Pleaseee can you do a part 2 with smut of "just friends".I really liked the story and those jinx kisses on the reader's neck left me wanting more. could you do about their first time ?,when jinx's kisses turned into something more. I really liked the writing of the story, you don't need to change anything.have a good day.
hiii i love this idea so i'll prob try writing it!
rn i'm focusing on a chapter for wattpad though (the only app where i like writing lmao) so i'd probably post 2nd part next month IF i get any inspiration bc tbh i'm rlly sad these weeks
ty for your suggestion! have a good day or night <3
Would you write a Miss Fortune/Sarah Fortune x Fem!Reader story? I really liked your writing but if you don't write about her, that's fine. Have a nice day!
If you do, I was thinking of an angst story. Sarah is canonically haunted by the death of her parents and probably has nightmares about it. Maybe she wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat and with her hands around her heart because that's where she got shot by Gangplank. It's so vivid that she can still feel the pain and blood around her chest, and the reader consequently wakes up. The reader immediately comforts Sarah and helps her calm down. They're both married. You can add whatever you want, smut or whatever, I don't care. Ugh, I really need a story about her!. That Captain Fortune skin is so hot
Bluest Skies, Darkest Gray
a/n: I don't even write for Miss Fortune but I loved this request sm I had to😭 I'm sorry for taking so long and I hope it lives up to your expectations!
c.w: PTSD, nothing else i think?
Some would think that revenge eases away the weight resting right above your conscience. It does, of course, offer a fleeting sense of fulfillment. But sometimes it isn't enough— and never will be.
The redhead had already avenged her parents, earning respect not only for herself but for her progenitors. She was at peace, more powerful than ever with the newfound power she had been using for a long time now.
And that's when it started— or rather, continued. The constant nightmares and sleepless nights filled by unspeakable memories. She had stopped having them since Gangplank's supposed death, but even since she found out he was still alive they came back, haunting her, and she never dared to tell anyone other than you about it.
No matter what she did, her subconscious would never rest peacefully. No matter how sweet, fair, well.planned or satisfying her revenge had been, the fresh image of her lifeless parents laying down on the floor would always haunt her. No matter how hard she tried to forget the horrific images, the deep red of her hair in the mirror would sometimes remind her of the blood pooling beneath their once alive corpses and her eyes would remind her of her mother's dry ones staring back at hers. She would find their death in every detail— God how she envied those people whose mind blocked them from such memories. Hers, instead of forgetting the pain to shield herself, did quite the opposite— sharpening every detail, twisting the knife in her never healing wound with each passing day. She couldn't, and maybe she'd never be in peace with that fact.
If it wasn't memories flashing back at the rusty scent of fresh blood or the feel of fabric identical to her father's shirts, it was nightmares, where she'd relive the exact moment over and over. Some would last longer, some would show herself from another point of view, some would be just the sounds playing in front of her ears, not even daring to show her what she knew was happening in her sour dreams.
This time, after months of mental freedom, she had a nightmare.
The spring breeze got into your window, relieving the almost nonexistent sense of hotness and bringing the soft smell of life itself: plants, human life, animals, imperceptible for a normal nose but present nonetheless. Nothing about the weather would relieve her, though.
This time, her brain replayed the recurrent nightmare in first person, exactly the way she had lived it. It made it all more terrifying, more real. The worst thing is, she didn't wake up until you shifted on your sleep, resting your head on her shoulder and making yourself comfortable.
She snapped her eyes open with a silent scream, one she'd never actually let out. The shock from reliving it all over again left her stunned, frozen. Almost as if she was dead too— but she wasn't. The fear held her back from moving, from talking, even from daring to breath, until the aftershocks of her nightmare started slowly fading, and that's when the tears started falling, almost as if they were paralysed as well as her.
They started off silently and slowly, until the salty drops running down her cheeks started flowing down freely as waterfalls. She kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling and her hands by her side, too scared to move in the slightest yet. Her sobs turned noisier, the rise and fall of her chest moving you in your sleep and before she even noticed, you were slowly moving and being pulled from the sweet land of dreams, back to reality.
You opened your eyes slowly, already planning to close your eyes and drift back to sleep again when you heard what had woken you up. In record time, you sat up and turned the lamp on, looking at her tormented face before laying down again and pulling her closer to you, making her lay her head on your chest. She barely reacted, even thought she had felt you waking up, felt the change in lighting, and the way you hugged her. Your wife looked up at you, her green irises meeting your soft, loving gaze.
"What was it?" You asked with concern, cupping her wet face with one hand and wiping her tears, just for new ones to slide down her cheeks again as you pulled her closer with your free arm.
"I-it's another nightmare." She whispered, trying to maintain her normally serious tone of voice as she confirmed your only suspicion.
"I'm here." You reassured her, knowing that your eternal presence would never be enough to fix her heart.
"I thought it had stopped for good." She confessed, even though she knew it wasn't completely true— she had felt triggered lately, as always, but never actually enough to make her feel it was something to worry about.
"I'm so sorry, baby." You cooed at her, caressing her ginger hair as her arms finally embraced you, almost scared that if she she clung onto you too tight you were going to disappear.
She nuzzled your breasts, your baggy t-shirt soft against her flushed skin warming her face immediately as your body heat transferred to her. Her head tilted to the side, allowing herself to listen to your heartbeat; slow and constant, unlike her rapid and frightened one.
When noticing the way her ear pressed against your left boob, you slowly lifted your shirt to let her get inside with you.
"Come here with me, yeah?" You suggested softly, knowing that being together, embraced by the same shirt would do her good.
She wasted no time, slipping between you and the oversized fabric, seeking the warmth only you could provide. Her loose, messy hair itched you, but you tried to hide it as best as you could. She went higher and higher until her eyes and nose were peeking under the collar of your shirt, only enough to breathe comfortably, inhaling the sweet scent from your neck and exhaling against it, making you feel all warm and tingly.
Moments passed where you just caressed her poor body, one hand on her lower back and the other scratching her scalp through the fabric.
As you comforted her, trying not to overwhelm her, your familiar doubts regarding the way you handled her trauma crept back in. You always felt like there was so little you could actually do to make her feel better after a PTSD episode, or a nightmare. Even if you tried every single thing you could come up with, she would still be hurt and maybe you'd never accept that you weren't the solution, that maybe there wasn't a solution.
But her quiet sobs gradually toned down; the tears streaming down the valley between your breasts dried. The shaky, errand exhalations against your neck started coming out more slowly, as if she was savoring your scent. Her body stopped trembling and her embrace on you tightened, and you felt that maybe there was something right about whatever you were doing. Maybe your attempts to help her were enough for now.
for the anon that requested me that miss fortune fic, I am writing it! I'm just unsure if I'm even representing her well so I might take a few more days 😭
roommate!ellie helping camgirl!reader size train ᡣ𐭩
nsfw, mdni. sub!reader. size training/size kink. online sex work/amateur pornography. dacryphilia. strap sex (receiving). strap referred to as cock/dick. petnames ⸝⸝ good girl + baby.
wc ; 806
btw i am making this an au (i know it's an overused trope..) and making a collection for it! feel free to request stuff about camgirl!reader :)
ellie's m.list. boycott tlou. how u can help palestine.
the filthy sound your cunt makes when she slowly breaches the entrance with her strap makes ellie groan. the sweet gasp that left your lips made her smile down at you—it’s not like she didn’t expect this, but you really are cute. she's holding your phone with an iron grip, focusing the camera on the way your pretty, slicked folds open around the head of her strap.
"fuckin'... look at her," ellie murmurs, taking in a sharp breath. she glances back to you and the expression of heaven in your eyes, her grin only growing wider. it may only be the tip right now, but the stretch is immaculate. "you like that?"
"hmph.. mm... it hurts," you reply. it took seconds to find your voice, your mind lagging. you can't focus for anything because it burns—but it burns so good.
"that's okay, baby," ellie whispers. her free hand snakes along your naval, up to cup one of your tits, and she follows the movement with the phone. "but that's not what i asked, is it?"
"n.. no..." as her hand toys with your nipple, callused fingers pinching the small bud, she earns a small stream of sounds so quiet the video might not even pick up on it. you take a shallow breath before attempting to respond properly. "i like it... i like it a lot."
"yeah? you wanna take some more, baby?" ellie croons, tapping your cheek. the flash of your phone's camera makes you squint, it's pointed at your face, and to ellie, you couldn't look any better than you do now.
"mhm."
"okay, good girl."
ellie moves the phone back, focusing once again on your glistening pussy, and gradually pushes her hips closer to yours. she finds a slight resistance and your writhing doesn't make it any easier, but the high whimper that it elicits is only going to keep her going.
once at least half of the silicone is buried into you, she lets out a soft breath and flicks her gaze to your face. your brows knit and jaw slackened while you reach for her hand; she allows you to hold her tight, because she doesn't plan to go any easier than this.
"fuuuck, you take cock so well, huh? you wanna hold hands? how cute."
the way that you struggle, but still try to accommodate the size, is so pleasing to watch. spreading your legs wider like it'll do something, squirming into the mattress almost like you're trying to take it deeper.
ellie certainly never wants to disappoint—after all, she promised she'd give you a nice, deep fuck and a great video to go along with it.
"oh god," you whisper. she almost fully drags the strap out of you before pushing back in. slow, steady thrusts, where the burn soon turns into greed. ellie lets go of your hand to grab your hip, short nails biting the blistering skin.
her pace makes a fast turn towards brutality, hair falling into her flushed face as she continues to attempt at keeping the camera steady and fucking you simultaneously.
the camerawork is definitely suffering, but she doesn't care. she's not even doing this for the camera. not money, not any of your regular viewers. it's primarily for her. getting to help you with your pathetic problem, knowing she can rewatch it and remember the way she got to stretch you out on her cock.
fuck, she was convinced the second you had whined in her ear after dinner—"ellieeee, i was wondering if you could help with something.. work related?"
now if anything, she's just hoping to be invited to help you with more in the future.
your eyes look so glassy.
"oh, i know, i know." ellie holds the phone to your face, making sure to capture the dumb look on your face. she wipes a tear before it has the chance to fall, her thumb pushing past your lips to soften your moaning. neighbours and all, you know. "i got you pretty baby, god you look so pretty like this. nice and full."
you lie limply, tits bouncing whenever ellie's hips are flush with your body, and suckling the tip of her thumb. the half-lidded eyes, the heaving breaths, the sudden spasming of your belly—she knows you're close.
"so full, aren't you baby? you're gonna cum? c'mon baby, want you creaming on this dick."
without a second thought, she throws the phone to the side, using her now free hand to hold you still, pumping harder, faster, until you're seeing white.
and when posting the video later, you had to apologise for the best part not being shown.
roomie helps me size train since i can't do it myself :(
p.s. ik you didn't get to see me cum. she got too excited and threw my phone aside, soz.
Sevika walked into the abandoned church, footsteps light and cautious as she wandered around to find you. She sensed your presence, the bloodlust and all. She followed the myth that any godless creature would set off in a house of worship, yet here you were, curled under the altar defensively. She steps on branches as she follows your scent inside, making her company known. “Make this easier for yourself.” She exclaimed, holding the wooden dagger in her hand and a bow & arrow on her back. Your whimpers gave you away, she scurried towards the end of the church. You laid beneath the cross and bible that sat atop of altar, blood dripping down your chin, hands tainted with the blood of some innocent man. It was picturesque.
She kept the blade pointed at you, watching fear become prominent in your eyes, widening and all. Your body lacked sufficient nourishment and the little clothes you had on were torn and worn down. It was obvious whoever you had just eaten became your first meal in maybe months. “I don’ wanna’ die—“ Your croaky voice ringed in her ears, unsure of how to move foward with you. Her mind kept yelling ‘Filthy murderer’ but her eyes saw another reality. A woman who was brutalized, and most definetely underfed. Maybe you weren’t as vicious as she had thought, but your inherent nature was immoral to Sevika. The protocol said that if a target had recently fed, they must be maimed.
"You ate," Sevika gestured with her knife to the puddle of blood beneath you. The awful scent of iron and rotting flooded the church, unbeknownst to anybody else. "I was hungry." The desperation in your voice made Sevika back up, slightly shocked at the gravity of your tone. “Since when.” Sevika spat, disdain in how she spoke, trying to keep her utter hatred for vampires and not falter. Your hands snaked around your own waist, blood staining underneath your long, sharp fingernails. You kept crawling backwards slowly. “Three months,” You whispered, a slight gasp leaving her lips. Sevika reckoned you had been starved against your will, what vampire resisted their own urges? “Who made you?” She replied at a similar whisper.
You shook your head, hair disheveled and unwashed. “Nobody— I- don’ wanna kill,” Your eyebrows knitted together, stating what you had been convinced of for a while now. You were villainized for doing what felt right, now a intrinsic guilt ate away at you when you craved sustenance. Sevika grumbled, her shaky hold on the dagger loosening. “That’s who you are. You’re born a killer.” Your whines grow louder, attempting to block out the words you had heard a million times. “You either kill or get killed.” Sevika spoke again, louder, ensuring you heard the words she spat at you. Your knees found their way up to your chest. “No!” You shouted, eyes squeezing shut.
Sevika crouched beside you, dropping the knife in her hand and tearing your hands away from your knees. “Look at me— Look at me, damn it.” Sevika yelled, right in your ear. Your eyes snapped open, staring at her and her closeness. You felt her breath upon you. “Fucking breathe.” She spoke sternly, her hands enclosing on your wrists. You stared at her chest rising and falling, trying to match the same rhythm. Yet, when you found the right pace, you remembered who she was. What she was here for. “Get off of me— I don’t wanna die!” Your blood curling yells and kicking had her clamp a hand over your mouth, noticing how you were to weak to even get her off. “You pull some shit like that again, and you’ll actually be dead, got it?” Sevika’s eyes were exhaustive, holding you down.
You nod frantically, attempting to catch your breath. “If I let you go, will you scream?” Sevika asked after seeing you calm down more. You didn’t want to lie, and you surely didn’t want to be murdered in cold blood. You nodded softly, eyebrows furrowed and your body crumpling beneath her. Sevika rolled her eyes, reaching into the pocket attached to her belt. A blue dissolving pill, made to sedate vampires. “I’m going to move my hand, open your mouth when I do. This won’t kill you.” Her free hand now held the back of your head, guaranteeing you understood. You had no choice but to trust that this woman won’t stab you in the back, literally. When she released your jaw and mouth, you darted your tongue out slightly. The god-awful tasting pill began to sizzle on your tongue. The bitter taste already had your eyes fluttering.
When your body grew limp, Sevika’s arms embraced you.
After this moment, you no longer were a stray. Sevika took you to her place, caging you in the dungeon under her home. She figured you were better alive and sheltered than dead and underground. Somehow, you agreed with her, embracing the captive spot you were caged in. Accepting the criminals she threw you to feed off of. Sevika built a power dynamic between you two, where you revered her for not murdering you and where she internally battled with herself for keeping you alive. Sevika came into your cell daily, dragging the corpses out and throwing them away. She felt complacent in your nature. You sat at the bars, head leaning against them, expectingly. When Sevika came in for the day, your eyes lit up, sitting up on your knees to stare at her through the narrow bars.
“Doll.” She spoke while coming further into the dungeon. She situated on the chair she left infront of your cell to pay you visits and keep you amused. You shuffled on the ground, you looked eager to please, eyes wide, brows lifted, staring at her with your hands on your lap. The cold floor felt rugged against your knees. "You like it here?" She questioned, gesturing around to the plain, grey cell. You had the feeling of shaking your head, but deciding to be grateful, you reluctantly nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "This is my home." You whispered, licking the dryness of your lips and forcing a tiny smile. Sevika stands now, before your figure on the ground. She reached her hand through the bars, petting your head as you pressed against it. Your eyes closed, basking in the tenderness.
"Is it better than the church, doll?" She asked softly, now crouching to grab your chin through the small gap of the bars. You nodded again, bambi eyes staring up at her. "Feel safe here." You assured her, staring up through your lashes. She cocked a brow, carressing your chin with the pad of her thumb. She acknowledged the mess of your hair and the left over dried blood on your lips. "Safe? How?" She mumbled, admiring your features and then moving her gaze back onto your engaging eyes. "You could kill me," You replied, taking her by surprise with bluntness. "But you won't." You continued, a deep chuckle coming from her throat. She stood, letting your face fall away from her grasp. She tried her hardest not to feel guilty when thinking about how much she enjoyed keeping you here. At her mercy.
The keys clattered, opening your cell door only a few inches for Sevika to slip in with you. She watched your side-sitting, hands on the floor as leverage and legs besides you. You vulnerably looked up at her hovering and towering over you. She sat before you, prying your legs open to kneel between them. She still felt blameworthy. Wanting to take what she yearned for. Fear rattled your body, tensing every muscles within your control. Your hands were behind you, practically laying now on the ground. "Say it." She urged harshly, grabbing your jaw with force. She was pleading with you. "Say you want me, doll." She contracted her eyes, squinting down at you. You shook, not wanting to displease her.
Her hands circled your throat, keeping you upright. "Say it." You choke out your words, body trembling. "I want—" You cough, her grip loosening, allowing you enough airway to speak. "I want you— please–" You beg, unsure of what else to do. Tears gathered at your waterline, uneven breathing. "Want what?" She pushed for a more specfifc answer, growling at you. "Touch me, please, need you to touch me," You couldn't get more specific than that, fearful that you'd crumble and let out a choked sob. She released your throat fully, head banging against the floor, a cried out squeal exiting your lips. She moved her hands to your skirt, hiking it up with necessity. Her head dipped, nibbling on your thigh before granting you a large bite. "Sev'" You murmured, hands trailing and fisting her hair. She licked your cunt through your panties, staring at you from her position.
"Taste so fucking good." She grumbled, setting the panties aside and diving into your pussy like a starved woman. She attached to your clit, stimulating it with flicks and suckles. Your breathy moans and your head thrown back made her go faster, pumping her tongue in and out of your greedy, sopping hole. "Sev'! Please—" She kept going, watching you clench around her tongue. She curled her tongue inside you, hands on your thighs, kneading and groaning against you. Your orgasm crashed against you unexpectedly, lips parted in an O shape. She pulled away, placing a sharp smack against your sensitive clit. It was filthy. Your panting was interrupted by her kissing you tenderly, a contrast to the grip she had on your thighs and the words she whispered to get you to comply.
summary: you come home at dusk and take a nap before Jinx sneaks out through your window
cw: none just pure fluff and Jinx being clingy❤
You decided to take a quick nap as soon as you finished your shift. You had been working as some kind of healer for a while now, usually helping Silco's workers after getting injured. You liked the idea of helping people, and the payment was pretty good.
You entered into your house, it was close enough to Silco's lair for you to quickly go and assist whoever needed your help throughout the day. It didn't bother you, though. It's not like you had any social life apart from your bond with Jinx, the electric blue-haired girl who you had to assist multiple times and somehow ended up as your best friend.
Eventually, you softened her demeanor, at least when she was around you.
At first, every time she entered your little self-made nursery, you knew what was coming: hearing her reluctant grunts and insults, jolting with the slightest touch as you applied ointment on her damaged wounds while she complained under her breath about how your job was 'stupid' and Silco didn't think she was able to take care of herself, as if she was the only one whose wounds were being taken care of by you. She was a difficult person to deal with, and often you ended up worsening some of her cuts because she moved and complained so much that you couldn't do your thing properly. You couldn't deny there was something about her that you found attractive, though. She was unique and intriguing, and the instability of her mind turned her into an unsolvable puzzle, full of pieces that didn't fit and missing parts.
After some sessions where she would just move and move and worsen all of the damage she had, maybe purposely trying you to do everything wrong, you found yourself in the need to ask her to stay quiet for once, explaining how it was your job, telling her that you just wanted to take care of her even if you knew she could do it herself. Something about your pleading gaze, about the truth showing in your orbs convinced her to stay still, reluctant but letting you work over her skin.
You went from stressing over her and trying to find position where you could keep her somewhat still to being more comfortable with her, maybe having her in your lap while you checked the small scratches in the side of her waist or sitting on the floor, taking care of the injuries in her leg while listening to her ramble about the way it 'hadn't been her fault' ending up injured and killing the target she was supposed to question while you admired her eyes and lips from that low spot where you sat, without even noticing it wasn't just simple admiration or curiosity.
Finally, even with the smallest of scratches or bruises she would come to see you, casually chatting. Sometimes when she was actually hurt she tried to suppress her noises and flinches while you took care of her to make it easier for you while she told you some things about her missions, and when you were done pretending to be damaged in places she wasn't just to stay a bit more with you.
One day she showed up at your nursery completely messy and dirty apart from injured, you had to clean her wounds and apply ointment on her for maybe more than two hours, taking your time on purpose just so you had an excuse to spend more time with her and keep talking, just as she did. That was the day when she officially became friends with you. She insisted you to go to her hideout and make her some company, since she would need help when cleaning up her hair and braiding it, a request you agreed to almost instantly.
It became an usual thing for you to go to her hideout and for her to go to your house and before you even knew all about her, you both were unbelievably attached to each other, and her clinginess and lack of boundaries added even more to her charm, messy and unpredictable but after all, something endearing for you.
You let yourself fall in your bed, hoping Jinx wasn't too busy today working on her gadgets so you could hang out a bit if you woke up before tomorrow morning. The last thing you thought about before dozing off to sleep was her.
Jinx, on her side, immediately showed up to your window as soon as she asked about you and heard your shift was ended for today.
For her, knocking the door didn't seem as pleasant as unexpectedly climbing and getting into your room, which window you always left open just for her. Because where was the fun in being... boring? So that's what Jinx did, she skillfully made her way to your room's window in the second floor of your small house.
The window was open, letting the soft breeze get inside and make you feel a bit cold, a feeling that instantly neutralised because of the sun's last rays of the day casting through the window and embracing you through the blankets.
From her spot, standing on the edge of the window, she found herself hypnotised by the sight of your sleeping form, lightened by the sunset's glow that casted through your window and gave your skin an ethereal look. Anyone who saw her in that moment could swear that her pupils turned heart-shaped.
She snapped out of her daze and landed on the floor with a soft thud, trying to be as silent as possible. She walked over to you and sat in your bed. Then she laid beside you, facing you, and brought her hand up to caress your cheek.
"Wake up, toots. It's not bedtime yet." She asked you softly. Normally, she would've tried to scare you or jump in your bed until you scolded her or woke up with a gasp, but today it just felt wrong.
The melody of her voice woke you up. You opened your eyes with difficulty and blinked a few times until they focused on the blue haired girl.
"Jinx?" You asked, your voice came out groggily from your mouth.
"Did you miss me?" She asked with a smile, her pink eyes glowing with a somewhat blue shade that rarely appeared.
You didn't answer immediately. Instead, you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her close, not giving her any other choice than to wrap her arms around your neck and bury her face in your shoulder, taking in your sweet scent.
"Missed you." You said softly, practically squeezing her as if you were trying to merge your body with hers.
Jinx started placing soft kisses across your neck and shoulder.
"What are you doing, Jinx?" You questioned softly, enjoying the feeling of her lips on your sensitive skin no matter her reasons.
"Saying hi, of course." She replied bluntly.
"That's not saying hi." You retorted with a small chuckle, tilting your head to the side so she had more access.
"But you like it." She replied.
"Fine." You accepted without any other complaint.
Your hands started silently, slowly running up and down her lower back. then, they went up to her hair, which long braids hung from your bed and fell to the floor. You massaged her scalp before gripping one of her braids softly.
"You love gripping them, don't you?" She asked mockingly.
"Your hair is so soft." You excused yourself.
"You're obsessed with me." She said, chuckling against your pulse point. You tugged at her braids in reply, causing a soft moan to come out of her lips. "You're not playing fair, toots." She complained. "I'm not biting your neck or anything." She said before placing more kisses on your neck, softly leaving a small trail of lip stains.
"Don't tease me like that, really." You complained.
"I'm just helping you relax." She huffed.
"I don't believe you." You replied with a chuckle.
Some minutes passed where she just kissed your neck and ran her hands up and down your back, soothing and calming you down.
"You know I love you, right?" She asked.
"What?" You asked nervously. Could it be it?
"You're my best friend. My partner. Forever." She said without an ounce of deception.
You pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.
"Best friend?" You questioned skeptically.
"You know what I mean." She said with a playful smirk.
"I love you too." You said when you noticed you hadn't proclaimed your love back. "Best friend." You added sarcastically, tracing circles on her waist.
mdni. whiny top vi. fem bottom reader. tribbing. vaginal sex. short blurb. based off this video.
thinking about if vi had a clit that was larger than the average size. it would be such a lewd sight; a rosy-pink nub that sticks out from between her pussy lips, that jumps and twitches at even the slightest touch, constantly sensitive and exposed because it’s too big to fit behind the protective skin of her labia.
she would jerk it off between her index finger and thumb and the pleasure would almost feel like too much. she would potentially buy a fleshlight too and just grind against it at first, pretending it’s a real pussy, before ultimately deciding to stuff her clit inside the toy. it would feel heavenly, a sensation she’s never felt before, something that she didn’t think was possible for her to experience as a woman.
so when the two of you began dating, she took every opportunity possible to her fuck clit inside your pussy.
earlier, you were bent over in front of her, on your hands and knees, while vi fucked her clit inside your little hole with slow strokes. then you were kneeling in front of her while she rubbed her clit against your tongue, suckling on the little nub as if it were a piece of candy.
right now, though, vi is pinning your legs back to your shoulders, your cunt on full display while she rocks her hips against yours. she’s trying to force her clit as deep inside you as she can, needing to feel as much of you as possible. you assume you feel tighter in this position because vi is moaning louder than before— her blue eyes are entirely unfocused— and you can hear the obscene squelching noises your pussy is making when it sucks on her clit like a kiss.
vi is a whiney mess on top of you, spreading her pussy lips wide with her one hand so the entirety of her clit can slip in and out. your entrance is fluttering around her spongy, swollen clit and you’re opening yourself wider with your palms, needing more of her— as much as you can get, and then some. just feeling her inside you, knowing how intimate this is, has been enough to make you come your brains out in the past.
”mmffuck— you’re gripping me so tight, baby.” her hips are smacking against the back of your thighs with animalistic fervor.
the sight of you is completely obscene, it’s debauched. your breasts are bouncing with the strength of her thrusts, your chest is heaving from how severely you’re panting. your legs are spread wide like an easy whore, confidently in a state of your own salacious nakedness. your cute pussy is soaked in a combination of both your juices.
vi’s eyes are glazed over, her pink tongue is hanging out dumbly— consumed by the mindless lust and intense sensations radiating from her aching clit. she’s never felt so much pleasure before you, never known the sheer ecstasy of having the most sensitive and intimate part of herself engulfed in slick, rippling heat— squeezed and massaged from all sides. it’s like nothing she's ever experienced before and she’s easily addicted to your pussy.
”your pussy is so wet— unghh!”
god, she’s needed this.
the air is musky and tangy with sex; it’s vi’s favorite scent next to your own natural pheromones. her muscular frame is casting a shadow over your own and it makes you feel safe and secure. and the sounds of your lovemaking is obnoxiously loud; the clap, clap, clap of skin is echoing like gunfire in vi’s obsolete bedroom.
then you bring your middle finger to your clit, stroking it with ferocity, and you’re quick to come because the feeling of vi’s clit inside you is the nastiest thing you’ve experienced thus far in life. and vi’s whole body convulses when she feels your contractions around her clit. her own muscles are clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy rips through her— all because of the way her throbbing, pulsing nub is buried inside the velvet-heat of your hole.
contains: modern!au, mentions of smoking weed and cigarettes, nsfw content (so minors dni), not proofread, mentions of porn, clitplay and fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (word "slut" is used), sevika being a jackass and teasing the reader about their clothes + possible inexperience, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt" and "tits," kinda imagined a younger version of sevika here, maybe late twenties
pt. 2
best friend's older sister!sevika who is always cooped up in her bedroom, whirring noises entering the halls from the mechanics she's working with. if you walk past her room, your body immediately gets blanketed with goosebumps from the cold air streaming in from her window, which is always cracked open so that she can blow the smoke from her weed and cigarettes out of there.
sometimes you run into her in the hall outside of her bedroom, cigarette hanging out of her lips, loud music blasting from the speakers she has in there. if you guys are both heading to the bathroom, she'll quietly nod, leaning back into the doorframe to let you go first.
there have been a few occasions where through the open door, you can see a girl laid out on her bed or sneaking out of her window. all you can do is ignore it and try to resist having wandering thoughts about exactly how good she must be in bed to have different girls over all the time.
best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't really talk to any of you guys, just ruffling your best friend's hair or teasing her before heading back to her room, leaving the rest of you without a word from her. whenever she walks into the kitchen while your friend group is eating or making late night instant ramen, you feel your face heat up at the sight of her in a tight tank top, leaving nothing to the imagination, from her sculpted arms and the grooves of her stomach's abs. she's so tall, so effortlessly handsome, and you can't help but sneak in glances at her back when she bends to the fridge to get some gatorade.
best friend's older sister!sevika who talks to you for the first time when your best friend leaves you alone in the living room to go shower, and sevika enters through the front door, short, black hair tied back. just the sight of her neck is enough to get you tensing up, suddenly acutely aware of the patterned pajamas you have on and how childish they must look to her.
when she spots you, she raises her hand, mumbling an apology, but you insist that the two of you of two can sit together, you were only about to put something on. the truth is, you really don't want to miss the opportunity to get to know her more.
she hesitates, but gives in, sitting on the opposite end of the couch with you, twisting off the cap of her beer bottle and taking a swing from it, grey eyes focused on the television as you scroll through the options.
when you linger on gilmore girls, she scoffs. and not subtly. oh, no, she scoffs loudly, and you turn to find her lips twisted up into a smirk.
embarrassment and defensiveness make for an ugly combination, immediately arousing an irritated, "yes?" from you.
"are we seriously going to watch this crap?"
your mouth drops open. it's the first time she's properly spoken to you one-and-one, except for the brief interactions during your run-ins in the hall, and this is what she says? for a second, you're just stunned at her blunt rudeness, and you need a second to formulate a response before saying, "crap?"
"yes, crap." she tosses her hand at the television. "just a bunch of privileged little shits."
"the show literally deals with money issues!"
she snickers, and you try to ignore the bulge of her arms as they fold over her chest. "which sure aren't that stressful when you have two blue-blooded parents always there to save your ass."
"yes, but on conditions, though!"
she squints at you, lips turned down into a disbelieving frown. "friday night dinner? you're either just as spoiled as them or really naive, because trust me, weekly dinners don't mean shit."
your eyes sharpen into a hard glare, bitterness spilling through at her assumption. "you don't know anything about me!" with an indignant toss of your head, you mutter, "not that you've ever even tried to."
she suddenly bellows with a loud laugh, the edges of it rough and irritatingly pleasing to your ear. "awe, is someone sad over that?"
you roll your eyes. yes, but you weren't about to tell her that, of all people. "no, don't flatter yourself."
"you're not that good of a liar, you know that, right?"
with a twitching eye, you turn on the show, drowning out the noise of her chuckle with an immediate escalation of the volume.
best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't stop teasing you after that night. now, when you're in the kitchen and she saunters in, she flashes you a smile that's nothing short of complete and utter self-satisfaction. when your best friend leaves you alone in her room, sevika knocks and steps inside, leaning on the wall and asking you how you are, how's work or school, sometimes teasingly tossing in, "you haven't been here in a while -- I didn't make you nervous, did I?"
you always fight back. partially because your attraction to her makes you feel so exposed and flustered that you want to try to hide it through challenging her back rather than being reduced to a blushing, spluttering mess. you know arguing back might be counterproductive, though, since it seems to only amuse even more. but, that leads you to the second reason you keep doing it. because, as on-the-spot and vulnerable it makes you feel, her prodding comments and mischievous attention makes you giddy. sevika, the allusive older sister of your best friend, is actually bantering with you, maybe even flirting with you. and seeing how easily she bounces off your words, how sharp her wit is, makes you only more excited. unnerving as it is, this little thing you guys have going spikes your excitement everytime you come over.
best friend's older sister!sevika who gets bolder and bolder. when she comes into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth, looking for a hair tie to get her hair out of her face, you catch her in the mirror's reflection glancing at you, eyes quickly flicking up and down. the double take nearly makes you tighten your thighs together, mind whirling with thoughts, speculating over what she might be thinking.
you get your answer when she suddenly snaps the band of your tank top, which causes you to leap on the spot. when your eyebrows furrow into what you hope is a stare strict enough to hide just how turned on you are, she laughs, the noise low and velvety. "cute," she muses, eyes raking over you shamelessly before she reaches to the hairtie on your wrist, snapping it off and tying her hair back with it.
best friend's older sister!sevika who starts working out very intentionally in front of you. doing pull-ups in the kitchen when your friend group is there, lips curling up as her eyes seek you out. usually, by the time she looks in your direction, you've already been staring at her unabashedly for minutes as her arms flex and roll under her ministrations.
you want to crawl into a hole when your best friend smacks your arm, her face squeezed into a sour cringe. "dude, gross."
of course, sevika totally hears the reprimand, and she wiggles a scolding finger in your direction from her corner in the room.
best friend's older sister!sevika who can't stop laughing at the way you gasp and cover your mouth when you catch sight of the lesbian porn opened up on her laptop, which rests amongst her bunched up purple blanket. it only leaves you wondering about what she was doing moments before, if that happy trail you sometimes spot in her loose, muscle-shaped crop tops leads to a curl of hair between her thighs.
"oh, c'mon, have you never seen porn before?"
despite the fact that you can barely keep a straight face in light of this revelation, you manage to bristle. "of course I have."
"oh, yeah?" she leans on her doorframe, tilting her head down to watch you carefully. "got any recs?"
"if I did, I wouldn't share them with you."
"why not?"
"you would just--" you manage to squeeze out before trailing off into silence. the truth is, the idea of you and her watching the same porn, fucking yourselves to the same video, has your clit aching with desire. but, you don't wanna give in that easily, and just do as she requests. something tells you she's too used to getting her way. "you would just corrupt it!"
she raises an eyebrow. "corrupt the porn? by watching it?"
god, you're an idiot. "yes."
"that's quite a feat to manage."
"... yes."
"this wouldn't at all be because you're lying, right? and you really haven't watched porn?"
you grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at her. god, she's so fucking irritating, talking to you like you're completely sexually oblivious.
at your silence, she ducks her head lower, and you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of one of her dark locks tickling your cheek. "maybe you're more inexperienced than you let on. maybe you're looking to get corrupted."
fuck, she has no idea. at this point, the rest of your thoughts are practically zapped into silence from the mental image of sevika laying you on her bed, your back to her chest, with her big hands shoved down your panties and massaging your pussy, using your slick to circle your clit into a swollen little bud. her soft lips planting wet, sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek as she coaxes you to watch the filthy video, laughing darkly when you gush at the two women in it eating each other out. biting your ear, whispering how she wants to do this thing or that thing to you, how she'd fuck you better than anyone in these videos could. her thick fingers plunging into your hole, other hand covering your mouth as she makes you come over and over again in her cramped up bedroom.
jesus, this is going too far. you force your body to stiffen, lest her attentive gaze catches any telltale signs of your arousal. "well, maybe you're delusional."
she's unfazed, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sure I am."
best friend's older sister!sevika who tells your best friend she'll pick you up when she finds out you need a ride home from your part-time job. she insists this is because she doesn't trust your best friend with her car, so she should be the only one to drive it.
when you climb into the passenger seat, you can't help but feel self-conscious, sweaty and exhausted after the long shift. matters are only worsened by being in such a cramped space with her, the very act of being picked up way too date-like for comfort. you can smell her coconut shampoo from here, mixed in with the cologne she wears. her hands on the wheel captivate you, fingers long and thick, veins begging for your tongue to trace them. her hair, which is still bound by your hairtie, is damp and soft.
she takes you out for food, insisting you "get something in you after a long day" (you're certain she's aware of the innuendo, shit-eating grin present when she speaks). when she takes her car into a drive through, she hands you her phone, muttering that you can turn on whatever music you want.
she proceeds to make fun of every song you play.
ignoring your protests, and using her strong arms to shove you aside when you try to lurch over her, she pays. when you thank her profusely, her nose twitches and she nods quietly. you can't help but smile at her modesty.
instead of driving you guys back to hers and your best friend's home, she parks outside the store. you guys continue to listen to music, sharing the meal and talking. her usual snark is present, yes, but she actually listens to you, earnestly so, as you ramble about your shift. she asks you questions, and listens patiently. her answers, on the other hand, are short and to-the-point, but after some nudges to her shoulder and whining, she relents with a sigh and shares some more details.
as the sky darkens, the conversation becomes a bit more personal, and you see a side to her you've never bore witness to before. eyes soft, gaze downcast, voice low, she shows a side to you that's vulnerable. a side that has the layers of responsibility shed.
best friend's older sister!sevika who you can't help but smirk at when her jaw drops upon seeing you in the lacey, skimpy pajamas you recently bought. it costed enough, that's for sure, but you feel immensely successful. after all, you only bought them after seeing them in the porn video she had been watching weeks ago.
"what-- what is that?" her voice is low, hushed.
you touch the back of your neck, suddenly plagued with acute self-awareness over how you look. "just-- it's just pajamas."
that breaks her out of her trance, face breaking into a bout of laughter. "pajamas? you're kidding me, right? you look like you're about to seduce me."
you swallow hard. well, not exactly. all you had wanted was a reaction out of her. actual sex felt like too far-fetched a daydream to get excited over. you try to brush her off, self-doubt gripping you too tightly to allow yourself to be direct. "please, you wish."
"oh? someone's gotten bold." her eyes wander over your body languidly, as though you already belong to her and it's just a matter of time before you admit it. she leans back in the seat at her desk, mouth curving into a playful grin. "besides, who knows if you even have it in you?"
"have it in me to what?"
she snorts. "seduce me, bonehead."
"well, yeah, wouldn't wanna risk disappointing you after all the girls that have been in here."
you wince as soon as the words leave your mouth. god, how pathetic are you? you already sound like a jealous girlfriend, and you haven't even confessed to her.
luckily, sevika chooses not to tease. instead, her mouth presses into a firm line and she says, "you don't need to worry about that."
you gulp at the earnest words. what the hell is that supposed to mean? does she know just how serious your words are? because it sure does sound like that. the thrill of her maybe knowing, maybe even returning, your feelings has your stomach flipping. "why?"
she fiddles with some diagrams on her desk, flicking a thumb on the corner, before her shoulders heave with a sigh. "for the same reason I haven't had any girl over for months."
you nearly flinch at the words, the sheer vulnerability in them yanking you into an intense fixation on her words. is she implying she hasn't had any girl over for months because of you? because, well, what reason could explain both that and why you needn't be afraid of dissatisfying her?
you can only think of one.
best friend's older sister!sevika who pulls away from her desk, spreading her thick thighs over the seat, and nods you over. "come here."
when your trembling body reaches her, she hesitates before spreading her hand along your thighs. you immediately clutch onto her shoulders, shivering at the feeling of her rough, warm palm scraping along your skin.
the gap between her teeth flashes as she laughs. "liked that?"
your nails dig into her shoulders. you don't wanna give up the game just yet. "no."
"no?" she mumbles, leaning in and grazing her teeth right where the lace trimming of your silk shorts meets your skin. "that's too bad. because if you had confirmed my suspicions, I would've rewarded you." her head leans back, eyes shining under the lamp of her bedroom. "you're lucky I'm nice and will give you one last chance."
fuck. you can't resist, not when you're this tantalizingly close to getting what you want. "fine. I--I liked it, okay?"
she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. "finally."
twenty minutes later, she's on her back in her bed, arms hooked around your thighs while you practically hump her face. your fingers ache with how hard they're grasping onto her headboard, forehead pressed to it as she helps you move your hips on her face. your pussy is making all kinds of squelching noises as she tongues at it, the slippery muscle making a mess of spit and juices as she licks you up so messily, no direction, no rhythm, just raw instinct. her hands have your top shoved up, large hands groping your tits and tweaking your nipples. and god, she just slurps you up, drinking down the thick, sticky arousal coating your folds, wrapping her lips around them to run the tip of her tongue along their shape.
"yeah, fuck my face," she grunts into your pussy. "such a little slut, wandering into my bedroom dressed like that."
a choked out moan leaves you, and she digs her nails hard into your ass as a warning. it makes you jerk harder on her face, her nose bumping against your clit just right and making you cover your mouth in panic. of course sevika takes notice of this reaction, and just a moment later, she's rubbing the point of her nose into your stiff clit, shaking her head side to side so that you get flicked with it.
you think nothing can get better than this -- a notion immediately disproved when sevika's lips round your clit and start sucking it in, her tongue darting out to stroke roughly at it.
and that's how you come, legs shaking as you sag against her headboard and fully sit on her face, unable to stay upright. not that sevika minds, groans of pleasure lost into wetness of your cunt.
best friend's older sister!sevika who actually got her sister's blessing weeks ago and was now just waiting on you.
Good nigth darling,you're okay?can we have more nerdy!abby pleaase i beg you 🙏🙏🙏(srry for my inglish)
teach me
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a/n; hello, my love! i’m good, and i hope you are too! of course EEK i was going to write more for her anyway, i love a nerdy girl. also this is cut off asf I’M SORRY i’m tired, maybe i’ll do a part 2 if y’all ask <3
synopsis; you’ve never been good at science, let alone college biology. when your professor all but forced you to get a tutor, who should you end up with but your nerdy girlfriend, who has a very unique way of getting you to study?
pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader
warnings; abby uses baby/princess, use of a strap-on, cockwarming + edging (kinda), abby refers to the strap as her dick and it’s referred to as her dick/cock, choking, spanking, degradation (ish. abby’s tone is just mean), anddd i prob missed smt so lmk <3
wc; 2.2k
p.s.; ALSO this is was ib an ellie fic i saw bro idk where tf it is 😭 searching for it tho. i js remember it was nerdy ellie. it was so good BUT LIKE WHERE IS ITTT idk i’ll link it here if i find it
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you’ve always sucked at science. biology, chemistry, whatever the hell it was, it had never been your cup of tea.
your professor had not so kindly recommended you get a tutor. otherwise, your grades would decline (more than they already were, that is). you didn't want a tutor, let alone for it to be someone you didn't know. you were already feeling awkward enough having to have someone tutor you at all—you couldn't imagine if it was by an unfamiliar.
that's where abby came in.
abby anderson was your girlfriend, and she was a nerd. like, cliche movie nerd. if you couldn't find her in her dorm, with you, or in class, she was at the library, doing homework until she couldn't anymore. she was a coffee addict with how late she was up each evening, study sessions, unnecessarily reviewing, and, again, homework.
let's just say, abby anderson would do crazy things for an a.
you didn't necessarily want to have abby as your tutor. for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. you had already felt that way when you told her you needed one at all. it would be 10x worse if she would be the one doing it.
not only that, the focus.
how the fuck were you going to focus when you have abby fucking anderson in front of you? when your mind races with memories of her fucking you from behind, or kissing down your neck, or making you the wettest you've ever been, just by being alive?
you weren't.
but abby was persistent. you had originally said no when she first asked to tutor you, but when the guy who was supposed to tutor you didn't even show for your first session, it was no longer a request.
it was a demand.
you were sitting beside abby in her dorm, working on an assignment for your biology class that was due the following day. you had taken up to ten breaks by now, and it had only been an hour and a half or so.
abby pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked over at you, eyebrow raised. you had been dozing off, elbow on the desk and chin on your palm as your eyes began to fall shut.
"hey," abby snapped her large hand in front of your face, making your eyes open again just as quickly as it had happened. "are you listening to me?"
no.
"yeah. yeah, sorry, i just, um—dna and rna. that's what we're learning now, right?" you ask confusedly, doing your best to make it seem like you know what you’re talking about.
but the look on abby's face tells you all you need to know.
"mhm, like, ten minutes ago," abby hums a bit annoyedly, and you can't help but let out a sigh. it's bad enough you have to be here at all, but letting abby down, or worse, pissing her off, was the last thing you wanted to do. “you're never going to learn if you don't put any effort in," she sighs.
“c’mon, abs,” you whined as you set your pencil aside, putting your head down on the desk, eyes on abby. the blonde set her own pen down with a small shake of the head, expression unreadable. “i can’t do this anymore,” you said dramatically. abby rolled her eyes.
“what’s wrong now?” abby asked, but it’s not like she really wanted to know the answer. you knew how seriously abby took her own schoolwork, which may be the reason she was annoyed that you didn’t. but you just weren’t like that.
“none of this makes sense. i can’t remember a thing we go over. god, i hate biology,” you complained once more, looking away from abby.
abby sighed as she put a hand on your shoulder. as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she loved you, and she knew full well that even if you were smart, biology was your worst class.
“what can i do to help, baby? flashcards, d’you want me to quiz you? what do you need?” abby asked as she moved her hand to your back, rubbing it. you shrugged.
“i dunno. i don’t think any of that stuff is going to help me, abby. my memory’s—not that good,” you lamely huffed, but it was true. your memory was best when it came down to the things you cared for. college biology was not one of them.
“hm,” abby hummed. it took a beat, a small pause. but then, abby’s perked eyebrows told you that she had just gotten an idea, and so did the way her plump lips curled into a grin.
“i think i know what’ll do the trick.”
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that’s how you ended up on abby’s lap, her cock buried deep inside of you as she gripped you by the bottom. abby’s way of bettering your sour memory came in the form of one of the most agonizing experiences you had ever had.
“how does dna differ from rna?” abby asks you casually, as if she isn’t filling you to the brim. you feel your face getting hot, bottom lip bitten down on as you look at her nervously.
“u- uhm. d- dna has a d- double helix model, fuck,” you whine. you must be at least a little correct, because abby bucks her hips up into you, causing the silicone dildo to move inside of you. “rna’s single, a- and involved in a different process than dna.”
“attagirl,” abby praised. it’s then that she grabbed you by the ass, hard, and forced you to ride up to the top of her dick, just before she’s slamming you back down. for only a few seconds, you gain some pleasure by moving your body like that, or abby doing it for you, that is.
but then, she’s robbing it away from you, just like that.
“a- abby, please, c’mon,” you whimper. this had been going on for a third of an hour or so. abby would ask you a question from the deck of index cards she had made for you, and you would answer. simple, right?
wrong.
because here's the thing: she wouldn’t move unless you answered her, and it had to be correct. and if not?
smack.
abby's large hand comes down on your ass as if to shut you up. really, it doesn't. you let out a moan as she then grabs your ass again, not giving a care to how sore you may be.
because she's already slapped you way too many times to count.
“don't act like this isn't for your own good," she says firmly, reprimanding you. "you got that one wrong last time. and we’re not going to stop until you’ve got that whole fucking deck memorized, you got that?” she asks, signaling to the forgotten pile of index cards on the desk behind you. you whine, body too achy for abby to deny her.
“f- fine," you whine, because who the hell would you be to say no?
“good girl," abby praises as she rubs her hands over your bottom, caressing you in a loving manner, a wide difference to the way she was addressing you mere seconds before. "now, can you tell me what a neuron is?”
doing your best to not focus on the feeling inside you, you nod, and easily answer. “a- a neuron—" you huff. "is a specialized cell.”
abby moves her hands to your hips and pushed you up, so that you're around halfway down on her cock. you let out a small shudder, but it must mean you're correct. “and what’s it do?” abby then asks.
to some degree.
but you know this one. after all, it was one of the last cards you looked at in the deck. so, you respond, “transmit.”
abby moves you up more, and this time, she brings one of her hands up to cup your tit. she plays with your nipple if only for a second, causing you to let out a low moan. but just when you think she's going to keep going, of course, she doesn't.
“transmit what?” she asks firmly as her fingers caress your rib cage, and it's all you can do not to roll your eyes.
“nerve impulses," you say a bit too fast, eager to have her hands back on you. your neediness helped you on that one. "i- it’s the basic unit of the nervous system," you add, for good measure.
"that's right, princess," abby smirked, course she did. she had always had way too much fun when she was driving you crazy during sex. this was no different.
but you're pleased to find yourself rewarded, because abby allows you to ride her again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your girlfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. abby begins to rub your clit as she gazes at you fucking yourself on her dick, way too needy for her touch.
"eager girl," abby cooed, rubbing her index on your clit in quick circles. "so needy for my cock, aren't you?"
"yes," you huff out fast, eyes closing shut at the feeling under you.
"too bad."
abby shoves you all the way back down her dick, so that you're all the way back down at the base. it pleasures you for only a second, before the feeling vanishes, just like that.
"abby, f- fuck," you groan annoyedly, body begging for a release you know abby won't give you unless you do what she tells you to do.
and she doesn't like your words.
abby grabs you by the neck, forcing you to look at her as you roll your eyes in the brattiest manner she's ever seen from you. "look at me. look at me when i'm talking to you," and she uses that tone you know she only uses when she's not playing games, barking your full name out at the end like the word pains her tongue.
once she's got your eyes on her, she speaks once more. "if you really want this dick, and i know you do, you're gonna take what i give you like the good girl you are. that clear?"
you keep your eyes on her, scared of what will happen if you don't, face hot as you answer. "y- yes, ma'am."
"primary use of the kidneys?" abby asks, not even giving you praise for obeying her. but you're not at all surprised by that: if there was one thing about abby, she did not like your bratty side.
this time, unlike what abby's asked you before, you can't remember the answer to this. like, at all. you fumble with it for a second, digging through your head for what it could be. but you don't get a response.
"i- i don't know," you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of what to say. abby isn't having it, obviously, because one mlre spank is coming down onto your ass before you know it.
"f- fuck!" you whine brokenly, head rocking back, and bottom sore from each hit abby's given you. she doesn't seem to care.
"yes, you do," she all but growls at you, and you think of your real class all too quickly, like she's your professor. "we went over this. so fucking tell me," she says, and it only makes your abdomen churn more.
and fill with butterflies.
“s- something to do with b- blood pressure, right? c- controlling it? please say yes," you were begging more to yourself than to abby, not even sure where that answer came from.
“mhm, and what else?" she coos, doing what she's done a million times before: moving you halfway up her cock.
"i- i don't know, abs. can't remember," you mutter, and really, how could you by now?
it looks like abby is feeling a little generous this time, because she helps you along. "what’s it do to your body, princess? begins with an 'r',” she asked.
even when your brain begins to fog up with all of the questions in your head, and what's happening besides that, it seems to click for you when abby says the letter 'r.' “r- regulates it? th- the fluid balance?”
“mhm," abby says with a small nod of approval, even kissing your chest this time as a reward.
"there’s my smart girl.”
and it goes on like that forever, question, answer, question, answer. sometimes, you got abby's cock easily. most times, you weren't so lucky.
your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out the answer to the final card in the deck. once you do, you let out a deep, long exhale, which makes abby chuckle.
"see, pretty girl? wasn't that bad, was it?" abby coos, putting her hand up to cup your cheek. obviously, you want to say no. but after all of this, it was too risky to be bratty to abby. so you shake your head.
and you hadn’t even finished yet.
"n- no, it was—fine," you lie, and abby knows you are. but she doesn't ask about it, knowing full well how much she's done to you already.
thinking abt vi and abby taking turns with u while you can do nothing but take it ^_^
abby would be situated behind you, one beefy arm wrapped firmly around your midsection as her other hand plays with your nipples, twisting and rolling the sensitive buds around and around. that would be all well and good normally, but vi also happened to be right between the apex of your thighs, spitting on your clit as two of her fingers hit all the rights inside your drooling pussy.
it wasn't like you were planning on fucking both of your extremely hot roommates tonight, but that new strain you copped from that shady freshman plug in your chem class had you acting a complete and utter fool. weed never failed to make you horny, but it was like they could smell your arousal, the subtle rubbing of your thighs as you all watched netflix on the couch maybe not as subtle as you expected.
one thing led to another thing that led to another thing that led to you on the brink of cumming on vi's tongue for the third time in a row, feeling like you were floating outside your body as your eyes crossed. your half-smoked blunt lays forgotten on the side table, with you already being too dazed and confused to even finish it. you could've sworn you weren't usually this much of a lightweight.
"you should feel how loose she is. swear you could slide a whole bottle 'n her." the vibrations from vi's words fluttering against you felt unfortunately divine, and if you were actually lucid, you would've protested the vulgar comment, kicked her or demanded she stop touching you. but instead, your cunt greedily agreed with the notion, pulsing around her digits as another river of creamy arousal oozed out of you. ever the extrovert, chatting came like a second nature to vi, even during times like this.
you barely registered abby's hand leaving your chest as it made its way to your neck, and the tight squeeze forced out a moan you didn't know you were holding. "don't take too long down there, i want my turn eventually". she was torturing you now, pressing down on your windpipe just enough for tears to approach your waterline. you feebly began to squirm, the fear of actually fucking dying and the painful arousal making it impossible to stay put.
right as you felt your vision start to fade to black, abby released her militant grip, leaving you to sputter out a few much-needed gasps of air as your back arched. she reached for the same blunt that got you in such a state to begin with, swiftly lighting it before gripping your jaw and bringing it to your lips.
you tried to shake your head the best you could, tried to make it clear that you just couldn't take anymore. but your wordless plea fell on deaf ears as you found yourself taking a deep inhale. she said....something to you, but her voice sounded so far away and your head felt so empty.
mdni, sub bottom ellie, top fem reader, strap-on usage, vaginal sex, sorta loss of virginity, squirting
wc 1,491
thinking about fucking ellie with a strap for the first time. she’d be so shy and embarrassed, attempting to quiet her huffs and whimpers while you kiss along her neck. you’d tangle your fingers in her short, auburn hair, trying to get as much access to her sensitive skin as possible.
”hurry up,” she grumbles, nervous anticipation settling in her stomach.
it all started the other day when the two of you entered an adult toy store on a whim, giggling immaturely at the creative names of different phallic-shaped objects. until your eyes landed on one in specific.
it appeared to be a black leather harness accompanied by a translucent dildo; a light, jelly pink with a glittery interior. it spoke to you immediately— and not just because it was on sale.
you stood on your toes, plucking the product from its shelf. reading over the instructions, you started smiling, looking up at ellie from beneath your eyelashes.
when ellie realized what you were planning, her cheeks immediately flushed, her freckles stood out against her redness like constellations.
she stumbled backwards on her feet like you were holding a deadly weapon and not a strap-on set.
“huh? no way! absolutely not!”
now, here you are; running your hands softly down her sides to soothe her. you’re settled between her spread legs and she’s completely nude. when your eyes settle on her naked cunt she lets out a huff, attempting to close her legs.
”you were the one that wanted to do this, so get on with it,” ellie says, but her tough facade is slipping.
”what’s with the attitude? i’m treating you nicely, aren’t i? all you’ve done is complain,” you argue, rubbing the skin of her thigh subconsciously. you always felt the need to be touching ellie in some sort of way. “you know what i think? i think you just need your pussy filled right, baby? yeahhh, you just want me to stuff your hole with my cock, maybe that’ll shut you up.”
”don’t say things like that! god, you’re so weird—“
but you interrupt her, rubbing the head of your strap against her hole. it catches against her opening once, twice, three times. ellie shivers and involuntarily spreads her legs wider. yeah, she needs her pussy filled alright.
you hear the squelching sound her juices make against the silicone. it’s music to your ears. “your pussy’s so loud, ellie. wetter than i’ve ever seen before, too.”
ellie shoots you a sharp glare and you heed her warning this time, deciding to stop teasing. “you sure you don’t want me to finger you some more?” you ask seriously this time.
”i’m not made of glass,” ellie’s quick to reply. “just— put it inside me already, okay? please.”
and who are you to deny a girl with such good manners? so, you press the head against her opening, watching ellie’s face for any signs of pain. finding none, you keep going until the head of your strap fully pops inside.
ellie gasps, clenching the sheets between her fingers until it wrinkles. her big eyes follow your own between her legs, admiring what she can see of the pink silicone stretching her pussy. but her head falls back against your pillows when you ease another inch inside her.
“holy shit, baby,” you say breathlessly. “you’re so tight. i don’t know how i’m gonna fit the whole thing.”
”you’re s-seriously so embarrassing,” ellie replies but her voice comes out in a distracted whisper.
after a couple more minutes of easing the toy inside her, you’re buried to the hilt. you can see her cunt pulse around the strap, trying to get used to being so full. you settle your hands on her waist and rub soothing circles with your thumbs.
it’s hard for you to hold back from describing the vulgar scene before you, from telling ellie how cute her pussy looks stuffed to the brim, from telling her how hard you want to fuck her. but you keep your mouth shut for ellie’s sake while she adjusts.
instead, you wait for her go-ahead while you admire her body; her angular shoulders covered in freckles, her small breasts and her sensitive, rosy nipples, her flat stomach that you love to press kisses against, and her cute, little cunt— a hidden gem between her long legs.
”okay, you— you can move now,” ellie says. her green eyes are hazy as if she’s already cockdrunk.
you pull your hips back, watching intently as her pussy clings onto your cock, leaving a glimmering trail of her slick behind. her little clit peaks out, twitching like it’s in need of attention as well. but based on how sensitive ellie’s clit always is, you know to save that for last.
you thrust the remaining inches back inside her cunt, and ellie sucks in her stomach as she gasps deeply. pulling out once more, you thrust back inside her, and repeat the same motions over and over again, angling your hips upwards to try to hit her g-spot.
”mmh! oh, that’s g-good, babe— ahh!” found it.
“you like that, els? you look— fuck— so cute like this, ‘can’t get enough of you.”
your hands slide from her waist to the back of her thighs, pressing down to spread her legs wider. your fingers digging into the soft flesh, no doubt leaving marks behind. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with ellie’s moans that are escalating in volume. her small tits bounce as your thrusts grow faster.
you lean over her, your hot breath ghosting against the curve of her ear, grunting against her with the force behind your thrusts. ellie is completely at your mercy, all she can do is lay there and take it as your hips piston forward, the thick length of your strap plunging deep inside her warm pussy.
one of your hands moves to paw at ellie’s breast, squeezing the small mound like a stress ball, making her hips jump. you let out a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure when she grinds back against your thrusts, pressing the strap roughly into your clit.
”you’re, ah, seriously so fucking tight,” you say right against her ear. “i swear i can feel you gripping me.”
”you’re fucking— ngh!” ellie’s trembling now, clenching harder around your cock as if she, too, believes you can feel her tight heat. “you’re obnoxious.”
you simply giggle at her, “oh, i am?” slamming your hips harder against hers, you tease, “i’m just giving you— mmf, fuck— what you asked for.” you brace one hand on the mattress beside ellie’s head, the other one gripping the headboard tightly as you loom over her.
you roll your hips in a deep, filthy grind that alights goosebumps all across ellie’s skin. “holy sh— oh, fuck, right there! i’m sorry, j-just please don’t stop!” ellie cries while her back arches off the mattress.
”you close, sweetheart?” you coo and ellie nods her head quickly, so feverishly that you laugh at her again, “you love this, don’t you? who knew all you needed was my cock inside your cunt? fuck, you’re shaking so much.”
just as you’re about to bring your thumb down to her clit, to rub her to completion, ellie tenses and her cunt flutters wildly. a wild gush of liquid escapes her pussy, pushing your strap out of her hole with surprisingly strong force. her mouth is open on a silent scream, her eyes rolled back and her tongue hanging out dumbly.
for a second, you're just in awe, frozen in place at the intensity of ellie’s orgasm, basking in the wetness that drenched your torso and surely your bedsheets too. then you bring your fingers to her clit, massaging it in hard, slow circles to help her ride out her orgasm.
it feels like her orgasm lasts minutes, hours, until ellie chokes on a sob and pushes your hand away, then she lays on your bed, spread out like a starfish, while panting all the oxygen back into her lungs.
”holy shit, ellie,” you say, but it appears ellie didn’t hear you, and you can only imagine the white noise filling her ears as she comes back down to earth.
rubbing your hands along her waist, you lean over her and pepper kisses along her chest, then gently squeeze her breasts.
“guess what?” you say against her throat.
”hmm?” she hums. it seems like that’s all she’s capable of doing right now. her post-orgasmic haze is unbearably cute.
“i didn’t come yet,” you answer, already flipping ellie over onto her stomach and teasing your strap against her hole again. ellie looks over her shoulder at you in disbelief.
you pay ellie’s exhaustion no mind, too focused on stroking the embers of her desire back into a raging inferno.
