I only write NSFW content for the adults! All of my fics feature black coded readers but anyone can read. Most of the time my writing comes out race neutral anyway but it’s something to keep in mind. This is a safe place for black women. Respectful people can visit.
MDNI🔞 18+ readers ONLY
💦= smut. 💖= fluff. 🥺=angst
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The Last of Us Part II
Honeybun Masterlist (In Progress)
Ellie Williams x Reader💖
Summary: College AU—You’ve had your eye on Ellie for a little while and when your best friend and roommate drags you to a party that Ellie’s going to be at you wind up finding the perfect moment to make a move.
Arcane
Jealous💦 (Sevika x Reader)
Summary: Exhausted after a hard day you just want to get your girlfriend home, maybe fuck out some of the day’s frustration and then cuddle. Unfortunately, she’s busy gambling. However, when you endeavor to entertain yourself with another bar patron she is all too eager to get out of The Last Drop.
Headcanons
JJK + How do they react to you grabbing their throat (Nanami, Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, Geto) 💦
JJK + A super affectionate gf (Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji)
JJK + Late Night Convos (Gojo, Nanami, Toji💦)
JJK + a black bookish girl (Gojo, Nanami, Toji)
JJK + Unhinged SO (Gojo, Nanami, Geto)
Series
The Babysitter Chronicles (complete) 💖🥺
Gojo is suddenly interested in the babysitter he hired to take care of Megumi while he’s gone. However Megumi isn’t willing to share you at all.
Roommate Things (complete)💦
Geto Suguru x reader x Gojo (Curseless world AU) You’ve been friends with Gojo and Geto since high school and the three of you live together now as adults. Buried feelings and past relationships come to light when you start dating for the first time.
The Girl Next Door (Complete)💦
(AU where Toji is a MMA fighter) Toji is your next door neighbor, and despite being neighbors for years the two of you have only had a handful of interactions. You’re a quiet neighbor, and he rarely has reason to take notice of you, and he’s a huge mysterious guy that you’ve taken notice of but decided to be cautious with. However after a bad date, Toji takes notice of you and a run of bad luck on your part keeps you two constantly interacting.
The Sweetest Thing (Complete)💦 (Porn with plot)
(AU Where Nanami is a lawyer) You happen upon Nanami in a very unusual way, but find that you both get along beautiful. He’s a busy lawyer, and you’re a writer looking for a place where you’re comfortable in the world. Together you engage in a steamy friends with benefits situation that involves more benefits than you could have possibly imagined.
Two Lines 💦 (Complete) (Gojo x reader)
(Non curse AU) You have always done everything right up until now. You graduated top of your class, you got a good career, you did everything right... but one night of fun leads you down the road of having a child with the biggest red flag of a man you have ever met: Satoru Gojo. During this journey the two of you must learn to get along for the sake of the baby and perhaps along the way you might just learn how to get along for your sakes as well.
One shots
After Last Night (Nanami Kento x reader) 💦
My Valentine (Nanami Kento x reader) 💖
Always Come Back
Uzui Tengen x wives x reader: You come home after completing a mission, but you nearly broke Uzui’s most important rule and that is to always come back to him.
My Heaven
Uzui Tengen x wives x reader 💦: While out on errands with your partners a man asks for your hand in marriage on the spot, putting all of your partners on edge but none more than Uzui. You have a way of assuring all of them that you’re happy where you are.
Set Your Heart Ablaze
Rengoku Kyojuro x reader: A fix-it Fic I wrote because I’m still not over Rengoku and I don’t think I ever will be. You are a slayer that had trained under Rengoku for years, and though you started your journey as a slayer later in life than most, you make up for it in quick learning and prowess. When You hear from Rengoku’s crow that an upper six demon has joined the fight on the Mugen Train, you drop everything to help him.
The Lady of the Vampire Court
Retsu Unohana x black!OC💦: A Vampire AU in which the 13 court guard squad captains are lords and ladies of a court of vampires seeking to keep the balance between vampires and humans. Unohana and her consort Aurelia attend a meeting and when tensions get high Aurelia has a way of calming her vampire mate.
Hey, i was wondering, have you written anything for Castlevania because I didn’t see it on your master list but maybe I’m just losing my mind?
You are not crazy. I definitely have. It's just on ao3. Right now most of my fics are only viewable if you have an ao3 account to prevent AI from scraping my work☺️
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Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Hey! I hope you're well! I was just wondering if you could publish The Girl Next Door on AO3 because I really love it and want to be able to download it? No other fic has ever stuck in my mind for as long as that Toji fic of yours has.
It’s already on ao3 here’s a link
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Warnings: MDNI 🔞, lesbian sex, Sevika is bottoming... but let’s be honest she’s still the Top™, and reader is topping but she’s definitely a Bottom™, light dom/sub dynamics
Summary :Sevika likes to gamble. She likes to play the odds. If she wins, she gets to have her way with you in the exact manner she'd like, but if you win you get to tie her up and do the same. She doesn't think much of your wager because you're not going to win.... except you do.
Word Count: 5,867
A/N: Inspired by @g-vlssz (tell me if you’d like to be untagged) art on twitter of Sevika tied up. I saw it this morning and I lost my ability to function like a normal human being.
Sevika was a gambling woman. She gambled her money, she gambled her life, and sometimes she raised the odds on her nights with you. It kept things interesting, and she usually got what she wanted out of the deal. Tonight she wagered quite high for something she wanted quite a bit in the bedroom.
“You expect me to fight you?” you asked incredulously when she set her bet.
“I expect you to try and when I win, I get my prize.”
You paused with your fingers pressed together in a pyramid in front of your mouth as you thought it over,“.... Will you be oiled up when you-?”
“No.”
You sighed, dropping your hands in disappointment, “I’ve got shit to do tomorrow Sevika and I know how you get.”
“Then you better not lose,” She shrugged.
“What if I hurt you?” You fretted.
She let out a hearty laugh at that, leaning back against the sofa, “Not likely, but that would make things interesting.”
You chewed your lip still worried about the conditions of her winning, however she got to watch the gears begin to turn in your head. It was one of the things she liked about you. She preferred it when the devious machinations of your mine were devoted towards people other than her, but every now and again it was thrilling to see the kind of ideas you could come up with.
“And if I win?” you asked curiously.
Sevika was just as curious about what you’d ask for. She wouldn't admit to it, and she'd happily break anyone’s jaw who said anything but she already knew she spoiled you. You couldn’t want for much. Sevika got her way because you always had yours without even needing to ask. All of your needs were met, and you barely even had to ask to get your desires met. She took good care of her little girlfriend, because she liked seeing you happy. These games only happened when she wanted to introduce something she thought you’d like but you were either too shy, or hadn’t considered asking.
“You name your terms,” she invited. The way your eyes snapped up to hers made her more fascinated than ever by the idea that there was something you wanted that you hadn’t asked yet. At first she thought it might be something money could buy. She’d recently given you shit for all the outfits you bought but didn’t wear. It’s not like she was going to stop giving you gifts, but it had to be said. A new outfit would set her back a little, but it would be an easy price to pay if you won.
Then you started chewing your lip nervously. It wasn’t something money could buy, then. You wouldn’t struggle so much to ask for it. Sevika rarely said no to you about monetary stuff. Even if she won she would still give you the money for whatever you wanted. It was a safe bet, one that shouldn't have worried you so. No, you were contemplating something more daring, and she was utterly intrigued by what was going on inside your head.
“Out with it, I don’t have all night.”
“If I win… I want to tie you up and be in charge.”
Sevika’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “ You want to be in charge.” She laughed at the idea of it. The woman who got weak in the knees when Sevika told you to do anything in a commanding voice, wanted to take charge. The same woman who could be reduced to a whiny begging mess if Sevika so much as stood too close to you.
You pouted at her, which really wasn’t helping your case at all, “It’s what I want.”
“It’s not gonna happen.”
“Are you saying you don’t take my bet, or that you’re gonna beat me?”
“You can keep your bet,” she chuckled, letting her laughter die out even though she was still extremely amused, “But you’re not going to win.”
Famous last words.
Here she was, tied to the big four post bed she bought specifically so you could be tied to it. Granted, she wasn’t completely stuck. Her metal arm could shred through the rope around it in no time, but you’d done a good job on the rest of her limbs so that was her only fail safe. As you moved around the room she wondered how the hell she could have lost so thoroughly.
“You cheated didn’t you?” she accused, narrowing her eyes in your direction. You emerged from the deep walk-in closet to give her a wide eyed and innocent stare.
“I did not! I won fair and square… If you don’t wanna do this that badly then I’ll untie you,” your voice was so damn sad it echoed in Sevika’s chest, putting just a tinge of guilt in her.
“I’m keeping my fucking word.”
“But if you don’t like it-”
“Why don’t you get on with this?” she cut you off, “What do you have in that box?”
You’d emerged from the closet with your black box of toys. She had a good idea of what was in the box, naturally, but she wanted to know what you planned to use from the collection.
“You know what's in here,” You rolled your eyes, continuing towards the bed.
“You think you’re gonna use everything in there?” The amusement was coming back. Sevika had never been a particularly graceful loser, but there were things in that box that she’d used on you and made you cry from pleasure. She didn’t think you had the guts to go that far.
Your eyes darted to the side with unease, “Can I?”
“You’re in charge, remember, princess?” she said bitterly.
Your pout grew more pronounced and you lifted your chin defiantly, “Then stop asking me questions like you can do anything about it.”
“Oooh, that’s how it is,” she chuckled, “Go on then. This is your one chance to be in charge. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You really did not think you were going to get this far. The cards were just in your favor. Sometimes, you threw games. Whenever something Sevika proposed seemed interesting you purposefully played a little stupid just so she could win. But sometimes you wanted something bad enough to try hard, and even with your best efforts you didn’t always win. So you were so damn surprised when you set down your cards and your hand was better than Sevika's. Now here you were, with your girlfriend naked covered in soft red rope that was usually reserved for you. You’d taken special care with the way the ropes stretched across her skin, for aesthetic and practical purposes. It was important that the pressure of the rope was evenly distributed. The complicated web also made it so that her range of motion was more limited than if you just tied her arms and legs to the bed. You were pretty sure she could involuntarily break the bed if you just tied her to the post anyway. The maze of silk ties running across the formidable body of your girlfriend was a sight to see, and one you’d probably never see again. So you set down the box in your hands and opened it to find the polaroid camera inside. It earned its place in the box because Sevika liked to take pictures after she’d ruined you for the night. You held up the camera and opened your mouth to ask if it was alright. She raised her eyebrow at you, and you knew she’d just tease you for asking permission again. You were in charge and you wanted pictures.
You crawled on the bed to get a better angle, ignored the bored way she looked at you while you did it. There were better things to focus on, like the way her breasts were perfectly framed by the rope, or how it kept her long legs open wide for you.
You waved your last picture as you talked to her, “You’ll use my safeword. Say it to me.”
“Shimmer,” She answered, in that tone as if she were simply humoring you, and you guessed she was.
“I don’t need you to ask to cum, you can cum as much as you like.”
“Oh how generous,” she sassed
“I will punish you” you responded in annoyance. She narrowed her eyes at you but didn’t respond, “Be good for me. Who knows? You might like it on the bottom for once.”
She scoffed, “I’m going to get you back for this. So you better make the most of tonight.”
“Second warning, if there’s a third, you’ll regret it.” You glared at her, pausing in waving the photo in hand to really show her you meant business. She just smirked at you again.
“Don’t talk back to me,” you ordered, “You can beg and moan all you want, but you’re gonna speak to me nicely, Sevika. Am I understood?”
“Sure, princess.”
You held the photo up to look at it, happy with the glorious view from between her legs you set the camera aside for now. You were already kneeling between her legs. So you put your hands on her thighs, pressing your blunt nails into the muscle and dragging them up towards her hips. Sure your fingers caught on the rope every once in a while, but it was a surmountable obstacle. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss just under her navel, before drawing your tongue up the taut skin of her abs, lifting only to avoid the ropes. She sighed, a sound of contentment. She liked it when you took the time to worship her body. You held her sides as you continued up, kissing your way to her breasts. You were quick to latch on to one of her nipples, they were already hard from the chill in the room. You never got to spend as much time as you liked on Sevika’s chest. She liked it, her nipples were sensitive, but she was impatient always tugging your hair to shove your face between her legs the moment she got worked up. As you flicked the tip of your tongue against the hard bud you felt her weight shift futilely. Her breath came out just a tad harsher than before, so you teased her nipple with your teeth, biting lightly, and tugging at it. Your hand came up to knead the soft flesh of her other breast, pressing your fingertips in roughly, pinching her nipple between your fingers as you squeezed and groped.
You switched breasts and you pinched the breast your mouth was leaving hard, making her draw in a quick hiss of pain that settled into a pleased hum. You took your time with the other breast too, giving it the same treatment. When you were done, you pulled back to look at your handy work. You’d littered her chest with lovebites and her nipples were glistening with your saliva. The look on her face bordered on murderous, but you chose to ignore that in favor of grabbing the camera for another picture. You didn’t wait for that one to develop, instead you set it aside and continued your oral exploration of Sevika’s upper body. You kissed up to her neck, biting into the junction of her shoulder and her neck hard enough to leave an indent from your teeth. She cursed beneath you, and you soothed away the hurt with kisses.
You straddled her torso, rocking yourself just a bit against her. In order to kiss her you had to sit a little higher than her hips. So you were rocking yourself against her abs, dragging your clothed sex against the taut muscle of her stomach, and enjoying the added friction of the ropes. You held Sevika’s face in your hand and kissed her with everything you had, a dance of teeth and tongue, that she seemed determined to over power but you were the one in charge. You bit her lip in retribution for her actions.
“You’re so desperate,” you insulted as you pulled away from her. Her glare hardened in return but you were kissing her again before she could mouth off to you. While you kissed her this time, you pinched her nipples, earning a breathy moan that you immediately wanted to hear more of.
“Dammit,” she complained as you broke away from her.
“Ready for your first toy?” you questioned. She seemed to be searching your eyes for what the first toy could be. You sat on her torso as you straddled her while rummaging through the box for the velvet pouch with nipple clamps in them. You affixed them to her chest gingerly.
“God you have pretty tits, Sev,” you cooed at her, jiggling them from the bottom so she could really feel the clamps every time they jostled just a little. Her heavy breath was the only thing betraying her arousal, but that was okay you were going to change that.
There were nights when Sevika kept your head trapped between her legs, but she’d always controlled the intensity of it all, pulling you back when she needed a break, pushing you against her sex when she needed more. Now she’d have to suffer through your pace and you went slowly. Feather light touches on her labia, tracing her entrance with a single finger and dragging her arousal up to her clit.
“Ooo you’re already wet, Sevika. Seems like somebody likes being my toy for the night. Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
She growled a low sound of frustration, “Get on with it.”
“ No ,” you responded, bringing that single finger back down to tease her some more. You kept at it until she was trying to chase your fingers with her hips, a move made awkward and stilted by the tight ropes around her body. You waited until her clit was swollen, and begging for attention. Drawing her arousal up to the engorged button you touched it lightly and pulled your finger away watching the web of her slick stretch between her clit and your fingertip. Then you did it again and again, until Sevika groaned in frustration.
“I’m gonna be here all fucking night,” she griped, and just as quickly as the words were out of her mouth you smacked her thigh hard enough that it stung your hand quite a bit. Sevika gasped and you were sure it was more out of surprise than pain.
“Might wanna use a crop or something, princess,” she chuckled. You were laying between her legs, so she couldn’t really see the displeased look on your face, but you let your displeasure be known by turning and biting into the meat of her inner thigh. You felt her jerk.
“Ow! Fuck!” she complained, trying to lift her head to look at you.
“Be. good.” you ordered.
“Dammit,” she heaved, as the bitter pain of the bite fizzled into desire. You pressed your mouth against her sex then, your lips pursing around her clit as you sucked it. She relaxed immediately melting into the familiar warmth of your mouth on her sex. If this is all you wanted to do while in charge then she felt like you'd wasted your opportunity. She was going to make you eat her pussy anyway. When she got her hands on you after this she was going to make you wish you used your time more wisely. As you continued eating her out, she tried— in vain— to rub her pussy against your mouth. Her range of motion was too limited to get good friction. Instead she had to deal with the way your sucking was quickly becoming both too much and not enough. She gritted her teeth against the sensation, refusing to moan the way she wanted to so early in the game.
You knew she was holding out, but the thing about always wanting to please Sevika in the bedroom was that you got good at doing what she liked. You eased up on sucking her clit and traded between light fluttering licks against the bud while you teased her entrance with two of your fingers. Her breath left her in a sharp huff as you shoved your fingers into her wet hole. You angled them up and started curling them right against that spongy feeling spot on the upper walls of her cunt.
“ Fuck ,” she gasped twisting in her bindings as much as she could. You’d taken the intensity from low to high so suddenly. Her body had been zeroing in attention on the featherlight touches you gave her. You built up her sensitivity just to overwhelm her with stimulation all at once. Normally she’d pull you away, make you hold out your tongue so she could fuck your face at her own pace but she couldn’t do that now and it was driving her insane.
“Oh fuck you,” she moaned when you started sucking her clit again. Her words earned her another sharp slap on the thigh, that one was harder than the last and the sting of it lingered. She pressed her head against the pillows beneath her only to feel the movement of jostle her breasts and therefore the nipple clamps on them. She was going to eat you alive when she got out of those damned ropes.
Your jaw was beginning to ache but you didn’t care, you wanted her to come. You wanted her first orgasm of the night to be in your mouth and around your fingers. You could feel her cunt pulsing around you, but she wasn’t there yet, so you added another finger.
Her moans were rich in timbre and pleasing to the ear, “I’m gonna- fuck- dammit, princess. Slow down. I’m gonna cum.”
You kept at it just like you were doing, feeling her powerful thighs begin to tremble. Her legs were straining against the ropes, trying to close around your head. The moans she let out took on a growling edge as she tried to hold them back and failed. Sevika was all pride and no tact sometimes. Hearing her hold back, just made you go harder, until she couldn't help it, until every exhale was a truly debauched moan and she was trembling so hard it was making the whole bed shudder.
“ Fuck!” she shouted as her orgasm hit her. The clenching of her sex around your fingers made them hard to move. You had to slow down, so you focused on teasing her clit more, drawing out a surprised shout.
“Shit, I’m cumming fuck, I’m cumming,” she said as if that was supposed to mean something to you, like it would make you stop.
She expected you to ease up as her peak hit her. But you were still going at it, making the relief of her orgasm quickly turn into torture. She was always extremely sensitive after her orgasm. She'd snatch you away from her sex after she came because you could be so fucking relentless. Why didn't she think of this before she agreed to be tied up. Your moutn was her favorite fucking problem. It was one of the many reasons she made you all hers. She couldn't pay for better head. Sure she could say the safeword and you would stop, but she didn’t exactly want you to. She wanted to see where this would lead. She was never disciplined enough to keep going beyond her limit. This was the perfect time to see what it was like. Plus, what would it say about her that she was tapping out so soon, when you'd never tapped out on any of her sordid desires.
Her whole body was shaking as you continued and she suddenly went quiet. Her moans abruptly cut off. It took you a minute to realize she hadn’t taken a breath in a while. You lifted your head, focusing on fucking her with your fingers so you could speak to her without letting her relax too much.
“Breathe, baby,” you goaded, using your free hand to rub her stomach.
She sucked in a ragged breath, “Fuck, fuck,” she rasped as you kept fucking her with your fingers. Instead of putting your mouth back to work, you let your hand drag down from her stomach to play with her clit. Your fingers were absolutely covered in her slick, and it was dripping down onto the bed. You couldn’t even help yourself you took your fingers out of her, and licked her creamy cum off of your digits.
“Yeah, you like the taste of me, princess,” she taunted breathlessly. It wasn't the most domineering your girlfriend had ever sounded, it was actually a little cute. Still you couldn't let her insolence slide, not tonight. You didn’t even look at her face, you just pinched her clit and listened to the ragged gasp it tore from her. You were in charge right now and she was not gonna make you squirm. Besides, you weren't done with her. As you slowly took your fingers out of your mouth you turned to the box that sat on the side of the bed. You knew Sevika liked penetration, the way she could ruin you with an L-shaped double sided dildo was proof enough. You knew you wouldn’t last using that, but a regular strap-on you could manage. You wanted to see her cream all over your strap.
“You’re not done ,” she growled at you incredulously as you started pulling out toys.
“I have all night, unless you use your safe word,” you reminded her, and you paused giving her a chance to say the word if she’d really had enough. When she said nothing and simply turned her gaze away from you, you smiled, “Good, girl. I just want you to look pretty and take it.” You taunted her. If looks could kill you’d be dead, but you didn’t mind. You were gonna fuck that attitude right out of her.
Her moment of reprieve was the time it took you to put on the strap-on. You picked the white pearlescent lube she bought specifically for breeding your little pussy. The choice annoyed her, but not enough to say anything about it. It was expensive and meant to be used on you. When she got out of these ropes she was going to make you pay. She was gonna make you scream loud enough that all of Zaun would hear it.
You settled on your knees between her legs. She heard the jingle of something metallic as you settled on the bed so she lifted her head to look at you. You had a collar in hand, and a leash in your hand. The one she liked to use when she was ruining you with back shots. She'd fuck you while pulling the leather leash back, making you rock into her pounding thrusts. There was a line. You weren't bending her over.
“Chin up,” you instructed.
“Oh fuck you,” she laughed breathlessly. You held the collar out and gave her a stern look as she laughed at you.
“You’re gonna pay for that. Chin. Up.”
"I'm not changing position."
"That's not what I asked you to do. Lift your damn chin up, or I swear I'm getting out the paddle," you snapped at her. Something about the hard edge of your annoyance intrigued Sevika. She scoffed arrogantly before lifting her chin and allowing you to put the collar around her neck. You fastened it loosely, then hooked the leash around the metal look. Once everything was on you sat back and looked at your handy work. Her face felt like it was on fire, but there was something... not awful about the fond way you looked at her.
"See? You're so pretty when you play nice, Vika."
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you when I get my hands on you. Gonna make you wish you never tried me-”
You grabbed her face in hand and looked her in the eye, “If you hate it so much, say the word, Sevika."
She reeled a little at your treatment. So maybe her little princess had teeth after all. That didn't mean anything, she doubted you even knew what you were doing. You thought because you'd been fucked that you knew how to fuck her. This would be her chance to get the upperhand, to taunt you, make you untie her so she could make things right. You'd be the one sniveling and moaning tonight. “You know what you’re doing with that thing, princess?” she asked, glancing down at the strap.
“You’re gonna find out now aren’t you?”
You did know what you were doing with that thing. Sevika had to begrudgingly admit, as you rolled your hips into hers. Her eyelids felt heavy and her breath kept hitching on sounds she couldn't control. Everytime she went to hold her breath to keep herself quiet your hips knocked into hers hard enough that it was forced out of her. She couldn't even curse you the way she wanted to. Her voice was marred by her heavy breathing, she sounded pathetic even to herself. You'd chosen the toy that had a slight upper curve to it, and you were hitting the exact right spot over and over again. It was maddening. Her sight kept going in and out of focus as she looked up at you, and the fierce determination on your face.
“Didn’t even need the lube, pretty girl,” you cooed at her, and it was so demeaning, it made her whole body go hot with embarrassment… and it made her clench around the thick toy you kept burying in her pussy.
“Fuck you,” she groaned wanting to press back into the pillows, but she couldn't with the way you were holding the leash.
“Fuck me?” you asked, "Fuck me? What did I tell you about talking. to me. nice." You puntuated that last part with a sharp thrust at every pause. You buried the toy deep inside of her as you leaned over to grab something from the bed. She didn’t see what it was, but she heard it hum to life. The cordless hitachi she kept for torturing you was now in your hands, and she was helpless to shy away from the powerful vibrations as you set it right against clit. She shouted at the sudden intense vibrations matched with the way you picked your thrusts back up.
You knew Sevika well enough to know she was plotting her revenge with every glare she gave you as you fucked her deep and hard. Every moan you knocked from her chest was hard won, and it would cost you dearly later. However, if she was too tired to get her revenge once you were done with her then you could postpone it until tomorrow. You had the leash wrapped around your hand, pulling her head up so she had to watch you drilling into her pussy. It also served as an anchor to really put your weight behind each thrust, getting extra help from your arms to slam your body into hers. Sevika was cursing you out, but the vibration from the wand was making all of it slur together. You couldn’t quite make out everything that was being said.
"Aww, Sevika," you purred breathlessly, "You sound so stupid on my dick, baby."
Then you turned the vibration up higher to thwart any attempt she had of cursing back at you about your words. She went rigid and you could feel it when she orgasmed. Her sex clung tightly to the toy, making you push past the strong contractions of her cunt to keep hitting the end of her. There were no more words for her to say to you, only harsh shouts, and heavy moans. The sloppy wet sound of her pussy mixed with her debauched groans was the sweetest music to your ears. When it seemed like she was a little numb to the vibrations of the wand you turned it off and tossed it aside in favor of grabbing the pretty pearlescent lube. You squirted a fat glob right on her pussy and then used your thumb to spread it around her swollen throbbing clit. She let out a truly pitiful sounding moan as you touched her where she was already so sensitive. You didn’t do it for long though. One look at her face told you she’d about had enough. She could barely keep her eyes open, and if you were honest, you were tired too. You let go of the leash and put both of your hands on her lower stomach, pressing down on it so that you could feel yourself moving inside of her. You were hitting deep.
“Ooooh, fuck, ” she whined, her voice breaking as she spoke.
It didn’t take much more to get her to cum one more time, a relatively weak orgasm compared to the others, but it seemed to wring her dry. She kicked as much as she could in the ropes gasping for breath with her head thrown back, mouth wide open in a mask of rapturous pleasure. You wished you could get that moment photographed, the moment her pretty gray eyes rolled back then fluttered shut, and the way her nose crinkled and her brows furrowed in distress. It took everything, leaving her to curse your name and call you all kinds of colorful insults as her pussy tried to milk the silicone cock dry as you stopped thrusting in favor of grinding against the end of her.
"You're such a fucking bitch," she complained, but the insult in her words was greatly soften by the sobbing quality her tone took as she fought to get her breath back.
You pulled out and fell back on your ass, muscles already aching from over exertion. Despite not being the one who bottomed, you knew you were gonna feel that work out tomorrow.
“Get me out of these fucking ropes,” Sevika griped.
“In a minute.”
“Fuck, I can't go again, princess.” She heaved.
“I'm gonna untie you in a minute,” you reiterated, grabbing the discarded polaroid camera. You glanced to see how many pictures you had left: Just one. You had to make it count. You stood up on the bed to get as much of her debauched state in the frame as possible. She was in a state, slick white lube and her own cum leaking out of her pussy, bite marks littered on her thighs, and a collage of other marks from sucking her breasts and her neck. Her eyes were closed in the photo, and she looked spent, so you ignored the protests of your muscles and set upon taking care of Sevika the way she always took care of you after a session.
“Thanks, Sevika,” you murmured, as you took off the nipple clamps, and tossed them in the box.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she grumbled, lifting her chin so you could take off the collar.
“You were really hot, though,” you complimented, as you tossed the leather collar aside. Then came the ropes. They weren’t to hard to unravel but it was a process that involved Sevika moving muscles she didn’t have complete control over yet. You just tossed the rope to the floor when you were done with it. You’d rewrap it in the morning. Instead you rubbed the indents they made in her skin lovingly.
“‘M so lucky,” you muttered pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, “Are you gonna make it in a shower?”
She glowered at you. The answer was no and she obviously didn't want to admit it.
“I’ll draw you a bath then, baby,” you cooed. She was able to get her wits about her while you drew bath water, and got fresh linen ready for the bed. When the bath was ready you came over and offered her your hand. She smacked it away begrudgingly and sat up. You couldn't help laughing at her, frankly, bratty behavior. So you stood back and let her get up on your own, covering your mouth to hide your smile as you saw her legs tremble once she put weight on them.
Sevika flipped you off as she continued towards the bathroom, "I don't wanna hear shit, from you, I still think you cheated."
"Sevika," you complained going to follow her.
"Get me a damn cigar," she threw back as she disappeared into the bathroom. There were a couple of candles lit in the bathroom and the air smelled like you used the lavender epsom salt mixture you kept on hand for these kinds of situation, but usually you were the one who needed to soak. She eased into the water, putting her metal hand down on the edge of the claw foot tub for stability as she sat down. Her body ached, but it still felt good. It... had been a long time since anybody fucked her that good... and honestly you might have been the only person to fuck her that well. She thought of herself in her twenties when she was more experimental, and let a couple of women top her. She preferred handling her own pleasure, and giving it on her own terms but she could at least admit to herself that you'd done a good job. As long as you didn't think you were going to run anything after this she might tell you so.
It took you a while to come into the bathroom. You had her cigar in hand, and you'd already cut it. You sat behind her on the edge of the tub, in only your underwear. She settled between your legs and let you put the cigar in her mouth. You lit it for her too. She had her eyes closed but she could feel you looking at her. Years together just made it obvious when you had something to say.
"What?" she demanded, preparing for you to gloat. She had a running tally of things she would make you pay for tomorrow night, any showboating was just going to make it worse for you and she was looking forward to that.
"... You're not mad at me are you, Vika?" you asked softly.
She opened her eyes to look up at you. You were looking down at her worriedly. She scoffed before sinking into the tub a little more, "I'm not that sore a loser."
"So you didn't like it? I didn't do a good job?"
Ah, there you were. You could ask to be in charge all you wanted, but you were still just her princess. She took her cigar out of her mouth and exhaled the smoke before speaking again, "C'mere," she coaxed reaching up to grab the back of your neck, making you bend down to kiss her. It was just a chaste peck, "You did a pretty damn good job," she muttered.
"Yeah."
"Mmhm, and I'm gonna pay you back for every second of it, princess. Now get your ass in here with me. I can smell me on you."
~
There may be a part 2. I don't know y'all gotta ask me really nicely for it. I'm a busy woman. Cross posted on ao3 @/lilaestheticsnhope
Honeybun is single-handedly the best fanfic I’ve ever read!! Love your writing sm
Thank you so much. That means so much to me. I have been super insecure about moving to just writing for ladies. It has a smaller audience, and I don't get as much attention on it as I'm used to, but it feels a million times more authentic to me.
I literally started out writing Honeybun just for me, and then I noticed that there wasn't a lot of representation for readers with brown skin in the ellie x reader tag so I decided to post it for the girls who look a little more like me, who wanted to see themselves in a story on top of everybody else who just likes Ellie. I feel very grateful and humbled by the warm reception. Even if it's just a handful of people reading it, I'm glad it could bring a little happiness to someone.
oh yeah someone on tik tok used a snippet of your jealous sevika smut as an intro for an edit of her LMAOO
Funny enough, that person is my mutual but I don't think she knows that I'm the one who wrote it lol.
But I'm always extremely flattered when people show appreciation for my fics, especially my sapphic work. It took me a long time to just commit to writing for women, and the people who express how much they like reading are the only reason I keep posting fanfic.
Hi Lilian,hope you’re doing well I just wanted to find out which fictional women do you write for like is it only game based or are there some anime women you write for aswell
Because lemme tell you something…Your smut writing is *chefs kiss* absolutely delicious scrumptious and all that with a bag of chips
I've got a couple of anime faves too. Quanxi (Chainsaw Man), Integra (Hellsing & Hellsing Unlimited), Unohana (bleach)
then of course Ellie, Abby (I wound up posting that series to my ao3 since it gets more traffic)
Summary: You’ve had your eye on Ellie for a while, so when the two of you finally hit it off at a party, you dive head first into romance with her. Navigating the unhealed wounds from both of your pasts, and the growing pains of adulthood isn’t always easy but you find a way to work through it with Ellie.
Warnings: Eventual smut (quick to romance slow to fuck), Incredibly fluffy and romantic, TW: drugs and alcohol, a little bit of dealer!ellie sprinkled in, Dina x Jesse, disaster lesbians navigating their first big girl relationship, Ellie is an awkward nerd most of the time
A/N: This is an exercise in literally just writing what I want, even if only a handful of people see it. This might get cross-posted to ao3 after it’s finished. Haven’t decided yet.
Honeybun Pt. 10 Christmas with Ellie(final chapter)
College!Ellie Williams x black!fem! Reader
Part 9
Honeybun Masterlist
Summary: You have your first holiday with Ellie, and it’s safe to say you want many more. A fluffy end to a fluffy story.
Warnings/tags: Wholesome, some guy tries to flirt with reader but Ellie intervenes
Word Count: 3,441
You woke up earlier than Ellie every morning. At first you were a little shy about moving around the house with her asleep but after a week you were downstairs enjoying coffee with Joel. You sat downstairs with your coffee making a list of things you wanted to get from the grocery store.
“Do you have a favorite cookie, Joel?”
He seemed surprised by the consideration, “You’re making cookies?”
“I’d like to. It’ll feel weird if I don’t. My mom and I make cookies every year.”
He hummed, “Must be odd not to be home for the holidays.”
You nodded, “But I’m happy she’s doing something for herself. She had me a little young so she didn’t get to be a young 20-something with zero responsibility. I had to force her to go on the cruise.”
Joel gave his crinkly eyed smile, “Been a while since we tried baking anything. Ellie’s no good at it and I’m an awful teacher. As for a favorite cookie, I’m old fashioned: I like gingerbread.”
Your eyes widened, “How did I forget gingerbread? I love those. Alright. I think three different cookies should do the trick. I’ve got brown butter chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, and gingerbread.”
He watched you scrawl your ingredients down on a notepad, silently impressed that you just seemed to know what you’d need. As he read the list over your shoulder, he told you what was already in the cupboards. He had the basics: milk, butter, sugar, and flour. You’d need to pick up the other stuff. He tried to recall the last time he bothered making cookies. Tess hadn’t been a great baker either. They used to just buy premade dough to put in the oven and even then they often overcooked them. No, the last time he tried to bake cookies had probably been with Sara. The idea filled him with a kind of wistful sadness. It lingered but it wasn’t heavy, and didn’t ruin his morning. Sara was good at baking, she got that from her mother. Sara always insisted upon celebrating holidays the right way. Which meant eggnog and cookies on Christmas Eve, even if she no longer believed in Santa Claus.
“And should I bring anything for Tommy and Maria’s Christmas Party? I make a really good spinach & artichoke dip.”
“You don’t have to, but Maria likes that kind of thing.”
You started writing again, adding ingredients to your list, “I like it too. Don’t know what to do with myself if I’m not cooking around the holiday season. Ellie says she’s gonna convince me that Die Hard is a Christmas movie, I’ll need to be doing something while that’s going on.”
“It is a Christmas movie,” he insisted.
You snorted, “Not you too. It is an action movie that happens to be set around Christmas.”
“Mm I don’t know. I think it upholds the values of Christmas.”
“And what are those?” You laughed.
“... It’s about family… and being with the people important to you by any means necessary.”
You laughed at the poor summation of that movie, “You’ll both have to work harder to convince me.”
Ellie joined the two of you about an hour later, wearing her pajamas and rubbing her eyes sleepily. She always looked a bit angry to be awake for the first couple minutes after waking up. She grumbled a good morning to Joel before draping herself over your back, with her chin on your shoulder.
“What’s that?” She asked, looking at your list.
“Things to grab from the grocery store.”
“Hm, what’re the roads like?” she asked lifting her head to look towards the kitchen window. There was a bit more snow on the ground, but of course, she couldn’t see the road from that window.
“I’ll drive,” Joel said, “The truck’s better in the snow than your car and I have a couple things to pick up in town.”
“Thanks,” you smiled, “If Ellie doesn’t kill me with her morning breath I’ll be ready in 20.”
Ellie reeled, “I brushed!”
“I do not believe you,” You teased, you couldn’t actually smell her breath at all, but it was fun to tease her.
She blew in your face out of spite and you fell face down on the table. Joel erupted in laughter at your dramatics.
“It’s gang up on Ellie day, huh?!” she complained.
Ellie was gradually getting more accustomed to Joel’s easy acceptance of you. She knew he would like you, but seeing it in action was a bit jarring at first. Seeing you fit in like you’d simply always been there was a beautiful thing, it was just a bit scary because she couldn’t imagine it any other way now. Or rather she didn’t want to imagine an end to this. But she couldn’t be that lucky right? She couldn’t have gotten it right so quickly. Most people date a multitude of people for far longer than the two of you have dated before they find their person. Still, the two of you didn’t fight. You disagreed, sure, but screaming matches, silent treatments, that kind of stuff didn't happen. Every time it had the potential to happen you were always calm, and she was unwilling to do that with you. Not when you were so easy to just talk to. Sure it took a lot of pride swallowing but you two were doing alright. Maybe… just maybe, she’d revisit these thoughts a year from now. After all, you were only 4 months in.
Joel branched off while in the store, muttering about needing to find something, “Here,” he gave Ellie a roll of cash, “Pay for the groceries with that.”
“Oh no, Joel I-” You began but he plugged his ears with his fingers as he walked away.
“What? I can’t hear you,” He called behind him. You just shook your head, continuing down the aisles.
“Should I get Tommy and Maria a gift?” you asked as you perused the aisles.
“They were talking about getting you one,” Ellie said.
“Ah, wish I knew that sooner.”
“Don’t worry about it. I mean, did you get Joel a gift?”
“Yes I did, in fact,” you said putting your nose up in the air, “I think he’ll really like it.”
“What is it?”
“It’s fancy coffee beans! My mom took a trip to Brazil over spring break and she brought them back for me but of course, I don’t have a coffee grinder and I don’t really like coffee enough to know the difference.”
“He’ll love that for sure. Tommy’s a big whiskey guy, and Maria likes her wine.”
“Hm, glasses,” you decided and she nodded along.
“I kinda forgot about those two, so if you help me pick something out I’ll pay and we can say it’s from us.”
“Ooo how official. When do we start sending Christmas cards together?”
“Next year,” she said with a small smile. If all was well next year she might do something crazy like propose.
The two of you wound up dropping off the groceries in Joel’s truck. It was cold enough outside that they would be fine to stay there for a bit. You noticed a specialty store in the strip mall surrounding the grocery store. It took some searching but the two of you landed on a pair of glasses and had it gift wrapped in the store.
The countdown to Christmas went by faster than Ellie expected. With the two of you baking cookies, and Joel being the official taste tester once you realized he was truly hopeless when it came to baking. The three of you watched Die Hard and you sat back with the most amused grin while Ellie and Joel tried to point out to you how and why that was a Christmas movie. You weren’t sold at all, but it was fun to watch them unite to convince you. The three of you stayed up late on Christmas Eve watching actual Christmas movies.
Early Christmas morning you slunk out of Ellie’s bed to go down to the guest room and get her and Joel’s gifts. You ventured downstairs to slip them under the Christmas tree. You were in the middle of putting them down when you heard a floorboard creak. You turned to see Joel standing with his arms full of wrapped boxes. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before laughing.
“Looks like we had the same idea.”
“Looks like,” he agreed, coming over to set everything down.
“It should be a good surprise for Ellie,” you chuckled, standing up to your full height.
He just shook his head, “At least we’ve got that. We’ll pretend we didn’t see each other later.”
“Sure thing,” you nodded, making your escape back upstairs.
It was a great surprise for Ellie. She woke up several hours after you put the presents downstairs. You had time to catch a few more Zs in her arms. She pressed kisses to your face to wake you.
“It’s Christmas, baby,” she muttered.
“Merry Christmas,” you greeted, wiping the sleep out of your eyes.
“I love you,” she smiled, ever since the two of you said it for the first time she felt giddy every time those three words left her lips.
“I love you too, you dork.” You were slow to sit up.
“I have a present for you,” she announced, getting out of bed with more excitement than she usually managed in the morning. You sat up watching her go to her closet. She came back with a small box wrapped in holiday paper. It was a medium sized flat square, and once she put it in your hand you noticed how light it was.
“Do you wanna do presents downstairs, maybe see what Santa brought you?” You offered before opening it.
“I think I hear Joel moving around down there and I want this gift to just be me and you.”
Your eyebrows shot up, “Ellie, is it something naughty?”
“No,” she said hastily and then covered her face in embarrassment, “It’s just sappy, alright?”
“Well now I’m really curious.” You tore open the wrapping paper and opened the box to find a dainty little locket. It was in the shape of a heart and engraved with pretty designs.
“Oh this is gorgeous,” you breathed picking up the necklace to look at the little sun and moon etching in the shiny metal.
“Open it,” she prompted.
You did and inside there was a picture of you and Ellie laying on the sofa in her apartment. Both of you looked to be asleep, but Ellie was holding you close, with both arms wrapped around you, and her lips pressed to the top of your head.
“Dina got that picture and she sent it to me sometime ago and… I don’t know I thought it was sweet,” Ellie explained, she was looking at you through her eyelashes again as if she were afraid you’d rebuff this successful attempt at romance.
“It’s perfect, Ellie. I’m gonna wear it everyday,” you said, opening your arms to her. You hugged her tightly.When you pulled back you looked at the necklace again then gave it to her, “Will you put it on me?”
“Sure.”
You turned your back to her and let her do the clasp in the back. The dainty pendant rested on your chest exactly where you liked your necklaces to lie. You turned to face her again, pretending to model the necklace.
“How do I look?”
“Gorgeous as always.”
“Right answer,” you teased, “Come on let’s freshen up so you can see what Santa brought you.”
As you descended from Ellie’s room you smelled breakfast cooking downstairs. Joel must have decided to stay up after setting down his gifts. You freshened up a bit, and waited around for Ellie before going downstairs. She was rambling about New Year’s plans, and you nodded along knowing full well you were usually asleep before midnight. The two of you walked into the living room and you were not surprised to see the presents under the tree.
“Old man!” Ellie yelled, she had his present in her hands.
“Merry Christmas to you too, Ellie.”
“Yeah, yeah, come in here and open your present.”
“After breakfast.”
She groaned, throwing her head back as she walked into the kitchen, “Come on, open it now.”
“Come on now, breakfast’ll get cold. I’ll open it after,” he answered, unbothered by her dramatics. He was used to them.
“Good morning, Joel.”
“Morning. There’s fresh coffee in the pot so you can have it with your cream and sugar,” he teased.
“One day my tastes will be as refined as yours.”
“Hope not,” Ellie grumbled, “Coffee tastes like broken dreams and regret.”
“It’s an acquired taste. You’ll get it when you’re older.”
“Again, I really hope not,” she said, going over to steal bacon off of the plate on the counter.
You all sat down for dinner, and Ellie had Joel’s gift right on the table. You could tell she was hoping he’d change his mind and open it. He seemed to catch on to that too.
“What’s in there?” He asked in a sort of resigned manner.
Ellie shrugged, “You said after breakfast.”
“Give it here.”
“No,” she grabbed the box and set it aside.
“Is it a keychain?” Joel asked. You snorted, that would be quite a big box for a key chain.
“No.”
“Whiskey glasses?”
“No, but I did think about it.”
“Hm… new knives set?”
“No, you’re not gonna guess. Give it up.”
He was silent for a little while as he ate, then he spoke again, “If it’s another anti aging cream I’m going to be offended.”
“I was trying to help. Maybe if you didn’t frown so much it wouldn’t age you so badly.”
Joel frowned as he looked at her, “What do you mean? I’m always smiling.”
Breakfast passed that way, with Joel making poor guesses about what was in the box, and the two of them making fun of each other. By the time the three of you went to the living room Ellie’s patience was done for and she was all but shoving the box into Joel’s hands.
“Open it.”
He sat in his recliner with a huff, “Alright, let’s see.” He started carefully peeling the tape on the wrapping paper. The little smile on his face told you he was doing it on purpose to aggravate Ellie. It worked.
“Oh brother! Just tear it open!”
“Now wait a minute. This is nice paper,” he laughed.
“Joel,” she complained.
He stopped fooling around and opened the gift. It looked to be a tool kit of some sort and as he opened it his smile widened.
“You can get back to whittling now.”
“My old set was good,” he protested in the sort of way that people who still aren’t used to getting nice things did. He was obviously happy about the new set.
“Your old set is no more. It was broken and you were going to hurt yourself one of these days. Enjoy the new one.”
“Thank you, Ellie,” he relented, opening his arms to her.
“It was nothing,” she waved off as she hugged him.
“Go check out your stuff,” he encouraged as he pulled away and then he called your name, “you too.”
There was a sizable box with your name on it and you wondered what he possibly could have gotten for you. Surely, Ellie must have told him the things you liked but you couldn’t think of anything that would be in such a huge box. And on top of that box was a smaller one for you as well. Before you moved your gifts, you grabbed Joel’s and gave it to him.
“Now,” he began with a playfully reproachful look, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I wanted to,” you shrugged.
Ellie was already tearing into her gifts from Joel. She had a good collection of boxes to get through so it was for the best that she was so eager. You sat back a moment to see what she had. She went for the biggest first, a long relatively flat box, wrapped in brown paper and decorated with twining. You were sure Joel had all of his presents professionally wrapped. Maybe he was bad at wrapping gifts himself. The flat box yielded an archery set. It was fancy though, not in a tactical way, but like it was meant to be in some kind of show.
“It’s a replica from those comic books you like. Fully functioning too,” he said proudly.
Well that explained why it was so pretty.
“No way! Babe, we gotta go outside so you can see me shoot it.”
You nodded, “Alright. I didn’t even know you did archery.”
“I haven’t had the time or the place to do it at school. I’ll show you,” she assured excitedly. This level of happiness added so much youth to her expression. It was truly endearing. Next was a thicker smaller box, it was a real leather jacket, something Ellie was also excited about. Then there were art supplies and not just some generic set, but individual components. He seemed to have done his research. He knew exactly what she was looking to get into. That warmed your heart. Joel cared through attention to detail and it showed in his gifts but also in his regard for Ellie, both of them refusing to make a big deal out of their truly thoughtful gifts to one another.
“Now it’s your turn, honeybun,” Ellie teased.
You shot her a look for calling you that in front of Joel. Heaven forbid he knew the origin of that name. It was embarrassing that Ellie knew, you’d simply die if she told Joel.
“I wanna know what’s in the big one,” Ellie proclaimed.
“I know your head’s ‘bout as big as the sun, but everything don’t revolve around you. Let her choose what she wants to open,” Joel scolded.
Ellie’s jaw dropped as she looked at him, “My head is not big.”
Joel made a sound of disagreement. You reached under the tree and set your gift for Ellie on her lap.
“You’ve got one more.”
“Oh,” her eyes widened, “What is it?”
“Open it, genius.” You chuckled.
She picked up the box and shook it lightly, but there was nothing to hear. So she ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal the product box.
“A star projector,” she gasped excitedly.
“I was surprised you didn’t already have one.”
“I’ve wanted one for years. Thank you, baby,” she leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “Now it’s your turn.”
You nodded, opening the small present first because it was on top. Unwrapping it yielded the most beautiful copy of Pride and Prejudice you’d ever seen. The pages were gold trimmed and the cover had a glorious peacock design. It was a breathtaking hardcover.
“Oh my goodness,” you gasped, “Joel, I- This is amazing. It’s so beautiful. Where’d you even find this?”
“I can’t tell you all my secrets. It took some searching though.”
“It’s perfect. Thank you so much, genuinely.”
You set it aside thoughtfully before going to the bigger box, “Joel, the book was really enough.”
“Nonsense. I think you’ll like this one too.”
You had to really maneuver around the box to take off the wrapping paper, and once you got that off, you were met with a latched case. You opened it to peek inside and then closed it again.
“No,” you gasped, looking at him, “This is too much.”
“It’s perfect. When I heard you play it ,I knew it had to be yours.”
You opened the case again to look at the beautiful guitar. Its dark wood has a glossy finish and the iridescent fret markers were glimmering.
“I can’t thank you enough.”
“Just play it often. That’s the only thanks I’ll take.”
“Well, my gift to you pales in comparison,” you chuckled, “But I still want you to open it.”
He did as you said. The fancy wooden box seemed to delight him, and you waited for him to open it.
His eyes widened as he picked up one of the bags, “Oh wow, this is good stuff.”
“Straight from Brazil,” you explained, “it’s from a small farm where they shade grow their beans.”
“Now this is something. I finally have a reason to use that fancy espresso maker Maria got me last year. Thank you.”
“I told you it was perfect,” Ellie said, bumping her shoulder with yours, “Come on, I wanna try out my bow.”
You and Ellie wound up outside by the stables. It was a hassle to get out in all the snow, but you she was so excited you didn’t mind. She was talking to you about archery, her breath condensing in the cold air. Her nose was already red from the cold and you got the urge to kiss it and you would as soon as she stopped moving. She pulled a few targets out from the shed and put them a good deal away.
“I feel like there’s still so much to learn about you,” You said as she joined you a good deal away from the targets.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked looking down at the bow in her hand.
You shook your head, “No, just means I’m gonna need more time to learn.”
“Well we’ve got time, right?” Ellie questioned, finally turning to look at you.
“We’ve got forever if you can tolerate me for that long,” you laughed.
She scoffed, her gaze fell again, looking at her hands as she drew the bow up and pulled the string, “If I make this shot then we’re meant to be forever,” She said with a grin.
Your eyebrows shot up, “That’s a gamble.”
“So is forever,” she answered. You watched her breath fog as she let it out. Then she let it go. Sure enough it hit just a little bit above center. She turned grinning at you.
“Forever it is,” you laughed, leaning in to kiss her nose like you wanted to.
~
This is the end for now. It’s very likely that I’ll make a few more Bonus Chapters for these two bc I just love em so much. If you have requests for Honeybun content don’t hesitate to ask. I might just do it.
Summary: You meet Tommy and Maria at the local bar and Dina convinces you to dance with her. Ellie’s family gets to see just how set on you she is
Warnings/tags: Wholesome, some guy tries to flirt with reader but Ellie intervenes
Word Count: 4,653
You were trying to believe that your girlfriend and your shared friend group hadn’t all lost their minds but you didn’t have a better answer for what was happening. Ellie, to her credit, did tell them that this was going to be a hard sell.
“Line dancing is fun,” Dina asserted, “You’ll love it.”
“But will line dancing love me? Are y’all trying to set me up to get hate crimed.”
“No one is going to hate-crime you,” Dina sighed heavily, “Alright I’m jewish if someone was gonna get hate-crimed-”
“Dina, I’m black!”
“Oh my god, you’re black?” Jessie asked and you glared at him as he laughed at his own joke.
“Jesse goes and he’s fine.”
“Jesse’s Asian.”
“I can’t get hate-crimed because I’m Asian? I’m not good enough to be hate-crimed now?”
“You are being purposefully obtuse. You all are.”
Ellie wrapped her arms around you from behind, “Do you think I would take you somewhere dangerous, baby?”
You tried not to melt at the sweet tone she used for you, “Eleanor, you took me to the woods at night.”
“Eleanor?” she questioned.
Jesse made a sound of agreement, “You do white people shit 24/7. Not the best judge for this one.”
Dina nodded, “You’re always investigating something. She’s better off listening to us when we say it’ll be fun. Everybody’s used to us by now and everyone knows Ellie’s gay. No one’s gonna bat an eye.”
“Okay, but if I’m running from a mob by the end of the night, I’m breaking up with you,” you said pointing to Ellie, “And you two can kiss my ass.”
“And when you have fun. I’m gonna say I told you so,” Dina grinned, “Now come on, you gotta learn the dances.”
“Ellie, do you dance?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Then why am I learning?”
“Because Jesse doesn’t dance and I want a partner dammit,” Dina snapped.
They were in the garage of Joel’s house playing loud country music and forcing you to dance with it.
“This feels like a form of torture,” you complained, moving in a line with Dina.
“It is,” Jesse assured.
“It’s a labor of love,” Dina corrected, “We don’t want you to look silly at your first party here.”
“The things I do for that woman of mine. I swear.”
Jesse turned to Ellie while you and Dina were going through the moves to a line dance. Ellie’s eyes were on you, a small amused smile lingering on her lips. It took her a moment to notice Jesse looking at her.
“How’d meeting Joel go?” Jesse asked.
“Fine. I think he likes her more than me. I woke up this morning and they were having coffee already, probably talking shit about me.”
He chuckled, “First one to get Joel’s approval. I thought he was gonna burst a blood vessel when you told him you were dating Cat.”
“I still don’t get why he didn’t like her.”
“You don’t understand why he didn’t like the flighty tattoo artist?”
“Okay,” Ellie relented, “But I didn’t think he would be so passionate.”
“Just wasn’t a good match for you. Everyone knew it.”
“Yeah, when were you fuckers gonna tell me?”
“We did, repeatedly. You’re just too damn hard-headed.”
She chuckled, “That doesn’t sound like me at all.”
“I’m not surprised Joel likes her. She met Tommy and Maria yet?”
Ellie shook her head, “Didn’t wanna make her nervous. He’s just Joel’s brother. Doesn’t matter to me if he likes her or not.”
“But it mattered that Joel liked her,” Jesse guessed. He knew she wouldn’t have said as much. Even when Ellie tried to pretend that Joel’s approval wasn’t a big deal to her, he could see it on her face when she briefly spoke about the two of you meeting. She was happy Joel liked you. She would be happy when Tommy and Maria liked you too and they would.
Ellie just shrugged, “I like her, that’s enough.”
“Think you might feel more than like at this point, Ells.”
“You just don’t quit do you?” Ellie shook her head, “Let me do this at my own pace.”
Jesse put his hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, alright. You’ve got time. I think she’s hangin’ around for a while.”
She certainly hoped you’d be around for a while… forever was more like it. You put your hands on the waistband of your skirt, like you were holding a belt and continued your moves with Dina. The whole time you had this dopey self-amused smile on your face. It was adorable.
“Yeah, you’re in love,” Jesse chuckled.
Having you in Jackson felt a little surreal, but right. It felt like you had always been a part of her life. It felt like she’d already had a million mornings where she came downstairs and you were already eating breakfast with Joel, listening to his old man stories with you undivided attention. Well, it was always undivided until she came into the kitchen, and you gave her a warm good morning. She’d make faces about Joel’s storytelling capabilities and you’d hide your smile behind your mug. Then Joel would launch into the most embarrassing story of hers just to spite her. It was mornings full of laughter, and afternoons of adventure. Sure, today was the adventure of Dina teaching you line dancing, but the day before it snowed all day. You’d coaxed Ellie outside for a snowball fight. There was still evidence of your day in the snow in the front yard: A lopsided snowman and a couple of snow angels. Joel sat on the porch swing with his coffee watching the two of you with an amused little smile. The evenings were slow and sweet. Sometimes you played Chess with Joel. You were way better at it than he was, and it was funny to watch him lose so many times in a row. Other times you’d curl up on the sofa with a book and she’d try to draw you while you were stationed in one place for a while. Joel was usually in the garage tinkering with something, so there was no interruption to her admiration.
The heated obsession, the rush of emotion that used to overtake her at the sight of you had simmered into something more steadfast. It was a lingering warmth in her belly, a contentment she hadn’t felt before and a devotion she couldn’t deny. Jesse was right to call it what it was. She loved you. She revolved around you, like Saturn’s rings, or Jupiter’s many moons. Everything she was, moved in your orbit, pulled in by the gravity of her affections for you.
Once Dina was done making a dancer out of you, Ellie took you back to the house. You’d pulled your clothes from your suitcases trying to find something to wear. Of course she was roped into this process as well.
“Ellie, what do people where line dancing?” you questioned frantically, “I don’t wanna look stupid.”
“You’re thinking too hard about it. Just grab some jeans and a top.”
“Ellie,” you complained, “I want to look nice. Joel says his brother is gonna be there. So I’m meeting more of your family.”
She rolled her eyes, “Tommy isn’t nearly as much of a hard-ass as Joel. He’ll like you just fine without any of the glitz and glamor.”
“But the glitz and glamour is integral to me! Should I not do my makeup.”
“Baby, do what you want,” she insisted.
“You’re no help at all. I’m gonna Facetime Dina,” you pouted, grabbing your phone. Ellie lounged on the guest room bed, watching you move around the room, holding garments up for Dina. It wouldn’t matter what you wore, Ellie knew that, you’d still be the prettiest girl there, and she’d be glaring at guys all night to keep ‘em off of you. Or worse, she’d have to brave the dance floor. It was easier dancing with you at parties, it was completely socially acceptable for her to just let you dance on her, and let your body move hers to the beat. This would take a bit more skill on her part.
You wound up in a pair of jeans and a very pretty blouse. It was a dark olive green that she thought looked phenomenal on your skin. She watched you get ready, enraptured by the process. She never put that much thought into getting dressed unless she was dressing for a date with you. Ellie couldn’t, in good faith, say that she tried very hard for other girls that she dated. You were just always so expertly put together and she wanted to look like she belonged at your side because it was truly the only place she wanted to be. She sat on top of the closed toilet while you did your make up in the bathroom, mesmerized by the way you lined your lips and the way you winked at her as you chose a lip stain, promising her this combination would have minimal transfer. It’s not like Ellie minded. She liked having your lipstick marks on her skin, it let everyone know who was always kissing her, like a breadcrumb trail leading straight to you.
“We match,” you said happily when she chose a button up of a similar hue to your blouse and put it on. She just pretended to be surprised, like she didn’t change her outfit plans to match yours.
You continued to fuss in the mirror, lamenting something about your hair, and then feeling insecure about just wearing sneakers. Ellie wrapped her arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek as she hugged you.
“You’ll be the prettiest person there,” she assured, “The sneakers are practical. If you put on heels they’d laugh at you.”
“But what about boots.”
“You wanna be comfortable if you’re gonna be dancing. It’s fine. You look great.”
“Mmkay,” you settled, relaxing into Ellie’s embrace.
Honestly, the gathering was exactly what you expected. It was in a bar that was definitely built to look like a barn but obviously never was. There was country music playing and there were a good amount of people dancing slightly off-beat to it on the wide open dancefloor. The yellow lights from the strings of hanging bulbs gave an odd outdoorsy feeling to the inside of the establishment. It was all made of rustic looking wood. This place had either been here for decades… or somebody built it within the last ten years and just really wanted to look the part. You couldn’t really tell. Either way, you stayed close to Ellie. She held your hand faithfully, leading the way to the bar. Joel was apparently already there somewhere, but bless his heart he fit in so well with the crowd you couldn’t find him in the sea of older white men wearing worn cowboy boots, boot cut jeans, and flannel. If it was left up to you, you’d be lost all night. The only reason you had a slight inclination of where the two of you were headed along the vast bar is because you heard Dina’s boisterous laugh. From there you noticed Jesse, standing beside her at the bar, with a man on his other side that looked like Joel if you only glanced at him for a moment, and there was a woman at his side.
“There they are,” Dina cheered as the two of you joined them. Dina had on a blouse the color of red wine and it looked great on her. Your outfits were comparable so you didn’t felt like you stuck out in any way you could help. Granted, as you looked around the place again you noticed a few brown faces sprinkled about so that eased you just a bit.
“Here we are,” Ellie greeted.
“We thought you were gonna get here with Joel.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, “And be here sober all night?” she grumbled so only she could hear. She was right, the bar wasn’t likely to serve you all and even if they did, you wouldn’t do that with Ellie’s family around.
“Hey, Ellie,” the man beside Jesse said with the kind of familiarity that told you he was important, and given the resemblance between him and Joel you were willing to bet that was Tommy.
“Hey,” she greeted, and then pulled you more front and center, “Tommy this is my girlfriend.” She told him your name and you put out your hand for a handshake.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said genuinely.
“No, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said taking your hand with a bit of an amused smile, “This is my wife Maria.”
You turned to her next for a handshake.
“My goodness, we’re not used to manners,” Maria teased looking straight at Ellie as she shook your hand.
“You can go on and just call him Tommy,” Joel interjected with a teasing smirk, “He’s not respectable enough to be a mister anything.”
“I’m plenty respectable!” Tommy complained.
“You ain't worth a damn, Tommy,” Joel waved off, “Now the warden there? You’ll wanna call her Missus.”
Maria tutted before looking at you, “Just call me Maria.”
You nodded dutifully, “Yes, ma’am. Again, it’s so nice to meet all of you.”
Maria’s smile widened, “You’re just too precious. Ellie, how’d you get this nice young lady to hang around you?”
“I’m nice,” Ellie argued,
Maria gave you a conspiratorial look, “Maybe you can teach her some manners. Lord knows I’ve been trying for years.”
You chuckled, “I don’t know, she’s good to me. I’d say she’s picked up something from you all.”
“Well, I guess that’s all I can hope for. Can I get you a pop or something, sweetheart?”
Ellie leaned in to speak in your ear, “Say yes.”
“Uh sure, I’ll have a ginger ale if they have it,” you agreed even though you were ready to deny needing anything at all. She was probably one of those people who resented their hospitality being turned down. You were happy for the heads up and squeezed Ellie’s hand lightly to tell her so.
You wound up on a bar stool beside Dina sipping your ginger ale and listening to the conversation around you. Jesse was complaining about how much he hated these things. You suspected Jesse only went out at all because Dina wanted to go. Honestly, before they were together he only went to see her. It was a little sweet when you thought about it. He had on a well fitting flannel, matching all the other men around the place. You did notice, once he turned away from the bar that he had quite the flashy belt buckle.
“Um, my eyes are up here. Damn,” he teased when he caught you looking at it.
You rolled your eyes, “Don’t be stupid, Jesse. I like your belt buckle. Ellie, I need a snazzy belt buckle.”
“Jesse’s belt is an embarrassment.”
“Excuse you,” he complained, “I get a lot of compliments on this belt.
“Yes, from middle aged wannabe cowboys.”
“A compliment is a compliment. And I get so few from you three.”
“I like your hair too, Jesse,” you offered, “Did you do something different with it.”
“Yes, thank you for noticing. Now I see what Tommy and Maria mean. You’re the one with manners.”
“I’m nice!” Ellie insisted futilely.
You rubbed her arm reassuringly, “Yes you are, baby. You’re so nice.” Ellie leaned into you, letting you console her as if she were really offended. Ellie considered herself nice enough… but they were right. You were the kind one. It wasn’t long though before Dina was pulling you away to dance with her. You only put up a little bit of a fuss before she got you out on the dance floor. It was entertaining to watch. Dina was spinning you around like a rag doll to the upbeat jaunty tune playing. It took you a bit but you got your footing, picking up on the familiar dance she’d taught you that morning. Pretty soon you were being passed from Dina to the arm of another young woman who was laughing along with the two of you.
Ellie suddenly felt like she was being watched, and a slow turn towards Tommy, Maria, and Joel proved her hunch right. They were all staring at her like something was funny.
“What?” she demanded.
“Nothin’, nothin’” Tommy broke first laughing a little as he spoke, “I just thought Joel was over selling it.”
“Overselling what?” Ellie demanded.
“When’s the wedding?” Maria asked.
She huffed, “We’ve only been dating a few months!”
“And you already brought her home,” Maria insisted, “You kept the other girl a secret for twice as long.”
Ellie tossed her head back in exhaustion, “That’s because I didn’t know how you all would react.”
Tommy scoffed, “Did a piss poor job of hidin’ it. Joel was the only one in the dark and that was denial.”
Joel grumbled, “I just didn’t like the girl. No problem with the gender.”
“This girl’s nice and you obviously like her a lot,” Maria settled, “Is she staying for Christmas?”
“Yeah.”
“Why isn’t she with family?”
“Oh her mom went on a cruise.”
“Have you met her parents?”
“Not in person, but we’ve talked briefly. She seems nice.”
“Just the type to leave for the holidays huh?” Maria grumbled.
“I don’t know the full story there, but I do know they’re close,” Ellie defended.
Tommy nodded, “Different strokes for different folks. We’ll be happy to have her when y’all come over.”
“What’s she like so we can get her something under the tree?”
You were getting dizzy from spinning around the dance floor, but every time you went to get your bearings you were getting passed off into the arms of someone else. It was as exhilarating as it was disorienting. You caught a glimpse of Dina in the arms of another dancer.
“You’re a new face,” the man you were dancing with said.
“I’m Dina’s friend,” you pointed her out with a laugh and paused for a moment unsure if you should say that you were Ellie’s girlfriend. Sure she’d told you she was out and they all said that everyone knew Ellie was gay but self-preservation made you hold your tongue a bit.
He looked over his shoulder, “I know Dina. You’re a good dancer.”
You snorted, “I just learned this morning.” He twirled you out at an arms length and then pulled you back in.
“Color me impressed, darlin’.”
You told him your name with a little smile, “Not darlin’.” you corrected.
“Pardon me, then. I’m Shawn.”
You hummed politely, focusing on the steps to the dance over the way he seemed to be looking for something in your expression. He was a handsome guy you supposed, and if guys were your type maybe you’d feel something. He was a dirty blonde, you could see the ends of his hair coming out from the hat on his head. His hair was wavy, and about shoulder length. Broad shoulders and a pretty impressive physique meant that he’d have luck with any of the girls who were into guys in this place. There was no reason for him to get hung up on you. Still you felt his muddy brown eyes boring right into your face. You kept waiting to get passed off to the next person but before you knew it the song was ending and Shawn dipped you.
People clapped and you stood straight to give him a little curtsy, “That was fun… bye,” you waved, turning to make your escape only to be stopped by his hand around your wrist.
“Can I ask for one more song?”
“Ah, well I don’t know how to dance to this one. I told you I only learned this morning.”
“Well I don’t mind teaching you. C’mere.”
He pulled you back and you were trying to think of a nice way to bow out of his over eager teachings. Honestly if he was just a regular asshole trying to cop a feel it would be easier to shrug him off. Unfortunately, he seemed earnest in his attempt to teach you this dance. What the hell, right? Dina dragged you here to dance, you might as well have fun. If things got too flirty you’d tell him you had a boyfriend and move on.
As fate would have it, when the current song ended a line dancing song started. It whisked you away from Shawn and suddenly Dina had her arm around your waist.
“Sorry I left you alone there,” she giggled, “Come on, you know this one.” She started the steps and you fell in line, looking at her when you were a little confused over what to do next. Before long your earlier plight was all but forgotten. You hooked arms with the man across from you and wound up in a whole new spot on the dancefloor. It was fun, lighthearted, and though the music wasn’t exactly your taste you couldn’t say that it was all bad.
Of course… then the next dance started and there was a new man smiling at you. This one was Sal. He had pretty brown skin, and floppy curls. A sweet guy who tripped over his words as he spoke to you and he had a very light Hispanic accent. You didn’t know enough to place the country but you could hear it in his “r’s” and his “d’s”. Then after Sal came a guy named John, and you were overwhelmed with getting swooped into the arms of one guy after another.
Jesse suddenly laughed out loud while Ellie was telling Joel, Tommy, and Maria about your interest. Ellie looked at him curiously wondering what was so funny. He needed time to recover before he could answer.
“Your girlfriend is popular,” he laughed, nodding towards the dance floor.
Your expression was frazzled as the song ended and one of the guys took your hand and tried to kiss it. You slid your hand out of his gaze and though they couldn’t hear what you were saying it was obvious you were trying to let him down easily. Two other guys were nearby, both obviously offering their hand for a dance. You looked so obviously embarrassed, and the song playing now was slow, obviously for couples.
Ellie felt a little glimmer of annoyance light up. She couldn’t look away for five minutes without somebody thinking they had a chance with you. The pitfalls of having a gorgeous girlfriend were very few, but this was trying her patience.
“Where’s Dina?” Ellie grumbled looking for the other woman while she set her glass down. She didn’t see the other woman easily.
“You better go save her,” Jesse chuckled, “Looks like they’re gonna fight for her hand pretty soon.”
“Too pretty for her own damn good,” she huffed, pushing off of the bar. Behind her Tommy, Maria, and Joel cheered, obviously teasing.
“Keep a cool head, Ellie, it’s all in good fun,” Maria called.
Ellie had to refrain from flipping her off. She wasn’t actually mad at Maria. It was just easy for her to tell her to be calm when it wasn’t her partner getting hit on. At least Ellie had the comfort of knowing that none of those guys stood a chance with you. You were just too nice to tell them all to fuck off.
You were working up to that point though. There was just a wall of testosterone around you. They were basically having a pissing match about who deserved the next dance when you hadn’t agreed to dance with any of them, and they were all talking over you.
“I’m actually pretty thirsty. I’m gonna go to the bar,” you said, only for Shawn to wrap his arm around your waist.
“I’ll get you something. What are you drinking?”
“No, it’s fine I can-” You began but somebody else grabbed you from behind, pulling you back against them firmly.
“Thanks for keeping my baby company, boys,” Ellie said right by your ear. Her hand was pressed against your lower stomach, an intimate hold that stoked a fire between your legs. She continued, “I got it from here though.”
You let out a breath of relief as Ellie led you away, turning you in her hold so that you could both walk towards a less congested part of the dancefloor. You turned in her arms and looped your arms around her neck.
“Thanks for the save,” you murmured, resting your head against her shoulder.
She chuckled, “Poor thing. It’s hard being the prettiest girl in the room, huh?”
“Apparently so,” you agreed incredulously, “I thought they were just being nice and before I knew it they’d congregated.”
She laughed harder this time, swaying with you to slow tune, “Didn’t think Dina would leave you alone to fend for yourself. I’m gonna have a talk with her.”
“Eh, I’m sure she got swept off just like I did.” You did lift your head to look for her. After a bit of searching you found her on the perimeter of the dance floor looking at the two of you. You smiled at her and she made a heart with her hands.
“She’s over there on the side. You can drop me off with her if you want. I know dancing isn’t your thing.”
“Hm, no this is nice,” she admitted, letting her hands slip lower on your hips before pulling you closer to her.
You lifted your head to look at her face. Ellie’s gaze was so soft on yours. There was a sweet smile lingering on her face. The soft lighting showed off the auburn in her hair and brought out those cinnamon sprinkled freckles all over her face. You held her face in your hands for a moment, just looking at how pretty your girlfriend was.
Ellie on her part was enjoying this few of you. You were glowing, utterly radiant as you smiled at her. With you, dancing like this wasn’t so bad. She didn’t mind the lazy circle the two of you spun in. The crooning song with no steady rhythm was good for disguising how bad she was at dancing. It let her just be in the moment with you. When she opened her mouth there was only one thing she could think to say.
“I love you.” The two of you said it nearly simultaneously. Your eyes widened as you both processed what happened before you erupted into giggles.
“I was gonna say it first!” Ellie complained as she laughed.
“It’s not fair. You asked me to be your girlfriend. I should have been the first one to say it. I think I had you by like a millisecond.”
“Bullshit,” she shook her head, “I started saying it first.”
You glanced down at her lips, thinking about how you’d kiss her if maybe you were in another place, or all by yourselves. You didn’t know if this was the kind of place to do that kind of thing. In the midst of your fretting, Ellie stole her kiss: a quick chaste peck.
“I love you,” she repeated.
“I love you too, Ellie,” you smiled leaning in to kiss her again, tentatively moving your lips against hers.
Cheering made you pull away from Ellie. You turned to see Dina, Jesse, Tommy, and Maria whooping from the sidelines. You hid your face against Ellie’s neck bashfully.
“God they’re embarrassing,” Ellie groaned, she noticed Joel still sitting at the bar and when he caught her eye he gave her a proud thumbs up and it was her turn to look away. Sure her family was embarrassing as all hell but… well they were supportive. And she was happier than she thought she’d be to have her family honestly like you.
Summary: You go with Ellie for your winter break and meet Joel.
Warnings/tags: Wholesome once more
Word Count: 5,062
You were nervous. Ellie kept telling you not to be nervous but shocker that wasn’t helpful. Why did you think this was a good idea? You would be coming out of a several hour long drive, going straight to meeting your girlfriend’s adoptive father. You wouldn’t have time to freshen up, look presentable, or just sit in a room alone for a spell.
“What kinda stuff does he like?” you asked Ellie when you were just an hour out from town.
Ellie sighed, “He already likes you, babe. You don’t have to study.”
“That was just over the phone. Seeing me in person is different. What if he doesn’t approve of me?”
“Well that would suck for him, because we’re locked in. We’ve got rings to prove it.”
“Oh my god, does he know about the promise rings? Is he gonna think we’re engaged?!”
“He knows about the promise rings. Relax. I can tell you exactly how it’s gonna go. We’re gonna walk in, he’s gonna say hello to you, then he’s gonna hug me. He’s gonna fuss at me about cutting my own hair again.”
You looked at her hair, she cut it shorter, you’d helped with the layers in the back, you thought it really suited her.
Ellie continued, “Then he’s gonna show you where the guest bedroom is, probably make a joke about not checking if you’re there or not. Then he’s gonna ask the usual questions, what’s your major, what are you doing after college, how’d you get wrapped up with his delinquent daughter, maybe don’t talk about everything you did to me at that party. He doesn’t need to know the gritty details.”
“Ellie!”
She laughed, “And then he’s gonna awkwardly excuse himself and leave us alone. Normal dad stuff.”
“I don’t know how dads work! There’s no fathers in my home! All I have is TV dads and they always ask their daughters’ partners if they can provide. I’m getting a silly degree, Ellie. I can’t guarantee I’m gonna make bank, and I can’t change a tire, or oil. I don’t know how to FISH!”
“Oh my god,” Ellie gasped, looking suddenly horrified, “What do you mean you don’t know how to fish? Christ, baby, I’m gonna have to turn around.” She teased and you hit her arm lightly.
“I want this to go well.”
“Okay let’s play your little gender game for a bit. Let’s say we were a traditional couple, boyfriend & girlfriend,” the smile on her lips told you she was extremely amused, “You’re obviously the girlfriend here.”
“We’re both girls.”
“Yeah, but you’re the girly girl. He’s gonna take one look at you and yell at me if I make you carry your luggage.”
“I can carry my own luggage.”
“Oh so you wanna put me on his bad side?” she glanced away from the road to look at you, “You’re cute as a button, honeybun. He already thinks you’re out of my league. He’s right of course, but let’s not make it obvious so soon.”
“Well he’s wrong about that. You’re insanely hot. I’ve got to beat the ladies off you with a stick.”
“Ooo yeah, why don’t you lead with telling him he’s wrong about something. He’ll love that.”
You just groaned, resigning yourself to your fate. You’d never been serious enough with anyone to meet their parents. Not only would you be meeting Joel, but you would be under his roof for three whole weeks. If he didn’t like you, you’d have to catch a flight to your hometown, and get to your own house during the holiday season no less. Those tickets were crazy expensive. This suddenly felt like a huge unnecessary gamble. You must have been strap-matized to think this was a good idea when you proposed.
Then you were pulling up the long drive to the big house on a bunch of land. You were a city girl through and through. This much land was insane to you. You wondered if they farmed, or if they just had all this space to do nothing.
Ellie glanced in your direction. You were chewing your bottom lip nervously. She patted her thigh reassuringly. The funniest part of all this was before she even got on the road Joel was asking her similar questions. He wanted to know what you liked, how he could make you feel more at home. It was kinda sweet how the two of you were so worried about meeting each other. Ellie was sure you’d both get along just fine. You had a calm disposition about you that sometimes reminded her of Joel, just a bit. You were much better at talking about your feelings, but she wasn’t beyond a little self reflection: Things with you were so easy because your general temperament was familiar to her.
“You ready?” She asked you.
You frowned, “So if he hates me, what’s our game plan?”
She took a deep breath, “You want the worst case scenario?”
You nodded.
“Well, I tell him to fuck off because you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. We’ll go stay at Dina’s for the break. But that won’t happen.”
“Oh right, Dina’s not too far from here is she?”
“Nope, just a couple of miles west. And Jesse a few more miles that way too.”
“Okay, that makes me feel better. I’m ready.”
“Alright, let’s do this.”
You got out of the car, and went around back to get your stuff. Ellie smacked your hands out of the way.
“I was serious about the luggage though. I’m carrying it.”
“I’ll take a smaller bag then.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. The two of you took the path to the porch. You noticed the old porch swing with a certain amount of delight. You’d always loved porch swings. The moment the two of you hit the porch, the front door was opening.
“He probably saw us pull up,” Ellie grumbled.
Joel opened the storm door with a grin, “Hey, you two. Oh, now why does Ellie have you carrying these bags,” he chided immediately, taking them from you, “Come on in.” When he turned his back Ellie gave you a look that read “I told you so” and you had to suppress your laughter.
Joel said your name as you entered his home, “I’m happy to have ya. You just make yourself right at home.”
“Thank you, Mr. Joel,” you said with a kind smile.
“My goodness, I’m not used to manners,” he chuckled, “Just Joel is fine.”
“Okay, well, Joel, you have a beautiful home.”
“Ah,” he waved you off the same way Ellie did when you complimented her, “My sister-in-law did most of the decorating. I just live here.”
“I’m still waiting on a hello,” Ellie said after a beat.
Joel scoffed, “You’re old news. I’m talking to my new best friend.” Despite his words he was going over to her. He tossed you a wink when he called you his new best friend, “You look like you’re filling out, Ells. You’re finally eating on campus?”
“Yeah well somebody’s always cooking at my place. I was bound to bulk up.”
“It’s happy weight,” you argued, “I think it looks good.”
Before you could fret about that being too flirtatious Joel agreed with you, “Yeah, I’ve been telling her she’s gotta eat more regularly. She’s got nothing to fall back on. Ya know if you get sick or something you need a little meat on your bones.”
“I don’t miss any meals these days,” she wagged her eyebrows at you and you gave her a mortified glare.
“I’m gonna pretend to have no idea what that means for both of our sakes. Any more bags in the car?”
“Yeah, your new best friend is a total diva.”
“I only have two bags.”
“Two big bags and your book bag.”
“Now don’t pick on your girlfriend,” Joel reprimanded, “Women take upkeep. You should know that.”
The two went outside leaving you in the house by yourself. You took the time to notice the pictures on the wall. Most of them were just Ellie and Joel. The two seemed close, which made you smile. Ellie’s round baby face was just too adorable. They had pictures in museums together, one where they were in the Smithsonian with the dinosaur exhibits. There were trophies inside of a curio cabinet. Most of them were Ellie’s. You read the plaques curiously: Archery, marksmanship, science fair, academic achievement. She had trophies for so many things. Nestled amongst the trophies was one that said “#1 Dad” and it was displayed with pride. You continued through the living room, stopping whenever something caught your eye.
Outside Joel was helping Ellie get the rest of their stuff from the car, “I thought you’d never find a nice girl.”
“Well she found me.”
“She approached you? Well I guess we all have our flaws,” he teased.
“Oh ha ha,” Ellie rolled her eyes, “She’s nervous as hell to meet you so be nice.”
“I’m always nice.”
Ellie gave him a disbelieving look, “Mmhm, my ex knew you hated her.”
“I can be nice,” he insisted, “That Catherine-”
“Cat.”
“Whatever. She was trouble from the very beginning. This one seems like she’s got a good head on her shoulders and you look happy.”
“I am.”
“So I can be nice,” he settled.
They found you in the front room admiring some of Joel’s finished woodworking projects. You were slow to turn around, as if you couldn’t bear to take your eyes from them. As you looked at them, you smiled, having been caught admiring the work.
“Mr- I mean Joel, did you make these?”
“Yep, it’s just a little thing I do to keep busy. No good at it-”
“No, they’re fantastic. Is this a little Ellie?” you giggled turning back to the shelf where there were little figurines. It looked more like her in build than in face sculpt. The face was simple, but something about the posture reminded you of her.
“See? Ells, I told you it looked like you,” he said triumphantly, “I started that one on a camping trip. We used to go out every summer.”
“I’ve never been camping,” you said, and the glimmer in your eyes alone let Ellie know what Joel was going to say next.
“Oh you ought to come out with us this summer then, if Ellie’s not too old to go with me.”
“I’d love to, but I’d probably just be dead weight. I’ve never really been in nature you know.”
“Nonsense. If you wanna come there’s a spot for you. I think Dina and Jesse might even tag along.”
“You guys are all outdoorsy huh? That’s cool.”
Ellie shook her head, “It’s country as all hell. There’s nothing to do out here but be outside.”
You shrugged, “I don’t think that’s a bad thing, necessarily.”
“Oh just you wait, you’ll be sick of it, by the end of break. Come on, let me show you around, so we can put your stuff in the guest room.”
“Okay.”
Joel had most of your bags and you felt so weird having your hands free, and you couldn’t hold Ellie’s hand for reassurance because her hands were full. Of course you’d seen Joel a couple of times on your calls to Ellie when she was home, but he was different than you expected. Taller, first and foremost, and still spry despite the obvious signs of age on him. His hair was graying, and he had age lines on his face but there was something sweet about the way his expression lit up when he talked to Ellie. You didn’t know much about him, yet, but you could tell he loved his daughter.
You traveled upstairs and you were shown to a room at the end of the hall by another set of stairs. The second set was smaller and narrower. You glanced at them curiously but followed the two inside of the guest bedroom. It was a pretty generic room. It looked like it was at least partially used for storage, there was an old easel in the corner, and some movies on a shelf. The novelty of DVDs struck you for a moment. It had been a while since you’d seen a dvd collection.
“Fresh linen on the bed. Ellie mentioned you like satin pillowcases for your hair so I got some of those for the pillows. If you need an extra blanket there’s some in a bin under the bed,” Joel explained in a sort of matter-of-fact manner. The cadence of his voice reminded you of Ellie when she did something for you.
“Oh that’s perfect,” you breathed. You brought your bonnet and headscarf but sometimes those things evaded you in the night. You truly were not expecting that level of care.
“It’s nothin’, I’ll do us all a favor and never check if you’re actually in here,” he laughed, “I’ll be downstairs. You girls be thinkin’ about what you want for dinner.”
“Sure thing,” Ellie agreed.
Joel made his hasty escape and it occurred to you that he really was nervous to meet you too, and maybe not a man who relished in a lot of time spent talking. You looked after him as he walked out, still a bit curious about other mannerisms Ellie might have picked up from him.
“Wanna see my room?” Ellie questioned.
“Of course I do.”
Ellie led the way out of the guest room and towards the narrow stairway you noticed before. She opened the door at the top of the stairs to the attic. Except the attic was well decorated and cozy looking. It was Ellie’s room. It looked a good bit like her room at college but this one was obviously more lived in. She had more art hanging up and a full corner dedicated to her art. The exposed beams and wood floors were just so cozy looking.Ellie dropped her bags and grabbed your hand. It felt like she’d been dying to hold hands just like you were. She led you over to her bed and pulled you down on it as laid across it.
“Your room is so cute,” you complimented.
“Thank you,” she murmured, tugging you closer to her. She put your arm over her side so that you could hold her. With your arm around her, She trailed her fingertips along your cheekbone, just studying your features. Ellie always made you feel so pretty when she looked at you. It was just the wonder in her eyes that did it.
“Joel likes you.”
“He’s barely met me,” you chuckled.
“Yeah, I know, but I kinda get it. I liked you after one conversation too.”
You rolled your eyes, “You think you’re sooo smooth,” you laughed.
“You like it,”
“I do.”
“C’mere,” she muttered, and despite her demand she was the one who got closer. You were pretty sure you spent more than half of your time with Ellie kissing her. Sometimes words just weren’t enough to describe the affection you felt for her inside your body. It was always overflowing, spilling out of your pores. If you were honest, kissing was better than just telling her that you cared about her, that you felt so utterly powerless to your desire for her, and that she could reach inside your chest and take your heart because it was hers and it was in better hands than it had ever been if she was the one holding it. That kind of stuff was ridiculous, too intense to be said to anyone. So kissing was better. You hoped that kissing translated at least a portion of your affection for her.
Ellie pulled back to look at you again, that adoring yet speculative expression, “I need to draw more of you.”
“You draw me?” you asked, blinking in surprise.
She blushed, her cheeks going rosy with embarrassment, “Only sometimes. It’s just… sometimes all I can think about is your face and it helps me get it out.”
“Can I see?”
“They’re just sketches,” she explained hastily, “Nothing fully fleshed out. I’m never looking at you when I’m drawing so I get things wrong.”
“You’re not ready to show me?” you asked with a small indulgent smile.
She shook her head, “They’re not good.”
“Well, I’ll model for you anytime. I always knew I was meant to be a beautiful artist’s muse,” you teased, not wanting her to feel pressure to show you anything quickly. It was sweet enough that she thought you were a subject worthy of drawing.
“I’d call you full of yourself, but if I were this pretty I would be too,” she chuckled.
“You are this pretty. Ellie, you’re fucking beautiful, like stupid beautiful. If I could draw I think I would have devoted whole sketchbooks to you.”
She just flushed a darker shade of red, “Shut up,” she mumbled, “Come on let me show you around.”
Ellie sat up then, obviously uncomfortable with getting such compliments. You’d pivot a lot of your habits for Ellie but telling her she was undeniably gorgeous just wasn’t one you could compromise. It was the truth, and you had a million pictures in your camera roll to prove it. No one had a hotter girlfriend than you did. That was your bragging right. Still you let her show you around her room. She gave you the stories behind various drawings that were hanging on the walls, and a few of the knickknacks in her room. You noticed her extensive coming collection with glee.
“Oh you nerd,” you laughed as you came across them.
“Shut up,” she laughed too, because she was never going to beat the mega-nerd allegations, “It’s a really good story.”
“I’m sure. That’s what all the nerds say,” you nodded along, easing yourself down on the plush rug to go through them.
“I’m making you read them while you’re here, because they’re good. Even Joel likes ‘em.”
“I’ll read your little nerd books.”
“Oh my god,” she threw her head back in exhaustion, and you slid the box of comics back in its place, You noticed a record player in the other corner of the room. There was a crate of records, more than you had. You only collected your favorite no-skip albums. It was an honor for an album to make it in your vinyl collection. Ellie seemed to collect vinyl in general, which was equally admirable and interesting. It made you wonder why she picked up certain albums.
“Right, I wanted to show you this, we’ve got a lot of overlap,” she said, sitting down beside her collection to rifle through the albums. You joined her, but you were admittedly only looking at her hand and the way the tendons in them moved just beneath her skin. Ellie had a few naturally prominent veins in her hands and you were unabashedly thinking about her putting her hands around your throat when she pulled one of your favorite albums.
“I am gonna say it is incredibly basic for you to be a lesbian who likes Hozier.”
“Alright,” you complained, “I like Hozier because I like blues, folk, r&b, and social justice. Okay? Not because he’s some fairy bog man or whatever. And you have his album too. So what does that say about you.”
“That I’m gay, honeybun,” she teased, leaning in to steal a kiss before she went back to searching. She set a couple of records down and you picked them up looking at the album art and the song list. Some of the bands were familiar, most of them weren’t. In the end she had you pick one to put on.
“We’re expanding your horizons,” she said with a little grin. Ellie’s room was so… her you could imagine her growing up here. It was reflected in all the tiny details, like the little bits of art etched into the exposed wood, her band posters that all seemed to feature women because of course they did. The little sentimental items sitting on shelves: friendship bracelets she couldn’t fit, origami, tiny action figures. It was adorable.
She stood and held her hand out for you to pull you up. You accepted her help, getting up with a groan. Instead of letting you go once you were up, she pulled you closer, before placing your hand on her shoulder, and hers on your waist. Your heart warmed as you realized she wanted to dance with you. The soft crooning voice coming out of the speakers was the perfect soundtrack for a dance. You brought your other arm up to cross your wrists behind her head. You let her lead your slow sway. Just like that all your worries about winter break were gone.
The two of you went downstairs after a bit, Ellie wanted to show you Joel’s guitar collection. She led you downstairs with your hand in hers, and when she eventually found the man in the living room she made no move to drop your hand.
“I’m gonna show her your guitars,” she announced.
“You play?” Joel asked.
You put up your fingers pinching them close together, “Just a little. Ellie’s better than me.”
“She plays beautifully, and I’ve been teaching her how to play barre chords.”
“Yep,” Joel nodded, “they’re a real pain. You’ll get it though. We’ll have to get you to play somethin’.”
“Please, I’d just embarrass myself.”
“She’s being humble,” Ellie argued, “She has the voice of an angel.”
“She’s overselling it because she’s biased. Please, Joel, I’m awful.”
An amused little smile took over his face, “I don’t know, that’s high praise coming from Ellie. She stepped all over my dreams of becoming a country singer.”
Ellie’s jaw dropped, “I had no way of knowing you were serious. I thought it was a joke.”
“Listen to her, my dream career is a joke to her.”
“Stop twisting my words, old man!”
You laughed at their exchange. Joel got up with a typical old man groan, “Come on let’s show her the collection.”
Ellie and Joel had a way of bickering with each other that made it immediately easier to be around Joel. Try as he may, he couldn't be as stern with her as he tried. Every jab they threw at each other eventually got a chuckle out of both parties. He did have an impressive collection of guitars.
“I just pick ‘em up at garage sales, thrift stores, places like that. Most of ‘em need fixin’ so I bring 'em home, fix ' em up and add 'em to the collection.” he explained as the three of you stopped in the middle of the room.
“You ever sell any of them?” you asked curiously.
“Sometimes,” he nodded, “Gibsons are easy to come by, so when someone wants one that’s my go-to. But I’ve done a couple of pet projects for people.”
“That is so cool,” you breathed.
Joel put his hands on his hips and slid a self satisfied smile in Ellie’s direction, “Hear that? Your girlfriend thinks I’m cool.”
Ellie scoffed, “She’s being nice.”
“It is cool,” you insisted.
“Mmhm, I wanna hear you play this one,” she demanded pointing towards a dark wood guitar off of its mounted holder. You looked at Joel before taking it from her. He nodded in encouragement.
“It’s a dreadnought,” Ellie explained, “You’ve got an OM, and I always feel like it’s fighting against your voice. I think this one would suit you.” She pointed you towards a stool in the room. You held onto the instrument carefully as you hopped up on the stool.
“I feel like a show pony,” you grumbled to Ellie.
“Well you’d get the blue ribbon every time, babe,” she laughed, “just one song. I want to hear you play Fast Car.”
“Okay,” you sighed heavily because you’d do anything for this girl and you were starting to believe that she knew it.
You put your fingers to the strings, and gave a test strum, only to be taken aback by how full the sound of the guitar was. It was nothing like yours, which picked out the higher notes. This one let the high notes die out and the bass notes rang true. You played the first verse and chorus for them, careful to keep your eyes on the strings so you wouldn’t mess up. The chorus is where the sound of the guitar was truly astounding. She was right, having the support of the lower notes complimented your voice better.
When you were done they clapped and you tried not to wither away from embarrassment, “It sounds beautiful, Joel. I get why it’s in the collection.”
“You’re too humble, you know that?” he admonished.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Ellie agreed, “She’s great at so many things and none of it is a big deal to her.”
“You are a better player than me,” you protested.
“Because I had a teacher. She taught herself, Joel.”
“You taught yourself?” Joel asked, “Now that’s pretty damn impressive.”
You covered your face because they both insisted upon complimenting your mediocre playing. You were sure if either of them picked up a guitar they would put you to shame. They were intent on complimenting you now so all you could do was bear it.
Sure it was just Ellie and Joel (and now you) in a pretty big house, but it never felt like too much house for them. You sat by, watching them cook dinner in the evening, and bicker over what movie to watch with dinner before they let you pick something. Joel took up a recliner that seemed to be his favorite and you and Ellie sat together on the sofa. It was all so… normal. You were included without being treated like an esteemed guest (or outsider) within their home rituals.
Joel turned in first with a heavy sigh, “Alright, I’m old and it's my bedtime. Don’t burn the house down while I’m sleeping.”
“We’ll wait until you wake up,” Ellie assured.
“That’s all I ask,” he muttered, sarcastically.
It was another hour or so before you started getting sleepy. You were resting against Ellie’s side with her arm over your shoulder. She noticed you dozing off and rubbed your arm lightly.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“Mmkay.” She held your hand while she shut down the T.V. and turned off the downstairs lights. She climbed the stairs to the second floor where the guest bedroom was, but when you turned to go to the bedroom she held your hand tighter.
“I can’t sleep without you,” she said and pouted at you. She definitely knew you had trouble denying her anything she wanted.
“On the first night?” you asked incredulously, “Joel’s gonna think I’m some kind of floozy.”
She snorted, “A floozy, for sleeping with your girlfriend?”
“In his house!”
“We’re just sleeping you little pervert, and he told you himself he’s not gonna check if you’re there. He knows.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Well what’s he got to be worried about?” Ellie asked, “‘fraid I’m gonna get you pregnant?”
“Shut up,” you groaned.
She laughed, “I’ll let you shower first, and then come right up to my room. I will come get you if I have to.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you saluted, turning for the guest room so you could gather your things. Ellie showed you to the bathroom, one that appeared to be decorated to Ellie’s tastes. It was probably her bathroom now that you thought about it. Joel would have very little reason to use it.
You contemplated crawling into the guest bed… but sleeping next to Ellie was one of your life’s simple pleasures. When you climbed the stairs to her room, she had on a couple of her lamps and the string lights over her bed. Her bed was in a little nook in the wall, and it looked so cozy. She was sitting at her desk, pencil in hand. You couldn’t tell if she was drawing or writing.
“I’m all done.”
“Cool, I’m gonna clean up too… er make yourself at home,” she said, grabbing her things to shower and going down the stairs. You sat on her bed and looked up noticing the cheesy plastic glow-in-the-dark stars she had above her bed. Again you tried to imagine little Ellie in this room. This bed was a fair amount too big for the alcove it was in, so more than half of it stuck out. You had to imagine that in the beginning there was a twin size bed, and as she got older she got a bigger, queen size to go in here. At 13 though, this was probably a super rad bedroom. It was awesome now. She must have been so excited for her own space. You looked at the pictures pinned to a corkboard at the head of her bed. You found pictures of little Ellie by herself and with her friends. You wished you’d known her sooner. Not in a sad way, but because you loved her so much and you would have liked more time to love her before now.
There was that word again. You’d thought it so casually this time it almost scared you. It was too soon for that. It was too soon to start tossing around big words like love, but obviously it wasn’t too soon to feel it. Was it ever too soon to feel it? Who could tell the heart when to feel?
Ellie came back and she was towel drying her hair, wearing nothing but her usual boxer briefs and a tiny tank top. She tossed her towel towards her laundry basket before she climbed into bed with you. You let her maneuver you how she wanted. You spooned, and she held your hand while she held you.
“Today wasn’t so bad huh?” she muttered.
“No, it wasn’t. I guess you were right, I had nothing to worry about.”
“Hm, I’m always right.”
“We both know that’s not true. Why couldn’t you just take the win I gave you?”
She giggled and kissed the back of your neck. You felt safe and warm in Ellie’s arms, making it easy to start dozing off even though you usually had trouble going to sleep in new places.
I am not sure how I’m going to end Honeybun. I wanted to cap it at 10 but the series is just so slice of life it could go on forever. I’m working on ch. 10 now and I don’t know how I’m gonna wrap it up.
AND I have a finished Abby series I wanna post which is the polar opposite of Honeybun. It’s 4 chapters of juicy smutty drama ready to be read. Granted part of me wants to take that series right to ao3 bc I get more readers there.
I don’t understand tumblr’s tagging system anymore. My work doesn’t even show up in the tag and that’s aggravating. But I like making the little collages for chapters 😔
Summary: Filler chapter of these two being cute and getting closer in their relationship
Warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW 18+ ONLY, fingering (r! receiving), cunnilingus (r! receiving), a little overstim, lots of dirty talk, Strapping (r! receiving), major top energy from Elli, squirting🫣
Word Count: 6,142
Fall break rolled around and it was the longest you’d been without seeing Ellie. The two of you talked on the phone throughout the break. She, Dina, and Jessie all lived in the same town, so they were all together for the break. You tried to quell your jealousy but you didn’t think you did a good job. It would have been nice to be where they were.
“Who are you talking to smiling like that?!” a male voice called while you and Ellie were face timing. The southern drawl made you laugh, sometimes that drawl was evident in Ellie’s voice too. It was funny to hear where she got it from.
“Stop being nosy, Joel!” she complained.
“Is it Jesse? Why’re y’all on the phone when he’s just down the damn street?”
“It is not Jesse. I’m talking to my girlfriend!” She groaned, obviously embarrassed. It only made you laugh harder.
“Oooh, well, hey Ellie’s girlfriend,” he greeted.
“Hello, sir. Nice to meet you.”
“Well she sounds like a nice young lady,” he mused, and then continued in a quieter tone, “Better than that Cathy girl.”
“Her name is Cat, Joel.”
He made a dismissive sound, “Ellie, hasn’t introduced us, on account of her being rude. I’m Joel,” he said suddenly behind Ellie. The grin on his face told you he was purposefully annoying Ellie.
You told him your name.
“Aw, now that’s a pretty name. Ellie, how’d you get a girl so out of your league? Did you do the hat thing like I told you?”
“Oh my god! Get out!” she yelled, setting her phone down to push him out of her room.
“No wait, what's the hat thing, Mr. Joel?!”
“Well you see,” he began easily defending against Ellie trying to push him away, “When a cowboy gives his hat to a lady and she wears it that means they go together.”
“She did do the hat thing!” you gasped, “Babe!”
“Please, do not encourage him.”
“He’s a genius, it totally worked. The hat is the only reason I agreed to be your girlfriend.”
“See?” Joel said and she finally shoved him out.
“You’re so annoying!” She complained and was rewarded with Joel’s laughter in return. She came back and pouted at you.
“What’s with the face, Ellie?”
“You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I had to make a good first impression. What if your dad didn’t approve of me?”
“You’re such a traitor. I haven’t even met your mom and you’re trying to score brownie points with Joel.”
You scoffed, “Do you wanna meet my mom?”
“It’s no pressure,” she back pedaled, “I mean if it’s not cool for you to be open-”
“Ellie, my mom knows I’m gay and she knows about you.”
Her smile widened, “You’ve told your mom about me?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “I can take this call downstairs so you can say hi. She’s watching her true crime shows.”
“Sure if you want.”
Ellie missed you like crazy. The calls were fine but she wanted to be wrapped up in you. She wanted to kiss you, and hold you, and smell the sweet scent of your perfume. When you first got home the two of you called each other to give each other a virtual tour of your bedroom. You were super impressed with her attic bedroom, but she liked your cozy little room at your mom’s place. You had stuffed animals on your bed, art on your wall that you’d collected from conventions and things like that. A blanket you crocheted yourself on the bed, and a huge bookcase that took up one of the walls. It was a small room but it was so adorable. You both had fairy lights strung up and sometimes during a call she could almost pretend that you were right beside her with the similar lighting.
“Ma!” you called as you walked into the living room, “My girlfriend wants to say hi to you.”
“Right, your very real girlfriend. If you show me that phone and it’s a damn meme I’m poppin you on the forehead.”
“I really wish it was a meme so my girlfriend didn’t have to hear you threaten me with bodily harm,” you complained, your mother leaned over to look at the phone.
“Oh! There really is someone on there,” she said.
Ellie snorted, unable to contain her laughter any longer, “Hi,” she waved.
“Is this a video?” Your mom looked up at you to ask.
“Mother, it is a video call. Why are you acting like you don’t know how technology works?”
“Oh! You’re on a call right now?”
“Yes,”you sighed, “This is my very real girlfriend, Ellie.”
“Hello, Ellie!” she said way louder than necessary, “You can call me Miss Viv. I’m sorry I didn’t think you were a real person.”
“She thinks I’m delusional,” you explained.
“You had an imaginary friend for a very long time, beloved,” your mother said and your jaw dropped.
“It was not a long time,” you argued.
“You were in the 4th grade pretending to have friends.”
“Why are you showing out like this in front of my girlfriend?” you complained. All you could hear on Ellie’s end was laughter.
“I’m sure she knows you ain’t wrapped tight.”
“I’m leaving. I did not come down here to be bullied. I was trying to share someone important with you,” you said dramatically.
Your mother rolled her eyes, “It was nice meeting you, Ellie.”
“Same, Miss Viv!” Ellie called out as you walked away.
“See?” you said on the stairs, “My mom is just as embarrassing.”
“I heard that!” she called from the living room.
“Good!”
“You look a lot like your mom,” Ellie said.
You scrunched your nose a little, “Really?” You didn’t always see the resemblance, but every now and again people said it.
“Mmhm, it’s kinda cool. I don’t really know if I look anything like my mom… or I guess either of my parents. I have a picture of my mom but I still can’t really tell.”
“Hm, Joel adopted you right?”
“Yeah when I was 13. I was a foster kid first, and then he adopted me, kept me out of the system, out of trouble… well mostly out of trouble.”
“Do you just not know your birth parents?”
“My mom died shortly after having me and I don’t know anything about my biological father.”
“Ah, that must be hard.”
Ellie made a sound to the contrary, “I don’t really know what I’m missin’. I guess I lucked up with Joel. He and his late wife were my foster parents. Tess, she uh grew up in the system and wanted to help out. Joel was a little hesitant about it at first. I didn’t think we’d ever get along.”
You settled back into your bedroom, listening intently to Ellie, “What changed?”
“Tess got sick. And she made us all take a road trip so we could make as many memories as possible before she… ya know,” she took a deep breath, “I got to know the old man a little better and he wasn’t so bad. We were supposed to go from coast to coast, we started in Boston, but we eventually had to stop so Tess could go on bed rest.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m alright,” she assured you, “it’s been a while.”
“Did you two ever finish the trip?”
“Yeah, we did, and then we settled in Jackson so I could finish out high school.”
“That’s where you met Jesse and Dina.”
“Mmhm. Joel’s brother lives up here. I think he wanted to be with family after Tess.”
“Hm, but it had to be hard, moving like that right before high school.”
“Oh it was, but Dina was my welcoming committee so…”
“Good, you weren’t alone for long,” you smiled thinking of your exuberant roommate and the way she’d basically adopted you the very moment you moved in.
Ellie smiled at your phrasing, “No I wasn’t. She and Jesse are persistent when they spot a new friend.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda scary if you think about it for too long, but I’m glad they befriended you.”
“And I’m glad they befriended you.”
“I guess we owe them, huh.”
“Let’s keep that to ourselves. I can’t live with Jesse being any more smug than he is. He told me a year ago to ask for your number. But I was too nervous.”
“You were nervous?”
“Yeah,” she answered bashfully, “Have you seen you? I didn’t think you would be into me.”
“I guess everything happened when it was supposed to… but for the record, Jesse kept telling me to make a move too.”
“He always knows. He’s like a weird lesbian magnet. Every other girl he talks to winds up being gay. And I think like 50% of the crushes he’s ever had have been on gay girls. I don’t know how he does it.”
“I think gay women just think he’s neat,” you laughed, “he’s really kind, and he doesn’t really want anything in return but friendship, even when he had a crush on me. When I told him I wasn’t interested he didn’t make a big deal out of it. We were still friends, ya know?”
“You’re probably right. Again, we can’t tell Jesse any of this. He’s already too full of himself as it is.”
“Oh for sure.”
The two of you lounged on the phone for a few more hours, until you had to go. It made you count down the days until you were back on campus again. It was hard to be away from her for so long. Sure it was only a week but you and Ellie saw each other every other day on campus. Going so long without a kiss, or a hug from your girlfriend was brutal. To make matters worse, you were the last of your friends to make it back after the break. Weather made the drive back longer than usual. You thought for sure you’d walk into the dorm and find it empty or Dina in bed. Instead you found all of your friends and Ellie, all lounging in your dorm living room waiting for you. When you opened the door you could hear them talking.
“Wow it’s a party in here,” you remarked walking in with your bags. You couldn’t look up yet, worried about getting your things clear of the heavy door as it swung closed. You made it three steps inside before Ellie was right in front of you. She took your face in her hands and pressed her lips to yours.
“Ugh! Get a room!” Jesse complained and Dina joined in with him.
Ellie pulled away and flipped them off, “I had to see you two sucking face all break,” she complained, “I’m happy to have my honeybun back.” She tossed a sly smile your way knowing your exhaustion with the name. She took your bags from you and led the way to the bedroom of the suite.
Once inside of the room, you got a hold of her shirt and pulled her in to kiss her again. You could feel her smile against your lips. She dropped your bags and wrapped her arms around you, eager to feel your lips against hers and the warmth of your body as she hugged you.
“It was a long week without you,” you muttered, only pulling back the tiniest bit to speak. Your noses were still touching.
“Tell me about it. We’ve got to figure something out for winter break. I can’t go that long without you.”
“I’ll be free,” you answered eagerly, “my mom’s actually going on a cruise with some of her friends. So I was just gonna be at home… all alone.”
Her eyes widened, “You could come to Jackson!” she said eagerly. Her hands rested on your hips as the two of you spoke and she gave you a little squeeze when she got excited.
“If you want,” you said softly.
“Of course I want you to come home with me.”
“Then I will. But you should probably clear it with Joel first.”
She rolled her eyes, waving it off, “He won’t care. I can hear him now, ‘The more the merrier’” she dropped her voice and drawled her words to imitate him.
“We’ll start planning then-”
“Hey! Don’t start boning in there you two! Ellie, you’re holding up the game!” Dina called.
The second half of the semester meant that you had to work harder than before. Your grades were good, but gearing up for finals was a big deal. If you had time to worry that Ellie would be a distraction, you would have been sorely mistaken. As an astrophysics major she was busier than you were. You went days without seeing from her, but you could count on getting at least one meme a day as confirmation of life.
Your phone buzzed while you were out and about and you saw Ellie’s name on your notifications. You opened the message to read her text.
-Miss u
-miss u too. What are you doing?
-losing my mind in the science building basement.
-hot. Have you eaten?
-... I had breakfast
You rolled your eyes. Ellie forgot to eat all the time. She’d be sitting there complaining about her stomach and head hurting, feeling faint and tired only to tell you that she hadn’t had anything to eat when it was already time for dinner. You stopped by the campus cafe and got her usual order from the bagel place there. Starbucks was on the way, so she got a java chip frap too. The science building was always a novelty to you. It was so modern and streamlined. The lounge area were cool to look at and comfortable to relax in. The building was, notably, not falling apart. Even going down to the basement wasn’t as harrowing as going to the lower levels of the humanities buildings.
You walked past a glass walled room and had to take several steps back because you hardly recognized your girlfriend. She was in the coziest looking sweater you’d ever seen. She had the sleeves pushed back and her arms crossed in front of her chest looking at the person in the study bubble with her. You looked at the other person and almost immediately recognized her as the blond from that very first party. Maybe she just had a homework question… but the way she was perched on the table next to Ellie was excessive. You knocked on the glass. Ellie jumped and turned to look at you. Her startled expression melted into a smile that warmed the very slight chill that had touched your heart at the sight of that other girl.
You opened the door, “I come bearing gifts.”
Ellie gasped, “Is that a double bacon egg and cheese bagel?”
“You know it is,” you set the bag down and then her coffee, “And something to give you a little boost.”
“Oh, you’re so good to me. What did I do to deserve you?”
“I won’t hang around if I’m interrupting,” you said, glancing up at the third person in the room.
“No, you’re not interrupting,” Ellie answered casually, “this is Clover, she’s my lab partner.”
“Hey,” you waved at her and introduced yourself.
She gave you a strained smile before looking at Ellie again, “Thanks so much for all your help, Ellie. You really saved my ass.”
“No prob,” Ellie answered, too busy getting the foil off of her bagel to acknowledge her further. Clover stood up and left but not before throwing another hard look your way. You simply smiled back, because you’d be damned if she saw you sweat.
You scoffed, “Thank you soooo much, Ellie,” you mocked.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Ellie said before taking a bite, “I’m not a big fan of blonds.”
“So you know she’s into you.”
Ellie nodded solemnly, “It has been one helluva semester.”
“You’re too hot for your own good, Ells.”
“Eh,” she said around a bit of food, “I think she just wants free weed.”
You chuckled at that looking around the study bubble, “Man, I should start studying in the science buildings. This is niiiice. And my tuition is paying for it anyway.”
“You could study right here, right now.”
“I guess I could, but I don’t want to be a distraction. I know you’re busy.”
“We’ll both be studying. And I’m on a lunch break,” she held up her bagel. She was just the cutest. You couldn’t even properly have a moment of jealousy because Ellie was so goddamn earnest. You kissed her forehead before taking the seat beside her.
You got a respectable amount of work done before you could tell you were becoming a distraction for Ellie. It started with her tugging the ends of your mini twists to watch them spring back up, and then with looking away from her work just to look at you. At the first, “You’re so pretty, baby,” you started wrapping up your work because she wasn’t going to last much longer. It proved correct when 15 minutes later she was feeling up your thighs.
“Ya know, we studied longer than I thought we would,” you said on a resigned sigh.
“I finished my work,” she defended, “And you did like 17 assignments.”
“Mmhm, let’s get outta here. I think Dina said she and Jesse were seeing a movie in a bit anyway.”
“Well we gotta take advantage of the empty apartment,” she insisted as she stood up, hastily sliding her materials from the table into her open backpack.
Ellie was borderline insatiable when it came to you. You loved it. Ellie was usually studying for longer than you needed to anyway. Acclimating yourself to her schedule was really doing wonders for grades. So leaving the science building wasn’t that big of a deal. She drove to campus unlike you, so you got in her car and enjoyed those five minutes of sweet anticipation before you were at her place. Ellie’s free hand stayed plastered to your thigh, squeezing it impatiently when she had to stop for a red light. When you arrived she was all but dragging you into the apartment. It was empty, just like you suspected and Ellie wasted no time getting you to the bedroom.
You couldn’t help laughing as she kissed your neck. She was pressed up close behind you as she closed and locked the door. She was playfully feeling you up as she led you to the bed.
“Ugh when was the last time I ate you out, babe?” she groaned as you turned around and she pushed you down on the bed.
“Literally yesterday, Ellie. You’re gonna give yourself lockjaw at this rate.”
“Fucking worth it.” She started lifting your shirt, pressing sweet kisses to your tummy. You let her pull your shirt over your head. Ellie was all mouth with you, tracing over your skin with her tongue, testing its softness with her teeth, relishing in your smooth skin with her lips. It wasn’t long at all before she’d dragged down your underwear and she was lazily eating your pussy. Her eyes were closed, face relaxed, tongue tracing little shapes on your clit. This wasn’t just to get you off. Ellie liked being between your legs. It was obvious by the leisurely pace she took letting you squirm against her mouth. Her hands were interlaced with yours, adding even more intimacy to her leisurely pace. Ellie ate pussy like it was her life’s purpose, like it was a hobby turned career, a passion project. Your orgasm took some time to build up but once it did, you were sobbing her name just like always.
She loved that sound. The sound of you falling apart for her was worth a million days with a stiff tired jaw. Feeling your sex pulse against her mouth, and the taste of you melting on her tongue, it was her favorite way to unwind after a long day doing literal rocket science. It was simple, tactile, and oh so rewarding. She pulled back to look at your glistening sex.
“Fuck, can I get the strap?” she asked, a desperate look on her face as she kept staring at your pussy.
“Ooo, you’re trying to kill me,” you whined. You and Ellie had only used your mouths and fingers to pleasure one another. The prospect of adding a toy thrilled you.
“I’m gonna be so good to you, baby,” she was rubbing your sides lovingly, waiting for your answer.
“Yes Ellie, whatever you want.”
“Yeah?” she grinned, her smile was a little arrogant but you loved it, “I want you to tell me you want it.”
“Oh I want it.”
“You want my cock?”
“Blech, I hate that word.”
She giggled at your distaste as she got up. You watched her go to her drawer and rummage a bit before she found her harness and then she pulled a box from the drawer and set it on top of the dresser.
“Got a lot of options in there?” you teased.
“No, it’s just new and I put it back in here after cleaning it.”
“Aw, you got a new strap for me.”
“Shut up, don’t make it weird,” she grumbled at you.
“I’m actually really touched right now,” You continued and even though there was still a bit of humor in your voice, you weren’t lying. You were extremely touched that you weren’t getting the same strap all of the other girls got. In a silly sort of way it made you feel special. Ellie brushed off your teasing sentiments.
As long as you lived, the process of getting in the strap-on was a little funny to you. You bit your lip to keep the giggles in, especially as Ellie turned around and affixed the toy in its place. It was just funny even as the smallest stirrings of heat picked up between your legs. Ellie crawled on the bed towards you, which only made the view even harder not to laugh at.
“What are you smiling about?” She demanded, spreading your legs so she could fit between them.
“Nothing,” you sighed, knowing you were being silly.
Your smile was infectious, Ellie couldn’t help the way her expression mirrored yours, even as she went to capture your lips in a kiss. Amusement lingered in the back of her mind. She had an inkling what you were laughing at. She found the sight of a silicone dick between her hips to be amusing too, but she’d always refrained from joking about it because girls usually wanted her to be serious in these moments. She was supposed to be domineering. Then, of course she went to move closer to you, and she just so happened to move in a way that the toy, which was caught on your thigh for a time, sprang free and bobbed like one of those door stopper things.
You snorted and lost your battle with laughter as you felt the movement more than you started. Ellie pulled back to look at you, and you partially covered your face as you tried to get your giggles under control.
“I’m sorry, I’m just goofy,” you laughed, “I’m not laughing at you.”
Ellie raised an eyebrow at you as she sat back on her knees, purple toy standing proud between her hips. Before you could start pleading your case, she put a finger on the head and pulled it to one side before letting it go and making the toy snap back into position.
“Boing,” she said, which coaxed giggles out of the both of you.
The sight of your smile alone made her want to fuck you into oblivion, but being able to laugh like this in the middle of something intimate? She wanted to keep you forever. She wanted to demand to know where you’d been all her life. Where were you when she was putting on serious facades to hide her nerves when it would have been so much more reassuring to just laugh. She ducked down, with laughter still bubbling in her chest to kiss your neck.
“God, you’re perfect,” she groaned.
“I’m glad you think so, baby,” you muttered, turning your head to capture her lips. Just like always, with just a touch of her lips you were back raring to go even as errant giggles slipped from the two of you. Pretty soon there was nothing funny about the head of that toy, prodding you, teasing you while she kept kissing you. You knew from experience if you didn’t say anything Ellie would just melt into your embrace, content to kiss all night long.
“Are you gonna fuck me with that thing or did you just put it on to be cute?” you asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed, sitting up to grab the lube she’d abandoned while kissing you. She was up on her knees above you again. She put a bit of lube on her hand, and spread it down the length of the toy. Then she tossed you a wink before rubbing through your folds, teasing your clit with her slick fingers.
“Come on,” you whined at her.
“You’re so impatient,” she clicked her tongue, moving to line the head of the toy up with your entrance. She was pushing in and you gasped at the stretch. It had been a little while since you took anything thicker than about three of Ellie’s fingers. You hadn’t even used any of your own toys because you were simply always with Ellie, and she was more than happy to fool around every night.
Ellie’s eyes were glued between your legs, watching her toy split you open. You whined softly, grabbing on to the sheets as you breathed through the stretch. She pressed forward slowly, there wasn’t much resistance given you were already aroused but she knew you’d need some time to adjust.
“Fuck, look at you,” she praised.
“Ellie,” you whined in response.
“Mmhm, this what you wanted?” she asked, lips pulling up in a cocky smirk, “You were soooo impatient now look at you, struggling to take it.”
“I can take it,” you insisted, rolling your hips toward her.
She raised an eyebrow, “Yeah? You can take it?” She was about half way in so she started rolling her hips in shallow thrusts. The toy had an upward curve, so without even being fully sheathed inside of you she was hitting your spot.
Ellie was a thing of beauty above you, her half-lidded gaze was low on your body, watching as she fucked you with expert strokes that were making it hard to be still. She was so hot. It was killing you. She was killing you. Each time she pushed back into you, you could feel the toy getting deeper and deeper while your body responded to it, pushing out more wetness. Eventually the sound of her fucking you was so wet and nasty, that alone made you moan.
There were just a few inches of the toy left for you to take so Ellie pulled out, wrapped her arms around your waist and pushed all the way in as she laid her body over yours, capturing your lips in a kiss while she hit the end of you, grinding up against you. You whined against her lips, hands flying to her back to press your fingertips into her. You wrapped your legs around her too, like you wanted to keep her trapped just like that forever. Ellie wasn’t going to complain.
She gave you room to breathe and all you could do was murmur, “Feels so good, Ells. Fuck me, god please fuck me.” And she could never deny you anything you asked for, not when you asked so nicely. She rolled her hips into yours, watching your eyes cross for a moment before you closed them and your jaw go slack. She wanted to see you fall apart.
Ellie started off slowly and it felt amazing. You felt like your insides were melting and pouring out from between your legs. It was fantastic, she was fantastic. She had this way of moving her hips that made the toy hit your spot and the hard leather of the harness rub against your clit just right.
“Fuck yes,” you breathed, “Harder, please baby.”
“Yeah? You want it rough?” she asked. When you didn’t answer immediately she took your jaw in her hand, demanding that you looked at her without having to say it. You opened your eyes to meet her gaze.
“Fuck me harder please, Ells,” you said, because it was obvious that’s what she wanted to hear. She kept her hand on your face, and used the other one to grab the headboard for leverage, and maybe to keep it from hitting the wall as she pulled out of you slowly, only to snap her hips into yours viciously, knocking a positively wounded sound out of you. You were grateful no one was in the apartment but you and Ellie right now because you knew you were being too loud. There was a glint of something dangerous in Ellie’s eyes. Her pupils were already blown wide with desire, but hearing you moan like that seemed to trigger something. Her fingers pressed more firmly into your cheeks, as she kept you looking at her.
“That’s how you like it huh?” she asked, voice heavy with her breath, “Thought you were a sweet girl, but you want me fuck you like a slut.”
Your eyes went wide, and the way you immediately moaned betrayed how hot you found her words. Your hoodwinked expression coaxed a little chuckle out of her. You were so fucking cute, and she wanted to ruin you entirely. So she picked up her pace, slamming her hips into yours and grinding just a little at the end watching the way that made you react. Your nose wrinkled, jaw dropped wider to let out your breathy moans.
You were getting lost in the sensations, the wet slide of the toy, her heavy breath and the muttered curses she let out as she fucked you. You felt like you were on cloud nine getting fucked back to earth one thrust at a time. You lifted your hips to match her pace, though you were falling just short of it. It all felt absolutely divine, like you were going to fall to pieces.
And then… you heard the apartment door open.
“Ellie,” you said just above a whisper.
“Yeah I know,” she grumbled, but instead of stopping like you thought she would, she moved the hand that was holding your face so that her hand was clamped over your mouth instead. She leaned down until she was right in your face.
“You’re gonna be quiet and take it aren’t you? Don’t want Jesse to know my little honeybun is moaning like a slut over my cock.”
You moaned against her hand, eyes rolling back. She got to work then, obviously trying to make you cum as quickly as possible, and god it was working. It should have been criminal how much the added urgency of someone else being around aroused, but it was all in the way Ellie was whispering in your ear, urging you to cum. She was hitting that one spot inside you with deadly accuracy, a little too accurate and her hand was clamped over your mouth so you couldn’t tell her what she was about to do to you. The predicament she was going to put you both in. You could feel your pleasure welling up, coming waves that just didn’t stop. You sucked in your breath harshly through your nose. And then you came all over her, wetting the harness and the tight boxer briefs she wore beneath it. You’d never had someone else make you squirt. You knew that you could do it but that was only because you had the feedback loop of feeling exactly where to hit to make it happen. She fucked you through it like the mad woman she was, the wet splash of your coupling seemed so fucking loud, but your pathetic muffled whimpers were louder. Your fingers dragged down her back so you could grip her hips. You felt her grinding against you hard. It was too much, entirely too much.
It wasn’t until Ellie’s whole body started trembling and she whined out a shaky, “Fuck.” That you realized she’d gotten off on you cumming like that.
She moved her hand from your mouth, and let go of the headboard to fall limp on top of you like that. You held her close, still trying to catch your breath, and clear the black spots that had taken over your vision.
“God, I didn’t know you could squirt,” she murmured in your ears.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, hiding your face against her neck, “I didn’t know you’d make me do it.”
“You know what this means though right?”
“You’re going to abuse your power because you like to drive me crazy.”
“Well, yes, but what it actually means is we’re gonna have to face Jesse waaaay sooner because you’re a little super soaker who just ruined my sheets.”
“Oh my god!” you complained.
She laughed as she got off of you with shaky arms, “Let’s look at the damage.”
“Ellie, please I’m already dying inside.”
“God damn, girl,” she exclaimed looking at the wet spot under you. She giggled as she gave you her hand to help you get up. As you got out of the bed you turned to look at the sizable wet spot and just covered your face in absolute embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry, Ellie.”
“Don’t be sorry, my stroke game is just too good,” she said with a goofy grin.
“Oh hush!”
“Talk to me nicely, baby, I made you hit those waterworks.”
You searched around her room for your underwear and something to put on to cover your nakedness while you helped Ellie strip the bed.
Ellie was the one who had to leave the bedroom with her sheets in her hand. She half hoped Jesse was in his room, and he was, up until she was passing his bedroom door to get to the front room. He opened the door and nearly walked right into her. Notably, he had headphones on so obviously the two of you hadn’t been as quiet as you tried to be. He blinked, looking at her with her sheets in her arms.
“Uh… hey?” she greeted.
“Hey… are those your sheets?” He asked a slow knowing smirk finding his lips.
“Maybe.”
“Wow. You two are disgusting.” he laughed, turning around to go back to his room.
“You’re just mad you can’t do what I do,” Ellie taunted.
“I’m literally traumatized,” Jesse complained before shutting his door.
~
Part 8
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Summary: It’s been a long time since you’ve been to a D9 frat party and you have good reason to stay away, but when Ellie asks you to go, you find it hard say no to her. Unfortunately the exact reason why you avoid these parties is in attendance.
Warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW 18+ ONLY, violence (far less than is canon typical), fingering (r! receiving), cunnilingus (r! and Ellie receiving), a little overstim, lots of dirty talk, a bit more top energy from Ellie
Word Count: 6,142
Dina was astonished by what she was seeing. She walked into the dorm room ready to plead her case about why you should go to this party that you would most definitely not want to go to, only to find you already getting ready.
“Do you and Ellie have a date or something?” she asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.
“No. I’m going to the Sig party,” you tried to sound very casual about it, “Jesse said you guys were going too.”
“Yeah… I just didn’t think you’d want to go.”
Ellie wanted you to go to the party, and if you hadn’t already agreed you’d bow out. God, you wish you knew it was going to be a D9 party. The percentage of black students at your university was pretty low, so the chapters of D9 frats and sororities worked together more often than they would in other universities. It was the kind of parties you used to take Dina to, the ones with good music. But that changed with Jo. You avoided those parties like the plague, knowing there was every chance in hell that she’d be there.
“Wow, okay. This was so easy. I’m just gonna start having Ellie ask you to go to parties.”
You just shook your head focusing on your hair. Dina left the room to get dressed, and while she was gone you heard a knock on the door. She yelled out to tell you that she was going to get it.
It was a big party though, so the chance you’d even see her in all the bodies was slim plus… weren’t you over it? She was bad to you, now you had someone who was good, you could let go of that hurt. She meant nothing to you. She wasn’t even properly your ex. If you did see her there was no reason why you had to acknowledge her presence at all. It was your first party as Ellie’s girlfriend. You wanted that to be the only thing you thought about, you wanted to look hot as hell so she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you. You wanted to be the kind of girl that’d make Ellie look even better just by association. You opted for a dress, a short black dress with confusing straps. It hugged your body in all the right places, and the low cut neckline put your boobs on display. You were fussing with your makeup when Dina came in.
“Hey, Jesse’s in the living- oh damn,” Dina gasped when you turned around to face her, “I would ask if Ellie can fight, but I know that she can. Fuck you look good. I didn’t know we were trying to look this good.”
You got bashful in spite of your daring choice, “Is it too much?”
“Never too much. I’m not doing enough. That’s on me!” she said fervently, eyes trailing down to your chest.
“It’ll be the first time I go out as Ellie’s girlfriend and I dunno… I wanna be Ellie’s incredibly hot girlfriend you know?”
“Ellie’s gonna fucking malfunction when she sees you,” Dina laughed, turning toward her closet.
“Should I… put a sweater or something on before we get to the party?” you asked suddenly self conscious.
“Only if you want,” Dina shrugged, “It is kinda cold.”
You nodded, snagging Ellie’s jacket from the back of your desk chair. All of her jackets were oversized on her, so they covered you up quite nicely. You stepped out of the bedroom so Dina could change, and saw Jesse lounging on the couch. He glanced up as you came out.
“Hey,” he greeted with a smile, “How’d Dina convince you to come to this one?”
“Ellie actually asked me.”
“Oh, well what did she bribe you with?”
“She just asked me to go.”
“You’re such a simp,” he laughed, shaking his head.
“Shut up, Jesse.”
“It’s real cute. I’d have to promise you my first born to get you to come to one of these. But You know the wicked witch on campus is gonna be there.”
“First of all, I don’t want your first born. You’d have to bribe me with never having one. Secondly, she’s irrelevant to me. I’m there because Ellie wants me to be there. Which leads me to my third point-”
“Wow, three whole points?”
“If simping for your girlfriend is illegal then I guess you can call me a criminal. That girl can ask me for anything she wants.”
“Disgusting, who are you and what have you done with my friend?”
“Oh hush,” you waved him off. You set upon finding you and Dina’s campus cups so you could start mixing the alcohol you had stashed. Dina came out in a short dark red halter dress.
“Dammit Dina, we should have given us a shot when we had a chance,” you joked as you looked at the way the fabric stretched across her hips, and the ample cleavage on display, “You’re not in danger of popping a titty are you?”
“Nah,” she shook her shoulders vigorously then jumped, “They’re secure.”
“You?”
“No promises,” you laughed.
“Ellie’s at the party already, are you two ready?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah let me grab a jacket.” Dina said.
Jesse drove to his house, and the party was close by enough to walk. Which meant Jesse could actually drink, but knowing him he wouldn’t get blitzed. He was always a little too worried about his friends to go all out. The drunkest he’d ever gotten in your presence was on his 20th birthday. The party was in full swing, and you were glad the three of you walked because there was no way you ever would have found a good place to park. As you got there, you took off your jacket and handed it to Jesse. Dina did the same.
“Oh what am I the coat gu- oh my god, you’re gonna give Ellie a heart attack,” Jesse said.
“You don’t think she’ll like it?”
“I think you’re trying to kill my best friend!” Jesse complained, “You just became girlfriends and you’re already trying to take her out.”
“Jesse.” You complained.
“Oh I gotta see her when she notices you, come on,” he laughed, “D, did you know-” he cut off looking at Dina now. He stopped right where he was staring at her like he forgot how to function.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead,” you said, realizing they were about to have a moment.
The inside of the party was like every party except more people knew you here, even more of them were surprised to see you. It had almost been a year since you came to any of these functions. You dapped up a couple of guys who knew you, refusing to do hugs, especially in this dress.
“Gyaht damn!” you heard a female voice yell before she said your name, “Is that you?”
“Hey Shante,” you smiled as you turned, opening your arms to her.
“Hey, girl. I didn’t think we was ever gon’ see you again.”
“Ha ha, well, you know how it is,” you said softly, not wanting to address why she was right to think that.
“Yeah I know.” She nodded empathetically, “Heads up, she's here with somebody.”
It always seemed like, after the fact, people came around to show you empathy over your ex. The whole time you were in it, it felt like some kind of secret that she was a trash human being. Now that you were on the other side everyone was willing to acknowledge it with you. It was weird. It could make you angry if you thought about it for too long.
“That’s cool. Hopefully she’ll be too busy with her date. Speaking of… Do you know Ellie?”
“The plug?” she asked for confirmation.
You laughed nodding your head, it was easy to forget what Ellie did for pocket money, “Where is she?”
“Kitchen, come on,” she led the way to the brightly lit kitchen where people were standing about, packed close together and having overlapping conversations. You scanned the room for Ellie but there were too many tall people around for you to see her immediately.
Ellie saw you, though. She was in the middle of shoving money in her pocket when she looked around the room reflexively and caught sight of you walking behind a girl she knew only in passing from these parties. Her brain stalled for a full thirty seconds. The dress was tight, practically see through in some places, and your boobs were just… they were there served up on a silver platter. She flushed just looking at you. You were so damn hot, and you were all hers. She noticed the way people stopped what they were doing to steal glances at you. A few even tried calling you over but you just waved and continued her way. She noticed the exact moment you found her. Your eyes lit up and you smiled confidently walking around Shante to get to her. You opened your arms as you got close enough. She received you immediately, wrapping her arms around your body, letting the sweet scent of your perfume chase away the scent of sweat and weed in the air.
“Hi, baby,” you said in her ear before pulling back for a kiss.
“Hi, wow, you look good,” she huffed, feeling out of breath just looking at you.
“You two are friendly,” Shante laughed, “I guess you really ain’t worried about nothing.”
You smiled and rested your head on Ellie’s shoulder, “I’m really not.”
Before Shante could ask anymore questions someone else pulled her over to them and Ellie was able to put her full attention on you again, “What are you doing to me huh?”
“You don’t like it?” you said innocently.
“You know I do. But I- I’m kinda working, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus,” she laughed.
“You’ve seen my tits before.”
“Baby, I am never gonna get used to your tits, they’re perfect. They’re crying out for me to kiss ‘em right now.”
“Then do it.”
Her eyes flicked to yours to see if you were bluffing. You raised your eyebrows at her, daring her to go further. She turned her back to the people in the kitchen and buried her face into your neck before kissing down to your chest.
“Fuck me,” she groaned, “Stay with me for a bit?”
“Of course. I’m here to be with you anyway.”
“It seems like you have friends here.”
“Oh I do, but you know me. I could be curled up in bed right now, preferably with you.”
“Me too, but… I’m making bank.”
“I bet. You come to these things often?”
She nodded, “I’m the people’s plug,” she said with a little smirk.
You got a sly smile and put up your fist in the black pride symbol, “The people?”
She snorted, “Not exactly what I meant, but I’m not opposed.”
“Ellie!” somebody, a male voice called, tearing her attention from you. You turned too and she watched his eyes widened. She put her arm around your waist, pulling you in close.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Lemme get a couple of pre rolls from you,” he said. His voice was quiet compared to the raucous of the party. She obliged smoothly, reaching into her pocket. She did the deal and he glanced at you again.
“This you, Ellie?” he asked with a smirk.
A small amount of conceited pride lit up in her chest as she saw the envy in his gaze. Her lips pulled up on one side as she nodded. He put his fist out for her to bump.
“I see you,” he said, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked you and you told him, “You make sure she takin’ care of you.”
You rolled your eyes, “Ellie takes good care of me.”
“Alright, alright,” he laughed, moving on. Ellie turned to you then, resisting the urge to go back to mouthing at your neck and your tits.
“I’m gonna take care of you alright,” she said in your ear, “Got everybody looking my way tonight.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Nuh-uh, makes me wanna show ‘em all just how needy you get for me,” she said.
“Ellie,” you breathed, “You can’t say shit like that to me.”
“Yeah, well consider it payback for this damn dress. Where’s Jesse and Dina? Did they tell you to do this to me?”
“No they didn’t, and I don’t know where they are. I went ahead of them because they were eye fucking each other.”
“Mm, we’re getting outta here before they do. Wanna really thank you for this, and your little dorm bed isn’t gonna cut it.”
“I’m ready to leave whenever you are, Ells,” you pledged.
She liked that answer, the satisfaction on her face gave it up. She looked down at your cleavage again, “You got some tequila in there?”
You chuckled and reached in to produce one of the mini bottles. You still had a couple from the last party you went to.
“God you really do have everything,” she gasped.
You wound up taking a few shots, staying in a secluded corner of the kitchen, talking to Ellie, letting her switch between making jokes and saying some of the filthiest shit you’ve ever heard. Dina and Jesse popped in some time later from doing god knows what. Dina’s lipstick was already nonexistent. When she saw the two of you, she didn’t even try to hide that she was just looking at your chest. You guessed she’d been drinking.
“You’re a lucky girl, Ellie,” Dina sighed, leaning against you heavily, “Love on those tig ol’ bitties extra hard for me, alright?”
Ellie rolled her eyes, “‘M not doing anything for you. I’ve got my own agenda.”
“I don’t know if you know this,” Dina said to you, “Ellie’s a total boob fanatic.” she said.
“I picked up on it,” you said thinking about the times she’d had you in her bed just so she could press her face into your tits.
Dina had that silly little drunk girl smile on her face that confirmed that she’d definitely been drinking, “Ells, whaddya got for me?”
Ellie rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket and passed her a plastic bag with a few pre rolls in it.
“The Dina Special,” She announced, “Enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you,” she said, taking one, and putting the rest in Jesse’s pocket, and then rummaging through his other pocket for something else. He had both of your jackets tied around his waist, and he seemed resigned to his fate of Dina using him for his pockets. She pulled a lighter out.
“Now, we’ve just got to get you in on the rotation,” Dina said before lighting up.
Ellie spoke before you could, “If she doesn’t wanna smoke she doesn’t have to.”
“Probably better for business. Ellie’d give away her whole stash,” Jesse laughed.
“Shut up,” she grumbled but didn’t disagree.
“I’m happy for you both, you know?” he asserted, “It’s good to see my two favorite young-old people coming together.”
“Oh we be coming together alright,” you laughed.
The four of you shared your laughs and you kept bantering, occasionally getting other people involved in the conversation. Maybe you were having too much fun, or maybe it was just inevitable but you saw Dina’s reaction first. She stiffened, her smile faltered as she looked behind you. You knew, deep down, what she saw before she even said anything. She leaned in and spoke in your ear.
“Jo’s here.”
You nodded, “I’m okay,” you assured, pulling back to lean on Ellie, tucking your head under her chin. You didn’t have to turn around. You didn’t have to see her.
But fate had other plans, “Ellie,” Jo called and your heart dropped. They knew each other? Ellie turned which meant you had to turn to. Just like that you were looking at your ex-situationship. Maybe it was just the byproduct of how badly she treated you but she didn’t look attractive to you any more. She was a short stud with curly hair and an arrogant smile. Her eyes went from Ellie to you, and you watched the venom come to her gaze. Her tawny brown skin was light enough that you could see her flush from alcohol.
“Oh… hey, I didn’t even recognize you. But I recognize these,” she laughed pointing to your chest. You fought the urge to cover your chest. Instead your eyes went to the girl with Jo. You knew of her. She was a sweet girl, really involved in the diversity and inclusion office. Instead of being venomous to Jo you decided to be kind to the date she was disrespecting.
You introduced yourself and offered her your hand to shake. She did, smiling politely.
“Your outfit is so pretty,” you told her and it was, she was a gorgeous girl. They were all gorgeous girls, and she was probably really nice. Jo was going to steal that from her the way she’d stolen it from you.
“Oh please. You look, like, crazy good. I feel underdressed.” She said looking up at Jo. You didn’t look, but whatever she saw made her smile falter just a bit.
“Ah,” you waved her off, then leaned in to stage whisper, “I’m trying to get lucky tonight,” you nodded towards Ellie, you hoped to at least dissipate her worries about you wanting Jo.
“You sellin?” Jo asked Ellie quietly.
Ellie shook her head, “Just here with my girl,” she gripped your waist pulling you back to her.
Jo looked between the two of you with some kind of emotion you couldn’t place, “Oh alright,” she chuckled. She seemed to notice Jesse and Dina then, giving them little nods.
“Damn looks like I’m not wanted around here,” she laughed.
“No, you’re not,” Dina responded.
“What’d I do to you, D?” She laughed, knowing damn well what she did. Dina’s gaze narrowed and it looked like she was gonna lay into her. But Jo shrugged, “Whatever,” she huffed, before putting her arm over her date’s shoulders and pulling her away.
“Poor girl,” you sighed watching them go to talk to someone else in the kitchen. You saw yourself in that girl, or at least who you were when you were with Jo. It was kinda heartbreaking to look at.
“Yeah she’s really fucking nice. I can’t stand Jo,” Dina agreed, still audibly annoyed.
“Ellie, how come you didn’t make the deal?” You asked, because there was no reason for her to miss out on money.
“I’m not selling to your shitty ex,” Ellie grumbled.
“How’d you…?” You frowned.
Ellie shifted her weight on her feet, a habit she had when she was feeling a little unsure of herself, “It was kinda obvious.”
You supposed she had a point. Jo was not subtle and maybe your reaction to her wasn’t either. You were angrier than you expected to be at the sight of her, “Money’s money right?” you asked with a shrug.
“I’m making enough without her money. Are you alright, though?”
“I’m fine,” you assured her, “She’s firmly in my past. You’re my present and, I hope, my future.”
Ellie looked at you for a moment, rubbing your side gently, “I like that.”
“Woooow, whipped already Ellie?” Jesse called out, breaking the tension in the group with ease.
“You’re the worst, Jesse. You know that?” Ellie shook her head with a chuckle.
Jo hung around the kitchen but you could feel her looking at you, or maybe she was looking at Ellie who was brazenly selling despite what she told her. What could she say about it though? Ellie didn’t want to sell to her, and it was probably obvious why.
The worst part about this, from Ellie’s perspective anyway, was that she knew Jo. Jo had been buying from her since she started selling. They’d smoked together at a couple of parties and kickbacks. Ellie remembered listening to the stories of her conquests with women and just shaking her head. It hadn’t really mattered to her back then, but she knew she felt sorry for the girls Jo was fucking over. It was different knowing that one of those stories might have been about you. She couldn’t remember all of them with perfect clarity, but just knowing at some point she would have spoken about you like just another woman in a long line. Ellie tried not to pass judgment, she’d assumed that all the women knew about each other. It was a naive sentiment but she just couldn’t imagine doing that much work to deceive a group of people. Obviously no one knew about each other.
Ellie was hyperaware of the way Jo kept stealing glances at the two of you. How her eyes lingered on your body. She wanted to tell her to go fuck off. She’d never get another chance to fuck you over again. The fact that you had ever been hurt made her blood boil, and having the culprit right there was doing much to help. Still you, Dina, and Jesse were providing a good enough distraction to keep her from going over there and saying something.
Before long Ellie was actually out of weed to sell and Dina was done smoking and passing between her, Jesse, and Ellie. You noticed a song that you liked playing in the main room. You dragged Ellie with you to dance. With so many people around it was easy to forget about Jo. Especially when Ellie was feeling you up, her hands grabbing your hips, or pressing you close by your stomach. The drinks were going and you felt all warm on the inside.
“Jeez, what are you doing to me?” she breathed as you turned around to face her. You looked at her, holding her face in your hands. You wiped the resin from her lips from smoking with Dina and Jesse. Your thumb dragged against her bottom lip. She closed the distance between the two of you. Just like that it didn’t matter where Jo was, it didn’t matter what she was doing because you had Ellie, and she was touching you like she might finger you right there on the dancefloor. And if you had a couple more shots, you might let her do it, anything was possible with enough tequila and an incredibly hot girlfriend.
The night blurred together, between making out with Ellie, dancing, enjoying scandalous touches as Ellie’s hand wandered high up on your thighs. Her fingertips danced just under the skirt of your dress, obviously teasing you. Dina and Jesse interrupted the two of you being handsy. He challenged Ellie to a game of beer pong and she didn’t seem capable of declining the challenge. That left you with Dina. You were fine with that. The two of you dancing with each other as you always did without a care in the world.
She spoke in your ear all of a sudden, “I have to piss.”
You snorted, grabbing her wrist and finding the bathroom. You lucked up and found it without a line, “Go on, piss-baby, I’ll stand by the door.”
“Fuck you,” she laughed, going into the bathroom. You leaned against the door bobbing your head along to the music. Your vision was blurry thanks to the alcohol, but you didn’t mind all that much. There wasn’t much you needed to see in the first place.
“Hey,” someone said to you and you couldn’t really place their voice because of the music, but when you turned your heart sank. It wasn’t so much that you feared Jo, it was that you dreaded anything to do with her.
“Bathroom’s occupied,” you said turning away from her purposefully.
“Right, I just wanna talk to you. You’re finally away from the weed chick. You didn’t smoke when I knew you, now you’re fucking the plug for weed or something?”
“She’s my girlfriend, you asshole.”
“Why her though? Bet you did it just to fucking spite me. You know you’re the one who broke up with me.”
“Jo, leave me alone.”
“No, you breakup with me over text, you go ghost and then you just show back up and you’re with my plug. Are you that obsessed with me?”
“Get over yourself, and leave me alone. I’m done talking to you.”
You turned away from her again but this time she grabbed your arm, jerking you around to face her. You shoved her off of you angrily.
“Get the fuck off of me. What’s your problem?”
“My fucking problem is you parading yourself around here like you’re hot shit just to get back at me.”
“NO ONE IS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!” you yelled at her and she grabbed the front neckline of your dress pulling you close to her again. You tried to push her off but she had the fabric in a tight grip and she’d expose you if you didn’t move with her. Adrenaline hit your system and you looked at her face in pure confusion: She was drunk. Her half lidded gaze and unsteady feet told you as much.
“Let me go!”
“How hard is it to have fucking conversation?” she leaned forward and you lost your balance, back hitting the bathroom door hard.
You were struggling to get her hands off of your dress, pushing at her again while holding the neckline with your other hand. You both stumbled forward because she didn’t let go and you didn’t want to tear your dress.
The bathroom door opened and Dina looked out wondering what the bang on it was. She did not expect to see you grappling with your ex. Both of her hands were on the neckline of your dress now, and you were trying to keep yourself covered.
“Get off of her!” Dina yelled grabbing her wrists. The three of you struggling was starting to grab the attention of a few people which would just be worse for you if she succeeded in tearing your dress.
“You wanna talk?!” you demanded, “Fine let’s talk.”
She let you go then, grabbing your arm and hauling you out of the party. Dina followed close behind dutifully, not at all willing to let you deal with whatever Jo had going on alone. Once she got you outside she immediately pushed you against the wall of the house. Dina shoved her before you could even recover from the impact.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Dina yelled. You caught her around the waist before she could start throwing punches.
“Dina, DINA! I’m alright,” you assured, “Jo, what do you want?”
“You’ve got a fucking vendetta against me! You turned Jesse against me, Dina! Now my fucking plug. And for what? I tried to talk to you about things but you fucking blocked me.”
“Because I didn’t want shit to do with you. You were horrible to me and you’re being horrible to the girl you fuckin brought here! Why are you fucking with me?”
“Because you’re fucking with me!”
“I don’t want shit to do with you, and if you put your hands on me again, it’s gonna be a fuckin problem. You’re drunk! Don’t make me lay your drunk ass out.”
“Is that what you think you’re gonna do?” She stalked towards you, and Dina put out her hand to keep her back. She shoved Dina aside, and she fell, naturally unsteady on her feet from the drinks she had. You were still just trying to be defensive. You pushed her hand away before she could grab you, turning to give Dina a hand up, before you could move too far away from the wall she put her hand on your chest and pressed you back against it, hard.
“Who the fuck are you threatening?” she asked, leaning in close to your face. You brought your hand out and slapped her with all the strength you could muster in your position. She stumbled back, stunned, holding her hand to her face. Then she was lunging at you and all hell broke loose.
The sound of your argument already lured people outside, but you weren’t in any position to notice when Jesse and Ellie got out there. Ellis shoved aside the people surrounding the altercation. She could hear you yelling at the top of your lungs.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” came from your mouth high and shrill as Jo grabbed you again. Ellie didn’t even think.
One minute Jo had you pressed against the wall with Dina pulling at her so she would let you go, the next minute Ellie had decked Jo so hard she crashed into the porch railing and nearly flipped over it. She wasn’t going to stop there, she stalked forward, seeing nothing but the fear on your face when you’d looked at this woman. She was going to make her feel the exact same way.
“Ellie!” Jesse yelled at her, “Ellie, it’s over, it’s finished.” He said seriously, stepping between her and Jo.
“Move, Jesse,” Ellie ordered, pacing to the side to get around him.
“Fucking come at me, pussy,” Jo yelled and Ellie tried to dodge Jesse to do just that.
Jesse put a hand out to stop Ellie as he turned to look at Jo, “You do not want this fight. Walk away!”
You came up and wrapped your arms around Ellie’s waist from behind, “Ellie, I’m good. She’s not worth the fucking trouble.”
“But she-!” Ellie argued.
“Look at me, El,” you ordered, turning her to face you. You held her face in your hands so she could only look into your warm eyes, “I’m good. Didn’t even land a hit on me. Let’s just go.”
“Fine,” she huffed, taking your hands from her face, and holding on to one in order to lead you off the porch. It took a truly herculean effort to just leave. She wanted to finish what she started. She could see it so clearly, the way she could bash Jo’s head into the railing, make her teeth roll across the porch like shooting dice. She could have obliterated her. But you were there, and you were asking her to walk away and deep down she knew that was in her best interest. The last thing she needed was to catch a case over something like this. She ignored Jo yelling at her from the porch even though it made her blood boil. Her place wasn’t too far from the party.
Her hands were shaking, even the one in your hold and she wanted them to stop. She didn’t want to freak you out. You were probably freaked out. You were thrust from one violent woman to another and this one you were going home with. She had exercises for this. The breathing ones she was supposed to do when she felt like she wanted to just… punch someone and not stop punching, keep at it until her knuckles were busted open and raw. She was supposed to inhale through her nose and out through her mouth, count to ten, sing a ridiculous song, but she couldn’t manage to do any of that because she didn’t wanna freak you out.
“You gonna be okay?” you asked hesitantly.
“Mmhm,” she nodded quickly, not sure if she was lying or not.
“How can I help right now?”
“‘M supposed to… breathe, think of a song, distract myself,.”
“Oh… um… hey! I’ve had this song stuck in my head all day. It goes like… And I know that you’re an old fashioned man… and then I can’t remember but the chorus was kinda like: Why you gotta be so ruuuude!”
She was so shocked by this development, the fact that you actually started doing something helpful and you didn’t try to kiss her, or offer sex to calm her down, which was never quite as effective as other people seemed to think it was. Ellie just wound up feeling sick about it later. Now she was listening to you sing bits of the song that you barely remembered and it was slowly coming together.
“Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life, say yes, say yes,” she finished the lyrics you kept messing up.
“YEAH! What’s that one called?”
“Rude by uh… Magic? I think.”
You kept humming the song happily, now that you knew it, after a moment you looked at her curiously, “Better?”
“A little,” she admitted, it was already getting easier to breathe.
“Okay, game time. I’m gonna hum a song, you guess the title.”
“You’re on.”
Her walk home was filled with Mitski, a couple of Hozier songs, and an obscure one that took her a while to figure out. By the time she was home, the upset of the night actually felt like it was behind her.
“Fuck, I know it was in that shitty vampire movie. Like in the last scene.”
“That’s good enough. It’s Flightless Bird, American Mouth. It’s actually a really good song. Those movies had great soundtracks.”
Ellie stopped at her door and she turned around to look at you. You met her gaze shyly, hoping she wasn’t holding tonight against you. The last thing you ever wanted was for your stuff to affect her. It wasn’t fair to her.
“Thank you,” she said, “I totally lost my cool back there.”
You shook your head, “It’s my fault. I should have known it would get weird. I shouldn’t have come-”
“That’s not your fault,” she said firmly, “you didn’t do anything wrong. And fuck her for making you think so.”
“... Yeah,” you agreed after a beat, “Fuck her.”
She turned and unlocked the apartment door, letting you in first. You let her lead the way to her bedroom and watched her close that door too. She approached you slowly, swinging her arms awkwardly. You held your arms out to her, and watched the tension leave her shoulders. She accepted your invitation for a hug, graciously.
“I’m sorry if I scared you, or freaked you out.”
“You didn’t,” You assured rubbing her back lightly, “I’m not scared.”
“Good, I don’t want you to be. I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you. Just the thought that someone would raise a hand to you…” she trailed off, not finishing the thought but you knew where it was going.
“Ellie, I’d do the same for you,” you said, “I get it. That was scary, but I was glad you were there to help. Just didn’t want you getting into trouble over Jo. She’s not worth it.”
“You’re so good to me,” she muttered, pulling back to look at your face. You did the same, before sliding your hands up to hold her face again, because she had a precious face. It was hard to believe just a few minutes ago she’d looked dangerously close to catching an assault charge. She was just so soft under your touch, leaning her face into your palms. You brought her closer to give her a chaste kiss.
“You’re good to me too. We can get out of these stinky party clothes… and relax.”
“Do you… maybe wanna shower with me?” she offered tentatively.
“Yeah, but you better not get my hair wet.”
The shower with Ellie was a little less sexy than you expected but it was still sweet, the two of you giggling as Ellie spiked her hair up with shampoo, and you did your best not to stare at her boobs, while she blatantly stared at yours. Ellie promised to help you clean up only to abandon the wash cloth and just grope your breasts from behind. You couldn’t help but laugh at her preoccupation. There was a lot of kissing in the shower, a lot of wandering hands, and giggles that turned into moans. By the time the two of you got out of the shower, you were both making a dash to her bedroom so she could get you to the bed. She closed and locked her bedroom before joining you in bed.
“I’ve been thinking of something,” she said in between pressing kisses to your chest.
“Mmhm.”
“I really wanna eat you out.”
“I’m not gonna say no to that.” It felt better than you cared to put into words feeling Ellie’s warm skin against yours as she got on top of you. Her mouth was simply divine coaxing you to rapturous ecstasy before she even made it between your legs. She took her time, and you couldn’t be still at all the entire time because your entire body felt electric, tingly with desire. She wasn’t shy about sinking her teeth into you a bit. Biting the softness of your tummy and soothing the pinch with a handful of light kisses. She ventured lower and did the same to your thighs, but she stayed there longer, sucking aching marks onto your inner thigh. Her kisses and bites climbed up your inner thigh until there was only one place to go… and then she switched thighs.
“You’re so evil,” you complained, tossing your arm over your face.
“Be patient,” she chuckled, continuing her trail of love bites undeterred. It made it even harder not to squirm. She hooked her arms under your thighs and pulled you a little closer to her.
“You wet for me?” she questioned, her voice taken on a bit of a drawl as she asked the question.
“Find out for yourself.”
She moved one of her arms so she could spread you open. You were, of course, wet for her, the petals of your sex glistening in the dim light of her bedroom. She didn’t waste another second getting her mouth on you. She’d had her fun, pleasuring you with her fingers, and rubbing her cunt against yours to get you both off, but it was more than time she got the taste of you on her tongue from the source. She drew her tongue from your hole up to your clit, moaning at the slight tang of you.
“You want my tongue or my fingers in you, pretty girl?” she asked, wanting to know how you liked to be eaten out.
“Fingers,” you answered softly.
She focused her tongue on your clit then, kissing over the hood, sucking lightly just to tease. She liked the way your body jerked with each little jolt of pleasure.
“Ellie,” you complained, carding your fingers through her damp hair and pulling her closer to your sex. She was more than happy to oblige you.
Ellie’s mouth was ungodly. You felt your arousal climbing to unmatched peaks faster than you’d ever felt it before. It was actually a little scary, and you found yourself digging your heels into her bed trying to scoot up the bed to get a little distance from her mouth. She made a slightly irritated noise when her mouth left your sex.
“Where are you goin’, baby?” she asked so sweetly, all your muscles relaxed against the bed as if she just said some kind of sleeper agent phrase, “That’s right. Lay there nice and pretty for me.”
She went back to work on you, and it felt like you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs. Her fingers breached your entrance, she curled them upwards with the expert precision of a woman who had her hands in your underwear at every opportunity given to you. She was hitting the perfect place inside of you. You moaned her name, rolling your hips against her mouth, resigning yourself to cumming embarrassingly fast. The sloppy wet sounds of her curling her fingers against your spot, and the way she sucked your clit was really getting to you. You moaned aloud, unable to contain your pleasure any longer.
You tensed as you heard the front door of the apartment open and the sound of Jesse and Dina’s voices. You slapped your hand over your mouth to stifle a moan. Ellie however, seemed to have no desire for you to stay quiet. She started curling her fingers faster, switching between sucking your clit and working her tongue under the hood for direct contact. You clenched your jaw, accidentally letting out an incredibly strangled sounding moan.
“Ellie, fuck, they’re back. We can’t AH!” you cried pressing your head back against her pillows as she added a third finger and started fucking you faster with them.
You clamped your hand over your mouth again but you didn’t think it did much to help as your orgasm claimed possession over your body. You shook against her, head whipping back and forth as she rode you through your orgasm, sweetening the tensing and relaxing of your muscles as your cunt greedily squeezed around her fingers.
“Too much!” you cried out as she sucked your clit again. She heeded your words, moving to kiss your thighs as she slowly curled her fingers inside of you.
“That’s it, beautiful, give it all to me,” she muttered, biting the inside of your thighs again until you went limp in her hold.
She slowly withdrew her fingers, putting them directly in her mouth to suck them clean, “God, you’re pretty when you come.”
“Oh my god Ellie. Our friends are here,” you complained, putting your hands over your face.
“Mmhm,” she hummed, “I’ve heard worse from them.” She ran her hand up your stomach as she joined you. You turned to look at her, wanting to scold her, but she was wiping your slick from her lips with her thumb only to suck her thumb clean.
“I wanna taste you,” you said only because you were thinking it really hard .
She looked surprised for a moment, “I’m not gonna be quiet. Think you can handle the embarrassment of our friends knowin’ you’ve had my cunt in your mouth.”
“Ellie,” you whined.
“Well?”
“I want you.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
The sight of Ellie sitting on your face was going to be burned in your mind forever. Her head hung to look down at you between her legs, her hands gripping her headboard, and her hips rocking against your mouth. She was really doing most of the work herself, but you did as she told you.
“Fuck! Yeah, suck my pussy, baby, suck it,” she demanded and so you did, greedily slurping at her sex. She was beginning to tremble, whining from the pleasure. Her taste was imprinted on your tongue, a light musk, a tinge salty and just a little sweet. You were happy to let her ride your tongue.
She cursed like a sailor as she chased her orgasm but she was just so beautiful in your eyes. You could see the light definition of her abs as she tensed. She had a sparse scattering of freckles on her body that were slowly becoming your new obsession. One of these days you’d kiss every single one of them. You’d draw constellations on her body with your tongue. At the moment all you could do was run your hands up her body to grab at her tits, enchanted by the way they sat in your palms not really filling them up. It was cute. You toyed with her nipples, listening to the way she moaned at the contact.
“Stick out your tongue, lemme ride it,” she rushed the words out. They came out breathy and pitched a bit higher than usual. You did as she asked and you knew she was close. Her thighs trembled. She moved her hands from the headboard to put them over yours. She pressed your fingers into her chest, making you grope them harder.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whined. Her brows were crowded in on each other, jaw dropped, lips forming that pretty little “o”. It hit her like lightning making her go rigid against your tongue leaving you to lick and suck at her pulsing sex to prolong those sweet sensations for her. She sounded beautiful above, cursing and moaning, holding on to your hands for dear life.
As she came down from her high she let out a breathless little laugh, letting herself fall to the side of you, “I needed that.”
“I think I did too. You’re super fucking hot at that angle,” you said licking your lips. Your cheeks were soaked too so you sat up to grab your towel from the shower to wipe your face.
“I’m super fucking hot at all angles,” she declared, holding her hand out for the towel so she could wipe between her legs.
“Yeah you are,” you smiled happily.
“ARE YOU TWO DONE?!” Jesse yelled from the room over, “fucking hell can we sleep now?”
“Stop listening, ASSHOLE!” Ellie yelled back leaving you to press your face into her neck out of sheer embarrassment.
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Part 7
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