You were a little tipsy but still you didn't expect to see the sight you were seeing. You and Sevika drunkenly made out for hours at the Last Drop before the both of you ended up at her apartment with all your clothes discarded on the floor. You gasped beneath her, feeling the way her hard-on pressed against your plush thighs.
"Oh you want all this dick?" She asked as she left marks on your neck.
"Yes... Give it all to me."
That's what Sevika did, but when she let her boxers down, her hard cock slapped upto her stomach— precum oozed out of the tip and dripped obscenely to your pussy. It was messy, sticky. Hot. You gasped when her bulbous tip pressed against your tight hole. The size difference was contrasting so much now.
"Sev," you breathed through your nose.
"You're okay," Sevika whispered, "I didn't even put it in yet," she said, tone cocky as if she wasn't aware of the effect she had on you. The first few inches in, your eyes were already starting to water.
You shifted a little, "Sev, it won't fit," you complained helplessly.
"I'll make it fit, angel," Sevika promised, stroking your hair gently as she pushed in more of her shaft, "C'mon, don't you want me to stretch out your hole? Split you on my fat cock?"
You nodded eagerly. "Please." The moment she pushed inside, your walls struggled to accommodate her thick length and your nails dug into her shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks on the already scarred skin. "Oh my— fuck..."
You exhaled shakily before trying to relax your body, twitching around where she connected with your body. Sevika pressed the bulge on your lower tummy and smiled at you.
"Aww look at you," she spoke with false sympathy. "Taking my dick like a pro." You gritted your teeth before rutting your hips up.
"Fuck me already." Sevika's brow twitched and you continued on, "Or are you just all talk?" Sevika's nostrils flared and you knew you were done for when her hands steadied on your sides and she started pounding hard in you. Every thrust spread you wider around her cock, your insides coiling around her thick dick and tears started to flood your eyes.
"All talk huh?" Sevika spat, "I'll show you." She grunted and thrusted into you faster if possible, her flesh hand reaching down to rub your clit. Hard. Fast. Your eyes rolled back.
Schlik! Schlik! Schlik!
Your mind was in a haze.
Mouth open.
Drool.
And wetness.
"Unghhh, Sev! I can't take more! I can't I can't!" You gasped and choked on your own moans, "Oh fuck! Please, Sev, I'm close!"
"Already?" Sevika panted, squeezing your hips and grinding her dick harder into you. "Cum for me, baby, soak up my cock."
sevika crying because she wants so bad give you her babies
⌇ TEARS ノ—DRABBLE
strap , sevika cries , bulging
the first few grunts were animalistic as she bottomed out, her strap was so deep you could feel the tip causing a rounded bulge at your stomach. your hand fumbled to reach and hold the bulging of your tummy as she borderline aggressively pounded into you from behind.
then you felt it— the first few droplets.
“sev?” you turned to face her— or atleast you tried to buy sevikas mechanical arm held you down firmly as she moved her hips back and forth even though her pace stuttered. “sev, are you okay?” you asked, voice soft.
sevika answered in a small, broken, “mhm...” and continued ramming her strap deeper inside you. you sighed, shaking your head and stopped her motion, holding a hand up.
“let me jus’...” you turned so you were laying on your stomach, her strap still inside. “whats up, big puppy?” you held the side of her face.
sevika pouted at you.
fucking pouted.
there were tears soaking her cheeks, your hands reached forward instinctively and wiped them away.
“cant get you pregnant,” sevika placed a hand in your tummy and you laughed. “thats why you're upset?” sevika looked like she'd throw a tantrum and whine about it but she didn't and only huffed.
“wanna get you pregnant...” she continued thrusting her strap inside and you giggled, letting her face bury in your chest.
“shh, it's okay, baby,” you stroked down her back, sighing contently.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: f1 driver!abby anderson & supermodel!reader
synopsis: one of you drives at breakneck speed for a living. the other walks red carpets like they’re runways to war. you’ve been best friends for years — and it’s going horribly well.
abby anderson is mercedes’ ice-cold f1 prodigy — calm, calculated, and chronically allergic to her own emotions. you’re an internationally scandalous supermodel with a god complex, a shoe addiction, and a mouth that never quite knows when to shut up. you crack jokes that belong on twitter at 3AM and flirt like it’s an olympic sport — with everyone except the one person you actually want.
she’s the muscle. you’re the mayhem. and absolutely everyone thinks you’re already in love.
too bad you’re both in deep, deep denial. neither of you are willing to admit it. not the tension. not the glances. not the unspeakably hot “platonic” moments that definitely require a cooldown lap.
the world sees the chemistry. your friends are betting money. the internet already has ship edits. and still, you both cling to denial like it’s your last shred of sanity. can two people this different stop pretending and finally crash into something real?
content: MDNI 18+ content, sexual themes, fluff, angst, swearing, friends to lovers, yearning, jealousy, closeted lesbians, out of pocket humour, use of y/n, usage of alcohol, homophobia, femme!reader, reader is described to be tall and skinny, smau + writing (note: this will be updated as i go)
„ abby , I said , I don't wanna . “ the girl huffs in frustration , gently pushing the blondes face out of her own face , rolling her eyes at the smoking habit .
„ one day it will kill you , abbs . “ but abby just shrugged , wrapping an arm around the girl . „ you are insufferable , seriously . “
warnings : fluff , kinda angst , kissing mentioned , f!reader , cigarette!addiction , no name mentioned . roommates , teens!off age , swearing / cussing
words : do I really have to count ?
the freckled girl has been waiting for her roommate who has been away , for a long time already && . it kinda pisses her off .
| seconds , minutes , hours — days ? that's a question that went through abby's head while smoking another cigarette . sitting by the window of their shared apartment .
why ? probably because they did not really end on good terms . they haven't even been a couple or something , more like a situation ship .
but abby has completely — utterly fallen in love with her , not sure how to fix this . oh , not at all . flickering her cigarette out , stuffing it into an ashtray while a sigh escaped their chapped lips .
„ where is she ? “ damnit , abby pulled out her phone , quickly opening the messenger , trembling fingers hovering over their chat .
„ fuck ! “ she cusses out , angry at herself but unable to message them . „ c'mon — abby , get yourself together ! “
trying to encourage herself but ending up to leave the chat && . just wait a bit more . when the clock suddenly clicks to almost midnight — the door opens .
abby was immediately on her feet , a smile on her face . „ hey — “ , „ hey , oh sorry . did I wake you up ? “
the blond shakes her head , walking over to the other girl . „ where have you been , name ? it's almost , whatever it is midnight . “
looking up at abby , blinking then rolling her eyes , a bit of alcohol lingered on her . „ there was a big party at ellie's . but I told you that I will be home late . “
she huffs , shaking her head once again before grabbing onto their shoulders . „ I know — I just , I don't know . . . it's late . “
„ you were smoking again , weren't you ? “ name asked , stepping a bit away . „ I hate it . . . “ muttering , almost inaudible .
the blonde sighs , running a hand trough her messy braid , which was already loose anyways .
„ yes . “ was all she could muster up , being slightly ashamed but every time something bad or hurtful happens — she needed a good smoke . or when her thoughts were messing with her head .
„ you are always falling back into bad habits — this needs to stop , really abbs . “ a hand reaches out to cup their cheek , slightly cradling . „ please ? I really want to help you “
staying in this position for a while , abby leaned into the soft , warm palm from the other one , eyes fluttered close .
„ I don't know how “ she admits , eyes opening , searching for theirs . „ I really don't know what to do . it's so hard , I just — 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 name , I'm so fucking sorry , I never , I just . . . “
abby cusses , shaking her head in frustration while stepping back . „ it's late , we should go to bed . night . “
leaving with quick steps , letting name just stand there with a sad expression . „ goodnight , abby . . . “ whispering , making her way to her own room .
god , how awfully they missed each other but both being too stubborn to admit it . not even when abby was back in her sheets , cuddling with each other .
„ abby . . . ? hey , are you still awake “ playing with the blonde's hair , slightly pinching . „ hmm ? yes , yes , still awake . “
„ I don't know , we can't really function like this anymore , right ? I —- what are we , abby ? “
an uncomfortable silence settles over them , no on saying anything . just their slow breathing was the only sound in the room .
„ we are — friends , yes . friends with benefits . “ ouch , this one hurts . they never wanted it . not like this . this whole platonic but kissing stuff was just . . . off .
„ oh . oh okay , yes . “ muttering , swallowing deeply . eyes going back up to the ceiling , lips quivering .
abby felt stupid . why the hell did she even say something like that . fuck , fuck — FUCK . „ I'm sorry . “
„ it's okay . . . “ maybe one day , maybe then they will finally accept that they love each other but for now — maybe they are better off as friends or . . . even as strangers .
they were just hurting each other if they continue this . . . „ I can wait . “
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a/n : ahh , this is my first time writing a — yeah , whatever this is again . weird ending , I know 😭 also first time uploading something here !
maybe doing a part thingy out of here if it turns out good && . english is not my first language but I tried . not proofread 🙃
you walk into your bedroom to find ellie laying on your bed, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. without saying a word you walk over to her and crawl on top of her. ellie continues looking at her phone, pretending not to notice you nuzzling you head into her chest, wrapping your arms and legs around her like a koala.
over the next couple of moments you let out a string of sighs and huffs trying to get her attention. around the fifth sigh ellie brings one hand to your head, slowly scratching your head. “you need something?.. or are you gonna keep sighing until you burn a hole in my shirt?” ellie says teasingly. you giggle, “maybe. if that’s what’ll take to make you pay attention to me.” “you’re so cute when you’re clingy.” ellie says as she begins to make random shapes on your back. “god forbid a girl wants to be a close as humanly possible to her girlfriend.” you say as you roll your eyes. ellie just softly laughs and places a kiss to your head.
ellie looks up from her phone again to find you sound asleep on her chest. she lives for the moments where she can just quietly study you. the way your hair falls over your face, how your eyelashes slightly flutter, each mole and mark on your face that makes you uniquely you. to ellie you are the most beautiful person to grace this world, she could spend days just admiring everything about you.
ellie holds you just a little closer, as if y’all weren’t already close enough before kissing your hairline and whispering, “i love you sweetheart, you’re the best things that’s ever happened to me.” although you were asleep you could still feel ellie’s love for you radiating onto you.
a/n: pov you’re touch starved (it’s been 3 months since i felt the touch of a women) anyways hope yall enjoyed this little blurb!🪿
ellie’s propped up on the bathroom counter with you between her legs, you’re wearing one of ellie’s old ratty shirts as she applies bleach to your hair.
“wait so i’m only putting bleach on half your head?” ellie asks.
“yeah just the bottom half, i don’t want my whole head to be pink.”
ellie continues to cover your hair in bleach, covering each chunk with foil.
“you look like a disco ball.” ellie says, laughing at your appearance, half your head covered in foil.
“shut up.”
“hey, don’t be mean to the person who’s dying your hair. i can easily make your hair neon green.”
“we don’t even have green dye dipshit.”
“oh..”
eventually ellie’s rinsing the bleach out of your hair. you’re bent over the bathtub as ellie’s carefully dumping water over your head, “ellie are you trying to waterboard me right now?”
“i would never.” ellie says as she dumps more water on your head.
there’s no going back now as ellie has a jar of hot pink hair dye, “you sure you want to do this, cause i highly doubt this is gonna come out.”
“i’m sure, just don’t mess it up.” you say raising an eyebrow.
ellie starts applying the pink to your hair, watching as your hair quickly become vibrant pink. “looking good back there?”
“yup, very pink just how you wanted.”
“yay!”
you’re laying across ellie’s lap waiting until you can rinse the dye out. you watch ellie while she plays some random video game, you shift in her lap to get a better view. “dude watch it, you almost got dye on my hoodie.”
“oh so i’m just dude now?” you question, sitting up.
“sorry my beautiful, sweet, awesome girlfriend whom i love so much and can never do anything wrong.”
“that’s better.” you say placing a kiss to her cheek.
it’s finally time to rinse your hair, and you’re bent over the bathtub again as ellie is crouching above you. “i promise not to waterboard you this time.”
“you better not or else i’m never speaking to you again.”
ellie smirks “yeah i’m sure you won’t.”
the dye has been successfully rinsed from your hair and ellie’s now blow drying your hair for you. “tada, you’re pink now!” ellie says turning you towards the mirror.
“im pink now!”
“thanks to me, i accept my payments in forms of kissing or other things.” she says shooting you a wink.
you turn to face her, hands finding her waist, “what kinds of things.”
”why don’t you come and find out.” she says leading you out the bathroom.
a/n: i really want to dye my hair pink but the blue dye in my hair is permanent so i have to wait until it fades enough to put pink over it 🙁 anyways hope yall enjoyed!🪿
After finishing your transaction, you take proud strides out of the store. However, you don't get far before feeling like you've left something behind. Sighing, you swing the car door open and drop your stuff in the passenger seat beside you, taking a second glance at the stuff the girl gave you for free. You quickly do a scan of your belongings. Phone, check. Wallet, check. Your keys, well - you're in the car so obviously, check. You pause for a second. "Oh my goodness, I didn't get her number." You drop your forehead against the wheel and silently curse yourself for forgetting to even ask for her name! You look around the parking lot and hope that she's for some odd reason still there. No luck. You turn your key, annoyed, and begin to drive.
By the time you arrive back at your new apartment, it's pretty late. From buying groceries to picking out new decorations, you're exhausted. You use your barely free hand to wiggle the silver keys off of your carabiner and unlock the door, twisting the doorknob. You're quickly greeted by your new roommate, Dina. You and Dina had been friends for a few months before your move-in. Despite being friends for a relatively short amount of time, you told each other everything. "Let me get that for you," she offers. You hand her a few bags and immediately spring into a dramatic monologue.
"I met this girl at the thrift store, and I swear it was love at first sight." "Right..." Your roomie adds, barely listening as she shelves the groceries away. "I didn't even get her number," you grumble, burying your face into your hands, "but she had red-brownish hair, disintegrating sneakers, and some random indie band tee." After a few beats of plastic bag rusting ambiance, you turned towards the corridor leading to your room.
Dina spoke up, noticing. "Trust me, I know already. Ellie wouldn't stop talking about it." You stand there, sort of dumbfounded. "Who?" You question. "Ellie? The only person who walks around with shoes old enough to summon an ancient spirit." Dina laughs. "Dinapleasedrophernumber,socials,anything." You practically beg holding your chest like it's the only thing capable of keeping you alive. "Just go do your thing, I'll send you her number in a second." "Promise?!" You practically leap up in joy. "When have I ever gone back on my word." She says, rolling her eyes dramatically.
You take your bags full of the clothing you got and toss one on your bed, focusing on the one, who was it, oh Ellie, got you. You try on a few of the pieces, coming up with an outfit. Your phone buzzes and you see that Dina sent you a contact card. "Thank you, Dina!" You walk over to your mirror and snap a quick fit check, texting it to Ellie.
y/n
*you sent one attachment*
Hey!
Thank you so much for the clothes, once again :p
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Ellie's heart practically skips a beat when she sees the notifications pop up on her phone.
ellie
no problem, I totally forgot to give you my number
She cringed before quickly adding:
if you even wanted it, i guess 😭
y/n
Trust me, I did 😔
It was on my mind all day
my name is (y/n) btw!
delivered
Dina peeked into your room. "Are ya'll texting yet?" She said in a sing-song tone, wiggling her eyebrows. "Well, we were until you rudely interrupted!" You laughed. "Call her! I wanna hear what that dork has to say." "Seriously, Dina? Hell no! We practically just met." It only took a little bit of convincing from Dina until you were fully onboard with the idea, and boy do you owe her again. After some playful small talk between the three of you over the phone, Dina decided to leave because she was "sleepy." You hesitantly asked Ellie if she still wanted to talk. Safe to say the two of you hit it off that night. In the morning you told Dina about how you had arranged a hangout, insisting that it wasn't a date. She didn't believe you, and both you and Ellie weren't quite sure you believed yourselves either.
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