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itsmadamehydra · 11 months

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Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 1.8+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, forced sexual labor, exploitation of teenage girl, abuse, abusive household

a/n: Ok, Spanish is my first language and English second, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Second, I tried to research if Mouse was of any latin american origin, but I couldn't find any information. The actor is referred to as Lating King, so I'll use that as a reference. Thank you for reading! Hope you like it. Any suggestions will be highly appreciated <3

It had always seemed funny to you. The reaction on people’s faces when they came to know whose sister you were. At first, you were proud, sort of. You knew your family didn’t dedicate themselves to an average 9-5 job pretty early. But that never stopped you from feeling happy by having them around you most of the time.

It was like a dream at first. You would come from school, and your mama would always be beside your papá, talking about something you were too young to understand thereupon. Your big brother was known to be in his room with his friends, and you weren't allowed inside.

That didn’t bother you. It never did because at the end of the day, you would all sit down to dinner together and it felt amazing having to see people gather random things to use as chairs because there were just too many people.

It all just seemed like a big diverse family. You loved it.

You were a straight-A little girl type, and papá always made sure to share with you that you would be the first of the family to ever go to college. You were going to become the pride of your family.

Teachers loved you and never had any problem when you asked for extra help. Even your classmates were always helpful and nice towards you, especially one guy that you had math class with.

Fezco

He was one of the nice weird kids. He didn’t talk with anyone much, but you like to believe you were his exception.

It all started due to you not noticing the exercises at the back of the page at that time, you were sitting in front of him, and he noticed this.

“Uhm, hey, sorry, but I think your page is kinda…blank” he drew your attention by tapping your shoulder softly.

“What do you mean?” you stared at him, confused.

“Well, yeah. The back side is blank.” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make you understand

“There was a backside!”

“There’s always a back part in math, little girl.”

“Shit- Sorry!” you covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“What are you sorry for?” he looked at you confused.

“I- well… I cursed. Ladies aren’t supposed to curse.”

“Why?”

“It’s unethical.”

“Huh,” he inhaled, “Well, the teacher is about to collect the homework, so if you want to copy from mine, go ahead.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”

“Call me Fez.”

“Fezco.”

“Alright.”

After that, it seemed like he had chosen you to be his partner in any class you had together. From that moment on, he would always whisper the answers in your ear, making sure you always had the same as his.

He would even grab your homework and correct your mistakes. It seemed so easy for him that you started to believe he was a genius.

“You are one smart mathematician,” you murmured once as you lay beside him on one of the school’s rooftops.

“A what?” he moved his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you.

“Mathematician, you will be a great one day.’

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Oh, you know…a person who likes and is good at math.”

“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”

“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

You smiled, looking at each other barely, holding in your giggles.

And then everything went to shit.

“Mami! Papi! I’m home!” you entered your home with your cheeks painted and a big smile, hoping to see your parents in the living room, but only your brother was to be found with a bottle in hand.

“Hey, have you seen-”

“They ain't coming back home, little one.” he took one sip.

“What do you mean? They went on a field trip and didn’t take me?”

“Yeah. But more like they went to heaven.”

“Heaven? But that's a few hours away,” you tried, you really tried to be oblivious. Act stupid, “I read it on a map!”

“You can’t be that dumb,” he chuckled sourly, “Mom and pops are dead, and you know that.”

You stayed quiet. Looking at him and trying to keep your tears inside, hoping to be a cruel joke from your big brother.

“Now, I need you to understand something else,” he stood up, walking towards you, completely towering over you, “No more school for you.”

“What?” you whispered.

“I don’t need some governmental shit to be put inside your brain when you could be doing something more beneficial for me, us.”

“But I don’t wanna leave school,” you whined sweetly, “Papi said I would go to college!”

“Pops said it, not me,” he grabbed you from your low ponytail without pulling, twisting it around his fingers. “You’r ‘bout to learn about the family business, little sissy.”

And just like that, your life went spiraling into a deep pile of shit and more shit.

It started simple, nothing too hardcore. You prepared his pre-rolled, and he said your petite fingers were perfect for the job. Then, you started addressing him as “Mouse” since he has some respect to show or something along the lines.

And you did that for quite a long time, being grateful to keep some sort of young teen childhood innocence. Until one of his friends mentioned something about your changing body.

“Yo! Mouse! Your sister si que tiene unas lindas tetas eh! ¿A cuanto por una sobada?” they all laughed, but you knew your brother had a realization. (Your sister has a nice pair of tits, how much for a touch?)

His little sissy wasn't so little anymore. And lucky you, the neighborhood home strip club was taking applications, and they loved young girls.

“Pero mira que lindo lugar te conseguí hermanita, ¿a que no?" he laughed, licking his lips at the sight of the bare chest and intimate parts by the women dancing or waitress. (Look what a nice place I got you lil’ sissy, pretty isn't it?)

“I don’t want to be here, Mouse,” you said with a scared tone, “I don’t feel comfortable.”

“What you mean!?”

“I want to leave now, Mouse,” you said, trying to sound stern and covering your eyes to bring the different color neon lights.

If you had not, you would have seen him before he pulled you by your hair.

“Mouse!”

“Shut your fucking mouth and listen!” he spoke in your ear, spitting saliva, “You ain't eating nor coming home hasta que me traigas minimo mil, got it?” you nodded. (until you bring me at least a thousand)

“But how am I going to get you that?”

“Well, why else would I bring you here!? You got the place and a job start dancing!”

You looked at all sides, looking for some type of explanation or help, but all you could notice were a few pity looks from the women already working there.

“But…I am just fifteen, and I do not have any clothes like those,” you tried hard to convince him to take you away from there.

“C’mon I was thirteen when I banged my first chick, besides you got underwear underneath that, right?”

You nodded, unsure.

“Then don’t come back until you have that money in hand we clear.”

“Como el agua,” you murmured (like the water)

It took you some time to gather the money. It took you long enough to gather the courage to walk out of the dressing room in your underwear. Thankfully, some women there pitied you and gave you some money so you didn't have to socialize too much with the customers.

That day you became aware of how disgusting looks from men and women could be. But you became happy when at the end of the third day, the money had been collected. Until you were about to leave, the place and the owner took half of your money.

That’s when you knew that they take half of the tips, more if you get opinionated about it.

You had to work for it, they said. To start showing some more for some extra bills. To hide it somewhere, they won't see it.

Took you some time, but you felt elated when you knocked on that worn-down door you loved.

“Here’s the money,” you placed it in his hand with a smile, and he threw 100 back at you.

“Go get some work clothes and your food for a month.”

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen”

“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”

Then, you were his investment. His friends and co-workers wanted to see you dance. They wanted to see you shake your chest and back for them. They wanted to touch you. And if you objected? A dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, and black-eyed followed you for a month, and you objected…a lot.

But you learned how to handle it. You had to and became a pro. The favorite one in the club, and the best one of Mouse’s girls, even if you had to do some things you despised.

At least you were treated better.

And then, you saw him.

You were at home, doing some dances for Mouse’s people along with two other girls.

You had numbed yourself and your emotions. You had created an alter ego and a safe place in your mind where you could wander off whenever you were working. Funny enough, you had come to like dancing with a pole. You found it artistic, just not the other things it came with.

You were concentrated on grinding on top of the man beneath you, concentrated in your safe place. Ignoring his wandering hands beneath your work clothes, his groping. But some voices distracted you. You switched positions so you could stare at the men coming in.

It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.

You could hear them going and on about quantities and deadlines, and you better pay me up before blah, blah, and more blah.

“You know what, I liked you, carrot boy,” Mouse smiled, rubbing his palms against each other, “Let me gift you with one of my best girls. Sweetcheecks, com’ere!”

“She’s busy, my man,” said the man underneath, simulating pounding into you while you kept grinding him with him groping your chest.

“Not‘nymore, fuck off,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled the redhead to your seat, “Treat him good, will ya?”

You nodded and started doing your job. It was actually easy to please a man. Just some elaborate touching and grinding, especially grinding, and to let them touch whenever and wherever.

You could feel him looking at you, his eyes locked. Almost making you feel embarrassed by what you were doing. He seemed like the gentle type. He even kept his hands to himself. You could be wrong, and when you felt his hand grabbing you by your neck and taking you near his lips. You knew you were wrong. He needed some time before he felt full of himself and started groping you like the others.

“Doll face, is that you?”

part 2? Let me know...

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s9fti3 · 24 days

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Nate Jacobs. God, where to begin? He was something else. Handsome, Tall, athletic, smart, manipulative, abusive, out of his mind psychotic. He was an Angel in the eyes of those who don’t know him or only had a 5 minute conversation with him. He would have strict rules when it came to you. He always said, “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s those around you. You don’t know what they are capable of, Doll.” So he would do many things for you to keep you “safe”. He picks out your clothes, makes sure you are always in eye view of him, or whenever you go out, you must tell him how it is going every so often. But what you don’t know is that he has a tracker app on your phone so he knows where you are. It’s okay though, it is out of love. He loves you so much, he can’t let you go.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive but overall PG-13!!

A/N: Request by @honee-chai-tea and her beautiful nails requested 'Can I get a reader who insists she doesn’t need a lot for valentines x Imma spoil the shit outta you just you wait Fezco?!' I love this, it's very him!

"You did not need to do this." A pout slips across my lips as I look down at the basket on the couch, head tilting so I can look back at Fez with soft eyes and he grins bashfully and he shrugs at me.

"I damn sure needed to." He reaches out to wrap an arm around my waist, tugging me into him so he can press a kiss to the side of my head.

"Fez, too much. I told you not to go all out." I spin around in his grasp, suddenly feeling horrible for the cheesy card that I got him, especially because we agreed to be smart financially this year and go out to dinner. Keep it simple, we said...

"I wanted to spoil you." He smiles, large hands soothing up and down my back, eyes flickering across my expression with an adoring look in his eyes as he gazes softly down at me.

"I am spoiled- I'm the most spoiled."

"Yes you are." Ash adds from the other room, watching us from the doorframe and I huff, looking at him with slits with eyes.

"Ash shut up and go get a girlfriend." Fez flips his brother off with a sarcastic smile and Ash returns it, folding his arms over his chest and he looks to me with a shrug.

"Takes too much work." Sure, that's why you can't get a girlfriend, not because you're a literal drug dealer at fourteen and everyone your age is afraid of you.

"You're saying a girlfriend takes too much work?" Fez asks with a scoff, leaning down to grab the basket that he got me, my eyes lighting up once more as my greedy hands itch to reach out to it. "I got her fucking candles, flowers and chocolates. I think it's pretty simple." He turns to me with a simple smile, my eyes locked on his handsome face and I'm filled with adoration and appreciation. "Right?"

"Right baby." I curl into his side with a happy smile, wrapping my arms around him tightly, hearing a grossed out noise spew from Ash who leaves the room. My chin tilts, looking up at Fez through my lashes, naughty thoughts in my mind. "Wanna see my gift for you?"

"I like the sound of that."

#fezco xreader #fez x reader #fezco x reader #fez #fezco fanfic #fezco #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria hbo

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cecethinks · 10 months

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Just read about Angus Cloud’s passing, all prayers to his family🥺

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kookiesnerotica · 9 months

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E U P H O R I A

A Sub-Masterlist

Welcome to Slut Zone #3

enjoy <3

N a t e J a c o b s

E l l i o t.

C h r i s M c k a y.

Shameless Self Promo ; If you like my writting feel free to check out any of my other works. MY MATERLIST.

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#euphoria hbo #euphoria #euphoria smut #nate jacobs smut #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x you #elliot euphoria #dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #chris mckay #dark smut #fanfic #smut #algee smith #jacob elordi #jacob elordi smut

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blueeyedheizer · 1 year

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✯ WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF

pairing: Cassie Howard x fem!reader

summary: Cassie confesses something to you.

content warning: angst, wc: 0,8k

a/n: I don't think i'll ever finish this so...have it as a treat. It was supposed to be hurt/comfort with a happy ending but since it's unfinished, it's just angst

“Ugh, fuck... I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this." you groaned, dragging your hands over your face. You and Cassie were lying on her bedroom floor, high on drugs and a giggling mess.

Cassie propped herself on her upper arm to look at you, resting her head on her hand.

"I'm glad you did. You know I love you babe, but you’re like the most uptight person I know.”

"I'm not uptight." you feigned offended, pushing her shoulder playfully, causing her to laugh and lay back down. She moved closer to you and grabbed your hand, sighing in content. Then a comfortable silence filled the room for a moment, only the sound of the joint burning as you shared it and you blowing out some smoke could be heard as you stared at the ceiling.

"What are you afraid of?" Cassie suddenly asked, breaking the silence. You snorted.

"That's deep."

"I’m afraid of clowns.”

"Clowns? Seriously?"

"One too many 'IT' remakes, I think. I couldn't stop imagining that creature crawling out of my closet after seeing the last movie. Terrifying.” Cassie shrugged, and your laughters filled the room again. "Now tell me. What about you?" she continued.

"I dunno," you mumbled, taking a deep breath of air. "I'm afraid spiders, I guess. And failure."

Cassie nodded and watched as you took a drag from the joint between your fingers, making you shy away. Then she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

"Y/N/N...Can I tell you something?" you turned to her, staring for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah. Sure." your cheeks began to feel warm. You'd seen plenty of movies in your life, and moments like these usually lead to interesting situations.

"Promise you won't tell anyone." she looked so serious you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Have I ever snitched on you, Cass?"

"No, but I could literally get murdered for what i'm about to tell you." she chuckled before laying back down on the carpet.

"Well go on, spit it out! Did you kill someone?"

Cassie went silent for a moment, her head tilted slightly as though she was still contemplating whether or not to tell you.

"I fucked Nate Jacobs."

Instantly, you froze. Your eyes widened in shock, lips parting as you kept your gaze on the ceiling, not daring to look at Cassie. You can't have heard that right.

It took Cassie snapping her fingers in front of your face to pull you back into reality.

"I-I'm sorry, what did you just say?" you stuttered, sitting up and suddenly feeling a lot more awake and alert.

"Nate and I are fucking." she repeated. Her voice sounded almost amused, like she was proud of it. Cassie narrowed her eyes at you when you didn't respond and she called your name to try and get your attention again.

"I have to go." You scrambled to your feet and hurriedly started gathering your stuff from Cassie's floor, shoving everything into your tote bag. It was Cassie's turn to look at you with shock, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"What?"

"I need to be somewhere."

And with that you were out the door, slamming it shut behind you.

The next day, you were putting your books away in your locker when you spotted Cassie from the corner of your eye. She was approaching you with careful steps, looking nervous.

"You've been avoiding me." she remarked, keeping her voice low.

"I haven't."

"Have you told anyone?"

"No I haven't fucking told anyone, Cassie." you snapped, slamming your locker door shut. Cassie jumped, taking a step back.

"What's wrong with you?" she tapered off, her voice shaky.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you, Cassie. Seriously? Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me that you're fucking your best friend's boyfriend!"

Cassie immediately shushed you and clamped a hand over your mouth before looking around nervously, worried that you might have caught someone's attention. You slapped her hand away, moving closer to her.

"Did you just forget the shit Nate put her through, the fucking damage he did to her?! Your best friend?!" you hissed, whisper yelling. "Did you block that out of your mind so you could fuck him with a clean conscience?!" Cassie could only stare as you scolded her, keeping her arms close to herself as her gorgeous blue eyes filled with tears. "I can't fucking believe you'd ever expect me to react any other way."

"Please, I don't—"

"No, just... leave me alone, Cassie." you mumbled. "I have to get to class."

And just like that, you walked away. One of your friends needed your support now more than ever, and it certainly wasn't Cassie.

#cassie howard x reader #cassie howard x fem!reader #euphoria x reader #cassie howard imagine #cassie howard smut #euphoria imagine #cassie howard fanfic #cassie howard #euphoria hbo #euphoria fanfic #cassie

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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platonic headcanons of reader who is fez's sister? (protective fez but like i'm a platonic way ykyk)

—cw’s: she/her pronouns, mentions of killing & shooting someone (briefly) but just overall fluff lmk if i missed anything

fez is naturally kind of laid back

but when it comes to his sister, he will go to hell and back to make sure NO ONE touches her

fez will go all “new years party” on them if anyone dares to make you sad, or worse, hurt you in any physical way

he treats you like rue, only 100000x more 😭

speaking of rue, you & her are very close

so naturally she’s also protective of you

you’re younger than both of them, so that also adds to their protectiveness

OMG AND ASHTRAY

bro will literally kill ANYONE for ANYTHING for you

he loves you sooo much because you grew up with him

you saw him when he was a baby so ash feels like he can act like a kid around you

fez is more of a dad figure at this point

a core memory for you and ash is christmas morning a few years ago

you guys hadn’t really celebrated christmas but fez decided to surprise you guys with gifts

it wasn’t the gifts that really stuck with you guys, it was the memory itself

it was the three of you guys, sitting around a lazily decorated tree with a few gifts with hot cocoa in your hands, and huge smiles on your faces and the echoing laughter of all three of you

fez takes on a paternal role for the both of you

anyways, yeah, fez would take (or fire) a bullet for you<3

#euphoria #euphoria season 2 #euphoria fanfics #euphoria hbo #euphoria headcannons #fezco fluff #fezco euphoria #fez euphoria #fez imagine #fezco headcanons #fezco blurb #fez x reader #fezco imagine #fezco fic #rue x you #rue bennet x y/n #ashtray

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luvfae · 2 years

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COCKBLOCKS

summary: you and elliot get interrupted

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, slight smut

You were sat on Elliot’s bed, waiting for Rue and Jules to arrive, listening to Elliot as he sang a song on his guitar. You loved it when he played and Elliot knew how much you loved to listen, which is why his eyes never left yours the entire time he played.

You scooted closer to the boy, who had slowly became your best friend over the past few months, wrapping your arms around his neck as he finished up with his song, placing his guitar on the ground.

“You’re so good at that,” you smiled. “I wish I could sing.”

“Not everyone can be as talented as me,” Elliot snickered, jokingly. Your jaw dropped, playfully punching his arm.

“Rude,” you muttered. Elliot grabbed your arms, pushing you back and pining you to his mattress. You giggled as his fingers danced across your ribs, tickling you like crazy. “Stop! Stop!” You begged, pushing him off of you.

He laid next to you, his elbow propped up, resting his head on his hand. You stared into his eyes, realisation hitting you in the face, you had feelings for him. Little did you know Elliot has had feelings for you since the day he met you.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips and without second thought you moved closer to him, hands gripping onto the fabric of his sweater as you pushed your lips against his.

Elliot’s hand made it way to back of your head, keeping your lips firmly on his as his tongue roamed your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and felt him smirk as he deepened the kiss.

You fell back flat onto his bed once again, pulling him on top of you. Elliot’s lips moved from yours and began trailing down your neck, leaving light bruises against your sensitive skin. Your fingers tangled through his curls, thighs rubbing together to relieve some tension, but Elliot noticed this. He forced your legs open and you gasped.

You felt his hand creeping up your skirt, his fingers lingering on your pussy, the soft fabric of your panties being the only thing keeping him apart from your most sensitive area.

“I can feel how wet you are through your underwear,” Elliot smirked. You moaned at his words, hands snaking around his neck.

“You did this to me,” you replied.

But before anything else could happen, you and Elliot both heard Rue and Jules walk through the front door. Your eyes widened as Elliot rolled off of you and you fixed yourself up, glancing over at Elliot who was tucking his hard dick into the waistband of his pants.

“To be continued,” Elliot said, before walking over to the doorframe of his room to welcome Rue and Jules. You sighed, collapsing back onto his bed, wishing that the girls had never showed up.

“Cockblocks,” you mumbled.

#euphoria #hbo euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria smut #dominic fike #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #rue bennett #elliot smut #elliot fluff #elliot fanfic #jules vaughn

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fexiinfiniteficlist · 1 year

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Hello everyone! Due to the success of Year of Smutty Fexi Fics, we decided to create another exciting event called Four Seasons of Fexi. Each season will get multiple prompts to inspire Fexi related works. These works can be fics, art, videos, gifs, playlists, collages, or social media AUs. Also, the works can be smutty OR non-smutty. We want to give a chance for everyone to participate! Here are the prompts for summer, which will go from now until the end of August.

Summer☀️ June, July, August

Summer themed

Examples: Camping, fireworks, grilling, outdoors, rollerblading/roller skating

Vacation

Examples: Honeymoon, trips, flying, cross-country road trip, hotels, motels, trains, bus, cars

Water

Examples: Beach, lake, ocean, sea, river, boat, yacht, swimming, shower, bath, water guns, water balloons, surfing, snorkeling

Barbie

Examples: Pink, jobs/careers, himbo boyfriend

Friends to Lovers

Examples: friends that become lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Examples: enemies or rivals that become lovers

Check out the Four Seasons of Fexi page on our blog for a sneak peak of the other seasons! I will be using the tag #four seasons of fexi for posts related to this event. Please tag your work using this tag to help us keep track of things. Feel free to submit your work/links to the blog. If you have any suggestions for prompts, let us know!

Thanks to @not-your-babyy13 for inspiring this idea!

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sunasrintarhoe · 2 years

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For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 6

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: sex, drugs, slight insecurity

a/n: this chapter is fucking smutty as hell so if you don’t like smut, i wouldn’t read it. this is the longest chapter i’ve written by far, so i hope you like it.

word count: 4107 :))

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

i don’t own this gif

The week seemed to fly by.

Before you knew it, it was Friday. Fuck…You were nervous.

What if you weren’t good at it or Elliot didn’t like what he saw? Your insecurities had an entire week to fester. Your parents didn’t help the situation. Your dad had been almost clingy lately.

Constantly asking if you wanted ice cream or to go watch a movie. He seemed to have this nervous guilty air about him that was honestly off putting. You rejected his offer every time, but thanked him for it. He would just nod and walk away, but not before reminding you that he loved you, which left you speechless.

He rarely said that to you, but this past week he had said it more than he had in the past year. Even though it shocked you, it also made you feel a little giddy. Your dad ignored you for the sake of his marriage, was he finally choosing you over her?

You had a small smile on your face as you walked to your last class of the day and suddenly an arm placed itself across your shoulders which made you jump.

You broke out of your trance and looked to your right. “You scared the shit out of me, fart face.” You pushed Elliot and he made a face.

“Did you just call me 'fart face’?” He seemed offended. Who the fuck calls people fart face?

You nodded and smiled at him. “And I meant it too.” Elliot laughed mockingly and you took off running. “You’re done for, Shit head!” He chased after you.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? We don’t have to be there if you don’t want to.” Rue rubbed Jules’ comfortingly. Jules seemed a little off today. Almost unsure of something, “No, I’m actually super excited about this… I just can’t help, but feel like something bad’s gonna happen…” Rue nodded.

“I feel like that too… Honestly, I’m really excited for tonight too…” She looked away from Jules and Jules smiled.

“What? My Ruby Bennet is excited to watch her best friend get fucked for the first time. That’s dirty!” She laughed. Rue pushed her and muffled her own laugh.

She wasn’t excited because of the sex…

She knew how much Elliot taking your virginity would mean to you. You had always talked about losing it to someone who meant a lot to you when you were younger and even if you swore that you would lose it to someone with experience and not someone you loved, Elliot was the exception.

The four of you didn’t talk about sex much, so you didn’t know that Elliot had a fair amount of bodies. That meant you were doing this out of love. Rue loved that.

Elliot was convenient for her and Jules, but for you Elliot was… Everything? Love? Life? The embodiment of christ? Who knew.

All she knew is that whether you acknowledged it or not, you were in love with him.

The drive to Elliot’s place was quiet. You were in the passenger seat of his car. His warm hand gripping your thigh. The stickiness of his clammy hand could be felt at every ugly turn and sudden stop.

Elliot was nervous.

He was excited too, I mean who wouldn’t be? But he wanted to be good for you. He wanted this to be a night that you could remember. Untainted by the bitter smoke of weed. He wanted you to feel every inch of his co- body as it slide against-

His thoughts were cut off by a honk. He sheepishly waved his hand out of the window and drove off. He didn’t realize that the red light he stopped at had turned green.

You let out an awkward laugh. Everyone was being abnormally quiet. “Guys, you’re making me nervous.” You admitted to the backseat. You expected Ellie to be quiet, he was the other main star of the show, but the girls in the back, fuck no.

They both let out a condescending giggle. “You should already be nervous. Ellie’s got a big dick.” Jules snickered and your eyes narrowed. He was skinny and not particularly tall, so it had to be a joke right?

The car stopped. You were here. Elliot’s house.

Elliot turned to you. “Alright, doll. It’s time.” You nodded a little too fast and the others chuckled.

“Get your ass out of the car, virgin!” Jules patted your shoulder and jumped out of the car. You nodded again, slower this time as the rest of the gang got out of the car.

This was nerve wracking… You were already horny.

You looked around Elliot’s room like you were searching for something. “Ah ha!” You picked up a small tin box with a joint that Elliot had specifically rolled for after you fucked. He had hid it under his pillow.

“No. No weed.” He took the box from your hands and you pouted.

Elliot would not let you smoke until after, no matter how much you whined. Losing your virginity while high would be too stimulating of an experience and would ruin sober sex for you.

He was going to explain that to you, but the look on your face made him realize that you were just looking for something familiar to ground you. He softly gripped your hand.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You can say no, none of us will be upset…” He said softly. If you said that you weren’t comfortable, he would pull out that joint and act like everything was normal.

You shook your head. “No, I want this!” Elliot smiled softly, “I’m just nervous. I have no idea what I’m doing and this is the first time anyone’s seen me naked…” Elliot wanted to purr. You were as inexperienced as a virgin could be.

Rue cut in, “ Not true, I’ve seen your tits.” She stated matter of factly and you rolled your eyes.

“That was like fifth grade and you only saw them because I was wearing a loose bathing suit and the water pulled the top down.” You retorted, Rue shrugged and you grinned.

Elliot pouted at the attention he wasn’t getting and gripped your chin with his thumb and index finger.

He leaned in and kissed you softly, moving his hand to caress your jaw. It started out feather light, to test the waters, to allow you time to get used to the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, it turned harder.

The energy shifted from hesitant and cautious to confident and shameless.

His hand moved to grip the nape of your neck and he kissed you hard. His tongue found its way inside your mouth. It explored your mouth and played with your own. You moaned at the feeling, the taste of Elliot.

You were gripping the front of his shirt as if to keep yourself from floating away.

Your mind was a fuzzy mess of Elliot, Elliot, Elliot! The never ending chanting of his name came to a stop when he pulled away to look at you. You were a sight to see. Lips red and glossy with spit. Your eyes half closed and dazed. Fuck, he was hard.

Jules had been quiet since she exited the car. Taking in everything that was going on before her. The way your hands clenched to hold his shirt tighter, the fluttering of your eyelids, the way Elliot’s hand moved from your hip down to your ass.

Rue softly kissed her neck, “You okay?” Jules responded with a smile. “They look good together.”

Rue smiled back at her and nodded in agreement.

She wasn’t really getting into it like Jules was, but she could appreciate the sight. Their conversation was cut off by a moan.

Your hand had moved down to the front of his pants and you were palming him. “You’re really hard…” You said breathily. Rue and Jules giggled and Elliot blushed.

“Well yeah, I got a pretty girl in front of me that’s about to let me fuck her. Who wouldn’t be hard?” He moved to place wet kisses down the column of your neck. Softly kissing and lightly sucking randomly until he found a spot that made you moan.

“I’m also hard if that helps.” Rue raised her hand to make a point and Jules pushed her down onto the bed, laughing. You smiled. The air was becoming more comfortable and less suffocating, your anxiety was going away with each joke and random comment that was made.

You didn’t notice Elliot was still sucking on your neck until he pulled off with a pop. “There!” He smiled and grabbed your shoulders. You gave him a confused look until Jules and Rue gasped, “Oh my god. Baby’s first hickey!” Rue laughed and gave Elliot a shocked look. He had a shit eating grin on his face with not a single ounce of regret. “I gotta hide this from my parents, dude.”

“Oh you’ll be fine, just keep your hair over your shoulders.” Elliot moved to kiss again, but this time he grabbed your hips and moved you backwards towards the side of the bed.

He broke the kiss and pushed you down. You landed on the bed with a soft thud and got up on your elbows.

He pulled off his shirt and got on top of you. Elliot began to kiss you again and put his hands on the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt had rode up. One hand stayed put, his thumb massaging circles into the skin and the other moved up your shirt.

When his hand brushed the underside of your bra, you pushed him off a bit. Elliot gave you a concerned look, but that quickly changed when you pulled your shirt up and off. Your nerves were starting to get the best of you and you didn’t want to stall.

Rue whistled and Jules started clapping, to which you responded with an annoyed look.

“Can I take it off?” He asked, his eyes hyper focused on the cleavage of your bra. You nodded slowly and Elliot looked up at you. “Words, Y/N. I need words.” His voice was firm. You gave him a shaky yes and he reached behind you.

His hand was placed on your lower back. Warm fingers trailing up your spine sending goosebumps across the soft skin of your back. He reached the closure of your bra and kissed you. You didn’t feel him unlatch your bra, until the straps were sliding off your shoulders.

You couldn’t resist the urge to cover yourself and let the bra fall as far as your crossed arms would allow. Elliot pulled back to look at you. “You don’t have to be so nervous, Doll.” Jules hummed in agreement.

“We want to see you, baby…” She piped up, hoping that it would give you the confidence to uncross your arms. You gave her a slightly panicked look and took a deep breath, fortunately for her, her words did their job.

“Fuck…” Elliot kissed your neck, “You have such pretty tits.” Rue hummed in agreement, you didn’t see them move to the side of you and Elliot. You looked at the two of them and winked. Jules giggled and Rue bit her lip.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jules said into the quiet air, who she was talking about, no one really knew, but honestly… no one cared.

Elliot’s kisses move down your neck, stopping just above your left breast. He raised his head. “Can I…?” His question trailed off. “Yes… Please…” Elliot grinned at this, the quiet desperation rolling off of you in waves amused him.

He lowered his head back down to your tit. He kissed down to your nipple and stopped again. He cupped your breast softly and moved his thumb across your nipple. Your breath hitched and you moved your hand to grip the hair at the base. “Ellie… Don’t tease me.”

Elliot groaned at this. He could feel himself become more desperate, he could feel the precum leak out of his painfully hard cock. Truth be told, he’s been hard since this morning.

He used the tip of his tongue to tease the bud, slowly circling it a few times until he put his mouth on it.

You weren’t sure how to feel about this. It didn’t feel like much until he began to suck. You moaned embarrassingly loud at the sensation. Elliot was watching you like a hawk.

Waiting for a sign to stop, though he hoped you wouldn’t give him one. He trailed his other hand down and grazed the waistband of your pants. He gently thumbed it open and moved his hand in. When his fingertips hit your underwear, you spread your legs.

Elliot pulled off and moved his other hand down to the waistband of your pants. The spit cooling on your skin made you shudder. Elliot tugged impatiently on your pants and you raised your hips. He pulled your pants and underwear off in one swift tug, not giving your nerves time to settle. “Damn, chill, bro. She’s gotta catch her breath.” Rue commented on the speed of Elliot’s movements, but he just shook his head. “I’m so fucking hard right now, Rue Rue. I’m leaking through my pants.” Pulling your thighs to get you to the edge of the bed, Elliot kneeled on the floor. He put your legs over his shoulders and stared at your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet right now. You like what I’m doing, huh? Tell me.” He blew cold air at your dripping hole and you clenched.

“I-I like it a lot, Ellie.” You moaned out. What the fuck was this? You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, desperate to have something, you just didn’t know what. “Please, Ellie!” You whined and Elliot cooed. “Please what, doll? What do you want?” Jules was getting turned on, you looked so desperate for Elliot to touch you and he was just teasing you.

“Oh come on, give it to her, Ellie. She’s being so good.” Jules purred, she wanted to see you fall apart. She could feel Rue softly grind on her thigh. “I thought you weren’t into her like that…” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss into Rue’s hair.

“I’m not, but I’m into you. Especially when you talk like that.” Rue was wet at this point, Jules was really getting into this and it was turning her on.

Elliot licked a stripe from your hole to your clit causing you to moan loudly at the unexpected pleasure. He smiled and flicked your clit with his tongue. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the bud a few times then softly suckling on it.

You were falling apart. No one had touched you like this. You were convinced that Elliot was going to ruin sex for you. His tongue left your clit and suddenly thrusted into your hole.

A strangled cry left your lips at the sudden intrusion and Elliot groaned. You tasted so good.

His mind was swirling with Ideas on how he would fuck you. Should he make you cum on his tongue first or on his cock? Would you want to suck it?

Elliot got up from his spot on the floor and hovered over you. “Doll…” Your hazy eyes looked up at him. “Condom?” Despite having discussed this prior, he was still trying to give you an opportunity to change your mind.

You shook your head and he grinned. “You’re so pretty. My pretty girl… Can I fuck you now?” His voice was deep and you could almost feel it resonate in your chest. His dick was hard against your inner thigh. When did he take his pants off? You could feel his precum drip onto your thigh and you whined.

“Ellie, please!” You were so impatient. So desperate. He was right there, so close, but he wanted to tease you for a bit, make you beg for it.

“Please what, Doll? Use your words.” You pouted. It was hard to think let alone tell him what you wanted. “Please fuck me, Ellie, I-I need it!” You became teary eyed at this.

Elliot’s grin grew wider and he lowered his hips. He pressed the head of his dick into your clit and let out a low moan. You were soaking at this point.

Jules was hyper aware of you at this point. The way your back seemed to arch slightly when Elliot said something dirty. The way your thighs twitched when he touched you. Rue's hand crept into the waistband of Jules’ pants and her head snapped to her. “What are…” Rue’s fingers brushed over top of Jules’ arousal. “Just because we are the stars of this show, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves…” Jules stared at Rue, her eyes, her nose, her lips… She leaned in to kiss her and moaned into her mouth.

Elliot was still teasing you, he was so mean. “Please, Elliot, I want it so bad, please…” You begged and begged to no avail. He was still teasing you. Still grinding his dick in between your folds. He was determined to surprise you. He needed you to believe that this was all he was going to give you.

Elliot didn’t let up until finally he pulled back a little too far and pushed into you. “Oh fuck!” You groaned at the same time. The feel was so foreign, the stretch of having something other than your own fingers inside of you. It sobered you up a bit. The haziness cleared from your mind.

Elliot was on cloud nine. You were a little tight, most virgins were, but not enough for him to consider you uncomfortable. You were clenching around him. He felt every pulse and throb your pussy had to offer. “Fuck, I could die happy right now.” He moaned.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t.” He laughed which caused him to push in a little further. You whined and he cooed at the sound. “Did that feel good, princess? Did that make your little pussy feel good?” He pushed in a little further then pulled out a little. When he thrusted back in, he pushed the entirety of his length into you. All the way to the hilt. You almost screamed.

The head was brushing up to your cervix and every breath you took made you shake. “Fuck, Elliot, Fuck!”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, not out of pain, but because of the overwhelming feeling of having something so big inside of you. Elliot was a little alarmed at this until he noticed the way your hips moved as if to take in more of his.

He wanted to mock you, make you cry harder, but it was your first time, he couldn’t be so mean.

“You’re no longer a virgin, Woo!” Rue cheered and you laughed. It was easy to forget that the other two were there when Elliot seemed to demand your attention. “Yeah, I guess-“ You were cut off by Elliot softly thrusting into you. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes and he grabbed your chin. “I didn’t mean to get in the way of your conversation, sweetheart.” He kissed you and deepened his thrusts. He could barely control himself at this point.

You felt so good.

Rue felt out of place now. She was turned on, sure, but watching you have sex with Elliot made her feel off. Like she was interrupting your moment. Jules noticed this and kissed her shoulder. “We can leave and let them continue, if you want…” Rue nodded, she didn’t really want to leave. She was hoping Jules would want to fuck as well, but maybe it was better if they watched.

Elliot picked up speed, which in turn made you moan louder. He was so deep, it turned your brain to mush. He could feel your pussy spasm and by the way you were arching your back, he could tell you were really feeling it.

“You look so good right now. Fuck, Baby, let me go deeper, please.” You bit your lip, “Please, Ellie, Oh my god.” You cried out. Elliot moved both of your legs up towards your shoulders and pressed them into you, leaving you nowhere to run and thrusted even harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Elliot!” You were screaming at this point.

You were in a fucking mating press.

Elliot grunted in response, too focused on getting his dick as deep into you as your body would allow. You were so warm and wet and he wanted to cum so bad, but you had to first.

“Pretty girl, are you close? Think you’re gonna cum for me? Like a good girl?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so close, Ellie, please make me cum!”

Ellie moaned in relief he was close too. “Then do it, Doll, cum for me. Now!” You were almost there.

Suddenly Elliot’s hand slipped down to your clit and he began rubbing fast circles. This action made you tense. Your eyes rolled back and you clenched tightly around Elliot’s cock. You were cumming and you were cumming hard.

Elliot moaned loudly and pushed himself to hold back until you were done. He felt liquid burst from your hole and leak onto his lower abdomen, so he pulled out. He jerked himself to completion and came all over your crotch and inner thighs.

You eventually came back down to earth, your body randomly twitching and your legs trembling. You swallowed, “Holy Shit…”

“Holy shit indeed…” Rue replied and you looked at her. At some point, her and Jules got naked and by the looks of it they fucked. Jules was panting and Rue had a shit eating grin on her face. You smiled at her and raised your hand to fist bump her, which she reciprocated.

Elliot flopped down beside you and kissed your shoulder. “Do you want something to drink?” He sat up and you nodded.

He got up and pulled you with him. You gave him a confused look until he explained that you had to pee after sex to prevent a UTI.

You stood on shaky legs and waddled to the bathroom to clean up.

The four of you laid in Elliot’s bed, still naked. There was something so therapeutic about it. Elliot reached under his pillow and pulled out the tin.

He reached over you to grab his lighter and you kissed his arm. You were still on the high from cumming so hard losing your virginity. He smiled down at you and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Elliot grabbed his lighter and opened the tin to reveal three pre-rolled joints. “I personally think this is the best part of sex.” He turned his head to look at you and you smiled. “It’s better than cumming?” He nodded. You do it while you’re still coming down and it’s just…” He chef’s kisses his fingers, you laugh.

He lit the joint, taking a small hit then passed it to you. You took a much bigger hit and passed it to Jules. Or at least tried to. She was passed the fuck out. Rue looked proud of herself and took the joint from your fingers.

“This is great… Being naked in bed with my three favorite people.” You snuggled into Elliot as Rue passed the joint back to him. You could feel sleep pulling you under and your eyes fluttered closed.

“And she’s out.” Elliot whispered to Rue after attempting to pass the joint to you. Rue high fived him and Elliot laughed. “I-“ He was cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating.

You had left it on his bedside table with the screen facing up. He shifted himself up to look at it and you grumbled. He froze and let you settle before attempting to look again.

You had three missed calls from an unsaved number and two from your dad. There was also a text message from that unknown number.

‘fucking call me back you dumb slut i know what you did’

Elliot read this out loud to Rue and she looked taken aback. “What the fuck?” She whispered to him. You rarely talked to anyone outside of their group, who the fuck was texting you like that.

The number called again and this time Elliot reached over and answered, putting the phone on speaker.

“You dumb fucking slut. I’m gonna fucking kill you when I get back!” A girl’s voice yelled from the phone.

“Maddy?!”

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