in control as you taste her, her hand holding you close to her until she’s sure you’ll be good, that you won’t move away from her.

ellie’s fingers are still stroking your walls, her thumb rubbing circles on your clit, she’s doing it all so incredibly slowly that you find yourself whining against dina though it only makes her moan where her head is resting on your thigh. you can hear when they begin to kiss, the sounds of their mouths meeting distinct from the sound of your mouth against dina’s cunt and the soft wet sounds ellie’s fingers are pulling from you.

she doesn't speed up until your thighs are shaking and you’re so swollen with arousal that her thumb keeps slipping from your clit, you’re moaning up into dina as she grinds her hips back against you and she’s rubbing your hip in a way she intends to be comforting though it only makes you squirm more. you whine out a muffled plea and ellie takes pity, speeding up her fingers and moving her thumb so dina can take your clit into her mouth, the two of them working you over the edge.

you cum so hard you feel yourself space out for a moment, your hands gripping dina’s thighs so tightly you’re sure you’ve left more marks. you try to clamp your legs shut but ellie holds them open, watching the way you gush over her fingers and into dina’s mouth, your walls clamping so tight around her knuckles she’s scared she’ll hurt you if she tries to pull them free.

“you good, baby?” she asks, her voice muffled by dina’s thighs around your head. you nod before you realize she can’t see you, giving her an affirmative sounding hum instead, it seems to work well enough because she pets your trembling thigh and slowly works her fingers out of you. dina leans further forward to lap at your entrance where you’re still wet and clenching and you slap her ass lightly which only results in her laughing against you and sucking hard enough on your clit that you shriek.

“dina,” you whimper, digging your nails into her skin when she kisses over the sensitive area in apology, “dina, ‘m so sensitive,” you gasp, your thighs closing around her head as you try to push her away. you feel hands brushing your hair from your temple and open your eyes to see ellie smiling down at you all syrupy sweet. her chin is a little damp but it looks like she’s wiped herself off on something, it makes you feel hot all over, the fact you made so much of a mess on her.

“hi, baby,” she whispers as she gets up onto the bed and sits beside you, her hand still soft and gentle on your warm face, “d’you want a pillow?” she asks gesturing to where dina’s pussy is still hovering over your chest, “don’t want you to give yourself a sore neck when dina’s just rubbed all your aches out,” she hums, not bothering to wait for your response as she holds your head up with one hand and uses the other to tuck a pillow beneath you. she’s right, it is a lot more comfortable with more support beneath you and you squirm beneath dina until you’re able to reach part of ellie’s body, pressing a clumsy kiss to her knee before you lay back down.

“sit back here, d, i wanna make you cum,” you tell her, squeezing her hip until she pulls herself away from where she’d been sucking marks into your sticky inner thighs, “want you to face me,” you say and she carefully lifts herself up and turns herself around completely, her cheeks are red and her lips are shiny with your slick, she smiles down at you when you squirm, pinching your cheek lightly. you look up at her and smile back, not even able to muster up furrowed brows at her pinching though you scrunch your nose up and pull a face at her when she sticks her tongue out at you playfully.

“alright, babe,” she sighs, as if it’s a great inconvenience for her to sit on your face, though her teasing smile is back and it gives her away, “i guess i’ll let you get me off,” she smiles, unable to keep the act up any longer as she pets your slightly damp cheek and you turn to kiss her wrist. she shuffles up the bed on her knees until she’s hovering over your mouth and you have a hard time looking away from her cunt to pay attention to her, “you gotta push me off if you can’t breathe, ok?” she asks, sounding serious enough that you look up at her and nod before she sits down over you, her thighs tight around your head until you’re totally surrounded by her.

you can guess by the way her entrance is clenching that she’s already close so you try to bring her over the edge, licking and sucking and then laying pliant as she begins to fuck herself agaisnt your mouth. you can hear her moan above you and she gets a firm grip on your hair to hold your head in place as she grinds down against you, practically riding your face into the pillow.

the task of keeping up with dina absorbs you until you hear another muffled moan to your side and a hand cupping your breast. you’re confused for a moment, your brain distracted and muddled, before you realize it’s ellie, that she’s touching herself as she watches you and dina, that she’s touching you to help herself get off. part of you wishes you could watch, but your orgasm has left you loose and sleepy so you’re content to lay back and let dina cum using your tongue, you’ll watch ellie when she’s done.

dina only lasts another minute or so before she curses and shudders above you, her hips rolling against your face as she floods your mouth with her release. she shifts off of you quickly so you can breathe, laying heavily beside you as she pants softly. she props her cheek up on her fist and watches as you swallow and lick your lips, your cheeks go warm under her attention, blushing like you hadn’t just had your face buried in her cunt and she smiles one of her pretty, fond smiles at you.

you lean over to give her a brief kiss, she tries to cup your jaw and crawl back on top of you but you don’t let her, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before you turn and crawl the short distance to ellie. she groans when you attach your mouth to one of her nipples, using the hand that isn’t in her boxers to hold your head against her chest, looking down at your flushed face as you suck a mark into the soft skin of her breast.

“stay right there, baby, i’m gonna cum,” she moans, you can hear her heart beating fast where your head is resting on her chest and you press closer to her as you take her nipple back into your mouth. she whines and tugs your hair slightly, the hand working over herself more frantic now and her thighs tensing, the muscles visibly contracting beneath her skin as her toes curl.

you feel the bed dip as dina crawls over to the two of you, she kisses your forehead before kissing down ellie’s chest and sucking a mark below her collar bone. you watch as she takes ellie’s other nipple into her mouth and bites softly, grazing her teeth over the hard nub, her eyes fixed on ellie’s face as she tumbles over the edge and cums.

you look up and watch as best you can with the way ellie’s pushing your face into her chest, her brows draw up and she bites on her lip as if trying to stifle her moans before she gives up and curses loudly. her body tenses before relaxing with a shudder, her fingers stroking lightly where they’d been digging into your scalp a moment before. she’s so sweet you have to lean up to kiss her, using one of your hands to stroke over her stomach, petting over her soft skin. her abs jump under your touch and you laugh softly into her mouth, pulling away to kiss the corner of her smiling lips.

her hand appears in front of your face once you’ve detached your mouth from hers and it takes you a moment to realize her fingers are slick with her release, three of them coated from the knuckle down. you hold her forearm in both hands, one holding her wrist and the other holding just above her elbow as you take her fingers into your mouth, sucking the taste of her off of her skin. you watch her face as you run your tongue over the pads of her fingers, ignoring dina’s quiet curse in favor of staring into ellie’s eyes until she breaks eye contact, pulling her fingers from your mouth and clearing her throat.

“not enough time for more tonight,” she mumbles, leaning over to kiss dina’s pouty bottom lip when she makes a noise of protest, “seriously, d, we’ve gotta get out of bed before twelve tomorrow,” she chuckles as she tugs both of you down to lay either side of her, dina gives up arguing once she yawns before she can respond verbally and settles for a kiss instead, pressing her mouth against ellie’s as you watch with your head on ellie’s sternum.

dina detaches from the kiss first, saying something about going to get bottles of water though it’s sleepy and mumbled and you can’t quite be sure what she said with ellie’s heartbeat so loud in one of your ears. you decide not to worry about it, letting your heavy eyelids close as you curl up further into ellie’s chest, your arms winding around her waist and squeezing in a light hug. she sighs happily and squeezes the arm she’s draped around your shoulders, heavy and warm and comforting.

“you think you’re relaxed enough to sleep through the night?” she asks and you can tell she’s grinning without having to open your eyes, you’re too sleepy to do anything more strenuous than nod, mumbling a quiet yes, thank you, els as she pulls the duvet up over you both and drops a soft little kiss on top of your head.

#ellie x reader #dina x reader #ellie x dina x reader #ellie williams #dina tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader

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lelelenaxx · 3 months

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TLOU TWITTER LINKS

Ellie williams

Ellie eating you out

scissoring with ellie

ellie rewarding you for being a good girl

fingering ellie before she goes for patrol

ellie riding your strap

ellie plowing you from the back :D

Abby Anderson

ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE

ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE PT.2

tribbing with abby before she goes for an assignment

dont get mad but, ABBY STRAP GAME PT.3

Abby grinding on youuuu <333

abby eating you out to help you go to sleep

Dina (Woodward?)

dina eating you out aftter patrol

dina using her strap on you

eating dina out :D

giving dina the strap

MILF!dina fingering you

dina fucking you with her strap

Joel Miller

joel treating his good girl <333

joel taking his stress out on you

this is so joel idc

joel making you squirt

joel fucking you before patrol

pre-outbreak!joel :3

Jesse

jesse pounding you

riding jesse after patrol

normal world!jesse fingering you in the car

getting high and getting fucked

edging jesse

jesse treating you

if you’re getting a ‘doesn’t exist’ page, log into Twitter with an account and they should all show up xx ❤️

#tlou smut #tlou #tlou fanfic #Joel miller x Reader #joel miller smut #Ellie Williams x reader #Ellie Williams smut #Abby Anderson x Reader #abby anderson smut #Dina x Reader #Dina smut #Jesse x Reader #Jesse smut

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ezllie · 7 months

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can we talk about the way she looks at dina’s lips and then pushing her down as she kisses her ?? dina is lucky in this oh my

#ellie williams #tlou2 #wlw #ellie the last of us #lesbian #ellie williams the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie x dina #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x you

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girlrotterr · 1 month

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But I'm a lesbian!

ellie x abby x dina x fem!reader a/n: inspired by the movie, "but i'm a cheerleader" !! Did my own little spin on it. (This may have a part two!)

→ Part two! → Part three! → Part four!

Forced to a camp known as "True Directions," your arrival was no choice of your own. Your parents, upon discovering your sexuality, had made the decision to send you there. As you followed your guide towards the dormitories, someone caught your eye—a girl with auburn hair, casually puffing on a cigarette.

Noticing your presence, the girl glanced up and rolled her eyes. Your guide gestured towards her, prompting her to approach you. Extending her hand, she introduced herself, "Ellie."

"Hello," you responded, your voice betraying your nerves as you shook her hand, noting its soft yet firm grip.

With a sigh, Ellie remarked, "they sent new meat here again, huh?" She took another drag from her cigarette, casting a judgmental gaze in your direction.

"I’m sure to be out of the way," you said, trying to sound confident. "I’ll pass every trial here to get back home."

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Uh-huh..." she mused. “You’ll be here a while then."

“Ahem," the guide cleared her throat towards Ellie, who responded with an eye roll before retreating to her pink bed.

"Very well then, I will leave you to unpack your things. This will be your dorm. You will share this space with three other roommates, feel free to report anything back to me," she said, her tall and commanding presence by her bouncing blond hair as she talked.

"Especially anything involving this one," she added, shooting a glance at Ellie.

"Well," the guide grasped your arms, giving them a squeeze, "welcome to 'True Directions,' we'll fix you right up, dear!”

You gave a hesitant half-smile, trying to hide your discomfort.

Returning your gesture with a bright smile, the guide nodded happily before leaving, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Silence.

Clutching onto your suitcases, the silence became increasingly awkward, and you debated whether to speak up. Should you ask where to put your belongings? But the fear of annoying or bothering Ellie made you hesitant.

Fuck it.

"Um, excuse me, where can I—"

"There," Ellie interrupted, her tone nonchalant as she pointed toward a corner of the room, her gaze still not meeting yours.

Your eyes followed her gesture to an empty white dresser tucked away, starkly different from the others that were already occupied. Making your way towards the dresser, you took in the room once more. The overwhelming femininity was hard to ignore—pink walls, beds, and shelves adorned with stuffed animals. Setting your suitcase down with a thud, you unzipped it, the sound of the zipper echoing loudly in the silent room.

Opening the drawer, the scent of brand new furniture wafted across your nose, tickling it and nearly causing you to sneeze.

Ellie got up from her bed, pulling open her drawer with a tug. In it were an assortment of items—makeup, hair accessories, and jewelry jumbled together. Rummaging through it, Ellie let out a sharp exhale, finally finding something from the depths of the drawer.

Without a glance in your direction, she held out a ribbon and a few hair clips. "Here," she muttered.

Your eyes widened at the adorable accessories as she tossed them over to you. "Put your hair up or something. It's better not to have it in the way, especially during our routines.”

"Ah, thank you," you expressed, catching them. "Are these.. yours?"

"Yeah... unfortunately," Ellie responded dryly.

With a nod, you started to arrange your hair with the clips.

As you styled your hair, the weight of Ellie's gaze pressed against your back like a physical force. Every subtle movement you made was studied, from the way you lifted strands of hair to the careful twisting of the ribbon around the ponytail. Even the simple act of tucking a stray lock behind your ear felt intense.

What’s this girl's deal?

The intensity of her stare became almost suffocating, leaving your hands trembling slightly as you worked. Despite her focus only on your hair, the sensation of being under her gaze felt like she was peering into your soul.

Finally, Ellie broke the silence with a quiet, husky voice, her words cutting through the tension. "You need a mirror?"

Her gaze remained fixed on you, relentless.

"No," you managed to reply, attempting to be confident.

But the moment her voice echoed throughout the room, heat began rising to your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but hesitate. Her presence felt overwhelming, a mix of nerves, fear, and desire swirling within you, all under her attention.

“Hm..” Ellie replied, seeming more curious now. She uncrossed her arms and slowly walked over to you. You could hear the way Ellie’s footsteps made the floor creak as she walked.

"Hm?" you managed to utter as Ellie closed in on you, her presence surrounding you with every step she took. The breath from her lips brushed against the nape of your neck as she leaned in.

"You're missing a strand," Ellie said, her voice softer than before.

The sensation of her being so close, her breath teasing your skin. You wanted to turn around and face her.

Her closeness was so overwhelming.

As Ellie's hand brushed against your hair, a sharp shiver coursed through your spine, setting your heartbeat into a quick rhythm. Her touch lingered, fingers twirling strands of your hair, as she leaned in even closer, so suffocatingly close. It felt as though Ellie was on the verge of whispering something, her breath agonizingly near-

"Yo, Ellie!"

The tension in the room broke as Dina and Abby burst in, causing Ellie to let go of your hair and step back.

Their expressions shifted abruptly from excitement to surprise as they noticed you. Dina's curious gaze looked over, her head tilting in confusion, while Abby's cold stare pierced through you.

"You must be the new one," Abby remarked, her tone icy, her eyes never leaving you as if dissecting your very being.

"Y-yeah.. I am," you responded, finally finishing your hair.

Abby simply nodded in acknowledgment, while Dina chuckled to herself.

"Aw, the new girl is all nervous!" Dina's teasing remark was followed by a smirk and a playful wave of her hand. She shifted her attention to Ellie, observing her growing annoyance. Dina seemed to catch on to something, finding the situation amusing.

"Ooooh! Ellie was hitting on ya!" Dina's snickering only added to Ellie's frustration as she clenched her jaw tightly, arms crossed.

Abby, maintaining her silent observation, continued to stare at the both of you.

"Ah! no..she was just helping me with my hair," you replied, attempting to stop the teasing.

"Awh. Is that so?" Dina's teasing tone persisted as she continued to giggle, her gaze towards Ellie who remained annoyed.

Abby's gaze suddenly shifted as she walked towards you, gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Her touch was surprisingly tender.

"There," she remarked softly, a smile gracing her lips, the gesture catching you off guard. It was so unexpected. "You had missed a strand."

Abby looked back at Ellie, a smirk on her lips, her eyes flickering as she made a mocking glance with her.

Suddenly, the camp director barged in, her authoritative voice vibrating throughout the room. "Ladies!" she commanded, making all the girls snap their attention towards the door where the camp director now stood.

Ellie groaned as soon as she heard that familiar voice.

"All of you, get out for morning exercise," the director ordered, her stern gaze scanning everyone. "Now."

With a swift turn, the camp director walked out of the room, the echo of her clicking heels fading as she left. Abby, Dina, and Ellie all groaned in unison, knowing what was to come. They made their way to their designated dressers, preparing to change into their gym clothes.

Amidst the shuffling of clothing, you voiced your confusion. "W-what are we doing?"

Abby scoffed at your question, a smirk on her lips. "Did Ellie not go through the routines and rules with you?"

You shook your head.

"Not surprising," she remarked before chuckling, "she always seems to get distracted-"

“We're doing morning cardio and stretching routines,” Ellie cut in, her voice clear and assertive, pulling out her sports bra and short shorts. “Your gym clothes are in your dresser.”

Abby bit her lip, suppressing a laugh. "Well, there you go.”

You nodded in understanding, “thanks..”

Walking to your dresser, you pulled open the top drawer, revealing a variety of outfits and uniforms, all varying shades of pink. The sight left your head spinning a bit as you realized this would be your life for the next couple of months.

As you began changing, you felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over you. With hesitant movements, you peeled off your shirt and skirt, the fabric slipping from your skin with a soft rustle. All the while, you were aware of Abby and Ellie's eyes lingering on you.

Abby's gaze, though subtle, was sharply observant, her eyes tracing up and down your body with an almost predatory glare. It was as if she was memorizing every curve and contour. Meanwhile, Ellie's attention was more focused, her gaze lingering on specific areas of your body, like your hips and chest. There was an intensity in her stare, a curiosity that was borderline intrusive.

Slap!

With a sharp sting on your ass, a sudden jolt of surprise chilled through you, causing you to yelp. "You'll make us late at this pace!" Dina's voice rang out, her arm wrapping around you protectively, shielding you from the view of Abby and Ellie.

"Ah! You're right," you exclaimed, quickly slipping into your gym clothes.

Dina gave you a quick grin before turning her attention towards Abby and Ellie. Squinting her eyes playfully, she shook her head slowly, teasingly disappointed in the two of them. Abby hurriedly looked away, pretending to be preoccupied with tying her shoelaces, while Ellie rolled her eyes.

───

As you and the other girls made your way to the track, you found yourselves walking together in a small group. Ellie and Abby led the way, showing no signs of slowing down despite your struggle to keep up. Meanwhile, Dina’s pace was slower, occasionally glancing at you.

"So, how'd you get caught?" Dina asked slyly, a mischievous look in her eyes.

You turned to look at her, taken aback by the sudden question. "What?"

"You were sent here for a reason," Dina said curiously, making Abby and Ellie turn their heads, intrigued to hear your response.

"I..don't think I want to share," you said, avoiding eye contact from feeling a bit nervous.

"Oh, come on!" Dina urged, now walking next to you, realizing your hesitance. "Don't be so shy. How about we tell you ours? Will that make you less embarrassed?"

"Hmm..alright," you agreed. Maybe learning about their experiences would help get to know them.

Excitedly, Dina clapped her hands together. "Okay, okay! I'll go first." She moved closer to you, her shoulder practically bumping into yours. "I got caught watching lesbian porn."

A snicker escaped Ellie's lips as she tried to hold back her laughter.

Dina shot a playful glare. "You have no right to laugh, El's."

"Doesn't make it any less funny," Ellie retorted.

Dina scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Since it’s sooo funny, you go then."

Ellie's eyes locked onto yours, her voice embarrassed. "I ordered a strap online, and it got delivered to the wrong address. To my fucking neighbor, Seth. Dude went ballistic and sent me here, said I needed to be controlled."

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks as Ellie's words sank in, full of curiosity and intrigue. The mere idea of her wearing a strap sent a flow of sensations that pulsed throughout your body. Your throat became dry trying to visualize it.

"Ab's! Your turn!" Dina interrupted excitedly, Abby's story was always her favorite.

Abby smirked, turning her gaze towards you. "Unlike Ellie, I got to use my strap," she remarked mischievously.

Ellie groaned at Abby'scomment, clearly unimpressed.

“I got caught fucking my father's assistant nurse with it.”

Dina squealed as she shook your arm excitedly. "Now THAT'S a coming out story!" she exclaimed.

Ellie shot Dina a glare, clearly annoyed by her reaction. With a scoff, she turned her head away, facing in the opposite direction.

Abby, on the other hand, smirked at Ellie's and playfully hit her back. "Aw, it's okay, El's," she said reassuringly.

"Okay, okay, tell us yours now," Dina urged eagerly, her and Abby's curious gazes fixed on you,

“Well..” you began, your hands fidgeting nervously as you mustered up the courage. “My parents walked in on me and my cheer captain…” You hesitated for a moment before continuing “...69’ing on the kitchen counter.”

Ellie quickly snapped her head back to look at you. Dina and Abby’s eyes widened, completely startled.

“Y-yeah…” you confirmed, meeting the girls' shocked gazes. “Mid-squirt too…”

Ellie’s eyes widened as if they were going to pop. Dina’s jaw dropped, with her mouth slowly curving into a smirk, “You fucking win.”

───

"Alright, ladies," the head director announced, her voice carrying across the track, “forty-five minutes around the track, as per usual. Afterward, we hit the showers in preparation for cooking classes."

"Remember, ladies," she continued excitedly, "these skills aren't just beneficial, they also attract men! It's just another step closer to becoming 'normal'."

The moment the word "normal" left the director's lips, you noticed the collective eye rolls and groans from the other girls. Ellie's jaw tightened as she stared away, grumbling under her breath. Abby crossed her arms, completely unamused, while Dina couldn't help but snicker, lowering her face to hide her giggle.

With a sharp blow of the whistle, the director signaled the start of the morning run.

As you began your laps around the track, you couldn't help but notice the effortless speed and stamina of Ellie and the other girls. They seemed to glide around the track with ease.

Struggling to keep up, your legs began to burn. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you pushed yourself onward.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Abby asked.

"Ye..yeah..." you managed to reply between heavy breaths.

Abby arched an eyebrow, clearly seeing through you. "You do know we have about 20 more laps to go, right?"

Before you could respond, a sudden stumble sent you tumbling to the ground. Abby instinctively reached out to help, but her attempt only resulted in her losing her balance, causing her to trip and accidentally pull Ellie down with her.

Ellie hit the concrete hard, her knee taking the force of the fall. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her jaw tightly as pain shot through her scrapped knee. With all three of you on the ground, the sudden scene caused a chuckle from Dina. "Holy shit, you guys fell like bowling pins," she remarked.

"Shit, sorry El's-" Abby began to apologize.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Ellie yelled, her tone cold as she glared up at Abby.

Abby glared back at Ellie, her expression tense. "What-"

“Watch where you’re fucking going. It’s not that hard,” Ellie snarled, gritting her teeth as she noticed the large scrape on her knee.

“T-that was on me-" you added, feeling guilty for the accident.

Abby suddenly got up, her face contorted with anger as she looked down at Ellie. “I didn’t mean to, I-"

Ellie suddenly stood up too, her height making her have to look up at Abby. “I’m so fucking sick of you trying to assert something. It’s fucking annoying.”

Abby scoffed, “Yeah? I’m tired of your pussy fucking attitude.” She then moved closer towards Ellie, the sudden bump causing Ellie to sway a bit.

Ellie chuckled, tilting her head to the side before locking eyes with Abby. “Pussy, huh?”

“You are what you fucking eat,” Abby snapped back, her tone sharp.

You got up from the concrete floor, every inch of your body feeling the lingering sting from the sudden impact. “She didn’t mean to, I tripped and-” you tried to explain, but before you could finish, Ellie raised her fist. Her initial target being Abby, who managed to step back just in time to avoid the blow. Unfortunately, you stepped further, positioning yourself between them, but before you could react, Ellie's fist mistakenly met your nose.

“Holy shit!” Dina yelled, her hand covering her mouth in shock.

You felt the impact jolt through your body as you stumbled back, finding stability in Abby's embrace as her arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Fuck, I am so sorry-" Ellie began to apologize, her voice filled with remorse.

“Fucking really?!?” Abby yelled, frustrated as she stepped you to the side. “You fucking hit her!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Ellie yelled back, her tone defensive as she tried to explain herself.

“Didn’t mean to? You punched her!”

“G-guys, I’m fine-" you said, your voice strained through the pain, attempting to step towards them again, holding your throbbing nose.

“I was clearly trying to punch your bitch ass!” Ellie yelled.

“Oh yeah?” Abby raised her fist, aiming for Ellie, her knuckles clenched as she intended to give her a piece of her mind for hurting you and being such a brat. However, as you stepped in between them once again, Abby's fist accidentally hit you, the impact shocking you and causing a blur in your vision.

“Oh my god!” Dina yelled, her eyes widening in horror as she flinched.

You stumbled backward, the world blurring around you as you tripped over your loose shoelace, your body rushing towards the concrete floor once again, jarring your senses and sending a wave of pain through your body.

Abby took her hands to her chest, her mouth covered in disbelief.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! Are you okay?” Ellie exclaimed, her voice filled with concern as she quickly knelt down beside you.

Your nose was now bleeding, droplets of blood scattering across the concrete floor like raindrops. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, mixing with the scent of sweat. You winced as pain shot through your face, throbbing relentlessly.

“I think my nose is broken…” you managed to say, your words muffled by the blood dripping down your face.

“Now nobody can sit on her face,” Dina groaned.

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Unwanted attraction // e.w

coworker!ellie ✗ fem reader

cw/wc: 11k ; tried to proofread it but im blind asf and i need glasses so!! smut, swearing, strap on sex r!receiving, oral r!receiving, also mention of ellie receiving it but i was too lazy to write that part (possibly gonna make a few drabbles about it in the future, who knows) fingering r!receiving, angst. enemies to lovers trope :')

a/n: i'm well aware my silly goofy goose is the sweetest baby ever but imagine if she hated you, what would it be like? (besides trying to kill you and hunting you down ofc, let's remember this is AU) idk been daydreaming about it.

highly inspired by a bot on Chai ( *︾▽︾)

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Rough sex on the bedroom floor

Hop in the shower, she begging for more

Do not disturb on the hotel door

✩ coworker!ellie made sure to make your life a living hell at work, whether it came to messing up with the neatly organized files on your computer or desk, complaining about everything you did, talking shit behind your back, stealing your coffee (and she didn't even like coffee, but she'd do anything to piss you off), calling you names, make fun of your clothes but at the same time checking you out whenever you bent over your desk or to pick up something from the musty floor. Such a delight she was.

✩ coworker!ellie absolutely hated how everyone seemed to love you, except her, of course. She despised how you always wore a stupid smile on your face as if nothing could ever bring you down, not even her. Your mere presence was enough to light up the whole room. She couldn't figure out what about you instantly attracted people.

✩ coworker!ellie hated how you always organized everything by color, name, and date like a freaking maniac, and obviously, she couldn't help but tease you about it.

"OCD much, baby?" "You should get this obsession of yours checked. it's not normal."

✩ coworker!ellie works as a photographer while you are a writer. Your job is to write anything that your boss asks you to write. However, Ellie often sends you the pictures you need for your works in the middle of the night or past the deadline, making sure you work overtime to finish your project. This often results in you getting yelled at by your boss the next day (which was exactly what she wanted)

✩ coworker!ellie always found something to complain about when it came to you. She disdained you and didn't even try to hide it. She would criticize everything about you, from your clothing choices to your makeup and hair. It was as if she were looking for flaws to point out and would not rest until she found something to complain about. She never seemed to give you a break, and you always felt like you were walking on eggshells around her. Despite your efforts to be friendly towards her, Ellie never reciprocated. But what she hated the most was how she couldn't actually bring herself to hate you; she hated how her body reacted whenever she let her eyes linger on your ass and tits for too long. She absolutely hated the skirts you wore almost every fucking day; it was a curse cause she couldn't despise your body.

✩ coworker!ellie hated how you talked, the sound of your voice, and how obnoxious it sounded when you spoke or giggled but secretly wondered how you'd sound beneath her, whimpering and moaning her name.

✩ coworker!ellie deeply dislikes when you gesticulate while talking and how your dimples show when you laugh at someone else's jokes in the office, especially when it's one of those stupid man. Because how stupid could you be? It was obvious that he was flirting with you with the only intent of getting into your panties.

✩ coworker!ellie gags around you whenever you walk by, and she makes sure you know how fucking disgusting you smell. How your flowery scent disgusts her; she's so pathetically disgusted by it that all she wants to do is bury her nose into the crook of your neck.

"Who the fuck is wearing this perfume? smells fucking disgusting" "Smells like shit in here"

✩ coworker!ellie always finds a way to put the blame on you when she screws up, especially when her boss is pretty pissed at her and is complaining about how she's not responsible enough and doesn't pay attention to detail.

✩ coworker!ellie will talk over you during meetings, even when she had been quiet the whole time. The moment she decides to speak up is when you take the initiative to do so. What a coincidence.

✩ coworker!ellie would often mock and make fun of you whenever you mispronounced something.

"You hear yourself? Like, ever?" "Princess' forgetting grammar today, isn't she?"

✩ coworker!ellie constantly makes rude and disrespectful comments about your ideas and contributions saying shit like

"That sounds like a stupid idea. But what were we expecting from you?" "Do you ever make yourself useful?" Your boss and everyone else in the room had enough of the ongoing rivalry between you two and they would always tell her to suck it up and take it outside. That's how things usually went: she'd say something mean, and you couldn't let her have the last word. You were always nice to everyone but you eventually grew tired of her ugly attitude and how unmotivated it was. Cause why the fuck was she so snappy about everything? What have you ever done to her? Easy. Absolutely nothing.

✩ coworker!ellie has never invited you to any of their coworkers' hangouts. She always came up with excuses to avoid inviting you, and the best part was that you knew nothing about it; she'd make excuses like

"She told me her grandma is sick" "I dunno, she said she already had plans" "She's dogsitting this weekend" Imagine how worried your coworker Dina was about your grandma. The poor girl was so concerned that she had to reach out to you and ask about it. What if you needed a friend to talk to? You knew she would always be there for you no matter what, but that's beside the point. Ellie most likely didn't consider Dina walking up to you to ask about your grandma, or maybe she did; it's not like she cared. Her sole purpose appeared to be provoking you anyway. "yn, how's your grandma doin'?" she had this soft, worried tone going on "My…grandma?" you looked puzzled and tilted your head slightly, trying to make sense of what was going on cause what the fuck was she talking about? Your grandparents weren't even around anymore. "Oh, but last Friday Ellie said…" she trailed off, finally connecting the dots. "Y'know what? I think I misunderstood." she quickly brushed off the awkward situation with a chuckle, realizing that adding more fuel to the rivalry you two had going on was pointless. she decided that from now on, she would be the one to invite you to their girl nights out. Imagine Ellie's surprise when she saw you enter the restaurant Dina had chosen, the brunette giving Ellie a mischievous smile from across the table.

✩ coworker!ellie can't help but look at your ass whenever she'd get the chance, the way you walked, the sway of your hips. She had always wondered what kind of underwear you wore and of what color. As much as she despised you, she wanted to know everything about you. What made you icky, what didn't. What was your type, what made you horny and desperate. Those kinds of things, ordinary things, basically. And she really couldn't stop fantasizing about you, imagining herself fucking you from behind, smacking your ass hard enough to leave marks on it, all five fingers.

✩ coworker!ellie couldn't quite figure out your sexuality. You were so friendly to everyone and she couldn't count on her gay-radar at all. She claimed that thing was pure bullshit cause she always ended up pursuing straight women. (such a loser)

✩ coworker!ellie felt like she had won the lottery the moment she caught you checking out your new coworker, who happened to be a girl. She couldn't pinpoint why she felt that way, she hated you after all, right?

✩ coworker!ellie spilled your pumpkin spice latte all over the scattered papers on your desk the same day out of…jealousy?

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" you raised your voice at her and promptly grabbed some paper tissues to fix the damage she had done. "Do what, princess? it was a mistake, chill out." she flatly said, veiny hands stuffed into her pockets, doing absolutely nothing to help you. She just stared at you with a cocky grin on her face, feeling proud of herself "It tastes like burnt shit anyways, dunno why you drink it." her nonchalance was making you even more furious than you already were

✩ coworker!ellie unconsciously licks her lips when you cross your legs and your skirt moves up just a bit enough for her perverted mind to think of all the filthy things she'd do to you if she didn't hate you so much.

✩ coworker!ellie who whistled whenever you bent over. And as soon as you straightened up, ready to go off on her, you noticed that she had this poised and confident look on her face. It was evident that she had anticipated your reaction and had an answer prepared for whatever you had to say to her, and to be quite honest, she mostly did it to get on your nerves.

"What do you expect me to do? You clearly bend over like that for me to notice." "Think I don't know you doin' this just to put on a show f'me?" "You bend over like a slut every single time I walk by. Thought I wouldn't notice?" and she wasn't even wrong. Despite claiming not to like you, you noticed the way she looked at you and you liked it, loved it even. It was quite entertaining how she tried so hard to convince herself that she did not like you one bit. Pathetic.

✩ coworker!ellie completely forgot you were on a business trip the moment she realized you had to share the same bed.

You were both sent on a 'business trip' by your boss and were assigned a hotel room to share for the duration of the trip. The hotel your boss sent you to was not of the best quality, to say the least, and to make matters worse, you realized that you had to share the same bed with Ellie. The situation caught you off guard, and you could sense the awkwardness in the air. You knew that sharing a room was part of the trip, but neither of you expected to have to share the same bed.

He must be out of his mind, was the first thing that crossed your mind.

When you called him to complain about his terrible choice, his dismissive comment made you even more furious "You're both women, I don't see why this is an issue."

Don't see why this is an issue my ass. Working with Ellie was already the worst thing ever, but sleeping with her? the universe or whoever must be playing a cruel joke on you because what were the chances? Plus, Ellie was being her usual self with that attitude, which obviously wasn't helping at all; you weren't gonna have any of it. "Just fucking great, I gotta share the bed with you" emphasizing the 'you' just to make you feel like a disgusting piece of trash that she absolutely despised. you couldn't care less; her petty comments didn't amuse you anymore. In all honesty, you were used to her ugly attitude. When you first started working with her, her hateful comments really got to you. You would break down as soon as you returned to your cozy apartment, making you feel like something was wrong with you. However, your other coworkers reassured you that she was like that with everybody, so you learned to accept it. Kind of. She still made your life miserable whenever she could, but you honestly loved this job. You had worked hard to get where you were, and you didn't see a point in giving up just because little miss hated you a bit too much. She dropped her suitcase by the door and slammed the door shut "You can always crash on the floor," you said back, mimicking her annoyed tone.

As you stood there, she turned to face you, and you could see the anger in her eyes. She shot you a death glare, and her lips were pressed tightly together. "I'm not a fucking doormat" she snapped, her voice laced with frustration and anger, like always.

You couldn't help but huff and roll your eyes at her behavior "Then shut your fucking mouth and stop throwing a tantrum like a little kid" Despite her scarred brows furrowing in anger, you couldn't resist the urge to call her out on her tantrum. Just as she was about to snap back at you, you cut her off with a simple "I'm gonna shower." You walked over to the bed, unzipping the suitcase you had thrown on it earlier. Your fingers searched for your pink cherry-patterned pajamas, which you had smartly placed on top of all your daily clothes for easy access. It was just one of the many small things you calculated and organized in your daily life. And, of course, she despised this aspect of your personality too; she hated how organized you were, everything you did, every gesture, every word; it always was so calculated, while she was more spontaneous (another word for impulsive) and never cared enough about how unorganized she was. As you disappeared into the bathroom to shower, she couldn't resist the temptation to rummage through your suitcase, hoping to find something interesting. An amused smile appeared on her face when she found sexy black lingerie; it was just what she was expecting you to wear underneath those slutty skirts you wore almost every day at work. Being the sneaky little mf she was, she put everything back the way you left it so you wouldn't suspect a thing. "Borrowing" a pair of your panties, a souvenir.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you noticed that she had already changed into her comfortable pajamas. She was wearing a pair of black boy shorts and a t-shirt from what seemed to be a band she loved. The shirt looked worn out, the colors faded, but you could still make out the logo of the band, it was a casual yet charming sight. Despite her best efforts to control herself, she found herself unable to resist the urge to stare at you intently, your soft curves, and how the cherry-patterned shorts hugged your ass as the top fell loose over your boobs. It didn't take her too long to notice that you weren't wearing a bra, nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your top, but she forced herself to look away.

"D'you ever take a shower?" you quipped as you strolled to the right side of the massive bed "I took a shower earlier today. Besides, I don't smell bad, so there's really no reason to," she walked to the other side of the bed while trying her best to avoid making eye contact with you. "You gotta shower before getting into bed, it's just gross not to," you scolded her in a mom-like tone, making her roll her eyes in response. "Don't boss me around. I don't need a shower. I smell just fine." she said. You were getting on her nerves again, and you could tell from her annoyed tone; she never liked feeling judged or being told what to do. So, you decided to drop it — too tired to start another argument. You let out a sigh and collapsed onto the soft mattress, feeling instant relief in your back. Your gaze was fixed on the ceiling, "Well, at least it's comfy," you muttered to yourself, as she climbed in next to you and grumbled, "I guess so" and turned away from you, yanking the covers over her head.

The room fell silent, both of you trying your best to ignore each other's presence. You shut your eyes, and so did she. Over 10 minutes passed, and you were still wide awake; why were you suddenly struggling to fall asleep? You were convinced that the little stinky beside you was sleeping, but she wasn't. The little cunt scooted closer to you, secretly enjoying the heat radiating off your body, making sure to keep her eyes shut in the process so you'd think she was sleeping.

She pressed her back against yours, and as much as it felt nice, you shifted uncomfortably and moved again. Your attempt to create distance between both of you turned out to be a complete failure; she kept scooting closer each time you moved away. "You're gonna make me fall out of bed, Ellie," you whined, shoving her away from you. Her eyes shut open, she muttered, "Oh, sorry," and tried to move away from you. But she found herself unable to do so for some reason. She longed for your touch and warmth, realizing that it was a pathetic situation to be in because she hated you; she couldn't feel this way towards you, so why was she? Instead of moving away, she inched closer to you, seeking comfort in your warm body against her cooler, freckled skin.

You huffed again in annoyance and turned onto your side to look at her, realizing how close you two were. "What" you asked flatly; she slowly rolled onto her other side to face you. She blinked slowly, her emerald green eyes taking in your features. You weren't so ugly after all, she thought to herself. She could feel your breath on her face. "Uh, nothin'." She didn't want to admit how comfortable she was with the closeness, feeling your soft skin against hers. "We are not gonna cuddle," you stated firmly. "No, of course not," she agreed quickly, not wanting to push things further either, deep down yearning for something more than just cuddles. She settled back into her spot, trying to ignore the slight disappointment that fluttered in her stomach "Stay on your side of the bed, s'not that hard." the tone of your voice was firm and slightly irritated, "Fine," the auburnette girl muttered under her breath, rolling onto her other side again. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore your presence as you both lay there in silence.

You faced away from her, your eyes shut, trying to focus on something other than the tension you felt in the pit of your stomach. You considered facing the pillow or lying on your side, but your legs felt restless. You wondered if there was a solution to ease your discomfort. The girl beside you groaned softly, annoyed with your constant shifting, her eyes fluttering open as you kept tossing and turning. You heard her sigh heavily, rolling over onto her back and facing the ceiling again "Look, I know you're not used to me or anything-" she started but you were quick to cut her words off "Yeah, I am not" you sighed frustrated and mimicked her position, your eyes glued on the ceiling that seemed to be the most interesting thing ever at that moment.

Ellie turned her head slightly to look at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I guess we could try something different then," she softly said, her voice conveying anything but innocence. A subtle hint of mischief seemed to accompany her words, indicating that she had something specific in mind. Your head turned as soon as she spoke, brows furrowing at her words, "What do you have in mind, Williams?"

"I could help you...relax," she replied confidently, a sly grin never leaving her face. She moved closer to you, her green eyes are fixed on yours. Her heart raced a little faster as she waited for an answer, your consent, anything. Was she fucking out of her mind? Was she suggesting what you thought she was?

You scoffed, "What the fuck, Ellie? 'm not gonna fuck you." you replied sharply, squinting your eyes at her; she groaned softly and hovered over your body, propping herself up on her elbows. "C'mon angel, scared you'll like it?" a cocky grin glued on her face as she spoke confidently almost as if she knew what she was doing. She chuckled softly when you didn't reply, leaning closer until your bodies were pressed against each other, her hand gently stroking your waist "Just let me try," she whispered. Her cold hand sent shivers down your spine when she slid it under your tank top, your warmth seeping into her skin, igniting a fire within her. She had always wanted to touch you like this, even if she hated your guts. She leaned in slowly, eyes locked on your moist, plump lips. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would kiss the girl who pissed the shit out of you daily, let alone fuck her.

Your lips met hers, you felt a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach and chest, like a fluttering feeling. It was as if every fiber of your being was electrified with the touch, and soon, soft and slow kisses turned into a whole makeout session. Her tongue slid into your mouth, and you gladly let her explore every inch of it, her callous fingers gently exploring every inch of your skin and your fingers grasping her messy bun, you still fucking hated her. A series of conflicting thoughts ran through your mind, making it difficult for you to focus on anything. Part of you wanted to pull away, while the other part was eager to explore this, whatever it was. Your grip unconsciously tightened into her auburn locks, slightly pulling her hair. "You little bitch" she muttered under her breath when she pulled away from the kiss, your lips mere millimeters apart, only connected by a string of saliva, "You're a little bitch" you were panting slightly from the intense makeout session "You're fucking obnoxious" she replied without missing a beat. However, this time, no hint of annoyance laced in her voice; her voice was husky and sultry, and she looked at you with such a desire, one that you've noticed before, but she was acting on it this time. Her hand began to tug at your shorts, pulling the soft material down. "And you're not?" you scoffed, your eyebrows raised as you stared back into those green orbs of hers. "Keep talking like that angel, see what happens," she warned you with a sly grin. "Why, what are you gonna do?" you challenged, but she seemed to ignore your question, for now at least.

She didn't waste time, calloused fingers pressing against your clothed cunt as she discarded your favorite pajama shorts somewhere in the dimly lit room. A soft sound escaped your swollen lips, making her smirk in amusement. "I barely even touched you," she teased you, her fingers tracing your soaked and still clothed slit. Your pussy has never been wetter, and you hated how skilled she seemed to be with her hands, how wet you became as soon as she touched and kissed you; almost as if your body had been craving for her touch. "Shut the fuck up," you hissed, only causing her to press her digits on your throbbing clit; she observed you; it was like she was analyzing your every move and reaction. She watched you squirm beneath her. "Aww look at you, baby. Want more?" she purred, her mocking grin taunting you, making you pout and nod frantically. You needed more. Your cunt was starting to hurt and clench around absolutely nothing, you needed her fingers and you couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed by it. You needed her fingers. The fingers of the girl you hated the most. fuck.

She let out a dry chuckle and slowly shook her head, a few loose auburn strands falling onto the sides of her face "That's not how it works, you can do better than that, I know it." she encouraged you. it was all she needed to hear, all her ears craved to hear, you begging for her, begging for her to destroy your pussy.

As stupid and absurd as it sounded, you were only hers in her mind. She had never laid a finger on you before, but you belonged to her. She wanted to be the only girl in your life, the one you relied on; the worst part was that she couldn't even explain why she felt that way towards you. Why you out of all people? she didn't have the answer to that. She loved getting reactions out of you, getting you all riled up and fuming red, that's what she knew. But tonight, she was lucky enough to explore a new side of you. She wanted to absolutely destroy you. She wasn't gonna be gentle; after all, she still despised you.

You let out a soft groan when she pulled her hand away from your core, leaving you wanting more "Please?" you mumbled. Your voice was soft, timid almost. You hated that she was putting you into this position, and that it had to be her out of all people. She had you wrapped around her finger already and you couldn't even understand why. She expressed her disapproval with a subtle clicking sound of her tongue, shaking her head just enough to convey her dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough. She needed more, better.

Her faint smirk suggested that she found the whole thing quite amusing. "Please, Ellie..." you tried again, you could see the irritation build on her face, she let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes in frustration. "Cat got your tongue, or what?" she asked, her voice tinged with impatience "I need you to be specific. Tell me exactly what you need from me."

Despite your usual confidence, you found yourself letting out an airy huff, almost as if to release some of the tension you were feeling. Beneath her, you felt so insignificant, so vulnerable. How her green eyes studied you made you feel so exposed, you needed her more than anything. Your underwear was damp, and the uncomfortable throbbing was getting worse by the second "I want you to fuck me, Ellie," you blurted out, a mischievous grin spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Is that any better?"

"Good girl," she praised you. You could feel her fingers pulling your underwear down, leaving you bare from the hips down, you still had your tank top on but she was planning on taking it off soon, she was yearning to play with your tits, it was all she ever fantasized about. "Relax, okay?" she whispered due to the closeness, her face dangerously leaning into your neck. You could feel her taking in your scent, the same scent she claimed to hate so much, and soon attacking your neck with damp kisses. You tilted your head to the side and let her, as her fingers began to rub your aching nub, making you gasp at the contact, her hands were so cold, it almost made your hips jerk away, but she held you in place with her other hand, pressing her weight onto you to keep you down. Every little movement you made encouraged her to continue. Soft and small gasps left your lips. You quickly bit into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet, suddenly feeling pathetic for letting her do whatever she wanted to you.

"You know how long I've wanted to play with you like this, hm?" she purred into your neck, her fingers drawing slow circular motions on your clit, tracing your slit just to tease you "Fuck, you're soaked..." she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to you, taking note of every reaction you had to her touch. "You're a jerk, you know that right?" your voice came out softer than what you expected, it was impossible to be mad. How could you even be mad at her? She was making you feel so good. "Am I?" she slid a finger inside you, she could hear a few stifled moans coming from you, almost as if you were too proud to show her that she was touching you just in the right places, still struggling to believe you were letting her touch you. "Y-yes. I fucking hate you" you continued, trying to sound as mad as possible, she inserted another finger and began to pump them in and out of you "Why are you letting me touch you like this, then?" she had this sarcastic and taunting tone that would've usually made you mad if she wasn't fucking you right now. "Cause— can't sleep," you stammered out, and she chuckled at your words, amusement etching across her features "Yeah, that's obviously why you're letting me fuck you" She couldn't help but find this funny. You were always so confident, acting like she had no power over you and had her believing she couldn't bring you down no matter what, that whatever she did to you was useless...until now. So finger drunk, you needed her; it only served to boost her ego, making her realize that you weren't so bulletproof and unreachable after all.

"You dress like a fucking slut. Why do you even dress like that, hm? So that Luke guy can drool over you?" It was as if a floodgate had opened, and all her pent-up thoughts suddenly came pouring out as she kept finger-fucking you, her thumb teasing your clit every now and then. "L-luke?" You echoed her words perplexed, wispy brows furrowing together as you struggled to keep yourself quiet. You couldn't even fucking remember a guy named Luke, yet, there she was, acting like a jealous girlfriend while fucking you. "Yeah, Luke —fuck. you have an idea of how bad I've been wanting to bend you over your stupid desk and fuck you hard?" Her tone was rough, her voice dripping with jealousy and perhaps possessiveness, not that she had any right to act that way. "I thought you hated me" She snorted at your words, her eyes darkening with desire and a small grin on her face. "I still fucking hate you, don't be pathetic" she snarked out, pumping her fingers harder and deeper into you, curling her digits ever so slightly; she had your legs trembling like crazy and whining like the slut you were. "Hmm—fucking hate you back" you managed to say between a few whimpers. "Y'know what?" she abruptly pulled her fingers out of you, earning a small groan from your part "No no no" you complained, your voice laced with desperation as a small frown appeared on your features. "Take your top off," she commanded without giving you a further explanation "Your bra too." she added. You watched as she rose from the bed, and made her way over to where her backpack lay, discarded on her side of the bed. You followed her movements with your eyes, curious about what she was looking for. She rummaged through the bag's contents for a few moments before pulling out whatever she needed. A fucking purple strap. "Let's see if I can make you hate me even more." You could not look away, keeping your eyes glued on her as the auburnette stripped down her clothes with a purpose. Your eyes remained locked on her body as she moved and shifted, removing her clothing one piece at the other. You watched her put on her strap-on, her body was more muscular and toned than you expected, her well-defined abs making you almost salivate at the sight. "And you expect me to take that shit?" you blunted out, pointing at the long silicone dick standing erect, attached to her body, her v-line prominent "You're gonna take every inch of it, pretty," her tone was demanding, leaving you no room to argue with her decision.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." you firmly retorted, completely reluctant at the idea, but she was already straddling your lap, spreading your legs wide to adjust you into the position she wanted. If anything, your reluctance only seemed to spark a playful glint in her eyes. She was clearly intent on having her way with you. "You gonna be a good girl f'me." She hushed you, holding the shaft still and licking her lips hungrily as she peered at your wet entrance. You squirmed and tried to close your legs but she wouldn't let you. She quickly spread them apart again, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs as she pinned them down to the mattress. "Nah-uh. Spread 'em open f'me, princess. I won't hurt you, promise." Her tone slightly shifted into more gentle one, and her eyes hungrily glazed over you. You let out a shaky breath and tried to relax all the tensed muscles in your body; she made you feel so vulnerable in that position. "Ready?" She asked before pushing the tip in, slowly, stretching your pussy out so good "Ahh, shit" you hissed, eyes shutting immediately at the new sensation, you weren't prepared for it. "Hurts?" you shook your head to reassure her. "Hurts good." She smirked, enjoying the feeling of power that she had over you. She started to thrust in slowly, only pushing an inch in every two minutes, allowing your cunt to adjust to it. She groaned softly, watching you squirm under her, enjoying how much you wanted it from her. "You're so fuckin' soaked, it's going in so easily" she commented, chuckling at your state. You were indeed fucking soaked, your juices dripping down your pussy, making a mess on the sheets. You arched your back when half of her strap was in, pushing your hips down to allow the strap to slip deeper into you, your cervix suddenly yearning for it. You gasped when the slight pain immediately turned into pleasure, your legs were shaking like crazy, so fucking pathetic; she loved the messy state she got you in. "Look at you, god" her voice above a whisper as she took in your naked body and the glistening strap that was sliding in and out of you. "Oh my god," you moaned, wrapping your legs around her waist to push her deeper into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head; all this pleasure was almost unbearable, but it wasn't enough for her. Her head lowered just enough to take your neglected hard nipples into her mouth, sucking on them. You could feel the tip of her tongue circling the hard nub before releasing it with a pop, switching to the other nipple to give it equal attention. Your boobs were better than she had imagined, so fucking beautiful.

"Always bending over when I walk by. Was this what you were trying to achieve?" she rasped out, slamming her dick into you hard. "Ellie!" a muffled cry escaped your lips as the corners of your eyes filled with unshed tears began to glisten, seeing you like this was one of her favorite things. You were so pretty and desperate, she couldn't get enough. The tip of her purple cock was hitting your cervix just right; obscene moans, a symphony of lustful ardor flooded the air filling the hotel room. "I asked you a question, baby" She grasped your chin firmly and forced you to meet her gaze. Your head swiveled back and forth, your brows quivered under her unrelenting gaze. A soft sniffle emanated from your nose as you attempted to produce a clear response "N-no," but both of you knew that wasn't the truth. You were acutely aware of how she gazed at you with unbridled desire and hunger. The way her emerald orbs scrutinized every inch of your body left you flustered, almost as if she could devour you with just her gaze and you couldn't help but like it.

The strap sliding out as she said "Dunno, sounds like a lie to me" only to slam it back in even harder than before, causing you to squeal. Tears welled up, their weight unbearable on your eyelids. "P-please, I can't…" you pleaded with a feeble voice; it was almost imperceptible to the ear, but she could hear it loud and clear. Her ears were enhanced, honed in on the sound of every little gasp that escaped your mouth, each breath you took, every moan of pleasure. "Can't what, huh?" She appeared to be playing dumb, fully aware of the intense feelings coursing through every fiber of your body. As she moved in and out of you faster and faster, she could not help but feel the heat radiating from every inch of your skin, making her own body burn with desire. She knew that she had complete domination over you, that she had reduced you to nothing more than a helpless puppet at her mercy; she had you crying and moaning like a porn star. "Feeling good, angel?" Your cute whimpers only added fuel to her desire, fueling her to go harder and harder. Her fingers dug into the soft, warm fat of your hips, and her nails sank into the flesh, leaving small crescents behind on your skin. She was not being soft or gentle anymore. Instead, she was rough with you, enjoying her domination and relishing in the feeling of having her way with you.

"Gonna cum on my cock, yeah?" she purred, sending a chill up your spine as her words penetrated your ears, your body was completely at her mercy, and it seemed as though she was the only thing that existed at that moment "No one's gonna fuck you better than me," and you knew she was right. She could feel your walls clenching around her, almost as if you were trying to trap her in. She could tell you were about to cum. The familiar sensation of the knot snapping overcame you, causing you to cry out her name. Your polished nails dug into her back, drawing faint, pink-ish lines that would remain there until the next morning. For some reason, she loved the idea of having a small reminder of what you two had done together on her body. Like a souvenir, one which would bring back fond memories each time she looked at it; Ellie was secretly a sucker for that kind of stuff. Her body pressed closely against yours, her heartbeat as frantic as yours. You could feel every breath she took as she panted on your bare shoulder, the heat of her breath filling your senses and your skin tingling under her touch.

As your high began to fade, she pulled out of you, bringing you back down to earth and back to reality. "Fuck" She breathed out, slowly sinking down next to you on the mattress. You just stared up at the ceiling, completely exhausted and out of breath "Best ride of your life, huh?" both of you were exhausted, but of course, she couldn't resist the urge to tease you a bit more, "Yeah, not bad" You tried to retain the facade of being unemotional and cool, but you were still feeling the aftereffects, your body still trembling "Not bad? I think you have a hard time admitting your feelings" You scoffed at the words; you didn't want to boost her ego and risk her teasing you even more the following day. Your voice stayed calm and composed, but your body language was betraying you. "My feelings for you? I hate you. Nothing more"

"Hate me so much you came all over my dick" She taunted you playfully, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes never left yours for a second, a gaze that was intense and tantalizing. Eventually, you turned to your side to face her, the side of your face sinking into the soft pillow, still blushing from the previous activities, a display of your vulnerability and sensitivity that was hard to hide. Her playful demeanor and teasing were making it difficult for you to keep your cool. "Why do you even go around with that thing?" You couldn't help but ask her the question that had been lingering in your mind the moment she pulled it out of her backpack. "Was planning to use it, obviously," She gestured with her hands as she explained herself. "Not with you, of course." She was quick to add, as if she had predicted the questions that were going to come next from you and you raised your eyebrows at her, your body language showing some skepticism about her answer. Such a fucking liar she was. Sure, she brought it everywhere she went just in case, but she totally dreamt of using it with you, her dirty mind filled with fantasies about the ways she could use it with you. "Such a dick," You rolled your eyes and turned away from her. You could hear her snicker at your words. Unexpectedly, she pulls you closer, her bare chest pressing against your back. Both of you are still sweaty from the night's activities, and you can feel her body heat radiating onto you, her arms wrapped around you tightly. "What're you doin'?" You groaned in protest, trying to get away from her grip. You wanted her to let you go, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel the urge to lean into her touch, a contradiction between your internal feelings and your physical body's reaction. She ignored you and kept hugging you, pulling your body against hers. Your breath hitched as you felt her touch and her body against you. "Spoonin' the shit outta you," She was so nonchalant about it that it drove you crazy. It was almost as if she never really tried to make your life miserable every day. But you couldn't help the flutter in your stomach, your cheeks getting warmer and hotter by the simple gesture. Your body was reacting to her touch without you even realizing which was an unexpected yet welcome feeling. You were thankful for everything that she couldn't see your flushed state. "Yeah, whatever," you grumble, trying to sound pissed off although you're actually feeling quite the opposite. "Sleep well, pretty," She mumbled tiredly, sending a wave of confusion through your body as her lips brushed your shoulder. It was a small gesture, one that should not have warranted this level of reaction. But your body had other ideas. A wave of butterflies erupted in your belly, making you feel a bit dazed for a moment and smile like an idiot.

The following days were filled with unspoken tension and the usual bickering. But this time it was different. There was something more lingering in the air, as though that night you had together had changed the feeling between the two of you. Although the change was subtle, it was there and could not be ignored. She started to think that maybe, she didn't despise you as much as she thought she did, and she started to put up with your behavior as if it wasn't that annoying after all, but she never dared to share that sentiment, as she was afraid you would reject her or not see her in the same way. She would always find any excuse to touch you briefly, grope your ass or your tits, and to her surprise, you would let her; her hands would brush against your body, her grip lingering just a bit longer than necessary. And she seemed to be getting clingier, she hated not being the center of your attention, even for a second. Even though she knew you were writing an article and had a deadline to make, she could not stand it when you were so dismissive of her need for your attention. She tried distracting you by cupping your breasts, hoping to get your focus off your work, but you would just push her away each time. "i really, really, need to finish this." shooing her away like a stray dog with a wave of your hand. She took advantage of your distracted state to sneak under the small hotel desk, one of her tactics to get your attention. The warm palms of her hands gently rubbed both of your knees, a sudden contact that caught you off guard. You jolted at the sensation and pushed your chair back slightly in response, your eyes following her hands as she moved them to your knees. "What're you doing?" You asked her, perhaps with an edge of irritation in your voice, your tone tinged with annoyance and trying desperately to maintain your focus. It was the third time she tried to distract you, and although you found it cute, you needed to finish your article. "What do you think I'm doing?" She looked up at you, raising her eyes to meet yours, as she spread your legs open. She pulled you closer, her hands now roaming freely over your thighs, touching you in ways that made you tremble. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving you alone, and was willing to go to greater lengths to get your entire attention. "Ellie, I seriously need to finish this stupid article," You protested weakly, trying desperately to retain your focus and not give in to her charms. However, the way she was looking up at you from under the desk was more than enough to make you fold the slightest bit. The way her eyes glimmered with desire, the way she was holding your legs and pulling you close to her, it was all taking its toll on your body, making your pussy throb with anticipation and excitement.

"Just wanna help" She shrugged in a playful manner and acted all innocent and cutesy, but the mischievous look in her eyes said otherwise. She was teasing you, knowing full well what she was doing and how she was affecting you, she was enjoying the power dynamic and knew you would not be able to resist her. You sighed and rolled your eyes at her "Fine" You eventually gave in, unable to resist her; an expression of triumph appeared on her face as she knew that her teasing efforts had been successful. "Lean back, beautiful" She demanded softly, her hand reaching up to press on your abdomen to push your back against the chair. You helped her roll up the black skirt to give her better access to your core, making her grin even wider at your willingness. Her fingers immediately hooked onto the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly, revealing your pussy to her. "So fucking pretty" She couldn't help but voice her thoughts, her obsession with your pussy was clear, and she had been dreaming of tasting you ever since that night. It was a shame that she hadn't had the chance before, but she was more than determined to make up for lost time. Already two days had passed from that night and she felt like she was going crazy already.

Her soft lips kissed your inner thighs, sending shivers up your body as they brushed near your sensitive flesh. You could feel her breath as her lips touched your body, and it was an incredible sensation, driving you utterly insane. She loved driving you crazy and she was great at it. "Ellie, your teasing is getting old" You huffed trying to hide how worked up she was getting you. Every touch of her lips on your skin made your body twitch uncontrollably, every caress of her hands sent shivers through your body. Your breath was getting heavier, you could feel your body start reacting to her exploration. "Doesn't seem like it to me, especially judging by your pussy — God, so wet." Before you could even open your mouth to reply, she gave you a small, catlike lick, almost as if she was testing the waters to see how you would react. You felt a jolt through your body as she explored your wetness, sending shivers down your spine and making you squirm in your seat. When she tasted you, she could have sworn her head spun from the sensation, nothing came close to the taste of you. In a quick movement, her arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your dripping cunt closer to her face as she devoured you hungrily. The sensation of her mouth on you was almost unbearable. Her tongue flicked expertly, teasing and tasting every inch of you. The cute sounds she made against your cunt barely audible over your high-pitched moans.

She loved how responsive your body was, how wet you easily got at her touch. It made her stomach do pathetic flip-flops, feeling like a schoolgirl in love. She loved having such control over you, and it made her feel powerful. Your hands gripped the edges of the desk tightly, your breaths becoming more ragged as she continued her work. "Fuck...need—need more, please."

She knew exactly what you needed and was more than ready to provide it. She slid two fingers inside you, curling them enough to reach your g-spot with such ease that you nearly screamed. You were already struggling to keep your legs open, you could feel your orgasm nearing and she could sense it too. She continued to finger you mercilessly, her other hand holding your hip firmly in place; you always moved a lot whenever you were close; that's what she learned in the last few days. Your head rolled back, your legs tensing up as you felt a surge of pleasure coursed throughout your body. Everything was tense, and your breath heaved slowly, and your mouth hung open. Your entire body was in a state of pure ecstasy, your mind barely able to think clearly as you tried to process the overwhelming sensation. "Guh-od," you choked on your own words, the sounds of your breathing getting heavier and heavier as you came in her mouth, the slight slurping noises she made were absolutely disgusting.

When she pulled away, she was gasping for air, and you could see the satisfaction on her face as she had taken care of you. It was clear that she had enjoyed herself as much as you had, and she had absolutely no regret or shame about what she had just done. Feeling you cum on her fingers and in her mouth was even better than fucking you senseless with her strap. "You taste so fucking-" But you cut her off, grasping her hand still gripping into your hip. The sudden movement made her freeze for a moment, taken by surprise as she was still trying to process the intensity of the moment. "I wanna taste you too." You got up from your chair, pulling her up with you. You held her close to your body, your feet moving slowly towards the bed. As you walked backwards, you kept her just an inches away from your body, your grip tight around her waist. "Oh really?" She cracked a playful smile, amused by your statement, clearly in for whatever you had in store for her. When the back of your knee hit the bed, her hand gently pressed on your chest to push you down onto the bed. Everyone knew how the rest would go, you were bound to continue where she left off.

✩ coworker!ellie acted like nothing happened when your little business trip ended, and things went back to how they were. It was as if all the conversations and moments between you two never existed like she had never touched you. She went back to her usual routine of barely talking to you, and when she did, it was usually something negative. You didn't know what to make of her behavior. You expected some kind of reaction from her, but not...this.

✩ coworker!ellie would seem completely normal when you were alone, but when you were in your work environment, she became distant and aloof. She would occasionally take you out on dates and be affectionate after your hookups, but it was such a confusing situation to be in; her actions seemed to contradict each other. She'd act like a jealous girlfriend if someone approached you but she wouldn't commit to you.

She always ensured no one was around before touching you or even saying something remotely sweet to you. She'd sneak behind you and wrap her arms around your waist while you were too busy with something to notice. Her breath would hit the side of your neck, and when you tilted your head to give her easy access, she'd attack your neck with kisses. Or she'd compliment you, but it'd be in her own style and all. "You look like a slut in that" followed by a "Can't wait to fuck you tonight"

✩ coworker!ellie gave you the silent treatment for an entire week after confronting her about her confusing behavior. You couldn't help but feel frustrated by her lack of communication, and you wondered if it was worth pursuing a relationship with someone who couldn't express her feelings properly. One day, when you arrived at work, you found a beautiful bouquet of red roses sitting on your desk, accompanied by your favorite coffee.

She was leaning against your desk, patiently waiting for you to arrive. You couldn't hide your surprise, and you asked her what it was all about. "Got you a lil somethin'," she said, handing you the roses. You tried to remain calm, but you were still hurt by her previous behavior. How could she ignore you for a whole week and get you roses like nothing happened? "I'm tired of your stupid mind games" You frowned slightly "What do you want?!" You let out a frustrated sigh. "No weird shit this time, I promise" she said. "I want to make it official between us." You were skeptical, but a part of you wanted to believe her. You had strong feelings for her, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to take things to the next level, but you needed to be sure that she was serious about your relationship, so you didn't accept right away. She needed to earn it.

✩ coworker!ellie spent weeks trying to make amends and apologize, but you initially remained distant and unresponsive. She tried to win back your affection with small gifts and kind gestures, but it seemed like that wasn't enough. You only wanted her to publicly demonstrate her affection and show everyone how much she truly cared. Eventually, she seemed to get the hint and adjusted her approach. The way she asked you out was...romantic.

You were way too engrossed in organizing the papers on your desk and you failed to notice her walking up behind you. You could hear her footsteps as she entered your shared office, but you didn't expect her to approach you. You heard the door close, but you were too deep in thought, standing before your desk, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you sorted through the papers. Suddenly, you felt her arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Her lips hovered over your neck, where she left a few gentle kisses that made you instinctively tilt your head to the side.

Her hands lowered to your hips, pushing your butt into her crotch; you pushed back slightly, trying to get away but she was just too tempting, and the feeling of her body pressed against yours was too much for you to resist. "What do you think you're doing?" You sighed, trying to sound annoyed. "I want you." Despite your body craving her touch, you knew better than to fall for her emphasis on the word 'you'. Every part of you was trying to resist, calling you to give in to the temptation of her sweet words, of her tender lips on your necks, but the rational side of you knew that this could not end well. But god, the way she was touching you, her hands fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, it was driving you crazy, she was driving you crazy.

You took hold of her hands and held them firmly to prevent further movement. "You're too much of a pussy to actually treat me right in front of other people" The moment your words left your lips, you could see them reach her and resonate with her in a way that you didn't quite expect. She was visibly taken aback, but she didn't stop what she was doing. "I told you I want you. I'm more than serious," she insisted, her tone serious and unwavering. Her hands lifted your skirt slightly, causing you to immediately glance towards the locked door. "Here? Now?" you internally panicked, and she could feel your body tensing up in her hands, but she hushed you. "Everyone's on a break, no one will walk by," whispering tantalizing words into your ears that set your body on fire and made your heart race. "Just keep it quiet, we'll be quick" so you gave in cause how could you not? the way she kept pushing your ass closer to her pussy was just enough for you; her body language screamed desperate, and honestly, so did yours.

Her lips kept kissing your neck, and she knew exactly where the sweet spot was; she knew your body like the back of her hand. Her hands slowly trailed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them, massaging them in circular motions through the fabric. A stifled whimper echoed in the small office and you could feel yourself getting wet, your pussy throbbing like crazy already. "Y-you can't just...do this and act distant when we're in public" she already had you stuttering and struggling to keep your breath even, your voice coming out a lot softer than intended, making her smirk against your soft skin. "I want you" She repeated, her tone serious and sultry, like a serpent tempting you with her words, luring you in with her touches; you sighed at her words. "What kind of I want you are we talking about?" You watched her hands roam all over your body, and they seemed to have a life of their own. She pressed your back into hers, her tattooed arm trailing down to your skirt, sliding under it and inside your panties. "I want to fuck you, I want you to cum on my fingers, and I want you to be mine," you gasped when her fingers found your clit with such ease, rubbing it "Be yours?" You uttered weakly, trying to contain your whimpers. The sensation of her touch was too intense for you to keep quiet, and every little sound you made felt like a confession; you wanted this, you wanted her hands on you, and you wanted her lips. She hummed back in response. "Be mine."

"Ellie, I want to be your-" You let out a slight moan as she rubbed your throbbing nub faster, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hands reached out to grip the edge of the desk to support yourself as your poor legs were starting to give up. The feeling was overwhelming, almost as if she was controlling every inch of you with her touch, and your body was telling you that you had no control anymore. "What was that, huh?" Her tone was mocking, and she loved seeing you squirm and twitch in her grip. Every tiny movement of your body was like a sign that she had that control, that you were her puppet and she was the master in this little game of hers. She loved playing with you, making you lose control, and watching you react to her touch, her words, everything she did. "Girlfriend," you gasped out, finishing your sentence. "You wanna be my girlfriend, baby?" to which you responded with a moan and nod. Without warning, she pulled her hand out of your panties and pushed you down onto the desk. Your whole torso was pressed against the cold surface of your desk, accidentally scattering the papers you were organizing earlier. The girl wasted no time in pulling your skirt up, her green irises focusing on the wet spot she had created — fucking soaked; she licked her lips hungrily, pulling your pink underwear down. "Tell me what else you want, pretty" her fingers tracing your slit teasingly, collecting all your slick and messily smearing it all over your pussy. You shut your eyes, remembering yourself to keep it quiet.

"So ready for me—nice and wet, just how I like it." Before you could give her a proper answer or anything, she smoothly slid two fingers into your hole, sounds of pleasure filling the small room, hoping no one could hear you. "Want you to...fuck...treat me better," Her fingers picked up the pace, pumping in and out of you faster, almost giving you no time to adjust to them, she was so fucking desperate to make you cum on her fingers and god if anyone walked by, they would've been fucking traumatized, it was fucking obscene. Ellie finger fucking you from behind; she had you bent on your desk, just like she had always dreamt of.

"Treat you better, got it — Keep talking, princess." She just loved teasing you. She had you wildly writhing on your now messy desk, struggling to keep your mouth shut, yet she loved it. She loved the tremble in your voice as you tried to keep those cute little whimpers of yours at bay. So dreamy, such a slut you were for her. "I was so- mmph…upset when you…ignored me for a week." Each moan, each gasping breath, told her exactly how close she was bringing you to the edge. And oh, how Ellie loved being in control of that. "Yeah? I made you all sad?" her tone was mocking again, and her fingers moved faster and harder with each word that came out of you just to make it extra harder for you to hold your moans, such a cunt she was. You moaned in response, but apparently, that wasn't enough for her. "No, princess. I wanna talk it out. Use your words."

You whimpered and pushed your hips backward, meeting her thrusts. "I was...Ellie, please..." but she clicked her tongue "Was what?" She urged you, demanding that you finish your sentence. You couldn't see her face, but you knew just by her tone that a cocky grin lingered on those freckled features you loved so much. "Upset, con- confused" you stammered, bucking your hips against her hands as she kept fingering you mercilessly. "Why?" she knew exactly why, it was just an excuse to keep you talking. "Cause I couldn't understand, I just- 'm close." slutty moans echoed in the small office, no longer caring if anyone who passed by would hear you, you were far too gone for that, far too gone to think and use your brain. "I know angel, just tell me how you felt." all your juices making a mess of her hand, not that she cared, you were dripping all over her fingers and hand; completely enamored with the way your body reacted to her touch.

"I just wanted you and- oh my god!" and just like that, you exploded on her fingers; she hovered over your body, bending down over you just to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, her fingers still buried deep inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm. Your breathing was ragged, panting like a dog. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" she whispered in your ear, leaving a few kisses on your neck. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah?" she echoed with a cheeky smile creeping up her face, though you couldn't see it. "Yes, but I'm not your fucking secret." you tried to sound threatening and she couldn't help but chuckle dryly at your words, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Not gonna be my little secret."

And she kept her word.

✩ coworker!ellie went from your biggest hater to your biggest fan. Could you imagine it? Well, no one could. She would bring you up in any context or situation, always speaking so highly of you. Your boss was taken aback by the sudden shift in her attitude. The same-room-same-bed mistake was indeed just a way to help you resolve your issues but never he expected that the two of you would hit it off so well, let alone dating. Safe to say that no one saw it coming.

"Could you give this to y/n?" "Who?" "y/n" "Ohhh...my girlfriend? Sure, will do." throwing 'the bomb' like that so randomly, obviously left your boss thinking she was just joking. No one actually believed her until you confirmed it.

✩ coworker!ellie couldn't stop yapping about you to everyone in your workplace (and outside), it was almost nauseating how much of a lovesick girl she became overnight, shocking. No one could stand her ass for more than two seconds. Constantly talking and rambling about how perfect and beautiful you were, how good you were in what you did — basically acting like a proud girlfriend, showing you off at any chance she got.

✩ coworker!ellie wears one of those customized 'i love my gf' shirts with your face just to embarrass you.

"Ellie, what. the. fuck. are you wearing?" you wanted to be mad, pissed, but it was genuinely funny and you found yourself unable to contain your laughter. She looked utterly stupid in that but you couldn't help but smile. "Told you, not gonna keep you a secret. Everybody needs to know." and she was so dramatic about it, making a bunch of customized things with your face. Shirts, boxers (which you really liked), mugs that she'd keep in her office, either to use them or to just put all her pens in, jackets, anything.

✩ coworker!ellie was always sticking to you like glue, never leaving your side no matter where you were. She would follow you around the office like a puppy, her hands always on your body. You couldn't have a conversation with anyone without her hovering nearby, listening in. She would steal quick kisses from you whenever she got the chance, be it in a meeting or in the presence of others.

Dina stood casually leaning against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of her. Jesse, her boyfriend, emerged from his office with a broad grin on his face, looking a little bemused. Dina couldn't help but smirk "You owe me 50 bucks," she announced, her voice ringing with the sound of victory. Jesse looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "You saw it coming?" he asked her incredulously, raising an eyebrow. The brunette shrugged, the smirk still firmly in place on her face. "It was bound to happen at some point," she stated "and I won, so...50 bucks." She held out her hand, waiting for Jesse to hand over the cash. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his girl's enthusiasm. "Fine, you win," he said, handing over the money. "And you're taking me out for dinner tonight," she added with a grin, her tone smug. "Anything for you, my love,"

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I CAN’T BREATHE

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vvampirelust · 4 months

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just thinking about college!ellie w nip piercings...

warnings: smut, dom!ellie, sub!reader, nipple play/sucking/ect (e!receiving), thigh riding

Maybe she went and got them done on a drunken whim, claiming it was just a bit of fun.

Or maybe, Ellie's finally come to the realisation that she’s a smokeshow. her “business” offering her more and more opportunities to come out of her shell around the pretty girls at parties. Ellie's naturally ruggish appearance works wonders as it is. a newfound confidence boost and swelling ego sat on her shoulders, she can’t wait to see how her partners react to the shiny bars decorating her perky tits.

And it was… the best. decision. ever.

They look good. real good. picture santa barbara!ellie. in that white tank top. having ditched the sports bra because boy oh boy…now we all agree ellie has sensitive tits. The piercings have only spun the dial to 100, anything too tight around her chest is overwhelming and frankly inconvenient throughout the day.

The thinness of her tank top means her new piercings are poking through at all times, revealing just enough to let the imagination run wild. The small indents of the ball on either side of the bar frames her lusty and rosy nipples, glinting anytime the light hits them just right.

It’s safe to say, the girls worship them. Tonight, you will worship them. and that's all that matters to ellie rn.

She has you sitting snug atop her firm thigh, the flat of her foot laid on the bed, waiting patiently for the right moment to apply pressure. Your pupils haven’t been able to leave Ellie's bare chest. Not since she shamelessly tugged off the tank and tossed it god knows where.

Smug smirk gracing her chapped lips, Ellie's thumps press into the skin of your hips. Grabbing your attention back. “Wanna touch ‘em, babe? Hm?” Ellie bites her lip in a way that makes you squeeze her thigh between your own. She chuckles, “Yeah…s’okay. Go ahead,” her chin dips, gesturing to her chest.

But to your surprise. she scoffs and smacks away your tentative, wandering fingers.

“Use your mouth.”

Now you’re just testing Ellie's patience. After you bent down to let the tip of your tongue gently graze across her nipple. “You’re cute,” is all she says before giving your hair a quick tug, and you gasp, pained yelp passing your frowned lips.

Ellie almost whines, “come on, babe. don’t go shy on me now,” her back arches, tits pushing closer to your face, “don’t you wanna suck on them? taste them? baby?” Despite how desperate she sounds, you both know she’s holding all the power. She’s just taunting you. Teasing.

You nod like the submissive thing she’s turned you into, “Mhm. I want to taste them so bad, baby,” you admit, eyes dropping back to her chest. Ellie drags her thumb all the way to your lips, parting them as she arches further, practically feeding her tit into your mouth. “Show me then.”

Her groan is downright pornographic when you finally latch onto her, “atta girl.” your tongue laps over her nipple, exploring the smooth metal, cool as it rolls within your mouth. You test out a flick, up and down; then side to side. Trying out slow strokes and quick flicks. Both motions pulling a loud, high-pitched gasp from the confident brunette beneath you.

Ellie’s slender fingers brush your hair back, allowing her to admire your face through fluttering eyes. She’s hypnotised by how your lips look wrapped around her tit, “so fucking sexy,” she mutters between each scratchy huff of pleasure. “Babe,” she grunts, “babe!”

You hum around her nipple, slurping off her with a pop. your eyes find hers, wide and waiting. “Other side, now “ she pants, pushing your face against her neglected tit, “keep looking at me too, baby, don’t stop.”

Her grip tightens on your hips, pulling you down as she rubs her thigh up against your heat. You moan in tandem, teeth sinking into the plush flesh of her breast, eyes straining yet never leaving Ellie's. You give yourself time to mark her pretty, freckled skin, working your way around and around to her nipple.

“Fuckkk,” Ellie moans when your lips enclose around her piercing clad nipple and suck hard. You never give her puffy and overly sensitive bud a moment's peace. Your motions are turning fluid yet surprising.

Ellie whimpers so prettily when your tongue darts over her nipple, pace relentless, knocking her new jewellery with each and every stroke. “Mmph- good girl,” she strains, rocking your hips against her faster.

Even as you switch back and forth between those little, bouncy boobs of hers. She never breaks eye contact. It's intense. It's driving you halfway towards insanity. Ellie has her bottom lip permanently caught between her teeth. Her drooping eyes, loud noises and furrowing brows are what give away the immense pleasure she’s experiencing.

She mutters out encouragement and orders as she focuses on your every movement. Not allowing the friction from her thigh to distract you from making her feel good.

“Ha-harder baby, suck ‘em hard. Yeah, yeah. Just like that…”

She’s definitely coming in her pants from this.

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caprinyres · 3 months

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her and this gay ass pose

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poisonedprose · 7 months

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snowy-vee · 2 months

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All Mine (2)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: I've spent my whole day squishing my head to finishing it today, and here it is! Also I won't be uploading the pt.2 of Academic Rivals, because I prefer to leave it as a One-Shot but I have in mind another, much better, plot with the trope Enemies to Lovers with Ellie. Read the final note!!

Pt. 1 Here Pt.3 Here

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Ellie knocked on your door for the third time that morning. The first one was before her morning run, the second one was after that and the third was once she was done in the bathroom.

When she heard no answer, she went in and opened the curtains right away. “Get up, it’s the same every morning.”

You covered your face with the blankets to avoid the sun, saying, “Give me five more minutes,” but Ellie wouldn’t have it.

She got on the bed and shook you. “You have practice in an hour; I’m not letting you leave without breakfast, and then you’ll complain I didn’t wake you up,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Sitting upright in bed, you let out a sigh, looked at the clock on the nightstand, and let out a moan. “Els, just give me five minutes.”

She shrugged and said, “Your call,” but before she could move, you grabbed her arm and drew her nearer to you.

“Lay down with me for those five minutes,” you requested, hugging her until you managed to lay her down beside you, even though she was fighting to break free. You didn’t want to let her go.

“Fine! Just five minutes, I’ll set the alarm, I have places to be,” she said, taking her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.

When she was done, you muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,” and placed her phone on your bedside table. With a smile on your face, you raised the covers to allow Ellie to slide into them, encircling her waist with your arms and placing your head on her chest.

She was trying not to touch you with her free hand and you could hear how quickly her heart was beating, as if it was your first time sharing a bed. “You can give me a hug too,” you muttered.

With a clear throat, she said, “If that’s what you want.”

You appreciated that she was a little flustered, even if you couldn’t see her face. It was something you truly enjoyed doing to her.

She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Your plan was to sleep too, but you were thinking about where she had to go when her classes didn’t start until 2 p.m. You turned around slowly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it.

¡Ding!

The notification startled you for a moment, almost making you scream. You quickly checked if Ellie woke up because of the sound, but she was asleep.

“You have to be kidding me,” you whispered, reading the notification from the panel.

Dina (Campus) : I’ll see you in an hour then! I truly want to try those croissants you’ve been talking about, and I also wan…

Rolling your eyes was the least you could do. You shook your head, going to the alarm and deactivating it. Dina was a big girl; she could eat those croissants alone. You hoped she choked on them.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sound of the TV, the microwave, and your humming was enough to wake her up. She yawned and stretched out, all calm until she saw how late it was.

“Fuck!” Ellie said getting up from the bed and grabbing her phone “No,no,no…”

You were scrolling on your phone, having breakfast, hearing how she was going side to side. From the bathroom to her bedroom and vice versa until she came to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I told you I had places to be!” she walked past you to the entrance to put her white sneakers on.

“Good Morning to you too” you said sarcastically “I thought it was your classes where you had to go, it’s 1 p.m, you still have time”

Ellie shook her head “No, it was something else! What are you doing here, tho? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“I woke up like 30 minutes before you, so” you shrugged “You’re not going to drive me to campus today?”

“Uh…” She was roaming through her backpack making sure she had everything “I can’t today, sorry but here, call an Uber”

She left some money on the table beside your plate before stealing on of your toasts “Bye, see you later!”

“She is joking, right?” you thought picking up the money. “Seriously, Ellie?!”

You yelled from the balcony, seeing Ellie running to her car

“Sorry, no time!” She yelled back getting into her car with her mouth full of the toast.

The thing is, Ellie was in a hurry. She had arranged to meet up with Dina for breakfast before class at a café she had suggested herself, and on top of that, she had overslept.

She started the car and began to drive. When she reached a red traffic light, she took the opportunity to call Dina, who answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for her. She sounded a bit annoyed; after all, she had been waiting for her for a long time. But she understood that Ellie had overslept. She suggested they meet at the entrance of the building where they had their only class together.

Obviously, Ellie agreed, but she couldn’t go empty-handed. So, as soon as she arrived on campus, she went to the cafeteria, ordered two coffees, and some cookies that Dina had mentioned she liked yesterday.

“Ellie, you didn’t need to buy breakfast,” the dark-haired girl said, trying to hide her big smile. She grabbed the bag and chuckled softly, looking at the cookies. “Wow, you sure know how to apologize.”

“Sorry, again, for standing you up. It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Next time, I’ll come pick you up at your place.”

Next time? That meant Dina wanted to keep meeting up. Ellie nodded energetically. By the time class started, they had finished breakfast, talked about different things, sat together, and also had small conversations during class.

“That’s all for today. Remember, we start presentations in two weeks. Goodbye,” the professor said, collecting his briefcase and leaving the classroom.

“Well, on Tuesday, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a café to finish it?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellie said, gathering her things. “See you tonight at the party?”

“Yes, but aren’t you going to the parking lot?” Dina asked, watching as Ellie walked in the opposite direction.

“No, I have one more class, and then I’m meeting a friend.”

Dina nodded, waving goodbye. Ellie didn’t have another class, but she usually waited for her outside hers to go eat together. She had no idea why she had said that.

Your building wasn’t far from hers, so in less than 20 minutes, she arrived. She went up to the second floor and could see people coming out of your class, and finally you, but behind you was Abby Anderson. Ellie saw how she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the others. It seemed like you were arguing about something until you pushed her aside and quickly walked to the stairs.

“Ellie? I didn’t think you were going to come pick me up today. Never mind, let’s go!” you said, intertwining your arms, almost dragging her to get out of there quickly. “I think they’re serving carbonara pasta in the dining hall today. You love pasta, right? How great that it’s on the menu today.”

Ellie nodded, frowning as she glanced at Abby once more before leaving. She would ask you about it later…

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“I don’t like it, I’ll just wear something else,” Ellie said, entering your room for the third time with a different outfit than before. You rolled your eyes at her. “Ellie, I’m going to hit you if you don’t decide,” you said, watching her with frustration as she seemed unable to choose her clothes for the party. “Who do you want to look so good for?”

“No one. Could you help me instead of judging?” she replied, tossing the shirt she was taking off towards you. You dodged it, laughing, before throwing it back at her.

“Cargo pants and a black top, good combo, simple and it looks great on you,” you suggested. A few minutes later, she came back into your room wearing the suggested outfit. “See? I never fail,” you said with a grin.

“Fine,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you apply makeup. You were wearing a brown top tied at the top with a bow and a denim mini skirt. Ellie couldn’t help but admire your body, especially your legs, and you could see her doing so in the mirror. With a smile, you turned to her, and her gaze shot up to your face.

“Let me do your makeup,” you said.

“Why?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she watched you approach with a playful smile. “Okay, but only the eyeliner.”

“Kay. Close your eyes,” you requested, opening the black eyeliner as you positioned yourself between her legs. “I’m going to sit on you.”

“Is that necessary?” Ellie asked, opening her eyes slightly, to which you nodded.

“I’m not comfortable, and if I’m not comfortable, it won’t turn out well,” you said, sitting on her and starting to apply the makeup. The only sounds in the room were your breaths and the low music from the speaker. “So… where did you have to go early this morning?”

“I had something important,” Ellie said, almost stuttering. She didn’t expect you to ask anything, but why wasn’t she telling you the truth? Why did she feel weird mentioning that she had plans with Dina?

“Ah, really?” you responded vaguely, clicking your tongue.

“Yeah… And what were you talking about with Abby?”

“Something important,” you shrugged. “There, it’s done, open your eyes.”

Ellie opened them, blinking a bit, smiling sideways. “Does it look good on me?”

You nodded, still on top of her. You grabbed her cheeks and squeezed gently, making her lips press together, and asked, making eye contact with her, “Is it for Dina that you’re getting all dressed up?”

“Maybe”

“Are you planning to kiss her tonight?”

“Maybe?” Ellie was confused about where these questions were coming from and at the same time thinking about how well you knew her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ‘hidden’ her meeting with Dina from you in the morning…

“When was your last kiss? Like four years ago, right? Wow, you’re rusty,” you teased.

“Well, let’s not exaggerate,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink, not only from your grip that was tightening more and more but also from the image that crossed her mind of kissing Dina.

“Do you want to practice?”

“I mean… I don’t want her to think that I don’t know how to kiss. I know how to; I’ve kissed a lot of girls.”

“You only kissed two girls: me, for your first kiss and your ex-girlfriend, Cat. The little kisses at some parties while playing ‘spin the bottle’ don’t count.”

“Well, they should because I kissed plenty of girls,” Ellie mumbled.

“Decide before I change my mind or suit yourself,” you said, finally releasing her.

Ellie bit her cheek from the inside before nodding. “Okay, let’s practice.”

You did not wait to join your lips to hers, starting a slow kiss with a slow peace. Your arms were resting on her shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and your hands were starting to play with her hair. You wanted to explore Ellie’s mouth; you needed to feel her.

The kiss became deeper, and you buried yourselves more into each other’s mouths eagerly, feeling your lips closer as if there was a need that must be fulfilled. Soon Ellie’s tongue found yours, and they intertwined, making you moan in the midst of the kiss.

That made Ellie press her hands that were on your thighs; she had liked that sound a bit too much. Slowly she began to slide her hands upward until she touched the hem of your skirt, which was hiked up due to the position you were in.

Your breaths became more ragged as the rythm of the kiss quickened, and you wanted to continue, but no. If you didn’t stop, Ellie wouldn’t learn, she wouldn’t learn that only you could kiss her like that, you had to keep her yearning for more of you.

So you had to cut it off and watch as Ellie tried to reconnect your lips; it was so satisfying, you had to stop her gently, “Wow, Els, calm down, this is practice,” you said in a joking tone, getting off her, patting her knee to get her attention. She was still lying on the bed with an embarrassed expression on her face. “There’s a party we have to attend, come on.”

You grabbed your minibag and left your room to the front door, and Ellie did nothing but get up and follow you, not without first processing what had just happened a few seconds ago.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ellie opened the passenger door once you arrived so that you could get out of the car.

She had to park a bit far from the house, but from there, you could hear the music and there were already drunk people in the street as you walked towards the entrance. You walked with your arms intertwined as you told Ellie the most recent gossip you had heard in the locker room or that you had been told, and Ellie listened, reacting when she could put faces to the names.

“He said that it was Sarah’s underwear, and Sarah denied it, saying that she was not ghetto and that she would never wear that. Imagine who snapped? April!”

“The church girl with brown hair?”

“Yeah, that one! It was so messy because the previous day she was preaching about how she was going to see the pearly gates since she was one of the last ‘pure’ girls on the team.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way! She’s so dumb, I hate her and more with the fa-”

“Hi, Ellie.”

Oh, you were going to kill this bitch. Dina was sitting on the porch of the house with a glass in her hand; she had probably been there for a short time. She looked at Ellie with a wide smile that decreased when she looked at you.

“I’ll see you inside,” you said, letting go of Ellie and passing by Dina without saying anything. Once inside, you joined your group of friends who were already quite drunk; they all greeted you, some with mini hugs or two kisses before giving you a glass full of rum and cola, more rum than cola. “You all know me better than I know myself.”

“Of course we do, silly, we love you.” You let yourself fall into the couch, tasting the drink, when your eyes diverted to see Ellie and Dina finally entering the party, giggling and whispering in each other’s ears because of how loud the music was.

“I love you too, April!” You smiled in her direction, drank all the liquid in your cup in one go, and handed it to her. “Be a doll and refill this.”

April looked at the rest of the girls and then at you, grabbing it. “Slow down, we don’t want you to repeat the Anderson accident again.”

The ginger girl beside April pushed her slightly, looking at you with her eyes wide open and laughing awkwardly. “She doesn’t mean that.”

Your eye twitched looking at April go refill your drink; you were going to brush it off for now because you had better enemies to fight than her. You had a whole plan on how to snatch Ellie away from Dina, but it hadn’t been formulated clearly, and you didn’t like to act on impulse. Anyway, you were at a party, and you were going to enjoy it.

By the time it was 3 a.m., you were already dancing on the table and shouting the lyrics of the songs you knew, swaying your hips against whoever. You stepped aside for a moment, saying that you were going for another drink, jumping off the table almost falling to the floor, but you could only laugh; everything was funny to you at that moment, and you wasn’t even that drunk! You had high tolerance, only your tongue was kind of asleep and you were stumbling from time to time but you loved to play silly and pretend to be more gone then you really were.

You reached the kitchen, looking for a new glass in the cabinets because you had no idea where you had thrown yours, when you found one, you began to decide what liquor to drink with eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.

“I can’t believe you have me added as Dina (Campus), how lame, I’m going to change it,” Dina said, changing her contact name, but Ellie, who had seen the situation, was not paying attention.

“As you wish,” Ellie murmured, watching you disappear to the second floor; that didn’t sit well with her.

“Done!” Dina smiled, returning the phone to its owner, but Ellie’s gaze seemed worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll be back,” Ellie said, grabbing her phone and following where she last saw you.

She went upstairs dodging some drunk people and the long wait line to enter the bathroom, trying to see if you were in any of them, walking in the hallway close to the door to see if she could hear your voice in any of them until one door abruptly opened and you came out of it with teary eyes but laughing. (What happened in the room?)

“Are you okay?” She asked. Hearing her voice surprised you.

“How long have you been there?” Depending on her answer, you had two reactions.

“I just got here, I was searching for you.”

There it was! The cherry on top of your plan. You hugged Ellie and started slowly sobbing, whispering in her ear, “I want to go home now, please…”

“Hey, what happened? what’s wrong?” Ellie asked, breaking the hug to look at you and wipe your tears with her thumbs. “Let’s go.”

She held your hand and walked to the stairs, turning her head for a moment to look at you once more, and her eyes saw the other person who was in the room with you. Abby Anderson.

Had she made you cry? She was lucky that Ellie was more concerned about getting you out of the party than beating her up.

“Wait, Ellie, my bag is in the living room with the team,” you said before she went outside.

“Oh, okay, wait here, I’ll get it for you then.” You nodded and waited until you couldn’t see her to fucking smile because of your victory.

“Hey,” a touch on your shoulder made you come out of your little mental dance, “Have you seen Ellie? She went somewhere around 15 minutes ago, and I can’t find her.”

Of course it was Dina…

“She doesn’t feel well, must be something she ate before.”

“You sure? Should I take her to the hospital?”

“No worries, we are going now, but here, money for an Uber,” you said, taking some money out of your pocket.

The same money Ellie gave you this morning. You were giving it to her, and for you, it felt so good as you patted her shoulder and sighed with a little smirk.

Dina thought you were calling her poor and mumbled a “fuck you” before dropping the money on the floor and leaving you there just in time for Ellie to come back with your bag.

“Sorry, there were a lot of people in the way,” she handed the bag to you, “Whose money is that?”

“Yours,” you grabbed the bag and started walking out. Ellie frowned, confused, but still picked up the money; it was free money, and everybody was too drunk to miss some dollars. She felt as if she was forgetting to do something before leaving. “Els!”

“Coming!” Whatever, maybe tomorrow she’ll remember; now she had to assist her best friend and be there for her as she always did… like a loyal puppy, a cute and precious one of your property.

Note: I will upload Pt.3 once this chapter and the first one reach 250 so I have time to write and to know that you all like it and want more ty♡♡

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massacredkitty · 6 months

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Hi hope you’re doing okay also I love your writing!

But I just thought of smth so like older!ellie denying shy reader’s orgasms and then overstimulating her to the point where she’s in tears

But if you don’t wanna do it that’s fine have a great day <3

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you wanted to try something different, maybe you’d read about it in a book, heard it from a friend… or maybe you heard it on tumblr. when you suggested the idea to ellie, she was confused on how you even knew about that, her sweet innocent girlfriend asking her to edge you?

you were sooo eager, excited even. but the first time she pulled her mouth away from your cunt, you started to regret the decision you made earlier, and as she pulls away for maybe the fourth time now, tears roll down your cheeks.

you tug at her auburn hair. “ellie— please…”

ellie wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, sliding you closer to her by your thighs. “oh, come on... you asked for this.” you sob at her words, feeling her blow cool air on your clit that tenses under the such light pressure. you try shake your head, tell her that you’ve changed your mind— you want to cum, need to.

your breath hitches as you watch a string of spit fall from her mouth and onto your pussy, feeling the saliva drip further down as she stares at all your vulnerability. “beautiful, baby,” she whistles, pressing kisses to your shaky thighs.

your head falls back, you’re desperate and upset. upset at yourself for asking for this, and embarrassed that you’re enjoying it. “you need to cum, huh?”

you nod almost mindlessly, tears pooling at your neck and wetting your face. ellie tilts her head at you from between your legs, “okay.”

you’re taken aback by her rather blunt response, but have no time to question as her tongue rolls out from behind her pretty lips, lapping up your arousal and sucking harshly on your sensitive clit. it doesn’t take you long to find yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, like multiple times before— you can’t be denied again.

you reach down and try hold her head in place, the mix of desperation and fear making all her touches so much more effective. and finally, she lets you cum in her mouth

but, oh… she doesn’t plan on stopping. you wanted to cum, right?

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sweet sensations

ellie x female!reader x dina

word count: 3.5k(ish)

warnings: nsfw (minors will be blocked), fingering (reader receiving), use of a vibrator (reader receiving), lots of kissing, technically a sequel to my other d+e+r fic but you don't have to read that one first, ellie and dina bicker because that's just who they are

a/n: is this a valentines fic? yes. is it a week late? also, yes. hopefully it's still enjoyable! there was someone i promised another dina + ellie + reader fic ages ago and i finally fulfilled that promise. i still find 3 people hard to write so be gentle with me i'm trying my best!!!

“i got you guys something,” dina announces as she walks back into the room, a slender box tucked beneath her arm and her cheeks flushed pink from the frigid air outside, she hadn’t bothered with a coat despite your protests and if she’s caught a cold you’ll be sure to remind her that you told her so. you can feel ellie perk up where your head is resting against her, her body shifting as she sits up straight and her arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you pressed against her chest.

“what is it?,” she asks in a tone that suggests she’s trying not to sound too eager, though she isn’t doing a very good job and you can tell dina agrees when you look toward her and find her already looking at you with a knowing look. you’d all agreed on no gifts for valentines day and you’d all failed, ellie had started it all by shyly handing both you and dina flowers before breakfast, she hadn’t gotten a few words into what was sure to be a meandering apology for breaking your agreement before you’d wrapped your arms around her waist in a tight hug and dina had leant around you to kiss her temple.

you’d ended up picking something up for each of them on patrol the few times you’d been out with other people, a necklace with a little moon charm for dina and a stack of comic books for ellie, nothing too impressive but they’d been touched and that’s what you’d hoped for. dina had had you help her put the necklace on instantly and then pressed a series of kisses to your face, missing your lips each time and insisting she’d have to keep trying until she was successful. ellie was gentler in her appreciation the way she usually is in public, sliding her hand into one of your back pockets and tucking you against her side so she could whisper her thanks.

“you’ll know what it is once you’ve opened it,” dina replies as she reaches the bed, you’re at ellie’s tonight because she has the best tv set up, yours still cuts to static at random intervals and the power at dina’s place cuts out if you turn on too many appliances at once. she forces her way between the two of you, almost elbowing ellie in the stomach before she settles, it’s easy to curl around her instead of ellie, resting your chin on her shoulder and looking down at the box in her hands for a brand or a label.

“is it for us to share?,” you ask, having to stifle a laugh against the soft fabric of dina’s shirt when ellie wrestles the box from dina’s grip, she’s impatient as she tries to remove the tape sealing it shut and dina turns to look at you instead of watching her struggle. she gives you a warm, indulgent smile and leans down to kiss you, taking one of your idle hands in hers.

“it’s for all of us to share,” dina hums as ellie gives up trying to get rid the tape with her hands and brings the box to her mouth to tear the corner open with her teeth, “i’ll explain when ellie manages to open it,” she snorts and you don’t bother to hide your laugher this time, ellie’s glare is playful so you don’t feel too bad about it, especially since she’s managed to get the box open.

“fucking finally,” she mumbles, shaking her head at herself as she dumps the contents out onto her duvet. it’s a wand vibrator still in the box and a pack of batteries, it’s a nice one you note, the box boasts it’s covered in soft silicone with ten settings and easy clean technology, whatever that means, “shit,” ellie breathes looking between dina, you and the box, you can tell she’s thinking about what the three of you will be able to do with it.

“i wanna watch you two use it,” dina explains, her thumb rubbing warm circles into the back of your hand. you find yourself nodding before she’s finished speaking and your face warms with an embarrassed blush when she laughs at you, always affectionate but still enough to make you squirm, “you like the sound of that?,” she asks and you nod as you turn your face into her chest to collect yourself before you respond verbally.

“yeah, d,” you affirm again, tilting your head upwards to kiss the rounded line of her jaw, “sounds like a plan,” you say, ellie sounding her agreement with a hum as she begins attempting to open the box the vibrator is housed in, this time she’s using the switchblade she’d discarded on her bedside table when the three of you had first gotten into her bed earlier. she’d put the comics you’d gotten her in a neat stack beside it, promising to read them soon, it makes your tummy warm when you remember.

“gimme that,” dina instructs with a teasing edge as ellie starts fiddling with the chamber the batteries are supposed to go in, “you two start getting rid of some of those layers, i wanna see all of you,” she continues, gesturing to the loose clothing the two of you are wearing, thick sweats and soft worn shirts. ellie nods and gives dina a mock salute before she turns her attention to you, climbing over dina’s body so she can reach you and plant herself in your lap.

“hi, baby,” she whispers, quiet enough that it’s just between the two of you, her nose is close enough to brush against yours and you lean forward the short distance to kiss her, your hands comfortable on her hips. she pushes you backwards into her cotton bedding and the low ‘oof’ that’s forced from your chest is muffled by her lips though she makes an apologetic noise anyway, pulling away from your kiss to stroke down the center of your chest lightly.

“‘m ok,” you reassure her since she still looks a little concerned, you’re not entirely sure which part of you she thinks she might’ve damaged on a mattress but her worry is sweet nonetheless, “take this off,” you request to distract her, tugging on the fraying edge of her shirt, it’s one of her favorites and is covered by a large logo of a band you’re pretty sure she only listens to because it makes joel smile every time they’re mentioned.

“only if you take yours off too,” she bargains, her easy smile already returning and when you nod she smiles even wider, her hands sliding beneath your shirt to rest against the warm skin of your abdomen, the fabric of your shirt gliding upwards over your skin as her hands do, “such a pretty girl,” she compliments and you squirm in an effort not to make the bashful noise you want to, squeezing her hip in retaliation when she laughs at you.

“hurry up, god, you two wouldn’t get anything done without me,” dina says with feigned exasperation, her head appearing over ellie’s shoulder and her eyes meeting yours with raised brows and a disgruntled look that makes you smile, “you two would spend all day staring at each other if i let you,” she continues, though it’s easy to tell she isn’t really upset, she’s never very good at hiding her emotions and right now she looks just as enamored as you’re sure you do.

ellie doesn’t reply verbally but does turn her head to catch the corner of dina’s mouth with her lips, you can feel the calluses of her hands as she continues to lift your shirt and raise your arms when she taps your elbow. you’d decided it wasn’t worth wearing a bra just to watch movies so once ellie discards your shirt you’re bare chested, your skin pebbles with goosebumps quickly and ellie makes a soft noise of sympathy as she runs her hands over you.

“i’ll get you warmed up soon,” dina reassures, she smiles when you turn to look at her and you try not to blush, but she’s pretty like always and her eyes are bright with excitement so it ends up being impossible not to heat up under her stare. you know she’d pinch your cheek if she could, the way she always does when you look at her the way you are now, but her hands are busy untying the messy knot ellie had put in the drawstrings of her sweats to keep them up over her hips.

“i’m gonna hold you to that,” ellie warns as she tugs her shirt over her head, her hair falls into her face and she blows it out of her eyes with a disgruntled huff before she leans back against dina’s chest, “‘m gonna ask maria for another heater it’s fucking freezing, huh, baby?,” she asks, turning to look at you for agreement and you nod, your bottom lip stuck out in a pout that you know makes ellie melt.

she doesn’t get to lean back over to kiss you before dina’s making a triumphant noise and pushing her sweats down meaning she has to roll off you to kick them off, reaching down to pull her socks off as well. dina crawls over you in ellie’s absence and begins pushing your pants down, her lips attached to your neck as she helps you out of them, she bats your hands away when you move to pull your panties off, leaning up to kiss your cheek when you look at her confused.

“they’re cute,” she explains, shifting away from you so she can look down at your body. she smooths her hands over your hips where the fabric of your underwear stretches and squeezes the soft curve of you lightly, “i wanna see you make a mess of your panties,” she says plainly when the confused furrow of your brows doesn’t ease, she doesn’t look at all self conscious about her request, especially not when ellie makes a choked sound to your left.

“ok, d,” you reply with confidence you don’t quite feel, it’s still a little hard to believe that she’s into you, that she fantasizes about you and the things you do when you’re together. she looks pleased though and you can feel yourself getting more damp between your legs, it’s almost impossible not to feel desirable when she’s looking at you like she’s hungry, “you’ll have to make it good then, make it so i ruin them,” you tease and she all but groans, leaning over your body again to kiss you.

“we’ve been such a bad influence on you, you’re such a bad girl now,” she mumbles against your lips and ellie makes another sound off to your side, though this time she sounds like she’s disagreeing. your suspicions are confirmed when dina sits up again and you can see ellie’s wearing her warm i’d-do-anything-for-you look that either means she’s about to defend your honor or do something so sweet you don’t quite know what to do with yourself.

“she’s still a good girl, dina, don’t be rude,” ellie scolds and you have to fight down a smile that you know would be so big it’d look goofy, “the goodest girl,” she says, her fingertips brushing over your cheek until you turn your face into her hand and trap it against the mattress, she doesn’t seem to mind though since she uses the opportunity to kiss you.

“goodest isn’t a word, el,” dina rebuts despite the fact ellie is no longer listening, distracted by your lips against hers and her tongue pressing against the seam of your mouth. you don’t hear dina swat ellie’s ass as she’s climbing back over you but the half moan-half yelp ellie makes means you assume that’s what happened and when you reach down to smooth your hands over the gentle curve of her your fingers meet dina’s where they’re petting over the sensitive skin.

dina seems content to let you kiss for a while, her hand eventually tangling with one of yours at ellie’s hip and her thumb stroking over your knuckles. it isn’t until you have to pull away and catch your breath that dina does anything, the low buzzing of the vibrator unnoticeable beneath your heavy breathing until it’s pressed against your cunt, the rounded edge of it pushing against your clit through your panties.

“holy shit,” you gasp, your hands flail for a second before settling on ellie’s shoulders and when you blink your eyes open to look up at her she’s already looking down at you, her own eyes dark with lust. she shifts so her hands are holding her up either side of your head and she’s sitting lower on your body, her cunt level with yours and the head of the vibrator large enough to press against you both at once.

ellie moans and you can hear dina curse from behind her, her hand letting go of yours to find the soft flesh of your inner thigh where she pushes to coax your legs open wider. you give in easily, spreading your legs so she can find a better angle for the vibrator and when she does you almost buck ellie off of you, turning your face into her forearm in an attempt to muffle your loud whine.

“wanna hear you,” ellie says breathlessly, adjusting to support her weight on one arm so she can cup your cheek and guide your face away from her body, “dina wants to hear too,” she adds as she curls her hand against the side of your face, her thumb stroking your jaw as you squirm with the effort not to close your legs.

“ok,” you mumble, nodding your head at the same time, you already feel like you’re struggling to string a sentence together and hardly anything has happened at all. ellie is pushing her hips back against the vibrator and you don’t know whether to focus on the way her chest slides against you or the way you can feel the mound of her cunt press against yours with each grind of her hips. it’s her eyes that are the hardest to look away from though, even with the buzzing between your legs intensifying as dina changes the settings, her eyes are half lidded, her lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks and she won’t look away from you, even when dina cycles through another setting and the vibrating gets even stronger.

“does that feel good, baby?,” dina asks and you aren’t sure if she’s talking to you or ellie so you reply with an affirmative noise at the same as ellie manages a shaky yes that’s almost interrupted by a moan. dina has the audacity to laugh at the pair of you and you’d kick her in retaliation if you didn’t feel like the longer she kept pressure on your clit the more motor control you lose.

ellie looks more like she’s in a state to respond and even gets as far as opening her mouth before dina cycles through a few more settings and settles on one that vibrates on and off in short bursts. you can see when she finds a spot that makes ellie lose her train of thought, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment as she groans and her hands grabbing fistfuls of the duvet either side of your head.

“dina,” you whine and you don’t know if you’re begging or complaining but she seems to take it as the former, making a sympathetic sound that you’re sure is supposed to be mocking though you don’t have it in you to retort as she rubs the pads of her fingers over the soft swell of your lips through your underwear. you can feel the wet spot you’ve made as she touches you, your face heating up as she continues to rub you through the thin fabric, ellie looking less than sympathetic as she looks down at you.

“i wish i could see how messy you are,” ellie whispers like she only wants you to hear, she lowers her body against yours again and you can feel the swell of her breasts press against yours, “i wonder if you’re so wet you can see your cunt through your panties,” she mumbles and you can’t help the wounded sound that escapes you, your thighs closing around dina’s hand before she pushes them open again.

ellie leans down to kiss you and you moan into her mouth as dina tugs your panties aside so she can touch you unobstructed, her fingers familiar as they trace the wet folds of your pussy. you can tell ellie’s growing more desperate as she approaches her peak, her hands moving between cupping your cheeks and caressing up and down your sides, her lips leaving yours and attaching to the junction of your neck where she scrapes her teeth over your heated skin.

“you gonna cum, el?,” you ask, carding your hands through the short hair at the base of her neck, you can feel her hum which you’re pretty sure means yes but she’s reluctant to remove her lips from you and you’re reluctant to force her. it’s a little while before she does reach her peak and you’d lost yourself in the feeling of the vibrator just off to the side of your clit where it’s pleasurably sensitive but not overwhelming and dina’s fingers getting closer and closer to pushing inside of you each time she brushes them over the wet clench of your hole.

you’re interrupted by ellie’s orgasm, her teeth dig hard enough into your shoulder that you’re sure you’ll have a mark later but it doesn't hurt enough for you to flinch away from her. she moans through her teeth and you angle your head so you can kiss her sweat damp temple, the hand you have in her hair tugging in a way you know she likes as she pants wetly against your skin.

“fuck, ellie,” dina curses and you feel as she shifts the vibrator away from ellie’s senstive cunt, the head of the vibrator now squarely on your clit. you can feel yourself grow wetter in response and now each time dina’s fingers move over you there’s a soft squelching sound that’s simultaneously embarrassing and arousing enough to make your tummy clench.

“jesus christ,” ellie groans after she’s ridden out her high, her cheek resting on your shoulder as she catches her breath, “made me cum so fucking hard,” she says and even though you can’t see dina’s face over ellie’s body you know she’s wearing wearing the cute little triumphant look she gets each time she makes one of you cum. ellie’s face is flushed red when she turns to look at you, her features relaxed and happy and sated, “you wanna cum too, baby?,” she asks and you nod quickly, gasping as dina finally pushes two fingers inside of you and tucks them against your g-spot.

“let go for me,” dina hums as your legs clamp around her forearm which only results in the vibrator pressing against you harder, you can feel dina attempting to change the setting and when she does the sound you make almost doesn’t feel like it came from you even though logically you know it must’ve, it’s vibrating hard and unrelenting against you again and no amount of squirming moves it away, “good girl,” she praises and you keen, letting your legs fall open so she can move her wrist again, the callused pads of her fingers moving against your swollen walls.

“lemme see you cum, honey,” ellie says softly, her hands cupping your cheeks and forcing your glazed eyes to meet hers, “you’re so beautiful,” she all but coos as your brows tug together in a pinched expression that betrays how close you are to reaching your peak. it doesn’t take much more for you to tumble into your orgasm, just a twist of dina’s fingers and a slight shift in the angle of the vibrator and you’re gone, your back arching upwards off the bed as much as ellie’s body will allow.

dina removes the vibrator and works you through it with her fingers, conscious of your oversensitivity as you clench so tight around her knuckles she can’t pull herself away without worrying she’ll hurt you. ellie had attached her lips to yours the moment she’d decided you’d come down enough and you moan weakly into her mouth when dina eventually tugs her fingers free, her touch gentle but still enough to make you twitch.

“dina come here,” you call sleepily and you lift one arm to make a grabby hand at her, smiling when she intertwines your fingers and crawls up the bed to lay beside you, “that was a great gift, d,” you compliment and she smiles half proud half bashful, squeezing your hand where your palm is pressed against hers.

“yeah,” ellie agrees, leaning over you to kiss dina and tucking her hair behind her ears as she pulls away to lay down again, “can’t wait for next year, you’re gonna outdo yourself, right?,” she asks and dina groans loudly, letting her head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud.

“you’re impossible,” she complains but there’s no heat in her tone, just an affectionate edge that makes you turn your head left then right to kiss them both on the cheek.

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