🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. boyfriend!megumi fushiguro and fem!reader. established relationship, somnophilia, pussy jobs, clothed sex, free use, cum play. ꒰ gumi decides that getting you off feels best when you’re asleep and dreaming. ꒱
megumi likes them most when you’re too tired for a proper fucking. he crawls over you while you sleep and shrouds you in his shadow — wide shoulders kissed by moonlight that hide you from the eclipse — his fingers soft against your hips like the gentle twinkle of stars in the distance as he presses your knees into your shoulders.
“easy, baby girl, s’just me,” his voice is hoarse with crumbling restraint, weighed down in his throat by his insatiable greed. sweatpants have long since been rolled down and nestled under balls that twitch with a brilliant and impending load. megumi’s cock his heavy against your stomach — the head vibrant red whilst it oozes pre onto the frilly waistband of your panties.
at first — he smacks himself against your clothed core, prodding at your hole which he craves the energy to fill. for now, megumi makes it work. he finds that he adores the white cotton undergarments you wear. frilly with a delicate pink bow just under your navel. he doesn’t take them off. too fond of the decoration to his sin. he doesn’t even tuck them to the side, he slides himself through the loop of fabric at your leg and thrusts. careful, tentative, and slow as if to make you really feel it. prominent veins pulsing where they meet your beating clit.
you stir cutely, calling his name as if to greet him in your dream. megumi kisses the crease between your brows — soothing, attentive. “i’ve got you, let me make you feel good.”
claggy, syrupy sounds cling to the cool night, arousal catching on megumi’s shaft with each pass through your sopping mound. you’ve probably no idea how wet you are, tendrils of sleep woven around your mind — making you pliant and perfect for him. he hisses when you clench around nothing but catch on every part of him, aching to be filled with his length.
the gusset of your soft cotton panties darken in the exchange of slick and precum — the gooey strands forming a strong web where he ends and you begin. much like the rise of your sun and the fall of his moon, the cycle of pleasure is endless and it embraces you even in deep slumber. his hips draw back, pearlescent and slender, and his mushroomed tip slips beneath the scalloped edge of your underwear once more. using nimble fingers and a gentle grip as to not spark any over-sensitivity — fushiguro takes hold of himself, his curved lengthy shaft bobbing in between nimble digits, for better leverage. rubbing his milky oozing head back and forth over your arousal beading nub.
occasionally he dips past the tight ring of your entrance, shuddering at your iron grip — pride tingling within the gap between brain and his skull at how selfishly you lock down on him even when you’re not awake to show the world.
he’ll always count his lucky stars that you’re so eager, so willing to let him have you as he sees fit. awake or asleep your precious pussy belongs to him. in the depths of your consciousness she craves him, it’s obvious in the way your hips canter upwards to meet megumi’s as your high approaches like rushing rapids. the manner in which your back bows towards the night sky — forcing his chest to yours as though you are trying to fuse your heartbeats into one.
“so good to me. so fucking good.” megumi coos under his breath, hidden beneath his aerated moans because he cums not too long after. limbs wobbly with his collapse on top of you imminent. his weight your shaky, sleepy frame is accompanied a shot of translucent, viscous white into the seat of your panties. the flood swirling with heated gush of nectar from your abused slit. all of it smears lewdly through your abused folds, white on your sensitive clit in the form of his signature.
lashes kiss your cheeks and neck whilst megumi steadies himself in the scent of sex and warmth of your skin. his breath shattered and mystified against you.
“i can be even better,” you murmur to him, feeling him flinch in surprise when your fingers curl in midnight locks at the nape of his neck — roused by the cooling mess between your thighs. “if you cum inside next time.”
all megumi can do is groan — hungry and appreciative because you really are always so ready for him.
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₊˚⊹♡ summary — Ellie was supposed to come by to pick up something and leave, but she just... can't stop kissing you.
₊˚⊹♡ warnings — part of borrowed time but it can be read as a standalone. no major warnings, just fluff (and maybe a tiny bit of angst if you squint). reader is fem presenting and has hair long enough to tie into a ponytail. lots of kissing.
₊˚⊹♡ wc — 4k
In and out, five minutes maximum.
Ellie was absolutely not going to let herself get distracted because you had places to be and she had many things to study
She was going to say hi, maybe give you a quick kiss, grab the notebook she'd accidentally left on your kitchen table, and get back to her apartment before the afternoon got away from her completely.
That was the plan. Or at least, that had been the plan.
Ellie had an oral final exam tomorrow that she had not studied nearly enough for and she desperately needed to.
Well, her plan had not accounted for you opening the door looking like that.
She'd known you were going and she'd known you'd be dressed up all nice like you always did. Nevertheless, Ellie was not prepared to see how beautiful you actually looked.
The summer had spent weeks trying to wring every ounce of comfort out of everyone, especially you, but somehow, you'd come out looking like you'd finally made peace with it.
You were wearing a little white dress she'd never seen before. The fabric clung gently to your chest and waist, framing the little heart necklace you always wore, before loosening into a short skirt that danced with the wind around your thighs with every step.
At least, Ellie had managed not to jump you and kiss you breathless as soon as you opened the door and gave a big and bright smile in her direction. She was actually quite proud of herself for that. It had taken her an unbelievable amount of self control.
She'd grabbed the notebook off the table while your mom moved around the living room frantically. The whole place was full of noise that your house always had, a thing Ellie had noticed the very first time she came over and hadn't been able to stop noticing ever since.
Just a home that was always busy and alive, like the walls themselves had absorbed years of family dinners and loud conversations. Always busy, always alive.
Her apartment was really quiet in comparison.
Anyway. She had the notes, so she should have left.
Instead, she'd followed you back to the front door and ended up standing in the doorway while you stood just inside.
You looked so unfairly pretty this close.
You'd actually tied your hair up in a ponytail, as the March heat finally won the argument you'd been having with it all summer long.
Ellie had only seen you wear it like this a handful of times since you'd met. Usually you insisted on wearing it down, no matter how much you complained about the weather. Every single time Ellie asked if you weren't roasting alive, you'd shrug and mumble something about not liking how you looked with it tied back.
Ellie had never really understood that. Standing in your doorway now... well, she understood it even less. Clearly, your insecurities had very little to do with reality.
Two little butterfly clips held back the shorter strands that your ponytail couldn't quite catch. They were tiny and gold colored, and they suited you so perfectly that Ellie found herself smiling as she noticed them.
They were... very you. Very cute.
The evening wind moved between you, cool on the skin yet warm in the air, carrying the smell of someone grilling something from somewhere down the street. Even if it kept trying to separate the two of you, lifting the hem of your dress and tugging at Ellie's shirt, neither of you gave it much help.
"Okay," she said, and her voice had changed without her meaning to. Just a little low and softer, and she watched your expression shift in response. "I'll see you—"
Before she could finish, you stepped forward and closed the small distance between you.
Just like that, Ellie's entire plan for the evening dissolved completely.
She kissed you back just as softly.
The folder slipped off her hands—it hit the doorstep with a thud that none of you registered—and her hands found the side of your face, and then she wasn't going anywhere at all.
Your lips were soft and tasted a little sweet, and she heard herself exhale slowly against your mouth.
It was supposed to be a quick thing. A goodbye kiss. Except, your lips tasted sweet. Soft and a little sticky and actually, really sweet…. She liked that. She liked that a lot.
Ellie started to pull back just enough to register the unexpected sweetness lingering now on her lips.
You mistook it for the end of the kiss.
The second you began to lean away, Ellie's hand tightened gently around your cheek, her thumb brushing your skin as she guided you right back to her.
"Ellie…,” you said against her mouth, but it was not quite a complaint.
"You taste really nice," she said. A completely honest observation, and not at all an excuse to lean in again for another taste.
You were fully smiling now, delighted, leaning into her a little. "...Thanks?"
"Like, seriously." She kissed the corner of your mouth again, lingering just a second longer before pulling back. Ellie smacked her lips thoughtfully. "Did you eat something?"
You blinked. "What?"
"Another cinnamon roll?" she guessed, narrowing her eyes at you. "I know you get them for free but like… your teeth are gonna rot."
"I don't eat that many cinnamon rolls."
Ellie just looked at you.
It wasn't exactly a wild accusation to make. You did eat an alarming amount of these weekly. It came with the job, she supposed. Without missing a day, you came home with pastries with microscopic imperfections your boss refused to sell. Cinnamon rolls were your weakness, but there were also cupcakes, slices of cake, whatever new cake recipe your boss wanted everyone to try… Technically, you probably weren't supposed to bring home that much, but your manager seemed to like you far too much to care. Which admittedly benefited Ellie almost as much as it benefited you.
Ellie, who'd never really been much of a dessert person past childhood, had somehow become one by association. Dating—well. Spending time with you had quietly reshaped some of Ellie's habits, and one of them was her reluctance to eat sweet things.
Before you, she'd never gone out of her way to buy pastries. After you, she'd grown used to finding boxes on her kitchen counter, always filled with something sweet inside. Most of the time she'd grumble that you were going to rot both your teeth and hers but she had yet to refuse a single bite.
Honestly, the amount of sugar you consumed probably explained why children liked you so much.
She'd seen it first hand a few months ago, back when you'd been doing your first teaching placements. Your parents had wanted to pick you up after your first afternoon there, but neither of them had been able to make it.
It still got dark pretty early during that time of year, and the school they'd assigned you to was far enough from home that walking hadn't really been an option. Ellie knew you well enough by then to know you'd sooner wait for the bus for an hour than pay for an Uber, so she had offered to go pick you up before you could even start to reassure them it was okay.
The image of you waiting at the bus stop alone when the sun wasn't there anymore left her with a tight knot in her gut. Besides, you would probably need lots of help carrying all your stuff.
Ellie still remembered waiting outside the gates as the gloomy spring afternoon faded into evening. She'd expected to see you exhausted after a long day. Instead, she watched you come out with the brightest smile she'd ever seen on your face, clutching a folder full of drawings.
Since that day, Ellie wasn't entirely convinced you weren't secretly a princess.
"...Okay, maybe I do. But I didn't today.”
Still unconvinced even now and with a small frown on her brows, she kissed you again anyway, just to check. "Okay. What is it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," Ellie said, with complete seriousness, already leaning in to kiss you again.
“Caramel kiss.”
Figures. Even your lip balm had a sweet related name. Ellie would have laughed, if it wasn't for the confusion growing within her. Was that… a lip balm? Or... one of the two million shiny glosses in different shades you owned?
Probably. It was probably that, she was sure. Whatever it was, she'd have to remember it now. “Uh. That's a dumb name.”
“Ooh, you love it.”
“I mean, yeah.”
You smiled so brightly at that admission that Ellie forgot, for a second, that she'd been trying to leave.
You were still standing so close that Ellie could feel your breath against her face. Her hand remained cupping your cheek, her thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth across your cheekbone while she watched you.
Ellie wasn't entirely sure when she'd started doing this, but lately she'd found herself staring at you far too much, and every time she looked, she found something new to notice.
Familiarity had done exactly what she'd expected. Everything should have become ordinary by now. But she was Ellie, so it never did. Spending so much time by your side had not dulled your edges; if anything, it only kept revealing details she'd somehow missed before.
No time to linger today, though. She really needed to leave. Like, right now.
Without thinking, Ellie leaned in again. The tip of your nose brushed hers at first, just barely. The touch was featherlight but enough to make you exhale softly against her mouth.
As you sighed against her lips she tilted her head, and then the tip of her nose was tracing the curve of your cheek. Ellie lingered there for just a heartbeat, breathing you in. You didn't move away. If anything, you leaned in just a fraction, close enough that your breaths had begun to fall into the same rhythm.
Ellie felt it immediately where the tip of her nose met your pillowy cheek.
Your cheek was warm. More than warm, actually.
Oh.
Were you… flustered?
She smiled before she could stop herself.
You. Flustered.
That wasn't something she'd seen much of, and was fairly sure that didn't happen very often. You weren't really prone to embarrassment — unless Ellie was the cause, apparently.
You moved through the world with a kind of ease that she'd never quite had herself. You flirted shamelessly, teased her relentlessly, and most days she was the one left flustered.
But sometimes, like right now, the roles reversed. Feeling that warmth bloom in your cheeks, Ellie couldn't help but grin. It felt strangely unfair that you still had the ability to surprise her.
Her lips brushed yours, and your mouths hovered only a breath apart. “Are you really embarrassed right now?”
“I'm no—”
“NO KISSING INSIDE THE HOUSE!”
Ellie's whole body jolted.
From somewhere deep inside the house, God only knew where, your dad's voice echoed through the hallway. The man seemed to possess some kind of sixth sense for knowing whenever Ellie was within kissing distance of you.
How he did it, she'd never figured out, and she'd stopped trying.
You pulled back so fast you nearly headbutted her. "We're literally in the doorway," you called back.
"THE DOORWAY IS STILL THE HOUSE!"
You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh before looking back at Ellie. "See what I have to deal with?"
Ellie couldn't really argue with him. Honestly, fair enough. If she ever had a daughter, she probably wouldn't be exactly thrilled to walk into someone making out with her in the doorway, either.
The thought lasted just a few seconds before you were giving her another quick peck. She put up absolutely no resistance because, despite understanding your dad's point completely, she also happened to be hopelessly in love with his daughter.
"...Dude," Ellie mumbled against your lips, trying—and failing—not to smile. "You're going to get me in trouble," she said.
No move to step back, though. None at all.
“Don't mind him. Worse things have been done in this house.”
Ellie felt her cheeks go bright red immediately, as flashbacks of whatever you two had been doing in your room just last night hit her. Truth be told, once the initial horniness settled, regret had arrived to take its place. Ellie had felt extremely embarrassed about the whole thing — for no particular reason, really. You were an adult, she was an adult, and you'd both been really careful not to be too loud about it.
Still, it flustered her slightly. Doing it in your house while your mom and dad were there just felt wrong to her, even though you clearly didn't share that concern with her, not even a little.
You were still standing there, half inside the house and half hidden by the doorframe, smiling at her like nothing had happened.
Behind you, the house was cool and dim, the fan humming faintly somewhere down the hallway. A gentle drift of cool air brushed Ellie's face, while behind her the last warmth of the afternoon sun settled against her nape.
It was either that, or the embarrassment creeping up her neck. Hard to tell.
Ellie cleared her throat, suddenly finding the cracked paint on your doorframe unbelievably interesting.
It didn't help, because her eyes wandered back to you almost immediately. Her gaze drifted from your face down to your shoulder.
With your hair up and the thin straps of your dress, they were almost bare, and the afternoon sun caught the tiny flecks of gold from whatever glittery lotion you'd put on, making them sparkle as you moved.
Before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers were brushing against the left strap, lightly tracing it from where it sat on your shoulder downward, following the line of it.
You paused mid-sentence as her fingertips brushed your skin. "What are you doing?" you asked, smiling softly.
"Nothing.”
“Mhm," you hummed, completely unconvinced.
She didn't even think about it before leaning in. Her forehead bumped lightly against your shoulder first, and then she turned her head and pressed her lips to your bare skin.
They lingered there for a beat longer than she'd meant to. As her forehead pressed against the curve of your shoulder, her eyes closed, just for a second.
"You look very pretty today," she murmured against you, though she was not entirely sure you could hear her.
It was a hopeless sentence. Pretty wasn't nearly enough of a word anymore.
Ellie couldn't remember when compliments had become so frightening to say aloud. They always sounded so embarrassingly small compared to what she actually meant.
A moment passed before you answered. "...Just today?" Then, your fingers found the small bun at the back of her head. "So every other day I look ugly?"
Ellie's lips twitched into a smile against your skin before pressing one more small kiss to the same spot. “I didn't say that.”
Your fingers closed around her bun, and then you gently tugged it until she lifted her face from your shoulder. "Okay, but you implied it."
"I didn't imply anything."
"You kind of did." You were fully smiling now, not even pretending not to enjoy this. "You only said it today. That's implying something, Ellie."
Clearly, you were about to settle in for this argument like you had all the time in the world to win it. Which you did not have all the time in the world. You were already running late.
She knew she needed to leave and that you also needed to leave, matter of fact, judging by the sounds coming from somewhere deeper in the house, like your mom calling your name with increasing urgency.
Ellie groaned, cutting you off before you could keep digging the hole she'd accidentally fallen into.
"Shush," Ellie said, as her thumb pressed into one cheek while her fingers gently squished the other, just enough to make your lips pout.
The words died in your throat immediately. You tried to look offended, but it was difficult with Ellie still holding your face like that. Instead, you looked kind of adorable with your brows furrowed and your lips pouty, feigning indignation.
She gave it a quick peck, right in the center of it. "Okay," she said, pulling back. "Gimme another kiss and I'll be on my way."
“Oh my god. You're so romantic.”
"Yeah, well. I'm on a schedule, so...”
"You know," you said as both of her hands settled on either side of your face again, "I don't appreciate you being this bossy. What happened to asking before you kissed me?”
Ellie rolled her eyes, though she was smiling too, and leaned in again. Your lips touched, just barely. This time there wasn't any teasing or talking, just the quiet little moment of your foreheads brushing before your noses bumped together again.
Before Ellie could steal the kiss she'd spent the last ten minutes trying to get, something heavy barreled into both of you.
The noise that escaped her against your mouth was not remotely romantic.
A familiar blur of golden fur wedged itself shamelessly between the two of you, nearly knocking Ellie sideways before planting both front paws against her hip.
"Mikey," you laughed. “What are you doing?”
When she looked down, Mikey looked up at her, completely unbothered by what he'd just interrupted. He looked, in fact, quite pleased with himself. His tail was whipping so enthusiastically that his entire back half seemed to wiggle with it.
He'd gotten so huge.
Little remained of the tiny puppy he used to be, and Ellie hadn't even noticed it happening. Seeing him every week had made the change almost invisible, but over the last few months he'd stopped being the puppy who fit in your arms and turned into... this.
Still a baby, according to you. A baby who was absolutely convinced every ounce of your affection belonged to him and him only.
She didn't even let go of your face.
Your hands were still wrapped loosely around her wrists, keeping her exactly where she was, while she stared down at him for a second. "Fuck off, Mikey.”
You looked down too, following Ellie's gaze, before immediately breaking into a smile. "Don't be rude to him."
Ellie looked back at you, an incredulous expression on her face. "He's literally cockblocking me."
"Well," you said, dropping one of your hands to scratch behind one of his ears, "You're kissing his mom. Of course he doesn't like that."
Ellie sighed the longest, most put-upon sigh imaginable. "Okay. Okay, let's just ignore him. Come here.”
"Ellie! he just wants—"
"He's fine." She kissed you again, briefly, before pulling back enough to look at you properly. "I didn't come here for him."
"That's so mean…"
Without answering, her hands found you and pulled you in.
You swayed forward with no resistance, arms rising up to loop around her neck. Ellie pressed her palms flat against the small of your back and drew you flush against her.
One of her hands wandered higher, fingertips tracing the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your dress before settling between your shoulder blades.
Ellie kissed you again, slower this time.
Your mouths found each other with the easy familiarity that only came from spending far too much time kissing each other these past few weeks. You tilted your head almost instinctively, and the kiss deepened just enough.
Her breath caught halfway through the kiss.
It itched somewhere beneath her ribs, the familiar ache that arrived whenever her heart got ahead of the rest of her. For one clumsy second, she almost forgot how to kiss you back.
Her lips missed yours by the smallest fraction when she tried to follow your mouth, earning the quietest laugh against her lips.
Still, her arms refused to loosen. She even pulled you just a little closer on instinct, even when there wasn't an inch left to steal.
Just closer, until your heartbeat blurred into hers. Until the world outside your embrace became little more than background noise.
When you finally pulled back, it was barely. Just enough that your lips weren't touching but your foreheads still were.
"You should go. You're gonna be late." you said against her mouth.
"Yeah."
Yet, she didn't move. Neither did you.
Your hands were still curled into the fabric of her shirt like you were keeping her there. Like she was going anywhere.
But she had to go somewhere, so she finally pulled back.
You followed, unwinding your arms from her neck. You reached up and fixed the collar of her shirt instead. "You really don't want to come? I know you don't know anyone but…"
For one stupid second, Ellie imagined saying yes. Sitting beside you in the car and letting your mom tease her while your dad pretended not to, as always.
The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it'd come.
Not only did she have to study, but she was also sweaty and underdressed. Beneath all those perfectly reasonable excuses, though, was the real one.
What was she to you?
What would she be to you when all these people looked at the two of you and asked? What was she supposed to say if someone asked?
She didn't know. She didn't know what you'd say. She didn't know what she was. Whatever this was still didn't have a name, so the thought of standing in a room full of people who might ask that question while she had no answer for it… Yeah, no.
"Nah. I have to study," Ellie said. Part truth, part lie.
You pouted, clearly quietly disappointed but without trying to weaponize it.
"Okay..."
"Hey," she said quietly. "I'd go if I could. You know I would."
"Yeah, I know," you said, in the voice that matched the pout. "I just—"
Ellie looked at it for exactly as long as she could stand it… which was two seconds.
Then, she kissed it. Once, softly. It stayed. So, she kissed it again. And again. Little kisses right to the center of your bottom lip, then the top one. Then the corner of your mouth, until she felt them twitch helplessly.
A giggle escaped out of you before you could stop it, bubbling up and breaking whatever face you'd been trying to hold.
"Stop," you said, still giggling.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "We can go get ice cream if you want.”
She saw the small disappointment ease a little. "I would really like that."
"Then it's settled. Text me when you get back?"
You smiled. "You text me when you get home. It's getting dark."
"I'll be fine."
"Text me anyway."
She would, obviously. She'd text you the second she walked in the door and probably twice more before going to bed.
Ellie let out the longest sigh she'd breathed all afternoon.
Her gaze finally dropped to the notebook still lying abandoned on the doorstep, exactly where it'd slipped from her hands.
So much for in and out.
She bent to pick it up and tucked it back beneath her arm. Then she took one step backward, then another.
Her backpack hung from one shoulder again, notebook tucked securely beneath her arm this time. She pointed a finger at you.
"Have fun," she said. "Tell your cousin happy birthday."
You pointed right back at her. "Don't study too hard."
"I won't."
"Eat something."
"I will."
"You better!”
As a response, Ellie lifted one hand awkwardly and gave you a thumbs up as she finally turned around, before she could embarrass herself any further.
She made it halfway down the walkway before risking one last glance over her shoulder.
Your ponytail was slightly crooked from all the kissing and your lip gloss thoroughly ruined thanks to her.
Still leaning against the doorframe, you raised your own thumb in return.
Ellie walked home with a sheepish grin and the faint taste of caramel kiss still in her lips.
summary ; a stream of consciousness where i brain dump my idea of knight!ellie
warnings ; lack of structure/true plot, ending not 100% proofread, suggestive content hinted at if you squint really hard that your eyes end up closed
— Knight!Ellie who you meet during the ceremony where she's sworn in before you, and your family.
The incline your shoes had you standing on caused your heels to ache as you listened to the prime minister drone on with the names of the newly aquatinted knights. One by one, they strode before your father, then your mother, and lastly, you; a kiss being placed on the back of your hand for respect.
You were sure you were going to fall asleep standing up as the minsters voice echoed through the stone church to all the half-listening ears of the patrons within until it was her turn.
Auburn hair tied messily into a low bun, and her green eyes hidden behind lids so low you wondered if she were as bored as you. Standing as tall as she could muster, she weaseled down the isles once her name was called where avoiding meeting the eyes of your family the whole walk up.
Your mouth dried, and your corset suddenly felt tighter than your maids had fastened it. Leaning forward to glance past your mother, you watched eagerly as she recited the century old oath before your father with an awkwardness that didn't match the armor on her shoulders, nor the hardness within her forest eyes. Then, she stepped before your mother; the practiced delivery of the sacred promise following a gentle kiss to the hand.
Once she stood before you, it felt as if the air in your lungs decided returning was entirely optional. Her eyes seemed to widen a bit as she took you in, her pink lips parting for a breath just for nothing to escape them while she looked you over.
With a quick blink, she shook her head and reached for you hand just as all her previous peers had done,
"I swear under oath that I will protect, and defend your family with my life, Your Highness," she repeated the phrase just as they had as well, but something about her promise felt more personal. Felt as if it were a promise made for just you two. She slowly brought your hand to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours, as she pressed a soft kiss to your hand.
You finally let out a breath you couldn't find before as licked your lips before saying your part of the script: "Thank you for your sacrifice, Lady Williams."
She flashed you a tight smile, and you could've sworn her fair cheeks flushed the softest shade of pink as she dipped her head to turn away.
You knew she'd be trouble when you gave a final glance at her as she returned to her seat to catch her turning away from looking back at your from over her shoulder.
— Knight!Ellie who you've managed to run into at every moment since that first meeting.
Walking through your castle didn't seem to have the same lulling affect when any other turn to house the infamous knight.
She'd be stationed near the front doors, at the bottom of stairs, along the garden walls, the entrance to the gardens, stables, offices—everywhere!
Standing tall and eyes ahead like every other knight until you turned the corner. Sometimes, your heels gave you away with the soft, quickened pace of your walking as you hurried along to your destination. Other times, Ellie could swear she could catch a hint of your perfumes. The faint trace of it along the halls before you showed, and much after you left, made her shifts that much more bearable.
You were intentional to hide how much her presence was a welcoming surprise, not wanting to get her into too much trouble, but you were never good at hiding your smile upon seeing her along those walls.
Unfortunately, Ellie was just as bad at hiding her reactions to seeing you, as well. Her shoulders seemed to relax as she gave you that same shy smile and nod of acknowledgment before her gaze bashfully landed anywhere that wasn't you.
It wasn't until you caught her tucked away hear the stables that you decided to give her a hard time. And maybe the lack of eyes fueled your confidence just a smidge.
"You spyin' on me, Williams?" you playfully teased her with a coy smile as you glided past her in search of your horse.
She laughed softly as she shook her head, her formation falling as she turned to give you her undivided attention, not knowing how long she'd have this opportunity. "No, I'm just… working," the red head blushed as she gestured loosely at the barn you two stood within.
You hummed softly as you looked her over with an amused smirk. Stepping over to the saddles, you looked back over your shoulder to see Ellie failing at subtly watching you as her hands stayed clasped behind her back and she attempted to look busy keeping watch.
"If you're not too busy 'working', maybe you could help me with one of these saddles?" you asked as you adjusted your riding pants.
More than eager to help, Ellie jogged over with a muttered 'of course' as she took down the saddle and followed you to your horse. You two shared light small talk as Ellie situated the riding supply onto your animal and even helped lift you on.
Your leg swung over in one swoop as she lifted you with seeming ease. You whistled softly as you grabbed at the reins around your horse. "You're as strong as you look, Williams," you smiled down at her, placing your feet within the stirrups.
"Uh—um, thank you," Ellie stammered shyly as she looked down at your horse to hide her growing smile.
You giggled softly as you let her lead you, and your horse, out to the fields. With that, you made a mental note to visit the stables more often.
— Knight!Ellie being the knight your father assigns to your side for safety
When an attack was attempted at your castle, your father insisted all measures of protection were instilled. While it was nothing more than a failed attempt to sneak past the guards to make it past the entrance of the gates, the confidence to act on it was how you ended up standing before your father as he introduced you and Ellie to one another.
"Just for an extra pair of eyes on you," he explained as he stood between you two.
"Williams is one of the best, so who better to watch over you than her?" he clasped a proud hand onto her shoulder as Ellie smiled awkwardly while attempting to avoid your eye contact.
You smiled to yourself as you looked the knight over, your head tilting as you attempted to catch her gaze for a moment.
"I think she'll do just fine," you praised her softly, glad the universe forced you both together inconspicuously.
— Knight!Ellie who can barely stand being your personal knight
She follows you from a close distance in the garden as you stop every so often to take in the hundreds of flowers planted for your enjoyment. The breeze is soothing after being stuck within the castle walls attending all your events and duties for the day. She's caught up in watching a flock of birds fly overhead that she doesn't notice you approaching her until she feels your hands.
She staggers back out of habit as you fiddle with the family crest embedded on her armor to tuck a dainty, white flower beneath it.
Her face reddens as you stand so close, like it weren't a threat to her job if anyone were to walk past and see such an intimate exchange. Not a trace of anxiety was etched over your features, and you almost seemed to smile faintly at the way Ellie stiffened under your touch.
"There," you said after forever, tapping her chest plate lightly, and took in your work. The flower barely stuck in place, and its stem was shredded a bit from your forceful placement, but the effort made up for its presentation.
Ellie watched the flower for a beat before she lifted her head to speak, "Your Highness—"
"You are banned from calling me by my title," you cut her off with a dramatic groan and roll of your eyes. It's been almost two months since your father assigned her to your side, and Ellie has still refused to drop all formalities despite your permission.
The green eyed girl blink before she pursed her lips in mild annoyance. "And what am I meant to call you?"
"You could always start with my name, you know," you took a tempting step into her personal space, looking at her with a daring glint in your eyes.
Her lips separated, then came together, and repeated a few times. You went against every thing she was taught about royalty, and part of her worried this were a test of her self control that she was one comment away from failing.
But your eyes seemed so genuine, and your actions were made with such intention that she felt foolish letting an opportunity like this slip.
From that day forward, Ellie called you by your given name.
— Knight!Ellie who could never forget the night everything changed between you two
The ballroom was alive with the melodic plucking of string and wind instruments as couples whirled around in circles on the dance floor. Your feet ached as you nursed a drink in your hands while watching unamused at your company enjoy the night.
Ellie stood tall just behind you, watching diligently ahead for any signs of danger, or suspicion. She'd be lying if she said she enjoyed spending her nights watching other people socialize, though, it didn't truly matter in her eyes considering she'd still be on the wall even if it weren't her job to do so.
In the midst of her dutiful surveying, Ellie couldn't help but notice your hand coming up to fan your face, which wouldn't have been much to pick up on if it weren't followed by you sighing heavily and handing your drink off to the nearest server.
"Are you alright?" she leaned towards you to ask lowly, her eyes taking a break from the crowd before her to focus on you.
You nodded slowly before looking over your shoulder at her. "I'm fine, I just think I need to return to my room a bit early."
And she wasted no time relaying your request to your mother and father who happily thanked Ellie for escorting you away and wishing you to feel better once you were away from the festivities of the night.
You both made the journey through the various halls and staircases to your bedroom a few floors above. Ellie politely opened your doors for you and let you walk inside, and started to turn to make her way back to the ball.
"You're not leaving already, are you?" your voice caused her brows to raise in slight surprise as she turned around to see you staring at her expectantly.
She glanced sideways towards your door she still had opened before straightening her posture and nodding once in your direction.
"No… sorry. Did you need anything else?" she asked tentatively, her cheeks burning in embarrassment that she came across as rude, or eager to escape your presence.
You smiled softly at her bashfulness as you made your way towards your vanity. You leaned against the back of the chair before you gestured with your head for Ellie to enter your room further.
"They wound my corset too tight and there's no way I'll be able to get out of it on my own," you lazily reached for the back of your dress to no avail.
The request seemed simple enough: loosen your dress so you could change. Ellie could do that. But there was something about the smile you gave her that made her glance at the door one last time before slowly making her way over to you.
Ellie's fingers worked nimbly to loosen the strings so you could remove the dress easier. She was sure not to linger so you wouldn't get the wrong idea, and with a final tug from behind you, she awkwardly cleared her throat as she took a few steps back.
"There you go," she muttered under her breath as her hands clasped behind her back. She kept her eyes low as your lower back was now slightly exposed to her, the slim peek of your skin making her cheeks glow red.
She watched as your feet turned to show you were now facing her. Her green eyes met yours from underneath her wispy lashes and her lips pursed awkwardly as you continued to walk towards her, closing the distance between you both.
Ellie felt herself tense beneath all of her armor as you both began watching one another. You weren't hiding the way your gaze unabashedly fell to her lips, your own carrying a giddy grin that showed your teeth.
Just as Ellie went to ask why you were staring at her, she felt your mouth on hers. Her eyes widened slightly as she came to realize the situation at hand and quickly pulled away, her hands falling to your waist. She couldn't quite tell in the moment if it was for her own stability, or yours.
"Wha—What was that for?" she shook her head as she laughed nervously, her gaze switching between you, and your door.
It was your turn to feel slightly embarrassed now. Had you truly misread every stolen glance, sneaky smile, and flirty comment that badly? You let your hands come down on top of hers and made an attempt to step back, an apology on the tip of your tongue.
"No, wait," Ellie started, her hands tightening around your waist to keep you in place. "I, uh… I was just caught off guard," she met your eyes again, silently praying her surprise hadn't ruined the moment, and her chances.
You watched her face for any sign of discomfort, and seen nothing but flustered want. Slowly, you let yourself smile again as your hand came up to her face to bring your lips together in another kiss.
That night, she absolutely helped you remove your dress.
if the ending feels hella rushed, it's bc i wrote it just to finish it bc i meant to upload this almost two weeks ago now (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
An awkward loser crushing on her coworker with no hope of reciprocation...or maybe there is hope?
CW: meandom reader, pathetic sub ellie; no actual sex, thigh grinding, lots of degradation
Ellie was a total loser, a worn out hoodie, silly dinosaur boxers slightly sticking out of her pants, glasses falling off her nose, headphones always in.
She was so socially awkward she avoided any unnecessary interaction at work. Clock in, sit at her desk, clock out. That's how it was supposed to be...only if it weren't for her pathetic little work crush! Why do you have to be so nice and sweet to everyone? Why do you always have to smile when you greet her? Why does your ass look so good in those pencil skir...? Wait, that's not right; her feelings were pure! Save for that one time she literally jerked off in the office bathroom after seeing those black lacy stockings peek out from under one of your pencil skirts... You were surely teasing her by now!!
"Okay, get back on track, Ellie. She's way out of your league," Ellie told herself.
She's never even attempted to make a move for fear of being rejected. That's how it's always been, distancing herself from everyone else so she doesn't get hurt.
It was a boring day at work. Ellie sat alone at lunch as always, wired headphones in, munching on her shoddy sandwich. All was going well until she got lost in thought and some of the sauce dribbled down onto her spiderman hoodie. Oh no! It was her favorite hoodie. Sure, it already had a few small stains that just won't come off, and the threads were sticking out all over the fabric, but the loser still loved it.
She rushed to the bathroom, wanting to wash the stain off, but when she opened the door, she stopped dead in her tracks.
It was you, standing in front of the mirror. Your hair in a high ponytail, white button-up undone at the top, down to your ample cleavage. And of course that cheeky pencil skirt that drove Ellie mad!
She felt her cheeks warm up, silently staring like a perv as you applied your lip gloss. You didn't even notice her, focused on your perfect reflection in the mirror as you adjusted your makeup. When you were done, you turned to leave but saw one of your coworkers at the door, just staring in your direction. Oh yeah...It was that awkward nerd that always kept to herself that you greeted out of pity sometimes.
"What are you staring at?" You sneered, not a hint of that cheerful tone you usually spoke with in it.
"I-I'm sorry, I just, umm...came here to wash a stain off my hoodie," Ellie stuttered out, avoiding your gaze. She adjusted her nerdy glasses nervously as they kept falling off her face.
You noticed Ellie's nervousness, the way she stumbled over her words and fidgeted, and you got a wicked idea. Coming up closer, your patent-leather heels clicking on the marble, you stopped right in front of her.
"Why can't you look me in the eye? I'm talking to you." You said with a barely suppressed smirk as you pressed your body against hers.
Ellie gasped, heart beating wildly, cheeks rosy. Why were you being so mean? Was your sweet persona just an act? She didn't know how to react...and why were you so close?? The proximity was too much for the virgin loser in front of you.
"I'm sorry! You're just so...so..." Ellie muttered as she looked up to meet your gaze. Your brows were furrowed in disgust, but was there a...smirk on your face? Were you teasing her?
"So what? Can't even form a proper sentence? And what is that stain? Are you 5? " You asked, pressing your long nail into her hoodie HARD.
Ellie whimpered, immediately cursing herself for the pathetic little sound. But it was only the beginning; you started dragging your manicured nails along the fabric, making her squirm.
It was a pleasant sensation for Ellie, but she couldn't understand your behavior. Why were you even touching a dork like her? Was she allowed to touch back? Without thinking, Ellie raised up her shaky hands and planted them at your waist, looking up at you like a kicked puppy.
"Sorry..." Ellie squeaked out as she noticed your condescending expression. She didn't let go, though, just bracing for your reaction.
"Fucking loser. Who said you could touch?"
"I'm sorryyyy." Ellie whined as she fully wrapped her arms around your waist, her face in your shoulder. It's unfair; you smelled so nice and felt so good in her arms, but you were being so mean!
You pushed her back against the bathroom wall, making her whine.
"I said I didn't give you permission to touch, you virgin!" You said as you squished her cheeks together, your long nails digging into the flesh.
Ellie felt tears well up in her eyes at your demeaning words and the pain in her cheeks. But she also felt weirdly...aroused, rubbing her thighs together pathetically. Her silly dino-print boxers were totally drenched! She prayed you didn't notice...
But of course you did, your hand falling off her face, eyes zeroing in on her crotch.
"Don't tell me you're getting off to this," you chuckled in disbelief as you leaned in to whisper into her ear:
"Want me to touch you, baby? Make it feel better?" You said in a softer tone.
Ellie melts, feeling herself getting needier at the nickname. She didn't even care that the two of you were in the office bathroom and anyone could come in at any second.
"P-please...doll," she attempted to call you a sweet name in return. That's how she would call you if you were her girlfriend anyway.
"Don't get too excited, nerd." You chuckled as you pressed your knee into her crotch, making her mewl in pleasure...literally.
Ellie began to mindlessly grind on your knee. She was truly on cloud nine; she just wished she could take off her pants and boxers and grind on you raw...
You looked at Ellie with a slight smirk as she shamelessly ground on your knee. She looked up at you hopefully, eyes watery, mouth slightly open, her hands still clutching your waist tightly.
Her looking so pathetically cute, you were almost considering shoving her into one of the stalls and slipping your pretty hand into her loser boxers and just...
Suddenly you heard some footsteps in the hall and removed your knee off her crotch. You sighed, you couldn't be seen here with this dork, your reputation would be ruined.
"Later, loser. Have fun masturbating in one of the stalls..again," you chuckled, walking out of the bathroom.
Wait..have you known of her little bathroom endeavor all this time? Well, never mind; there were more pressing issues at hand.
Ellie's knees felt like jelly; she didn't expect you to leave so abruptly. How could you just walk away when she was so close? She had half a mind to run after you and beg you to let her use your knee or maybe even your...shoe to get off.
Ellie, of course, did none of that. She was still the same socially awkward loser so she sighed and walked into the stall, locking it. She still felt so confused about what had just happened. Were you into her or just making fun of her..?
Well, on the bright side, Ellie had so much more material to jerk off to now!
Dana who puts her fingers in your mouth or Dana who spits in your mouth I’m a firm believer this woman is a late in life lesbian who’s a FREAKKK thank youu
FUCK YEAHHHH give me divorced, newly-out-lesbian dana who's actually filthy and discovering what she wants during sex omg | 18+ this is filth
dana was an absolute freak in the bedroom. she hadn't always been, or maybe she had and just never had the opportunity to showcase it. not with the string of boyfriends back in her teens followed by one long thirty year marriage. either way, divorce gave dana a fresh perspective on life.
she managed to get to the cusp of sixty before realising she liked women. her first ever experience actually being on her 58th birthday with some stranger taking her home after too many gin and tonics. it awoke something in dana. the discovery that sex could be dirty without shame, that multiple orgasms were not in fact a myth and eating pussy isn't a chore but a privilege.
she never saw that woman again but if she did, she'd thank her.
because it was that awakening that landed you in her bed. back arched, tits glistening in a sheen of sweat, writhing beneath her touch. you were desperate for her, wet from the second you caught eye contact through the haze of a dance floor. she'd been out celebrating a friends birthday when you walked in. all pretty n dolled up.
it was dana that struck up conversation and bought the first drink. it was her hand that made its way onto your thigh as you sat snugly in a booth beside the bar. but it was you that asked if she lived nearby and offered to walk her home.
that only led to the two of you being pressed up against a stone wall, engaging in a make out session not fit for public viewing.
"come inside?" she'd panted against your mouth, lips wet and pink.
you'd accepted way too quickly. completely caught up in a dana-drunk haze, you don't remember walking into her house or removing your shoes nor do you remember being dragged up the stairs and stripped naked. but it was the moment she sunk two nimble fingers into your dripping cunt that stuck with you. how her face mirrored yours, mouth falling into an 'o' on the first curl of her knuckles.
"god, you're something else baby" she mumbled against your neck when you'd cried out her name, pussy clenching around her digits. she fucked you so hard, your mind went blank, fuzzy and white, a sky of little stars behind your eyes. "so fuckin wet oh my god" she whined, pulling out her cum covered fingers and inspecting the glisten coating her nails.
"want you to taste it"
"dana- fuck" at this point you were sure she could dirty talk you straight through another orgasm. again and again. words dripping from her lips in that thick accent, making every statement feel like an order.
she danced her wet finger tips along your bottom lip, coating the skin with your own arousal. you opened at her touch, tongue coming out to lick them clean as she worked her fingers against the flat of your tongue. as soon as she curled two inside, you started to suck, taking her all the way to the knuckle until she was practically fucking your mouth.
you moaned sloppily, saliva pooling at the corners and dripping to collect at your chin. you could tell this was working for her by the way she was rolling against your thigh all of a sudden, hips loose and desperate.
"christ thats good" she breathed. "doin so good f'me" your thighs clenched at the praise as her fingers worked your mouth all hot and messy.
"wanna taste me now?"
you mumbled something, sound garbled against her fingers.
"yeah?"
you nodded, pulling her out of you with a pop and gasp for air, begging a "please"
she pushed you til you were flush against the mattress, hovering above with hands either side of your head.
"open"
you repeated your actions earlier, mouth opening and tongue lying flat as she leant over you. she pursed her lips, hollowed her cheeks out and let a bead of spit fall directly into your mouth.
god, the taste of her.
your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as you lapped it over your tongue, savouring it, losing her completely inside you.
she could tell you wanted more.
"yeah, you like that?" she smirked when you nodded, eagerly. "you want it on that pretty pussy?"
you said yes by moaning all too loudly, biting down on your lip as she teased a trail down your thighs, feather light touch of fingertips and lips. then she got between your legs, the ghost of breath hot against your cunt. this time she didn't treat it like your mouth, pulling your legs apart with conviction and spitting harshly on your slit. her thumb came to rub it into your folds until your clit was glistening and you were coming with her name on your lips.
she made you cum five times that evening and you drew three hard ones from her.
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you and sevika became friends after she helped you to heal the wing that she accidentally hurt. now you’re both attracted to each other, and you’d decided to take the initiative. ✶ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: werewolf!sevika, fairy!reader, pwp, clit fucking, bigclit!sevika, fisting (s receiving), cunnilingus, squirting, tribbing, switch!sevika, switch!reader, size kink, sevika has both arms here. ✶ ̟
the gentle glow of the afternoon sun illuminated the mossy ground, casting soft beams of light through the canopy of tall trees that filled the forest. and it was in one of those trees that you were.
magically shrunk down to your tiny fairy form, wearing a dress you’d crafted yourself from sturdy leaves, cotton, and a few human trinkets secretly swiped from their village, you were gathering small red berries and placing them into a little basket.
suddenly, a large shadow loomed over you, darkening the area around you. instead of getting frightened, you sighed and rolled your eyes as you felt warm breath against your back.
“sevika, you don’t scare me anymore. it’s useless.”
she let out an annoyed huff and a click of tongue, abandoning the pose she had intended to use to startle you.
“i liked you better when i could scare you at any moment.”
you couldn’t help the small, sided smile playing on your lips.
once you finished gathering the fruit, you turned toward her, fluttering your translucent wings to land on the tip of the branch and settle there, facing sevika directly.
sevika was a magnificent specimen of a woman. standing an impressive 2.60 meters tall, she possessed a goddess physique mostly covered in sleek, wavy dark brown fur, piercing gray eyes, long claws, and heightened senses far beyond those of any an ordinary human, not to mention the beautiful, terrifying, and deadly fangs in her mouth.
to anyone else, she would have seemed a threat at first glance, but anyone lucky enough to survive an encounter with her during a full moon would realize she wasn’t bad at all. not even close, actually. despite her usually withdrawn and gruff demeanor, she was cool. quiet, yet she spoke when necessary. territorial and protective, but gentle when the moment called for it. no wonder she had looked after you when she’d accidentally nearly crushed you while chasing illegal hunters through the forest, helping you recover from a damaged wing. now, you were friends. even if she take a long time to admit it.
sevika sat down, her bare back resting against the trunk of the tree you were in, and you watched her from your branch.
she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, simply enjoying the calm afternoon breeze. rhe rise and fall of her breathing made her bare breasts—the left one bearing visible, old scars—move slowly, and you swallowed hard at the sight.
it wasn’t that nudity was anything new to magical creatures like you, but there was something about gazing at her body that went beyond the chaste admiration you felt when seeing other beings that way.
your wings beat, slowly lowering you to the ground. you set the basket down and flew over to her, settling onto her thigh; you quickly and with practiced ease looked away when you realized just how close you were to her groin. sevika opened one eye and gazed at your bare back, watching your raised wings.
“is everything okay?” the werewolf asked cautiously.
“yeah. why wouldn’t it be?” you replied, somewhat distracted, your gaze fixed on a random flower.
“don’t know. it’s just that you usually talk more when we meet up.”
at that, you let out a low chuckle from deep in your throat, raising both eyebrows in a smug, teasing expression as you turned to look her straight in the eye.
“mm, do you miss me so much that you can’t stand not hearing my voice, is that it?”
sevika’s expression shifted from slight concern to scorn in seconds. the werewolf scoffed and glanced away toward the trees, shaking her head in disapproval.
“you’re insufferable. did you know that?”
you simply hummed softly in response—a sound of satisfaction characteristic of fairies—and turned your gaze forward again, missing the moment sevika took the chance to look at your back once more.
the truth was, she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off you for a while now. she was drawn to you, and the embarrassment burned hot in her chest when she realized it, weeks ago.
damn it, you were a fairy barely a foot tall, living your life happily and undisturbed long before she ever showed up. why would you ever reciprocate the sexual attraction (it was something more than that, though she certainly wouldn’t admit it even to herself) felt by a creature larger than anything ever seen before, covered in battle scars and deemed aggressive by everyone else? ridiculous.
“sevika.” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts instantly.
luckily, you hadn’t turned around before speaking, so she had a moment to stop staring at your back.
“what is it now?”
“have you ever slept with anyone?”
what the hell was that.
“...excuse me?”
you swallowed hard and cleared your throat, feeling your face heat up, your heart pounding wildly, and your wings fluttering slightly with anxiety. but you weren’t going to back down.
if you had looked, you would have seen how flushed her cheeks were and the adorable way she couldn’t quite close her mouth, stunned by the question.
“i asked if you’ve ever had sex with anyone,” you repeated, already losing patience.
“okay, okay. i got it the first time. was just... shocked. but yeah, i’ve slept with some people.” silence. “haven’t you?”
“yes,” you replied. too quickly. “and... were they, like, your size? the creatures you were with.”
she paused to think about it, recalling the partners she’d found to help ease the pain of her rut since that was the only time she sought the warmth of another woman.
“well, mostly. i’ve been with other werewolves, a really tall vampire, a gargoyle—”
“you’ve been with a gargoyle?!”
your voice came out loud and shocked; you turned fully to face her, eyes wide and wings flared. sevika let out a chuckle.
“yeah, she was just passing through and we hooked up. she was huge. i’m not exaggerating! i honestly don’t know how i survived that woman…”
you nodded slightly, shock fading as you returned to the core of your question. you bit the inside of your cheek, thoughtful.
“so you have a type, then? someone your size or bigger.”
“mmm, i guess you could say that. but i wouldn’t mind experimenting with smaller creatures.”
“how much smaller?”
sevika stared straight at you now, eye to eye. you maintained a determined expression—clearly forcing yourself not to look away or shy away from the topic—while your heart pounded so hard it was almost alarming.
she watched you, one eyebrow slightly raised and her eyes fixed on you in a mix of mild confusion and sudden realization. she called your name, and that alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.
“whatndo you want with this?”
with a soft sigh, you remained silent but moved to stand on her thigh, using your hands to start slipping off your dress. sevika’s eyes went wide, and she nearly froze in place.
“what are you—”
as soon as you were naked, you barely gave her time to process it before your body was enveloped in a soft, yellowish glow. it lasted a few seconds, until your form began to grow and grow. sevika remained still in the face of the magic, surprised but not frightened, making no move to get up before seeing everything.
when the glow faded, her breath hitched audibly.
you were still you, just much bigger now, though “much bigger” is a bit of an understatement; you were still real short compared to her, but at least you were the height of an average human or some other creature out there. your entire body had adapted to this size, making it perfect for sitting on her lap and holding onto her shoulders.
sevika let out a long, impressed whistle, her gaze traveling from your face down to your feet without a hint of shame. you held her gaze, even though you wanted to bury yourself in the nearest hole. perhaps in her hole.
“didn’t know you could do that.”
“there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“oh really? mind showing me?”
sevika placed her hand on your waist, giving it a light squeeze and a gentle tug to pull you closer. you didn’t resist or hesitate, even though the movement caused your bare pussy to drag against her thigh, making you let out a faint gasp.
she arched an eyebrow, and a smug smile played across her pretty face, making you frown.
ignoring your indignant look, sevika let her eyes roam over your body again, this time shamelessly focusing exactly where she wanted to look. her gaze lingered on your breasts for a few seconds, watching them rise and fall slowly with your steady breathing. then, her eyes traveled down to your intimate area. fully covered in curly hair, annuntrimmed bush, though still smaller than the mess she sported herself. there was also a happy trail leading up to your navel. cute.
you pressed your legs together slightly, unsure if it was out of arousal or an attempt to shield yourself from her gaze.
“so, little fairy, how long have you been thinking so much about who i sleep with? hmm?” sevika whispered as she leaned close to your ear, trailing a lick from the curve of your neck up to the back of your pointed ear. your next breath came out shaky, and you gripped her shoulder, trying to steady yourself.
but you weren’t going to let her get the upper hand, absolutely not.
“ever since i noticed the way you stare at my ass when my dress rides up,” you shot back, turning your head just enough to look her in the eye.
sevika’s grayish eyes widened for a moment before a satisfied laugh escaped her, revealing her sharp fangs.
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sevika took you to her cabin, a safe haven she had built in the woods. far enough away from humans and the routes hunters usually took. hidden enough to ensure peace and privacy whenever she wanted, yet comfortable and airy enough to avoid feeling stifled.
now, you were lying on the heap of stolen human mattress meant to serve as a bed; it was comfortable enough to act as one.
the werewolf loomed over you. her massive, muscular frame contrasting sharply with your smaller body. you probably could cum just from your size difference, her huge body sending electric shocks to your core. and she was kissing you with such voracity and intensity that you were left breathless within seconds, though you were never the one to break the contact.
her large hands gripped your waist and hips possessively, while yours held tight to her shoulders. one of her legs slid between yours, pressing firmly against you. your body gave a slight jolt at the sudden contact, but as you settled into it, you shamelessly began to grind against her, moving up and down with calculated force to feel the slow friction; her thigh quickly soaked with your wetness.
“you’re so wet already.” she murmured against your mouth, her breathing already growing heavy.
“sevika…” you moaned, closing your eyes and focusing on movements that applied more pressure to your clitoris.
“c’mere.” she interrupted your movements, pulling you over with ease and shifting you slightly to the side.
sevika lay down in your spot, settling in before pulling you back, this time positioning you on top of her. it was both arousing and intimidating how effortlessly she could move you around.
you looked down at her, breathing heavily. your brows furrowed slightly when you noticed she still wore that smug look on her face.
“what?”
“nothing. i just like seeing how desperate you are for me.”
you scoffed, but a faint, subtle smile played on your lips. that idiot still knew exactly how to get under your skin.
“shut up.”
“why don’t you come shut me up? got anything that’ll keep my mouth busy?”
you bit your lower lip at this, letting out a slow breath before finally moving. in an instant, your soaked pussy was hovering right over her face. sevika swore she felt dizzy as she inhaled sharply, catching your scent. so close, so ready, and so open for her. a sticky drop even dripped right onto her lips, a testament to just how aroused you were.
“well? aren’t you going to—ah!” your complaints vanished the moment sevika’s broad tongue slowly licked the entire length of your pussy, pausing to swirl firmly around your clit before she locked her mouth perfectly onto you and sucked hard.
you writhed above her, desperate to hold onto something and try to channel the sensations her darting tongue was provoking. all you had were the wooden wall in front of you and her hair, which you gripped with strength far beyond what was normal for your species.
she spent a few more agonizing minutes sucking and licking you, both of you never breaking eye contact. your eyes refused to close, despite the dizzying pleasure radiating from your core.
but, of course, she wasn’t about to stop there.
sevika lifted you slightly, barely an inch, just enough to stretch her tongue out. when she brought you back down, your eyes rolled back and you squeezed them shut as her wet, restless tongue slid into your hole.
your pussy clenched instantly, making sevika groan against you as she felt the pressure. your hips began to move in sync; you rode her face while she tried to bury herself as deep inside you as possible, moving her tongue with precision.
“s—sevika… oh, i… fuck, you—right there! right there!”
you could barely string a single sentence together, and knowing she was eliciting that reaction from you made sevika realize just how much she herself was leaking. how much her own pussy ached in anticipation.
kept her thrusts focused on the spot you’d indicated, holding you steady as your legs began to tremble violently, your body started to jerk and spasm, and your wings fluttered frantically. within seconds, you arched your back and clamped your legs tightly around her head, unable to even catch your breath as you came hard in her mouth.
sevika pressed harder with her hands to pry your legs open, not so she could breathe better, though she was likely close to getting lightheaded from the lack of air—honestly, passing out while being smothered by your legs and pussy wouldn’t have been the worst way to go—but to snap you back to reality so you’d breathe again.
“hey, little fairy. breathe.” one of her hands moved up to cup your face and draw your attention, and it worked.
you released the breath you’d been holding at the height of your orgasm, gasping sharply to steady yourself.
once you regained your composure, your eyes slowly opened; your vision was slightly blurred from the tears that had welled up while your eyelids were squeezed shut.
“you okay?” she asked, her voice a little deeper than usual.
“yeah… yeah, i am.” you let out a long, breathless laugh. “you’re actually pretty good at this.”
sevika rolled her eyes and smiled, holding back a retort to your teasing when she saw the way you were looking at her now.
there was still so much lust and energy in your gaze that, for a split second, sevika felt like she was the prey this time.
“what are you planning?”
you didn’t answer with words; instead, you moved lower, slowly at first, as your legs were still heavy and trembling from the climax, but fully determined in your intent. sevika swallowed hard and moved with you, shifting into a seated position against the wall and keeping her shapely legs spread open.
the sight before you made her salivate like no one else ever had.
sevika’s pussy was absolutely drenched. her hole clenched around empty, her huge clit was fully exposed, twitching.
“holy shit, you’re so beautiful,” you murmured, practically in awe of her.
sevika would have loved to pretend she didn’t feel shy and even more aroused by the compliment, by the look in your shining eyes and your parted lips, but it was hard to hide the flush rising in her cheeks and the way her pussy involuntarily clenched tighter this time.
you settled in closer to her, and shedding any remaining shyness, reached a hand toward her pussy. your fingers grazed her clitoris from top to bottom, the mere contact making the werewolf shiver slightly. your hand continued downward until it reached her pulsing entrance.
trying to regain some of her confident demeanor, sevika let out a soft, teasing laugh.
“what are you going to do with those little fingers?”
“who said i’m only going to use my fingers?”
her eyes widened slightly.
“what?”
you just smiled back, ignoring her uncertainty as you lowered yourself. sevika’s gaze lingered on your arched ass for a moment before she was snapped back to reality, letting out a surprised moan as you licked her clit.
you closed your mouth around the nub and you sucked hard, keeping your lips sealed around it while running your tongue over it. lower down, your hand circled her pulsing entrance.
sevika called your name amidst low growls and gasps; her self-control was already slipping as she moved her hips, trying to press her clit deeper into your mouth and guide your hand to exactly where she needed it the most. sensing her urgency, you pulled away from her clit, catching a glimpse of the thin strand of saliva and her own juices connecting your tongue to her nub for a split second before it snapped.
“i’m coming in…” you hummed, shaping your hand into a cone and pushing inside her.
sevika groaned, eyes squeezing shut as she felt your hand slide inside. she furrowed her brows at the delicious, relentless intrusion as you pushed deeper, moving past your wrist.
she was so aroused and receptive that you slipped in easily. you paused halfway up your forearm, giving her slick insides a moment to adjust.
“is this good?”
“it’s perfect, little fairy…” you smiled with satisfaction, admiring her look of intense concentration, and then began to move your arm still slowly, sliding out to the wrist and back in to the middle of your forearm, rotating your arm.
sevika gripped the mattress beneath tightly, groaning through gritted teeth as small yet powerful tremors of pleasure rippled through her body.
the way your arm rubbed against deep, sensitive spots with a staggering contrast of gentleness and firmness left her completely lost.
“k–keep going…” was all she managed to whisper, and you certainly weren’t about to disobey.
you kept up a steady pace, and that seemed to be enough for sevika, who cared only about how deep you were and which spots you were hitting. whenever your hand or arm brushed a specific area that made her arch her back and moan, you’d focus on it again, biting your lower lip as you watched her eyes roll back before squeezing shut.
when she started thrashing, babbling incoherently, and growling more than moaning, you leaned in to lick the tip of her hard nipple without stopping the thrusting motion of your arm, almost laughing when she choked on her own saliva.
her legs trembled, and you could see the muscles tensing hard, just as you felt her pussy clamping down on your arm. the force of the contractions made it feel like she was sucking you right inside.
once she relaxed, letting out a shaky, slightly weary sigh, you carefully withdrew your arm. she just gave a faint shiver. your arm was drenched, completely slick and coated in her fluids.
“hey.” her rusky voice snapped you out of your trance. “still have energy for another round?”
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and that was how you found yourself: face down, ass up, using your own hands to spread yourself as wide as you could for her.
kneeling behind you, sevika thrust slowly against you with her own clit, fighting hard not to tremble every time she slid into your dripping heat.
neither of you could speak for a while, especially after sevika had spread your legs wider than ever, rubbing your clits together until you were both on the brink of a powerful orgasm, only to stop abruptly seconds before finally letting go.
you accidentally let go of your grip, bracing your hands on the sheets, but that wasn’t a problem for her; she let out a low growl and held you open herself, spreading you as wide as she could—enough to avoid hurting you, and enough to keep thrusting.
“feels so good… shit…” she growled, thrusting faster and trying to drive herself as deep as possible as she felt the orgasm again.
you could only moan and call her name, pressing yourself against her, drooling as you felt her clit throbbing inside you.
“i—i’m cumming—i’m… fucking… cumming! ah!”
“yeah—cum with me, little fairy.”
after four more thrusts from sevika, you both came at the same time, pressing hard against each other.
sevika rested her forehead on your sweaty back, whimpering as she rubbed against you even in the throes of orgasm, which resulted in a rapid, frenzied overstimulation. she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. not with your warm pussy against her, your smaller body trembling, and the sound of your shaky gasps filling the air.
she squirted right after, a powerful jet leaving a huge stain on the sheets beneath you, followed by smaller, uncontrolled spurts that left wet trails behind.
and finally, you were both done. truly done. there was no energy left for another round or any other ideas.
sevika traced a path of wet kisses from your back up to the nape of your neck, where she gave a light nip with her sharp fangs, making your breath hitch.
within minutes, you were lying comfortably on top of her, both with eyes closed and breathing steady and calm, feeling the familiar, comforting warmth of each other’s naked, exhausted bodies.
“never thought a fairy knew how to fuck so well.”
“like i said, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. fleabag.”
sevika gave your ass a warning smack for the new insulting nickname. it stung, but it didn't work; you just laughed and snuggled closer to her, causing her to immediately let go of her mild annoyance.
after a few seconds of peace and quiet, just when you thought you were about to drift into a deep, well-deserved sleep, she spoke again.
“hey.”
“hm?“
“do you think i could fuck you with my tongue if you were in your fairy size?”
this werewolf would be the death of you really soon. and you couldn’t imagine a better way to die.
⌇ synopsis . . . when push comes to shove both in class and in the air... it eventually gets taken to the most inappropriate of settings.
────────⊱ ⵌ 4.5k+ Gryffindor!ellie x Slytherin!reader. Golden retriever!Ellie x Black cat!reader, No use of y/n, use of pet names (princess, baby, etc.) reader is highkey moody and mad asf throughout the whole thing </3 she/her used!!!
SMUT. sub!ellie, top!reader, semi-public hate sex, some degrading, fingering e!recieving, scissoring / tribbing, edging, oral, dacryphilia if you squint, finger sucking, tit sucking, there's a mirror *wink wink*.
The tension was suffocating.
So insanely suffocating, stretching between you and Ellie Williams so tightly that words failed to capture the countless possibilities of what might happen next.
You stood on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other with such intensity it seemed you were trying to bore holes straight through one another’s heads.
A sharp expression settled naturally on your face, jaw clenched tight, while a smug little smirk tugged at Ellie’s lips at the sight of your frustration.
"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat—not a horse." Ellie interrupts you, emphasizing the mistakes of your previous answer.
"If it was from a horse, it wouldn't protect you from most poisons, but it would only protect you from poisons of the female mammals." she continues, causing your cheeks to go slightly red in embarrassment in front of your whole class.
"That's what I meant." you defend.
The professor clears his throat, “Perfect answer, Ellie! Fifty points to Gryffindor for your outstanding participation!”
Scoffs and protests rippled through the room. “What?!” Abby Anderson, your fellow Slytherin, exclaims.
“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s just unfair. We’ve been such amazing students this whole year and haven’t gotten a reward of that sort!” you protest, leaning against the desk in front of you, hands braced on the wood for support.
The professor furrowed his brows. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you supposed to be participating for rewards or for your own enrichment?” he asks, crossing his arms.
You close your eyes, drawing in a deep breath, and letting out a slow sigh. “Our enrichment,” you reluctantly admit, looking down at the floor.
Ellie, still wearing that infuriating smirk, raises her hand.
“Yes?” the professor asks, his expression softening.
“Not to sound pretentious,” Ellie began sweetly, earning a quick whip of your neck to look back up at her.
“But I’d like to add that this whole year, the Slytherin class has had a problem with accepting the actions of the higher-ups.” Her eyes gleam in the most annoying way possible, and it made you want to rip them right out of her head.
The professor lets out a breath as he nods. "Indeed... twenty point deduction from Slytherin." he says, causing most of the green-uniformed students to jump up and flail their arms around.
"No!"
"That's so unfair!"
"We didn't do anything!"
You stand straight up again, a hand going up to your face in disappointment. The bell rings, loud and booming through the school and your already throbbing head.
Students quickly begin stomping out in anger, some in victory at the newly earned and deducted points that worked in their favor.
You pick up your books, glancing at the auburn-haired girl who did the same. You stomp toward her, grabbing hold of her arm and dragging her out of the classroom.
"Hey! What are you do—" A strong shove to her chest to the bricked wall causes her books to drop from her arms.
You quickly grab your wand, pointing its barely rounded tip to the peak of her throat, her hands going up slightly in defense.
Your faces were so close, the aroma of Ellie's potent mint gum filling the air between you two. "What the fuck was that, Williams?" you interrogate, rage coursing through your veins.
"What are you talking about?" Ellie teases, causing you to drop your books. You shove her again with your now free forearm, your wand still pointing at her throat.
"Oh, fuck you, Ellie! You know what I'm talking about!" Your forearm stays right under her neck, holding her against the wall.
She smirks, her eyes darting down to your lips before quickly looking back up. You barely notice, swallowing as she begins explaining herself.
"Just wanna make sure we all play a fair game in class." she says, her arms dropping down slowly and sitting in her pant pockets.
The loud frustrated huffs from your nostrils slow down as you lean closer, "Let's hope I play a fair game tomorrow, Williams."
"We'll see, princess."
Abby and Nora sat across from you, Abby stuffing her face as Nora listened intently to your raging rant about Ellie. "She's just so—UGH!" your hyperbolic tone somehow being heard above the loud hall.
"If anything, she's an excruciating teacher's pet." Nora agrees, poking her food with her fork. "I'm just mad about the twenty points we lost..." she continues.
You quickly shoot your eyes to her, running a hand through your hair. "Respectfully, Nor, who gives a fuck about the points!?"
Abby wipes her face with the handkerchief that sat on her lap. "Yeah, we got that tomorrow anyways," she says, mentioning the Quidditch game against Gryffindor that everyone was anticipating.
"We wipe the floor with them, easily."
The rest of your large group nods in agreement, most of it consisting of other Quidditch players and high-reputation students such as yourself.
The sudden beating of a post-owls wings cuts through the loud atmosphere. The routine bird caught new students off guard, though it only earned a small look from you as it flew over you, dropping the school's newspaper and another package down in front of you.
You open the newspaper, automatically fuming at the cover story.
Ellie Williams clutches it for Gryffindor yet again!
Right under it, your name was plastered, bashed, and disrespected.
Sadly, due to a lack of practice and obvious tension, Slytherin's rookie seeker was unable to leave the game unscathed with a hit to the wrist!
Rookie...
ROOKIE!?
Oh, now you were mad. Smoke basically shot out of your ears as you stood up, slamming the table with your hands. It shook, causing some people around you to flinch.
"Holy shit," Abby comments, reading over the story. "Oh, that bitch is done," she adds, referencing the newspaper manager whom they regularly had history with.
It was recounting the previous game that Gryffindor had won by a last-second capture of the Golden Snitch. God, you despised that game; all it did was make you look like a bad player when in reality it was all luck.
If you hadn't jammed your arm into Ellie and gotten hit by the Quaffle due to foul play, you would have easily won the game, no hesitation.
The obnoxious sound of laughter and cheering a couple feet behind you prompts you to throw your newspaper down, whipping your head around. "Holy shit, Els!" Dina exclaims, shaking Ellie by her shoulders.
But Ellie’s eyes weren’t looking anywhere near her best friend, people at her table leaning over to read the newspaper, or the professor clapping behind her in congratulations.
Her eyes were looking at you.
A spark glimmered in her doe eyes, matched by the smile she wore across her face. You couldn’t help but grin, pressing your lips together to suppress the look of a smile.
You quickly turn away, embarrassed by the fact that you nearly smiled at the one person you swore you’d never want to be friends with—the one who stole your spotlight after every achievement.
Your hand comes up to your stomach, a squirming feeling growing slowly as your head began to spin.
"Shit..." you mutter to yourself as you look back up at the package that sat at your table to distract yourself. It was wrapped in brown paper, a scarlet and gold ribbon twirled into a bow in the front.
You open it slowly and cautiously, the bow falling undone with the smallest pull. You flip it over, taking apart the brown paper to be met with a note first.
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Sorry about your wrist. I know I may have bumped into you too hard at the game, so use this next time.
⤿ e.w. :)
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You scoff at the signing. What could Ellie possibly be giving you to help with your game? You look under the note: a sleek black wrist brace, athletic tape, and new gloves with your name embroidered into the back.
Your eyes squeeze shut, your jaw clenches, and you're unable to hear any of Nora's comments as she tries to comfort you.
"I'm out."
You quickly grab both the note and package, stomping out of the hall as your eyes trail the surrounded girl. Ellie's trail yours too, a soft and sweet expression complimenting her face.
The door slams behind you, a loud boom being heard throughout the hall, shaking tables as you walk to the bathroom to calm yourself.
Ellie sat, her face dropping slightly at the sight of your angered face. "You ready for tomorrow, El?" Jesse asks, sitting back down in front of her.
"Uh, yeah—I just feel a bit bad..." she says, mentioning the God-forsaken newspaper. "Why?" Dina asks, a chuckle lining her tone as she looks at Ellie like she's crazy.
"The article? It was over-exaggerated and frankly disrespectful." Ellie reasons as she leans her crossed arms on the table. Riley lets out a hyperbolic groan from next to her.
"El, she's been torturing you for years... since when do you feel empathy for her?" she asks, raising a brow at the girl. "Because empathy is a skill that many people don't have." Ellie says, shrugging at the people surrounding her.
"Whatever you say, Socrates."
The stadium was booming, all students of every grade screaming in hopes of their house's victory. Here you stood, huddled with your team as they went over different plays.
It was halftime, Slytherin having scored 90 points while Gryffindor had 100. The only thing that broke through your focus on the game was a specific girl.
The same girl you swore you hated, the same girl everyone knew you hated since you began your time at Hogwarts. But why was she, out of everyone, the person taking over your mind?
You look at your gloves, the green embroidery so thick it had gone unnoticed all game. Your wrist was wrapped in the brace, giving the sore area much needed relief.
Under your gloves, your middle and ring fingers were wrapped in athletic tape.
"Feeling okay?" your coach asked, his voice cutting through your thoughts.
You nodded, standing up straight and tightening your grip on your sleek broom. "Yes, Coach," you said, swallowing the tension that lingered in the back of your throat.
The team was led by you as the loud announcer called for the teams to return to the field. You looked to your right. Ellie stood first in line as well. She glanced over, teasingly pointing to her glove.
You felt yourself grow annoyed yet again, the gesture obviously referencing the newly gifted gear she was using.
"Fuck you," you mouthed with a teasing smile and a roll of your eyes, watching Ellie's smirk grow as you were both called to your starting positions.
With a sharp blow of the whistle, any thoughts of Ellie vanished beneath the rush of adrenaline as you kicked off the ground and shot into the storm.
Your hair was soaked, rain blurring everyone's vision while thunder swallowed every other sound. The thick fabric of your robes weighed heavily against your broom as you soared through the air.
The Golden Snitch suddenly flashed across your field of view.
Your attention snapped to it instantly, diving after it without hesitation. Trailing close behind was the one person who still managed to linger in the back of your mind.
Thick strands of wet hair whipped across your face, escaping the half-up, half-down style that had completely fallen apart in the storm. Your eyes remained locked on the Golden Snitch, your head barely moving as you let your gaze do the work.
Ellie's expression remained calm, a simple furrow in her brows the only sign of her focus. She sped up, basically shoulder to shoulder with you as the Snitch flew in front of you both.
It shot up into the sky, both of you quickly chasing after it. Your arm went up, Ellie's obviously longer arm a lot closer to the Snitch than you hoped.
Her fingertips brush it lightly as your eyes go wide, about to shove her away from the one thing you needed to win. "Shit!" Ellie exclaims, something unsure lacing her tone as she retreats far down from the Snitch.
You grab the Golden Snitch, a loud announcer spotting and proclaiming the victory of Slytherin. "And with Slytherin's seeker grabbing the Golden Snitch, this match has ended!"
You fly down and stop in the middle of the stadium, holding the Golden Snitch in your hands. With a wide smile, you lift it high, presenting it to all the classes and grades.
The rest of Slytherin flies around you, congratulating you, screaming, clapping, and flailing their arms into the air around them. You take a final spin around the stadium, your smile still lighting up the storm that continued to engulf you.
Joyful screams continue to burst from your core until your eyes meet a very specific pair of pale green eyes. She's clapping, her unforgettable smile still plastered on her face.
But something was different—there was an unmistakable look in her eyes that showed she knew something you didn’t. Your smile fades as you drop your arm slowly, oh no she did not.
Back in the locker room, everyone spilled out, planning to use their house showers instead of the athletes’ communal ones. “You can leave me—I’m gonna shower here today,” you lie to Abby as she puts on her dry hoodie.
She nods, patting your shoulder as she leaves. “Good shit today! You’re insane, dude.” You chuckle, announcing your thanks as she shuts the door behind her.
You wait a moment before slipping out the Slytherin locker room and quickly head to the Gryffindor one. You easily find Ellie, alone and rummaging through her locker.
“Williams,” you say, making Ellie turn in confusion. “Oh, hey...” she says, feigning innocence. “Great stuff toda—”
She’s cut off as you point your wand at the door and lock it with a simple spell. She smirks, aware of the realization you had during the end of the game.
"Wanna tell me what the fuck that was, or should I make you tell me?" you ask, your eyes sharp as you playfully point your wand at her. "What are you talking about?" she teases, leaning against her locker.
You tilt your head and slowly step closer, narrowing the distance between you two until only two feet remain. "Oh, you know damn well what I'm talking about."
Ellie runs a hand through her hair and shrugs, her hands settling on her hips. You snap, "Why would you let me capture the Snitch?" you demand, lowering your wand as frustration creeps up your neck and into your voice.
Ellie's freckled cheeks and tips of her ears flush pink as she straightens up. You smirk. "So you do know," you tease, your tongue poking against the inside of your cheek.
She crosses her arms. "I let you win. Why are you still mad at me?"
You lean in close, your jaw tight. “Because I know for a fact that even if you hadn’t let me grab it, I still would’ve caught the Snitch.”
She swallows, suddenly aware of the proximity between your faces. "You sure about that, princess?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze flickers down to your lips.
Your mind goes blank, your eyes soften, and your heart rate speeds up. You look down at hers as a smirk continues to play on her lips. "Not a word."
"Wha—"
The rest of her words vanish as your hands find her face and pull her closer. Your lips meet hers in a deep, impulsive kiss, all formed off of pent up frustration and feeling. She startles for only a moment before melting into it, returning the kiss without hesitation.
She whimpers into your mouth, craving more as you push her away. “I swear to God, Williams, if any of this leaves this room, I will make it my one true goal to ruin your life.”
She nods quickly, eager to kiss you again as she grabs your shirt and pulls you back in. This kiss is more desperate, heat rushing through both of your bodies as her hands find their way up to your face.
You continue kissing her as you guide her back to the physical therapy bed only a few feet away. Her back hits the bed, your hands pressing her hips down into the firm mattress.
She sits up slightly, your body towering over her as you stand above her. Your hands find the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and off her body.
“Please...” she breathes as you pull away from the kiss.
“Please what, baby?” you tease, pulling back slightly, your gaze lingering on her sports bra. You dive into her neck, kissing and sucking at any pressure points you can find.
“Touch me…” she whimpers, closing her legs tightly in a futile attempt to ease the ache in her core. “Already making those sweet little noises, and I haven’t even touched below your neck yet.” you murmur, a slow, confident smirk settling on your lips.
Your hands trail down her stomach, the light touch making Ellie flinch, her breath hitching as you move toward the place she’s been anticipating.
Your lips pull away from her neck as your gaze drops to her shorts, your hands already gripping the waistband. “Up,” you command, tapping her hip. She obeys instantly, lifting her hips just enough for you to drag the fabric down and off in one swift, unforgiving motion.
You shrug off your hoodie and toss it aside without a second thought before dropping to your knees in front of her. Your eyes lock onto the damp patch soaking through her underwear, and something dark flickers in your expression.
“What a slut,” you murmur, your voice low and edged. “Getting this wet just from me getting mad.” Ellie’s cheeks flush deeper, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tries to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pull it down, tossing it somewhere across the room. Your gaze drops immediately, locking onto her glistening center, slick gathering and dripping from her tight heat.
“Tap me twice if you want me to stop.”
Ellie nods quickly, breath uneven as she watches you lift your hand, bringing your middle and ring fingers up to her lips.
“Suck.”
She grips your wrist and obeys, parting her lips and taking your fingers into her mouth, sucking slowly at the pads. Her tongue lays flat against them, warm and deliberate.
You bite your lip at the sight—at the way her eyes flutter, rolling back for a second before settling on you again, pupils blown wide.
Slowly, you pull your wet fingers from her mouth, teasing her hole with your middle finger. You look up at her, watching her eager eyes follow yours. You slam your middle finger into her, earning a broken cry.
“F-fuck!” she cries out, her head snapping back as the sound tears from her throat. Your finger drive into her tight heat, curling hard, cutting off anything else she tries to say. “You feel s’good—”
"so tight for me..." you mutter teasingly.
Your jaw tightens, a dark smirk pulling at your lips as you keep the relentless pace, forcing your other finger inside. Her walls clamp down instantly, spasming and fluttering around you, reacting helplessly to every rough curl.
You tilt your hand, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside her, and don’t let up. When you push deeper—harder—her body jerks, her slick warmth tightening greedily around your fingers, as if trying to drag you further in.
She grinds her hips into your hand, chasing more—no—needing more. You rip your fingers out at the movement, drawing a sharp cry from Ellie.
“Stop. Moving,” you snap, your free hand forcing her hips back down.
“Or I don’t let you come.”
She nods quickly, almost desperately.
“Got it?”
“Y-yes—please, just—”
You shove your fingers back into her without warning, your mouth following a second later. The taste of her floods your senses as you drag your tongue up her, slow and deliberate.
You don’t hold back, lapping at her, messy and relentless, saliva and slick dripping down your chin as you keep going.
“Mmph!” she chokes out, her body jerking as she fights the urge to move against you.
Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling—hard enough to drag a low moan from you against her. The natural vibration against her sensitive bud makes her break, a loud, helpless sound tearing from her throat.
“Don’t s—oh God—don’t stop, p-please!”
You close your mouth around her, sucking hard, your fingers curling relentlessly inside her as her walls tighten, pulsing around you. Heat coils low in her stomach, building fast, ready to snap.
“S’close—” she gasps, back arching.
You pull away without warning. Fingers gone. Mouth gone.
She forces herself upright, breath shaky, frustration flashing across her face at the sudden emptiness. “No—why’d you sto—”
The sharp crack of your hand against her still-glistening heat cuts her off. She moans loudly, her head thrown back as orgasmic tears sting at her eyes.
“I was so close…” she whines.
Another slap lands, harder this time, silencing her. "ngh!"
“You like being slapped like the slut you are, huh?”
“Mhm—m’a slut for you.”
“For me, hm?” you murmur, amused. “I’m honored.”
You drag your slick-coated fingers over your bottom lip before licking them clean, holding her gaze as your cheeks flush faintly. She watches, transfixed.
You stand up, bringing your hand to her mouth. She opens immediately, tongue slipping out to taste your fingers.
“See how good you taste, angel?” you say smoothly.
She nods eagerly. “So good.”
“Take off your bra.”
You start stripping out of your own clothes as she follows, dropping her bra to the floor before instinctively crossing her arms over her chest.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” she asks, blinking up at you.
“Cover yourself,” you say, voice firm. “Don’t hide that perfect body.”
Now down to your bra and lace panties, you lean in, pressing a softer kiss to her chest, easing the tension just slightly as she relaxes under you.
You reach for your underwear, but she stops you.
“Wait—can I… take them off?” she asks, quieter now, picking at her lip.
You hesitate, then nod.
She guides you gently between her legs, her hands roaming your body like she’s trying to memorize every inch. Her fingers hook into your underwear, slowly dragging them down as you step out.
Her gaze drops immediately, taking you in—already wet, already wanting.
Her hands slide up your sides to your chest, cupping you before she glances up for permission again.
You nod.
Her smile spreads as she reaches behind you, unclipping your bra in one smooth motion. It falls away, exposing your hardened nipples, your skin prickling with goosebumps.
Ellie stares, breath catching, pupils dilated. "You're perfect." Your face heats up.
The look on her face says enough—like she’s just been handed something priceless, something she can’t quite grasp is real yet.
She sticks her tongue out as she leans in, dragging a slow stripe along the valley between your breasts. One hand stays firm on your waist while the other slides up, finding your nipple—pinching and twisting the sensitive bud.
Your head falls back, a broken sound slipping from your lips.
Her mouth shifts to the other side, tongue circling before she sucks, deliberate and hungry. Your fingers tangle in her hair, gripping just enough to pull her away.
“Lie down,” you command, giving her a light shove back onto the bed.
She lies back, her eyes following you as you settle onto the firm surface beneath her. You grab one of her legs, lifting it over your shoulder while the other stays tucked beneath you.
Your heats are so close now, warmth radiating between you, almost overwhelming. You lower yourself against her, the slick heat of both your bodies drawing out soft, needy moans from each of you.
Your jaw falls slack, lips parting at the sensation as you start to grind down on her. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” you remind, your voice sharp.
A desperate moan spills from the girl beneath you.
Her back arches as she tries to stay still. “P—please… can I—fuck—touch you?” she chokes out, her hand sliding up your stomach, hovering before reaching your soft chest.
You hesitate, torn between control and the need for her touch. “Mhm,” you finally give in, dragging it out. Her hand closes around you immediately, kneading at the soft skin like she can’t get enough.
A large mirror to your left catches your attention. “Look at yourself,” you pant.
Ellie’s eyes flutter open, following your gaze. The mirror reflects everything—every detail. Strands of hair cling to your damp shoulders, your skin shining with sweat, your biceps catching the light as you move.
Her eyes trail downward, then back to herself—flushed cheeks, freckled skin, her expression unraveling as tears blur her vision.
She squeezes her eyes shut.
Your hand snaps to her jaw, forcing her face back toward the mirror. “Open your eyes, Williams.”
She obeys.
“See how fucked up you get for me?” you murmur, breath heavy. “How obsessed you are with someone you’ve been torturing day after day?”
She nods weakly. “I—I know… I’ve been so bad,” she breathes, sweat dripping from her chin as she watches you move against her.
“Yeah?” you grin, voice edged with teasing. “So you don’t think this is an inappropriate punishment?”
She shakes her head quickly. “No! I deserve it!” she cries, her voice breaking as you find the perfect rhythm.
A slow smile pulls at your lips, teeth catching your bottom lip in satisfaction.
“I’m s’close,” she gasps.
“Beg for it.”
“Please—please, please let me come—fuck—I’ll stop pestering you!” she rambles, heat coiling tighter in both of you.
“Hold it,” you command.
Ellie’s face tightens with effort, forcing herself to stay right on the edge without falling over. her helpless crys continue to fall from her mouth, continuously begging to come.
The slick, messy sound between you grows louder as you both tip over the edge.
“Come for me, El,” you breathe, your head falling back as you let go of her jaw. Moans spill from both of you, loud and unrestrained as your bodies finally give in.
You tremble together, heat and wetness peaking all at once before it slowly fades. You drop her leg, collapsing on top of her, your muscles spent.
“Jesus,” she mutters, bringing a hand up to cover her face.
You catch her wrist, pulling it away so you can look at her. She’s already smiling, pushing herself up slightly onto her elbows.
She leans in, pressing soft kisses along your cheek, then your forehead, her hand cradling your face. Her lips brush just at the corner of your mouth.
You’re both still panting, chests rising and falling unevenly.
“For someone with such a loud mouth, you really don’t take control in bed,” you tease, a tired laugh slipping out.
She grins despite herself. “Fuck you.”
“Already did.”
dt - @boobsnbootyworks !!!
a/n - would you believe if i said that was my first time ever writing smut?
⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ~ ex situationship!ellie x painter!reader
⋆ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ~ you've finally secured a spot in the art world and made a name for yourself in seattle, leaving college behind for good. but the past is about to knock again on your door when a very particular commission comes through, bringing up some deeds you had left undone with ellie.
⋆ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ~ swearing, purely introductory, MEET THE CAST, just me having fun basically lol, text fic, social media au, afab!reader. cis men and minors dni.
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a/n: i'm still trying to understand how to make smaus work, so tell me how u like it!! <33 also, tumblr decided to randomly delete this post from my queue so i had to do it all over again rn. SO FUN!!
hii could u maybe do g!p lara and make it bsfs older sister trope yk?
B S F S I S T E R ! L A R A .
g!p lara. older!lara. younger!fem. no smut but suggestive.
degradation if u squint.
you knew lara was trouble. since the day you and your best friend met. you were always told to stay away from lara. not just from your best friend, but from everyone who crossed lara’s path.
everyone knew lara was only around for a good time, not a long one. she was always around to get what she wanted, and after that she was gone.
you tried to stay out of lara’s way as much as possible, but really how could you when you and your best friend are like two peas in a pod. you spent most of your time as your best friend’s house, while trying your best to stay away from lara.
but on the other hand, lara never wanted to stay away from you. she always made sure to be there when you were there, interrupting girl time just to be a tease.
lara never cared about the rules her sister tried to enforce on her. everything went in one ear and back out the other. she was the big sister, and she’ll be dammed if she let her little sister boss her around.
lara was never the type sneak around, especially in her own house, are you kidding? she did everything with full intention. she wanted it to be clear that she wanted you.
you were on the couch, beside your best friend as the movie played on the tv. you planned to sleep over, already dressed in your pajamas. you would never admit that it was intentional, never. your very short night shorts that gave a pleasant view on your ass and your thin night shirt that made it hard to ignore your hard nipples that peaked through the fabric… it was the first thing you could find really.
but lara saw right through you, she knew you were those for her. she knew deep down that all of the avoidance meant nothing when she knew she already had you. it was only a matter of time before the dominoes began to fall.
later in the night, up in your best friend’s room, you were wide awake, and so was your best friend. it was normal for you guys, to sleep over and stay up all night gossiping and watching films.
you were thirsty, kind of in a mood for a snack. you rose from the bed, looking back at your best friend, “i’m gonna go down for a snack, you want anything?” you best friend’s eyes were glued to her phone, “yea, just bring me whatever you’re getting, and don’t take too long, i have another movie for us to watch.”
you nodded, heading towards the door and now to the kitchen. on your way to the kitchen, you ran into lara’s room, the door was closed, maybe she was sleeping, it was pretty late. you continued onto the kitchen, choosing to ignore that feeling of disappointment settling in your stomach.
you made it to the kitchen, hitting the lights on and immediately going for the cabinets.
“well, well, well.”
you jumped at the voice, your head quickly turning behind you with your hand slapped across your chest. “fuck, what are you doing lara?you scared me.” a soft chuckle escaped from lara’s lips, she walked further into the kitchen, closer to you.
“this is my home, no? maybe i should be the one that’s scared.” you knew by lara’s tone that she was here for something and not for a snack in the cabinet.
lara eyed your body, a smirk growing on her lips as her eyes raked up your body. “you wear this for me or is this how you normally go to bed?” lara’s eyes were on yours now, her dark, alluring eyes staring intensely at you, as if she was calling your bullshit before you even uttered a word.
you stumbled on your words, not knowing if you should deflect and act clueless or if you were better off staying silent. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
another chuckled escaped from lara’a mouth, her feet got to moving again, not coming to a stop until she was directly in front of you.
“no?” lara’s eyes trailed down your body, her fingers starting fiddling with the end of your shorts. “that’s too bad.. i think i like these little shorts on you.”
before you got a chance to respond, lara’s hand found your waist, turning you fully around, your back now against lara’s front. “can’t you tell?”
lara pressed her crotch against your ass, allowing you to feel her dick straining against her pajamas. you gasped, surprised by lara’s boldness and the heavy cock in her pants.
“lara…”
“don’t act like i don’t see right through you. you didn’t come down here for any snacks. you came down here for me didn’t you.” you knew lara’s question was more like a statement. it’s like she knew you at the back of your hand.
“i was wondering when you were gonna cut the innocent act and stop pretending you don’t want this.” lara’s hand traveled to the front of your shorts, her fingertips teasing the waistband. “pretending you don’t want me.”
lara’s hand slipped into your shorts, her dick still straining against your ass. “lara-” your breath hitched, you couldn’t believe this was happening. your back arched just a little, pressing your further into lara.
that’s when lara pulled away, moving back from you like it was nothing. “look at you.” lara teased, “thinking i was gonna give it to you that easily”
you didn’t bother turning around. far too embarrassed from being denied and feeling a little shameful that you were leaking in your panties because of it.
“it’s gonna take more than some skimpy shorts to win me over, sweetheart.”
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