Abby and reader who has a really hard time finishing? (Takes a lot of time or effort to get there)
P.S I LOOVVVEEEEE your writing hehe!
You’re so sweet tysm !!
You’re already shaking by the time she has you on your back in her bed, thighs spread wide around her hips. The only light comes from the streetlamp bleeding through the half-closed blinds. Her fingers are already two knuckles deep inside you, thick and steady, curling with purpose every time she pushes in.
She has been at this for a while.
“Still not there,” she murmurs, voice low and almost amused. She leans down and drags her tongue up the side of your neck, teeth grazing just under your ear. “Promise I’ll get you there sweetheart. Even if it takes all night.”
You make a broken sound. Your hands are fisted in the sheets. Everything feels good, too good, stretched and aching and so close it hurts, but the edge keeps slipping away every time you reach for it. It’s always like this. Your body is stubborn. It needs more time, more pressure, more of her.
Abby doesn’t get frustrated. She never does with you.
She pulls her fingers out just long enough for the tips to be teasing your entrance, then she pushes three back in. The stretch burns in the best way. You gasp and arch, and she uses the movement to grind the heel of her palm harder against your clit.
“There we go,” she says, almost to herself. “Feel that? You’re drenching my hand.” She fingers you slower now, deeper, every thrust deliberate. Her free hand slides under your thigh and hikes it higher, opening you wider so she can watch. “Gonna keep going until you come on my fingers. Don’t care how long it takes.”
Your legs are shaking. The pressure builds and builds and still refuses to break. You dig your nails into her forearm, breathless.
“Abby-”
“I know.” She kisses the corner of your mouth, still leaning over you. “I’ve got you. Just keep lookin’ pretty for me.”
She changes the angle, curling harder, and starts talking right against your ear, low, filthy, patient.
“You’re doing so good taking it. Look at you. All this time and you’re still this wet for me. I’m not stopping. Not until you’re coming so hard you can’t even talk baby.”
The edge finally starts to sharpen. Your thighs clamp around her wrist, she works you through it, relentless, thumb rubbing tight circles while her fingers stroke that exact spot over and over.
“Come on,” she murmurs lowly, softer now. “Give it to me baby. You’ve held it long enough.”
Your whole body locks up, your breath is punched out of your lungs. You come hard and messy, pulsing around her fingers, a broken sob tearing out of your throat as the orgasm drags on. Abby keeps working you through every pulse, slowing only when you start to twitch from oversensitivity.
She doesn’t pull out right away. She just stays there, fingers still buried deep, thumb resting gently against your swollen clit while you shake and try to remember how to breathe.
“There you are,” she says quietly. Proudly. She leans down and kisses you slow. “Told you I’d get you there.”
Her fingers flex once more inside you, gentle now, and you whimper.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who's been pushing buttons and teasing you all day, distracting you from your usual work and giving snarky quips with a smug little grin.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who's touchier than usual when you two get to bed, leaning her head on your shoulder as you're sat up against the headboard reading, dragging and gently scraping her nails up the sensitive skin of your inner forearm.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose touch lingers before it trails, head moving to perch her chin on the flesh of your shoulder, mildly tense with everyday stress.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose slim, bony fingers move to your chest, squeezing at the swell of one of your breasts, index finger dragging over your clothed nipple to stimulate and get them to harden.
"how tired are you?"
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who bites on her grin when you set your book down, turning her head to kiss at your neck, tongue peeking past her lips to drag over your pulse point.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who's pleasantly surprised when your hand grabs at her wrist, straddling her lap as you grab her other wrist in the same hand, keeping her pinned when she decides to push farther.
"someone's feeling cocky."
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who (not so) subtly shifts to lay back against the pillows, allowing you to get a better hold on her while pretending to put up a fight in your grip.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who pushes the moan bubbling in her throat back down once she feels the leather of the handcuffs tighten around her wrists, feigning attention to your usual 'you wanna be a brat?' speech as blood rushes to her head, the familiar ache forming in her cunt when you grab her jaw.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose brain melts and seeps out of her ear when you start getting the slightest bit harsh with her, nodding stupidly at your mocking questions, barely hearing what she's agreeing with.
"look at that. all that acting up, only to go stupid as soon as i have you under me. you're pathetic, aren't you?" "mhm.." "you're gonna pay for your attitude earlier, yeah?" "yeah -- fuck -- babe, just touch me."
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who lifts her hips a little too easily when you tug at her boxers, spreading her legs quickly when you move to sit between them.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who can't help the breathy whine that flows from her vocal chords when you rub her inner thigh, hips jolting at the opportunity for contact.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who pushes the back of her head into the pillows beneath her, cursing when you spread her cunt open with two fingers, cooing about how wet she is as her legs spread farther heedlessly.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who gets worked up oh so quickly, pleading herself breathless for friction after a mere few minutes of teasing, pushing her hips as close as she can towards you.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose head is too fuzzy to notice you reaching for the bedside drawer, only paying mind to the vibrator once it's pressed against her and turned on, a sharp gasp escaping from her lips from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who thanks you until semantic satiation as her hips grind down against the toy against her clit, a plethora of lewd noises ripping themselves from her throat, the muscles in her thighs spasming and twitching.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who tugs on the bindings around her wrists as she draws closer to orgasm, the sensitivity from arousal working her up to her high rapidly.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who nearly sobs when you cut the vibrations short right as she was teetering the edge of release, hips still rutting against the now still toy before you even think about completely taking it away from her.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who pushes herself right over that edge quicker than you can realize what she's doing, thighs unable to close due to your body being wedged between them, back arching off the bed as blushing pink heat pulses through her bloodstream.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who laughs weakly when you retract the wand with a sharp snap of your wrist, giving another tug to the cuffs as her bratty trip starts up again, voice rough from whining while teasing you about your failed attempt at edging her.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who thinks she got off easy until the toy is back up against her a few seconds later, now parting through her labia to press directly on the most sensitive part of her clit, spreading her own arousal fluid with the motion.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose legs kick out desperately when you turn the vibe on and to the highest setting, trying to relive herself from the overstimulation.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who can barely manage any noises aside from broken moans, tears welling up and pricking the corners of her eyes.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who learned it was better to just take the initial punishment after cumming for the fourth time consecutively, pleasure twisting into pain and morphing back into pleasure in a cycle that seemed to last all night.
Ellie fiddles with the straps strung taut beside her hands. Some kind of rag strips you’d dug out of your bag and secured her wrists to the posts on the headboard with. You’re somewhere hovering above her, or down between her legs. She isn’t sure; your hands are caressing circles on her torso, moving up every so often to graze her neck and play with her hair. She shivers under your touch, the sleep mask sitting snug on her face upping the sensations.
She barely remembers how she got here – you were telling her off for something dumb she did on patrol, and then…
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
“Weren’t you just pissed at me?”
“I think you like it when I’m pissed at you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
…
“So if I put my hand in your pants I’m not gonna feel your pussy throbbing?”
…
“Uh… if you do… it’ll be cause you put your hand in my pants. Not the other thing.”
“Right.”
Okay, so maybe she likes it when you’re pissed at her. Just a little.
Her legs quiver as you stroke your hands around her thighs, down to her knees to spread her, up again, caressing the smooth skin beside her pussy. Her hips lift subtly; you shift your fingers down to the slick pooling in the pink between her lips, coax a sigh into the air.
Ellie’s head is spinning, every nerve feels set alight. Your touch bounces around the dark inside her skull – she can’t see where your fingers trail, teasing. So when one finally slides down her slit, her thighs jolt at the intensity.
She looks so cute, forearms bared against the fabric, lip tucked between her teeth. You lean up, push a wad of spit between your lips and let it drip onto her pussy. Her hips lift again, muscles tensing as the warmth slopes down her throbbing flesh. Pressure follows the wetness, and so much warmth she knows it’s your mouth. Her head falls back against the headboard, and she loses her breath at the way your tongue curls over her clit. A wrist tugs hard at the fabric, meaning to drop her hand to push your head closer. But she can’t. Her skin burns with friction.
You moan into the taste, the sloppiness – so wet already, poor thing. Ellie shoves herself into you, hisses when you hold her down and speed your tongue.
“God, fuck.” She groans, panting into one of her curled arms. The heat of your mouth, each slip of your tongue, it’s all she can feel in the darkness. Overwhelming in the most spine-curling way. “Hhholy shit.”
It doesn’t take long before her abdomen’s curving up, thighs pressing in. She freezes in bliss, the dark buzzing with colours, and you pull away leaving her cold. You know her too well, every tell – call her fucked up, but knowing she just has to sit there and take it gives her chest a thrill. Ellie sags, sighing heavily, pulsing so hard it hurts. You soothe your hands over her waist which does nothing to stop the nagging swell of need. The light scraping of your nails makes her skin tingle.
Wind rails the thin walls of her room and the sound lingers in the corners of her awareness, a barely-there reminder of verity. She’s honed in on your every movement despite her lack of vision. Each swath of hair that tickles her inner thighs, the heat of your skin on hers, the breath that flutters over her sensitive pussy and makes her throb.
Ellie jumps when your tongue flicks over her clit. Again. Her shoulders blaze with fatigue. Your tongue flattens, licking heavy stripes that sound so messy she has to whine. You suction over her, pulling, and she hardly has a chance to react before you’re swirling around her again in that maddening way.
You’re so distracted by how she feels, how she smells, how she’s moaning, you almost forget to stop. You manage to snap out of it right as she starts to quiver, gulping in air like she’s hiccuping. Even after you stop her muscles stay taut enough to snap, her hands fisted above her head and curses sibilating from her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You coo, tracing the freckles on her thighs. She sighs like it hurts and you smile. “Bet you wish you could watch me fuck you.”
Ellie nods, her thighs jerking open when she feels your fingers inch inside her.
“Yeah, I wish I could see your pretty eyes roll back when you cum.” You murmur, admiring the glossy wetness slathering your fingers. “If I let you.”
“Please.” She breathes.
Her stomach jumps as you push in knuckle-deep. Then her hips are rolling, mouth widening at the salacious pressure within. You curl your fingers up softly, just to hear her pussy squelch. Ellie moans, long and breathy – the headboard creaks under her weight. She’s so sensitive she could cum just from that, the low grazing in her gut sparking with every slight drag. You press harder into the swollen flesh of her g-spot and she lets out an untethered whimper, her chest arcing up. Swaths of sallow skin spread for you, valleyed with toned muscles and jagged scars. Your palm bumps into her clit, a little too hard, and her legs are clamping.
You push against her knee, remove your hand, crawl between her legs to lie atop her as she gasps. You lift your lips to where her neck’s stretched, her head craned back and giving access to every inch of her thumping skin. You slather kisses, gentle nips, and soon her hips are rocking.
“What do you want me to do to you?” You whisper into her ear, a hand trailing up to grope one of her plushy tits, squeezing her nipple between your fingers. Ellie’s head falls against yours as her spine stretches.
“Make me cum.”
You suck the skin below her jaw between your teeth.
“Please.” Another slow roll of her pussy into your thigh accentuates her begging. An amused sigh puffs through your nose.
“How?”
“I don’t care.” She whispers.
You lean up onto your knees, slide your hands up her stomach, the ridges of her ribs, over her tits. Ellie feels you reach beside the bed then settle back. The anticipation sets her heart pumping – everything’s hot enough to burn, each graze of you against her scorches. Then something cool’s sliding up and down her abs, across her inner thighs, and her head’s swimming again.
You bring the vibrator down, achingly slow, let it settle into her slit and snap the button on. Ellie tenses up like she’s been shocked. Her mouth gapes, forehead creasing where her brows furrow beneath the mask. Her biceps bulge; she’s pulling so hard you’re surprised the fabric hasn’t snapped.
“Good?”
“Yesyesyesyes,” she nods, sucks in a gasp, “fuck, that’s so good.”
You spread her open to watch the toy glide over her clit, watch her pussy clench when you hit the right spot, to hear how it sputters and spittles when the buzzing meets her wetness.
“Seeing you like this makes me so fucking horny, baby. Shame I’m gonna tire you out,” you say, rubbing your thumb up and down the hood of her clit and pressing the vibrating tip down on her bud, “guess I’ll just have to ride your face later.”
The grin she could hear wrapped around your words reduces her to mush. Her ribs flare, and the features you can see are twisted, totally enamoured, lips parted and glistening as she chokes out a groan.
Ellie can’t even form a complaint when you turn it off. She’s too lost in the arousal, too focused on the orgasm stuttering in her gut – hot, swarming tunnel-vision like she’s drunk, all inhibitions lost. She has to breathe through the dense pulsating down low, can’t relax her muscles because she’s so fucking close it might just push her over the edge.
You feel a little sympathy when you notice her schooled breathing, the gentle flush creeping from her chest all the way to her cheeks. You press your hands into the rumpled bedsheets beside her waist, dip down and nudge her face up with your nose to kiss her. She takes your lips hungrily, slackening finally. And while she’s distracted you wedge two fingers into her pussy.
“Huhh, please.” You’re barely moving but it’s enough to bring that desperation back in full force. The thought of you giving her what she needs, fucking her hard until she’s shaking and spent, plays on a roaring loop in her mind. “Please, please.”
“Is that the only word you can remember?” There’s that grin – she can feel your teeth against her lips.
Ellie turns her face away and mumbles a half-hearted shut up. You shift between her legs again, let your fingers speed to the rhythm that gets her quaking. The vibrator finds her clit somewhere in the haze, and she swears that’s your tongue writhing below it. Her eyes spin back so far she wouldn’t need the mask to see black, ardent moans spasming out of her till she can’t take air in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – there’s another word she can remember.
She’s so soft below your tongue, around your fingers, puffy and reddened and so clearly aching. So wet, it dribbles down your hand, and your own pussy throbs for contact. Ellie’s head bangs into the wood, her silky, russet hair splays against white. She’s begging again as her body winds tight, gears up to let go, the pleasure in her stomach drops and quivers-
Her hips tremor at the sudden lack of friction. You’re smacking taunting kisses all over her thigh. Then your hand returns, sharp slaps on her clit that her body chases. A brief pause, more kisses on her thigh, enough to drive her crazy. Your fingers press flat over her clit and palpate, her muscles shudder and jerk.
“Babe, I’m so close.” Ellie whimpers. Her wrists ache at the tethers but it only adds to the pleasure. She moans shakily when you go back to slapping, her hips twisting, keeping her faltering right on that edge.
“Aww, babe, you’re so cute when you’re about to cum.” You mock, slathering more slick onto your hand and swiping it all over her pussy. The touches on her clit turn feather-light and she pants.
“I need it so bad.” Her thighs curl in, a bid for pressure.
“How bad?”
Ellie shakes her head a little, grits her jaw. The feeling starts to sink again. You can see how bad she needs it, you’re sure she won’t last five seconds if you start again, but you taunt anyway.
“Think I should play with your pussy some more? Wait till you’re really squirming?” Her clit twitches beneath the pad of your finger. “Or… should I fuck you till you happy-cry?”
The sound she makes in response is enough of an answer, no more teasing. You decide to relent, want to see her crumble. You reach up to slip the mask off before returning to your position, and Ellie looks on with bleary eyes as you suction onto her clit and tug. She tries to watch, but your fingers wring her g-spot with such devastating precision she can’t keep her head up. It sends her hurtling back into that shivering, wordless state, and when the pleasure reaches its peak you don’t stop this time.
Ellie cums so hard there’s no room for awareness; her body curls in on itself as the pressure releases and ecstasy ripples through. A subtle crack cleaves the air but neither of her hands give. She’s distracted anyway, humping at your mouth, heaving husky moans until the throes calm. But everything tenses again when she finally registers you’re still fucking her, working against her tight muscles, drawing circles over her clit and slurping. Her lithe thighs close around your head and your free hand struggles to push her away.
“Fuck, wait.” Ellie sobs at the electrifying sensation, “oh, my god.”
Her back arcs, stars dance above before her eyes snap closed and her pussy bares down on your fingers. Too much but she still needs it, the roughness, the obscene pounding between her legs, fucking her hard and filthy just like she was begging for. Tears prickle, flood her lashes, and the yanking in her abdomen blooms anew.
“I’mgonnacumagainfuckfuckfuck,” her words jumble into one long, lewd noise.
“Already?”
Her jaw drops, brows rising slow as she rocks with your pace. Her pussy’s so loud in the silence, until finally she tears in a jagged gasp and her sobs turn guttural. She’s not sure she’s ever felt this before – such overwhelm it blacks out, everything’s lost to the heat and the stickiness and the grinding of you inside her. Something snaps within and the gushing surge has her body jolting. Wetness sprays, soaking your chin and running down your neck. You work her through it, steady and slowing when she starts to sag. Then she’s catching her breath, blinking sluggishly at the ceiling.
The relief is endless, submerging her in a gentle flow of warmth and content as her pussy shimmers with aftershocks that flutter down her legs. You start to untie her wrists as she comes down, which takes a while due to how tight she’d pulled the knots. Once her hands are free you kiss the reddened lines, let her drop her arms to push the hair out of her face. Ellie curls onto her side, lifts an arm lazily when you shuffle over to wrap her in yours.
“Gross, you need a shower.” She complains – your damp chest presses on hers and the blood now has nowhere else to go but to her cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” You mumble, puckering your lips against her jaw. “I told you, you’re adorable.”
The scoff she attempts in response is weak and unconvincing.
─────── 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 head cannons ♡ 🍂 giggles bc im in the mood for somewhat soft masc / butch ellie who manhandles you.
♡ smut. thigh ridding. fingering. r! receiving. possessive ellie. thick western accent. ellie’ll be described as lean but muscular soooo i hope everyone’s good w that.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 who isn’t afraid to get dirty when she’s working. especially when she knows you’re watching. you’ve mentioned several times how much you like the way her muscles show when she’s got dirt on her arms. it’s.. hot. seeing her all sweaty and grimy. makes you squirm and close your thighs together. when her face gets all flushed from the heat, she’ll flex just right while maintaining eye contact with you from across the wheat fields.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 who watches as you strut around in your run down kitchen, serving her freshly squeezed lemonade in your white cotton underwear. she even beckons you to sit on her thigh, urging your hips to move when she notices how pent up you are. she knows how much you love to ride her thigh, especially when she’s in her jeans.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 likes to fuck you dumb. & i mean, literally dumb. until you’re a babbling mess and unable to even respond to a simple question. it gives her a sense of pride knowing that she’s able to fuck you up like that.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 fingers you when you’re trying to work. wether it be working on documents or preparing dinner, she’s always got a hand up your skirt. either that or she’s subtly unbuttoning your jeans while kissing your neck from behind. regardless, her two long fingers are constantly fondling your cunt.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 likes to watch you play dress up. when she takes you on your monthly shopping spree to your local lingerie store, she can’t help but sit in the small comfy chair within the changing room; her eyes tracing every curve of your body as you try on—not enough in her opinion—every piece of lingerie within the store. she especially loves to imagine herself fucking you in them. right there; in the dressing room.
she’s just a tad bit too shy—or maybe prideful—to actually do so.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 who swears her accent isn’t thick. to you, it’s perfect. she doesn’t really hear it, of course, and you can’t help but tease her for it. not in a bad way, but in a way that shows how turned on you get from simple phrases. when she doesn’t pronounce her words fully and instead slurs them slightly— “s’alright darlin’, i’ll take care o’ya.” you’re damn near cumming right then and there.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 who isn’t afraid to show off what’s her’s, even if it means having other people look at you. she isn’t afraid that they’ll take you, but it makes her feel powerful having you cling to her while dressed all cutely. she especially loves when men stare at you because then she inwardly mock them—wish you were a girl now, yeah?
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 when out and flaunting you, she likes to keep her hands pressed against your hips. ellie’ll stand right behind you wherever you are, kissing the side of your neck or just murmuring into your ear as you drink. when you start talking to other’s, she’ll gently caress the side of your stomach with the tips of her fingers; knowing that you’ll shiver beneath her.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 makes you breakfast every single morning even when she has to get up at the ass crack of dawn to work. she’d never leave her girl hungry or to fend for herself. your relationship with ellie is very 50/50 and you constantly do things for one another. but, ellie will always go above and beyond for you. she would rather baby and take care of you than you take care of her.
𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒔 who lets you dress her up. when it’s time to buy a new pair of jeans or a couple t-shirts that she absolutely cannot wear to work, she always puts you in charge. she knows you love it. your fascination for clothes and fashion makes your face light up anytime you’re attempting to pick out an outfit she’ll look good in. ellie basks in it. now, this.. this is the attention and care she wants.
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strap referred to as cock. sub & bottom ellie. MDNI.
thinking about bunny ellie whose libido is so very high and she begs to at least be allowed to hump your leg very late into the night. she strips down to nothing but her boxers and straddles your leg just slightly above the knee. it gives her hands enough reach to steady themselves on your hips, and ellie doesn’t waste any more time before she rocks herself back and forth. she pants more than anything, desperate to keep quiet, but she can’t help but whine and whimper when your palms cup her small breasts and tweak her erect nipples. you’re also so mean by taking advantage of her light body weight and easily roll her over onto her back just as she’s about to come, only to watch those freckled cheeks twist in a grimace as an orgasm’s ripped away from her.
also thinking about ellabs threesome where abby is taking ellie from behind as ellie lays face-down between your legs. ellie tries so, so desperately to go down on you properly, but she’s nothing short of a babbling mess because of how well abby angles her hips with each thrust. she whimpers and sniffles against your cunt as abby’s cock splits her open, and she hangs onto the meat of your thighs when abby’s hand presses up against her navel to ensure she feels her thoroughly. ellie’s then forced to sit and watch as you sink down on abby’s strap so that she can fuck an orgasm out of you, unable to touch herself or hump a pillow in the process as punishment for not having had made you finish herself.
but she’s also later rewarded with many kisses to her cheeks as she’s smushed between you and abby.
bunny!santos who thumps her feet against the floor or mattress when you give her head 😵💫 kissing that sensitive spot on her neck and grinning when you start hearing her foot thump against the floor :3 getting her all excited and flustered and she starts thumping!!
she will literally fuck you into the mattress. will spend hours fucking you with her strap, her fingers, mouth, whatever, until there's like a sweatstain outline on the sheets 😭 and she's for sure broken the bed a few times because of how eager and rough she gets....you have to guide her onto the floor or to the couch when she gets touchy and needy because you know that bed is gonna break again.
bunny!santos who calls you to visit her at work because she can't go more than two hours without fucking you :( taking you to a special, private room where she can fuck you like a bunny, making you cream and squirt countless times. something about bunnytos cleaning you up, slipping your underwear and pants back on, and then kissing you before leaving....and you're still slouched over a counter or a bed, leaking with cum.
bunny!santos' fluffy tail wagging and twitching while she eats you out 😖
bunny!santos who will genuinely keep jerking herself off while you take a quick break after a rough session. she has the stamina to keep going for hourssss, but you don't. you'll be trying to catch your breath on the bed, and she'll be next to you, moaning and whimpering while she circles her fingers around her clit :(
bunny!santos who has the cutest bunny teeth that sink into your shoulder while she's fucking you :3 almost like a mating mark! she likes biting you all over, can't help herself when she's between your thighs. they'll be shaking before she even eats you out because of all the hickeys and bite marks she made.
bunny!santos + a carrot strap :3 but it's reader fucking their little bunny with it ! making santos suck it off, teasing her taking it so well because she's a bunny, cooing at the way her bunny teeth graze over the tip. fucking her from behind and grabbing on her tail while you slam into her, making her moan and whine and push her ass back into you.
bunny!santos loves when you're the one fucking her til she passes out. just using her body, making her cum over and over, or using her to cum over and over....
content: nsfw, cunnilingus and fingering(abby is receiving), ex-seraphite reader, slight voyeurism(?), maybe reader is a bit mean uhhhh idk what else
i dont like writing smut so dont expect smth like this any time soon again 😭
Abby couldn't really remember how she ended up in this situation. Pants down on the floor of the bathroom, sweat slick on her skin, the fabric of her boxers pooled around her knees with your tongue angrily fucking her.
Never did she think she'd be so desperate to cum in a bathroom, yet here she was.
Fuck, she knew you were trouble ever since Issac brought you into the base. What the hell was he even thinking, treating a Scar like one of their own— like a Wolf? Even with the saccharine story of you, an "apostate" that oh so kindly helped Issac and Owen when they were in an ambush, she didn't buy that shit.
Issac brought you in there, seeming all wounded and terrified. Your display of weakness had to be a fucking act. You didn't get those scars on your face from being scared, you got them by proving your bravery and worth to the Seraphites. That's why you had them.
Maybe that same bravery brought the two of you like this.
Abigail was the same as you, in one way or another; a stubborn fucker. You didn't like each other, didn't want to like each other, and that caused trouble. Manny had once joked that, maybe if you'd train enough, you'd be on Abby's level. That riled her up, absurdly so.
She hadn't trained for years for someone like you to get compared to her!
Well, all this back and forth of shooting dirty looks across rooms, switching the position of certain training equipment just to give the other trouble finding it and cutting the lunch line, caused you to break. You've had enough.
Sure, you hated Anderson's guts, maybe even more than she hated yours, but this childish behaviour was starting to get on your nervers. You confronted her on a rather uneventful evening, right in the gym where you knew she'd be.
The argument spurred and bubbled to a boil quickly. She called you a disgusting Scar that manipulated her way into the WLF to get information, you called her sick in the head for taking that man's life— you didn't even know his name, just some old guy that you heard one of Abby's friend run their mouth about. That was Abigail's breaking point.
She shoved you. Hard, rough hands straight into your shoulders. Your nails shot out and gripped her braid tight, slightly tilting her head to the side with the pressure of the tug.
"Fuck you!" Abby had grunted.
You huffed in response, dry and humourless. "Yeah? Fuck me? Fuck you, Abby!"
Then... everything became a blur of teeth against teeth, lips overbearing one another. She kissed you first? You kissed her? Who pushed who into the bathroom? It didn't fucking matter. The tension had been suffocating, building over months of silent anger, and it just all poured over the edge. You two took the fucking too seriously.
"Shit!" Abigail moaned, long and deep in the back of her throat. Her fingers were mirroring your earlier pull, nails digging in the top of your scalp to try and keep you there, buried between her legs.
Anyone could walk in, really, but she couldn't bother herself enough to care. Her eyes were focused on your face, on how your eyebrows were stuck in a furrow even now, how the start of your scars, going from your mouth to your cheekbones, were glistening with spit and her arousal.
"You cumming?" You muttered against her clit, each word sending a spark down her legs, making her thighs spasm.
"No–" She panted, all flushed and dazed. She didn't want it to end. Didn't want you to stop being so... annoyed. "Not yet."
She pressed your head deeper into her legs, muffling any further words you might've been wanting to say. Tongue pressed flat against her clit, your fingers found their way towards her entrance, teasing her with just the tip of your index.
"Just fucking put it in already." She whispered, raising the hem of her shirt and watching your eyes trail over her hardened abdomen.
With a grunt, you pulled away to press a kiss to one of her defined abs. "I thought I was a disgusting Scar. Are my hands not disgusting enough for you now?" Your voice was smug as you slapped her thigh, making her open her legs.
She bit the inside of her cheek. Touché. "Please."
With a sigh, half irritated and half amused, you complied. Not a lot of people managed to get Anderson to say 'please'— yet you did it. How could you not fulfil her request now?
Abby's knuckles flew to her mouth, teeth digging into her skin and leaving marks as she tried to keep herself silent. Your fingers were good. Better than her own even, and Abby had to admit that she thought she was pretty good at pleasing herself. "Oh, God,"
"Don't talk about Gods now." You scowled, plunging them deeper inside of her. "Nobody's gonna hear your prayers in this bathroom." Her eyes rolled back, and that scowl of yours turned into a smirk when you went back to suck her clit.
The poor thing was red and swollen, throbbing with Abby's nearing orgasm, and your tongue did little in soothing it. Hell, Abby swore she was lightheaded from... everything she was feeling. The tightness coiled in her stomach, the heat of your mouth on her, the tiles of the bathroom shower pressed against her back.
Fingers curling inside of her, your eyes locked onto Abigail's face in hopes to gauge her reaction. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, and only then you noticed how her bottom lip was raw; probably from muffling herself. Shit, for how long have you been eating her?
"You taste so fucking good," Your voice was quiet now.
"So I've been told." She panted. "Don't think you're special for this. I've slept with people before, and they made me cum better–"
You bit the inside of her thigh, the tender skin there trembling.
Abigail gasped. "What the fuck was that for?!" Her words were followed by a whimper.
"To shut you up. Either you let me finish this, or you can go and let those people you're talking about make you orgasm."
Her eyes trailed from up the ceiling down to your narrowed eyes, seeing the heat beneath your glare. She could almost laugh; if it weren't for the moan escaping her lips, she would've giggled. "You're jealous."
"I'm not." You hissed, pulling your fingers completely out of her before slamming them back inside. "Can you take a third?"
She nodded. Slowly, you worked up a third finger and used your thumb to rub her, wanting to be able to see her face fully. Anderson was breaking, and fuck, it was the most arousing thing you'd ever witnessed— the most feared Wolf, at the mercy of your thrusts. You licked her slickness off of your own mouth.
Abigail's legs were shaking, barely able to hold herself upright anymore— the burn of your fingers stretching her was even more satisfying than when she'd push herself in the gym, leaving her muscles sore.
"You're fluttering,"
"I'm so close." She let out an airy groan, breaking half-way through and turning into a squeak. Of course her voice had to crack in a moment like this.
Abby's hand clutched your wrist, the one that was slightly cramping with the awkward position it was in to finger her, and began grinding. Gentle, deep moves of her hips.
This time, you couldn't hold back a moan of your own. "Fuck, Anderson..." You watched her puffy pussy glide across your hand, wet squelches obscenely louder than your words. "Move faster."
She obliged. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, eyes fluttering close. "Shit– cumming, I'm cummin',"
The sweetest little noise tore from her, and with that, your hand got drenched. Wetness coated her thighs, dripping down her skin and soaking into her jeans. "God, you're fucking gorgeous." You whispered breathlessly, wrapping your arms around her legs and bringing her to sit down.
"Don't talk about God." She repeated your earlier words, voice barely audible over her panting. With only one glance at her state; Abby saw that she looked like she pissed her pants. Well, thankfully you two were in the bathroom... she could just say that the shower sprayed her.
You gently pulled out of her, licking her off of your fingers before standing up. "You'll be good on your own?"
"Yeah... yeah." She muttered.
"Don't tell anyone about this." You glanced at her over your shoulder before heading for the door.
"Wait–" Abby sighed, patting herself dry with the towel she had brought on the way. "Aren't you gonna... I don't know, stay with me for a little?"
"Sorry, I can't," You answered, a bitter smile on your face. It stretched those ugly scars that Abigail hated. "Wolves don't need Seraphites." That was all you said before leaving.
Abby grit her teeth so hard she felt her jaw tense up, throwing her used towel at the towel. You were such a fucking bitch. She knew she was wrong to have acted on an impulse, that it would only cause her trouble later on, yet she did it anyway; now who was the loser who couldn't even enjoy the post-euphoria of her orgasm? Her. Of course it had to be her.
At least you wouldn't see her at her most vulnerable state, she thought as she pulled up her panties, grimacing at the sticky and uncomfortable feeling.
The Last of Us ll (Dina, Abby, Ellie, Maria, & Mel)
Arcane (Caitlyn, Cassandra, Vi, Jinx & Mel)
Resident Evil (Alcina Dimitrescu)
BOUNDARIES
I am willing to write smut, fluff, angst, canon or non-cannon AUs, and branch out my character options if someone would like (adult females only).
I'm a kinky dyke so I write majority of smutty stuff (power dynamics, ABO, BDSM, etc.) except for anal, scat, and some things I can't remember rn (i'll just say no to requests if I wanna but I rarely turn them down)
I also write poly stuff and non-canon ships (e.g Dibby, Ellabs, etc.)
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ COWGIRL ELLIE HEADCANONS + SNIPPETS ─ .✦ MODERN/COUNTRY SETTING // you and your wife, ellie, have been going steady for many years now. there's the occasional spat, but it never goes beyond fighting over who gets to clean the stalls first. married life with her is nice.
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; modern & country setting, fluff and smut, established relationship; married life, switch!ellie, vag fingering (r!&ellie! receiving), cowgirl position, set in wyoming. MDNI!
⌗ list ; @pathosprit , @scardreams, @catsarebetterthanhumansworld, @thatredheadloserlesbian
cowgirl!ellie who loves to unwind in the evening by sitting on the porch and playing you her guitar. after so many years, she doesn't have to look at the chords to get the notes just right. it's easy to forget about her aching shoulders from the labor she does daily, watching you sit there and simply listen.
"do you remember this tune?" ellie hums, head tilting. the sunlight hits her face, further exposing those freckles that dust her cheeks and nose, she knows your answer─ ellie just wants to hear it.
of course you remember; it's that song that played at your wedding. it'd been a small event, really. a gathering where only a handful were present to your union, much like ellie had wanted. she's always been a bit of a loner within this town. "kinda hard to forget, els... the wedding night is a bit foggy in my memory, though."
ellie tuts, "need a reminder of it?"
cowgirl!ellie that's very protective of you. like any spouse would be, sure, but she's not quite fond of other women stepping foot in her land for many reasons. there's been numerous instances in which folk come knocking on your doorstep to ask if there are any ranch hands needed about, but ellie's always there to turn down the offers. they're often young and reckless, not willing to truly pour their hearts out into the work a ranch needs.
cowgirl!ellie who slips into the ranch house covered in dirt and grime after a day’s worth of labor at the stables and fields, and insists on a kiss. she’s sweaty— so much so that her hair’s glued to her nape and forehead. do you really think she’ll let you back away from a kiss?
“c’mon, baby. i ain’t that dirty…” ellie hums, pulling you to her side by curling her arm around your waist. her laugh tickles your cheek as you turn your head away and push a hand against her face to move her away.
you scoff, ducking your head once you're pinned up against the kitchen counter, "you so are. ya smell like horse shit and dirt, ellie."
"i don't care. now c'mon..."
cowgirl!ellie that loves fucking in the morning. she loves to wake you up by making her intentions known through kisses to your nape as she spoons you from behind. but she loves it even more when you surprise her.
your hand snakes up ellie’s toned torso to trail up to her chest. you know she’s awake by the audible sound of her shudder as your cold fingers find her nipple. it stiffens quickly beneath you, and ellie grunts as she presses her ass against your hips.
“your hand’s are cold…” ellie murmjrs, glancing over her shoulder to meet your gaze. her teeth bite into her lower lip as your other hand curls around her hip. she’s always slept in nothing more than a loose flannel and pajama shorts with no panties, and it’s easy to work your hand beneath her shorts to cup her mound.
ellie jerks against your touch, a sleepy sigh spilling from her lips as she raises her leg to give you more room. your middle finger finds the slick at the apex of her thighs with ease, and ellie whimpers as you finally work the digit into her.
she never lasts anything beyond two minutes when you fuck her in the morning, but it’s when she’s the loudest. she whimpers and grunts and desperately ruts down against your hand. she comes with a loud moan she muffles against the pillow, and after coming down from her high, is quick on returning the favor by sliding under the sheets and settling between your legs.
cowgirl!ellie who likes to take you out on an afternoon trail ride, lay out a picnic near a lake, and stargaze once night crawls around. she usually plans these things on a sunday, given that its when she allows herself to rest some more...
cowgirl!ellie that likes to fuck you in the barn. hayloft? tack room? against the wall? she doesn't really care for where within the damn place, just likes to do it in it. it's not like there's any ears to hear you two, and she adores to hear your noises echo in the field outside.
"look at'cha," ellie croons, sliding her fingers out from your cunt. string of your slick connect from her middle to her ring finger like cobwebs, and she groans as she allows her tongue to lap up your mess. "wet from me just kissin' up your tits. they that sensitive, baby?"
"as if you weren't wailing from my mouth on yours earlier, els..."
your sass gets you rewarded by a smack against your hip, but ellie laughs it up as she leans down to capture your lips with hers. her breasts smush your own, and she swallows the whine you produce as soon as her fingers work their way into your warmth again. every noise you make settles deep into her lungs as she works the pads of her fingers against your g-spot.
it'll only be later, once showered and in bed, that you'll complain about a sore and prickly back from the square bales she'd laid you out on, but not now.
cowgirl!ellie that has a thing for you riding her with her cowboy hat atop your head. she moans louder than you do, honestly, even if she can't feel much every time you sink down on her strap. she always turns into a needy mess when you ride her; she babbles, coaxes your hips to move with flimsy squeezes, and tries desperately to sit up and take your tits into her mouth. sweat builds up on her flushed, freckled chest, and it's so very easy to mark her up as yours all over her neck and shoulders thanks to her delicate and thin skin.
A/N: As a gardener I loved this one so much. And yes the title is inspired by Miss Doja.
Requested? Yes
𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃
You’re curled up on the couch in just an oversized tee and panties when Ellie drops down beside you with the joint already lit. The apartment smells like weed and the caramel scented candle you lit earlier. She’s in an old tank top and boxers, eyes already a little glassy, that lazy, hungry smile tugging at her mouth.
“Look at you,” she says, voice low and rough as she looks you over. “All soft and easy for me already. C’mere.”
You giggle as you crawl into her lap. She cups your jaw, thumb stroking your bottom lip, and brings the joint to your mouth.
“Open up. Inhale for me.”
You do. The smoke fills your lungs, warm and thick. She takes the next hit herself, then leans in and presses her mouth to yours, exhaling slowly so it slips between your lips. You breathe it in, already feeling the edges of the world go soft, a soft moan leaving your lips at the intimacy of it.
She does it again. And again. Until your head is floating and your limbs feel heavy and sweet.
“There we go,” she murmurs against your mouth, smiling lazy. “All floaty and stupid for me already. You like that?”
You nod, slow. She hums, pleased, and tugs the tee up and off, tossing it aside. You’re left in just your panties. Ellie looks at you for a long second, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, before leaning down to mouth at your neck, your collarbone, the soft skin of your breasts.
“Feel good?” she asks between kisses. You make a soft sound and nod. She chuckles, low and mean. “Yeah. Look at you. Can’t even think straight already. Perfect.”
She takes your panties off slowly, then sits back, looking at you all bare and dazed in her lap.
“Stay right here,” she says, gently lifting you and placing you back on the couch, voice thick with her high. “Don’t move.”
She stands and disappears down the hall for a minute. You hear the soft clink of the harness, the sound of her adjusting the straps, you squeeze your thighs together as a fresh wave of wetness coats your pussy. When she comes back your heavy eyes practically roll to the back of your head at the sight of the thick cock between her legs. She drops back onto the couch, pulls you into her lap again, and guides your hand to the toy.
“Feel that?” she asks, voice rough. “Gonna put this in you. Nice and slow. You want it?”
“Yes,” you breathe, already a little gone.
She nods, presses a messy kiss to your mouth, then lays you on your back, hovering over you as she guides the thick head against your entrance. “Gonna fuck you stupid. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She pushes in gradually, one long, steady slide that makes your mouth fall open on a broken moan. The stretch is perfect, the pressure almost too much and not enough at the same time. She bottoms out and just stays there, grinding in tiny circles, hands stroking your sides, your breasts, your throat.
“Fuck,” she breathes, forehead dropping to yours. “You’re so tight.”
She starts moving, slow, deep, rolling thrusts that drag the toy over every sensitive spot inside you. Every stroke feels heavier than usual, like it’s sinking straight into your spine. Your thoughts are already scattering.
“That’s it,” she coos, lips brushing yours. “Just take it. Don’t have to think. Don’t have to do anything but feel how full you are.”
She keeps the pace deliberate, almost lazy, hips rolling in a steady rhythm that never speeds up. One hand finds your clit, rubbing slow circles in time with her thrusts. The other cups your breast, thumb flicking your nipple every time she sinks in deep. The sensations make your eyes roll back. You’re dripping down the toy, down her hips, making everything wet and filthy.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, voice soft and mean. “All dumb and drooling on my cock. Brain’s gone, huh? Just a soft little hole for me to use.”
You nod again, helpless, mouth open. She leans down and kisses you messy, tongues sliding slow, both of you high and greedy for it. Every time she bottoms out she grinds hard, pressing against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
“Good girl,” she breathes. “Just stay like this. Soft. Empty. Let me fuck you stupid.”
She keeps going for what feels like forever, long, deep strokes that never rush, just fill and drag and fill again. Your thoughts dissolve completely. There’s only the thick stretch of her inside you, the slow rub on your clit, the way her mouth keeps finding your nipples to suck and bite. You’re moaning constantly now, soft and broken, words reduced to “please” and “more” and “Ellie” that don’t even sound like real language anymore.
When you finally come it’s slow and devastating, rolling through you in heavy waves that make your whole body seize and shake. She fucks you through it without ever speeding up, whispering filthy praise against your ear the whole time.
“That’s it. Come on my cock like a good dumb baby. So pretty when you’re all fucked out.”
She follows soon after, hips stuttering as she grinds deep and stays there, panting against your neck, both of you high and sweaty and completely wrecked.
After, she doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays buried inside you, lazy kisses pressed to your temple, one hand stroking your hair while the high keeps you both floaty and soft.
“My perfect baby,” she murmurs, smiling against your skin. “Gonna keep you like this all night.”
She stays buried inside you for a long minute after, both of you high and breathing hard, her forehead pressed to yours. Then she slowly pulls out, the thick toy sliding free with a wet sound that makes you whimper. You’re still twitching, cunt clenching around nothing, completely fucked stupid and floating.
Ellie kisses the corner of your mouth, voice low and rough.
“Not done with you yet baby.”
She shifts down the couch, pushing your thighs wider with her hands. You’re so sensitive that even the air feels like too much. When she leans in and drags her tongue through your soaked folds, your whole body jerks.
“Mmph- Ellie-”
“Shh,” she murmurs against you, already licking again, slow and filthy. “Just take it. You’re all messy for me. Wanna taste how fucked out you are.”
She flattens her tongue and drags it up over your swollen clit, then does it again, and again, steady and relentless. You’re overstimulated and high as hell, every nerve ending lit up and screaming. It borders on too much, sharp, electric, almost painful, but it feels so good you can’t stop pushing into her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” she breathes, sounding wrecked and pleased. “Look at you. Can’t even stay still. Just a trembling little mess.”
She sucks your clit into her mouth and your back arches hard off the couch. A broken sob tears out of you. Your hands fist in her hair, not pulling her away, just holding on because you need something to ground you while your brain short circuits all over again.
“That’s it,” she coos between licks, voice thick with the high. “Cry for me. You’re so pretty when you’re overstimulated and needy. My good dumb girl.”
She keeps going, slow, thorough, mean in the best way, alternating between long flat strokes and tight little sucks that make your thighs shake violently around her head. You’re babbling nonsense now, high and overstimulated and loving every second of it as another orgasm starts building way too soon.
“Ellie- it’s- it’s too much-”
“I know,” she says, soft and filthy against your cunt. “But you’re gonna come on my tongue like the sweet girl you are.”
She seals her mouth over your clit and sucks hard, two fingers sliding back inside you at the same time, and you shatter. The orgasm hits sharp and overwhelming, ripping through your already wrecked body until you’re sobbing and shaking and trying to twist away even as your hips keep grinding against her face.
Ellie doesn’t stop. She just holds you down and licks you through it, gentle now but still relentless, until you’re completely limp and twitching and high out of your mind.
Only then does she crawl back up, kissing your cheeks, your open mouth, tasting like you and weed and satisfaction.
“Perfect,” she murmurs against your lips, voice soft and proud. “My perfect girl. So fucking good for me.”
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if you could describe ellie and abby in one word it would be total losers—okay, maybe that was two words, but they fit perfectly. not in a bad way, but in a way that made you find them fascinatingly adorable. the three of you became friends after ellie volunteered to tutor you three years ago on a math assignment, and seemingly stuck around for help without you asking her to.
abby, on the other hand, came as a bonus. she had nothing better to do than follow her best friend around like a little puppy and join you two in the library. she was quiet at first and seemed shy, but ultimately opened up to you fine. ellie, on the other hand, was a talker. the type of loser that blabbered on and on about her interests and whatever was fascinating her that day.
you had grown used to their dynamic. abby being quiet and off doing homework or going to the gym, and ellie lounging in their shared apartment playing video games or reading comic books. you often found yourself hanging out there—sitting on the sofa and flipping through magazine while one cleaned and the other did whatever.
it was usually abby cleaning, though. ellie was kind of a pig when it came to that and you found yourself scolding her like a mother if you walked into her room: “ellie pick up your dirty clothes!” or “ellie, stop leaving cups on your desk. it’s disgusting!” and abby’d simply laugh cutely beneath her breath as she watched you two argue.
this dynamic had worked out for two years without.. insolent thoughts lingering in your mind. at first, it started out as just simple crushes on the both of them. beginning with ellie. you had waltzed into their apartment like always and made yourself at home by eating their snacks. ellie was somewhere within, but you didn’t bother to check.
unfortunately, you should have. because when you went to use the bathroom, you found her half naked with a towel wrapped around her waist and a shirt half pulled over her head. your cheeks immediately reddened and you looked away quickly, shutting the door behind you with a loud thud.
“what the hell, els!” you shouted, flushed and embarrassed that you had just walked in on her in that state.
ellie, on the other side of the door, was equally as thrown off and embarrassed. “why didn’t you knock—?!” she squeaked, voice high.
“why didn’t you lock the door!” you countered.
her eyes widened at your defense, “i’m in my own damn apartment, y/n!”
from that moment on, the awkwardness dwindled and settled into something.. different. you couldn’t help but remember the way her body looked with droplets of water rippling down her skin. the freckles that scattered across her chest and moved down over the toned and she didn’t even need to work hard for.
it developed into late night moans of her name as you pleasured yourself and eased the stress from morning classes and midnight assignments. of course you kept it to yourself because hey, even if you were usually very up front and went for what you wanted, you were still embarrassed for putting yourself in that situation to begin with.
some embarrassing moments just couldn’t be lived down.
then, there was abby. you developed a crush on her a couple months later, and it wasn’t by pure accident. she was so sweet to you—always offering to carry your bag, bring you food when you were hungry, and massage your muscles when you were tired from walking.
it had been a normal late night at their apartment—ellie off playing video games in her room and you sprawled out in abby’s sheets with a sigh. “you okay over there?” she lifted her gaze from her homework and leaned back into her chair.
she crossed her arms over her chest, biceps bulging against the tightness of her shirt. you had pretended not to notice her muscles for a while, but it suddenly became harder to not wish you could bite them.
“yeah, just like— super stressed.” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip and turning onto your side. your hair fell behind you, skirt riding up your thighs. abby’s gaze drifted up and down your body before she stood and trudged over toward where you laid, “you need a massage?” she offered kindly.
her hands were already reaching for your hips before you could protest. it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the feel of her hands on you, but it had suddenly become much more than that. you obliged, and allowed her to roll you onto your back. she perched herself between you thighs like always.
“is your legs that hurt?” she asked, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes.
you nodded, and her hands immediately found the plush flesh of your thighs. she squeezed gently, working the muscle. it made your insides fold and knot with a tight warmth. her fingers prodded at the muscles, urging them to release the tension that was clearly being caused by her and not your incessant amount of walking.
though, she could be oblivious.
the night ended like always—her easing your tense muscles and you going home to ease.. something else inside of your body.
and now, you were stuck with two conclusions.
one, you definitely liked ellie.
and two, you definitely liked abby.
the third and final conclusion that hadn’t occurred to you until tonight—perched on their sofa and watching them fight over the last ramen packet—was that maybe you could have them.. together.
they did seem awful close, and sometimes, you found yourself wondering if they ever fucked on their own. but, you didn’t really care because at this point, your pussy was aching for both of their fingers inside of you.
you eyed them, thighs squeezing together uncontrollably. shifting on the sofa, ellie was the first meet your gaze from across the apartment. she seemed to notice the change in atmosphere, and immediately walked towards you. “what’s wrong, y/n?” she questioned, taking a seat beside you. abby’s ears perked up, her eyes fluttering to your face.
“you okay?” she asked.
your cheeks warmed beneath both of their gazes. it was neither their faces that filled your mind but the way they’d devour you. you sighed, leaning your head back and covering your face with your hands. “yeah, i’m okay.” your voice came out rather stiffly.
ellie tilted her head to the side and then looked back at her best friend—who was now sauntering over.
“what’s wrong? you sore again?”
“again?” ellie’s eyebrows furrowed to which abby nodded her head. “i give her massages every now and then.” the auburn girl’s cheeks puffed out in a pout.
her fingers grazed your thigh, making you twitch, “i coulda given you massages if you asked, you know.” she murmured beneath her breath, obviously jealous. this caught your attention. you peeked out from between your fingers at her, her cheeks slightly pink.
like she was fighting off the flush creeping up her neck. you took this as an opportunity to push forward.
“would you?”
“yeah.” she answered instantly, “where does is it tense? i’ll make it feel better.”
her words made your cunt ache even more, and it didn’t help that abby was watching you two intently from the side. you shuddered, “you’ll really massage me? anywhere i ask?” ellie’s head cocked to the side as if she was suddenly catching your drift.
before she could answer, you pushed yourself and onto her lap. you wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing down onto her lap as your face came closer to her’s.
she tensed beneath you.
“you promise? even if it’s somewhere.. embarrassing?”
her bottom lip sucked itself between her teeth, her hands finding their way to your hips. abby coughed awkwardly, cheeks suddenly deathly hot. “um, i’m gunna give you two some privacy—“ you reached out your hand, grabbing her wrist tightly.
“no, please stay,” your eyes found her’s, puppy dog eyes suddenly filling her vision. the blonde tensed the same as ellie from your touch. your voice sounded so seductive and pleading that it was hard to say no to you. abby’s stomach coiled and she turned to face the sofa again. “i want.. both of you to touch me.”
ellie’s eyes widened, “w-what—? you.. wait a minute—“ her voice stammered as she suddenly became hyper aware of what you were asking for. but the moment your face turned to meet her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel warmer at the request. you leaned towards her as abby settled onto the sofa beside ellie.
“please,” you pleaded, hand threading through her auburn locks; short strands twirling between your fingers. “els, i need it, please god,” you whined this time, cheeks desperately red. “i need it, i need it—“ you begged over and over again, and it made her heart pound.
she cut you off, her hand gripping back of your neck as she pulled you into a kiss. it was hasty and hot, tongue already sliding between your lips as she fought you for dominance she quickly won. she leaned back on the sofa until you were knelt above her, back arched and ass in the air.
your skirt fell over your thighs and hips, showing off the bright pink thong you had on. abby’s eyes fell to that slick spot, her heart racing. you had told her you wanted her to touch you, too. so, she did just that. positioning herself behind you, she reached her hand up to cup your cunt. you moaned into ellie’s mouth.
abby sighed heavily, “fuck.” she murmured, sliding the fabric to the side to find your glistening and aching pussy. she slipped two fingers between you folds before teasingly rubbing at your clit.
ellie’s hands found their way from your hips to your breasts, slipping beneath your shirt and fondling them harshly. her fingers grazed your hardened peaks before tugging and making you break away from the kiss. you threw your head back, the stimulation from both ends making you see starts.
“f—fuck, ah- shit..” you whimpered, cheeks red and eyes shut. ellie watched from beneath, her expression contorting as her hips bucked up from the lack of friction against them. abby continued her relentless assault on your cunt. she slowly slid her fingers inside and began fucking into you.
when you whimpered and whined, ellie cut you off by shoving two of her fingers into your mouth. “suck,” she instructed, and you did as you were told. her head lolled to the side, admiring your pretty face as you took abby’s fingers knuckle deep and her’s into your mouth. “such a pretty bunny,” she cooed. “yeah? you wanna hop on your fingers, huh?”
her words egged you on, rocking back into abby’s constant pressure. she crooked her fingers, making your eyes water and fuck up your mascara until it was running down your cheeks.
“isn’t she a pretty little thing?”
“the prettiest,” abby whispered shyly, suddenly removing her fingers and replacing them with her tongue. you groaned around ellie’s, saliva coating her digits and dribbling down her wrist. “tastes even better.”
ellie groaned, “fuck, i wanna taste her, too.”
suddenly, you were being switched. abby’s face came into view, her lips attacking yours with a feverish need you didn’t know that she had in her. she discarded your shirt quickly as ellie began to spread your thighs for her. she settled beneath you so that you were practically sitting on her face.
when your cunt came down to relax on her lips, she sucked your clit hard and fondled your entrance with her tongue. you could hardly concentrate on either sensation. abby’s lips suddenly around your nipples—sucking and tugging with her teeth as she massaged the other breast. “ab—abby, baby, fuck,” you groaned, cheeks desperately warm.
“m’ so—“ you were cut off by her lips on your’s again, attacking yours with her tongue as ellie urged you to ride her face. “s’too good—mm..mm—“ you moaned into her mouth, to which she sucked up gently. “i wanna cum so bad..”
ellie suddenly came out from under you. she wiped her lips and glanced to her best friend who was already scooping you up in her strong arms.
you whined at the sudden absence of stimulation, but didn’t mind being in her arms. she carried you towards ellie’s bedroom with ease, “what’re you guys doing—?” you heard the sound of something clicking, and suddenly your eyes found ellie’s bare body with a thick long strap attached around her waist.
abby dropped you down onto the bed.
“you’re gunna ride her,” she said softly, hand coming up to squish your cheeks between her fingers. you had never seen them so dominate before. it was hard to tell they were a bunch of losers on the outside—especially abby. she was no longer shy anymore. her eyes held a fire in them. a need that matched yours perfectly.
her lips came down to ghost over your neck. “then i’m gunna fuck you,” she whispered. “this’ what you wanted right? for us to use that pussy?” you whimpered, writhing beneath her with need.
“y-yes—!”
she smirked, pulling back and letting ellie take over. her hands found your hips as she prodded your thighs open and let the tip of the silicon rub against your clit. you whined, clawing at her arms, “els—please, d-don’t tease me—“ your eyes met her’s desperately. “m’ so sensitive..”
“good,” she chuckled, fingers digging into your thighs as she hiked them up over her hips. the strap nudged your entrance, the thickness coming to stretch you open with force. her pace was soft at first, gentle and letting you adjust.
you turned your head, watching as abby sat in ellie’s gaming chair, hand disappearing into her pants. she huffed, watching the way her best friend fucked into your pussy with reverent speed. she was going harder, making you whimper and whine because you had no other way of expressing your pleasure. it was all too much what they were doing to you. it wasn’t fair at all.
and they were getting so much pleasure out of it.
“you’re such a good kitten, huh?” abby smirked, tilting her head as she played with her pussy beneath her clothes.
ellie bit her bottom lip, slapping your thigh as she drove in into your cunt, strap hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl. “i think she’s a good slut who likes to be watched while she gets fuck,” her hand came to rest on your throat, keeping your gaze on abby. “yeah? you a whore that likes to get fucked?”
you nodded quickly, an absolute mess.
“yeah, a good slut that likes my best friend watching as i fuck your pretty pussy.”
you were so close to letting the tension that coiled deep in your belly to release. to let that sweet sweet pressure finally wash over you, but as soon as you were about to cum, ellie pulled out.
“els!” you whined, clawing at her to come back. instead, she just laughed and winked before letting abby take her place. the blonde grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach and giving your ass a firm smack and squeeze. she jiggled the flesh before shoving her own strap deep inside.
not your pussy, though. no, that was already stretched out far enough. you groaned, pain and pleasure mixing together as it shot up your spine and made your grasp at ellie’s sheets. you watched as she scooped up a glob of your wetness from her strap and sucked it off her fingers. you whimpered, abby driving in and out. she was gentler than ellie, but still just as fast and relentless.
her head leaned down so her lips couple brush against your ear. skin met skin with each slap, your as jiggling against the rhythm. “yeah? you like that, baby?” she cooed sweetly, huffing warm breaths against your skin. you nodded, her large hand coming to push your face into the mattress.
“you take it so well, angel,” she praised you, glancing at ellie who was already relieving herself. her fingers drove into her pussy at a needy speed, loving the way you moaned into her sheets. like a needy little thing—something that only got played with and took dick. her head leaned back, “fuck me, jesus.”
abby smirked, finding her own release imminent on her tongue. she shuddered at the way your pussy leaked it’s juices, and she used her fingers to suddenly push it back in. your back arched at the double stimulation—both ass and pussy being stretch and used.
“a-abs!” you whined, “p-please! s’too mu—much!”
your whines were nothing in their eyes. to them, you were something to just use and play with at the moment. your pretty little body was a blessing, and they both needed release as your ass jiggled and rippled against abby’s hips.
soon enough, pleasure washed over all three of you, your body deflating onto ellie’s mattress. abby pulled out and laid down beside you, her hand rubbing your hip shyly. her cheeks were red and her hair was sticking to her forehead. “too much?” she whispered into your ear from you behind.
you simply shook your head, but ellie answered for you when she slid onto her bed beside you.
“nah,” she chuckled, brushing a piece of hair from you forehead. “she could take more than that. maybe we can try both straps at once time—“
you rolled your eyes, “don’t get ahead of yourself, els.” to which abby simply laughed. her arm wrapped around you, hugging you close against her. your back to her chest. she was warm, and you definitely pegged her for the cuddly type after sex.
“mm.. whatever you say, princess,” ellie smirked, cuddling up against you as well. she tucked her head over your chin and brought her hand to rest on your thigh, slotting it between her’s comfortably. “you know, we could do this more often.”
you eyes crinkled as you smiled. “yeah? why not both of you just date me then?” you suggested playfully. “that way i can have you both to myself. at once or alone.”
abby’s nose brushed against the back of your neck as her eyes fluttered to meet ellie’s questioningly. the girl’s cheeks were red, “what? like some weird trouple thing?” she questioned.
“i think the word you’re looking for is polygamy.” abby replied.
you smiled softly and patted her hand on your tummy, “yeah, that’s what ellie means, thank you sweet girl.” abby kissed your skin.
ellie looked away, “what if i get jealous?”
“of abby being with me?”
“of whatever!”
“awh, els! you two can do it too without me, you know—“
“i didn’t mean that!”
“i wouldn’t mind.” abby perked up.
ellie’s cheeks reddened even more. “nobody asked you!”
main tag : @rodysnm @mimisafemme @elliewilliamskisser2000 @perfectscissorsmoneyzonk @elliespup @blu-berry45 @ki19iva @sophislover @user77091025 @amoravelee @defnothzel
girlfriend!ellie is so incredibly grabby whenever you fuck—not in a weird, possessive way, but because she just gets utterly entranced sometimes.
skin to skin is her goddamn thing. she’s sweet, genuinely. she’s got a nerdy side. and she also has a slutty side. of course she likes to fuck and feel good, and seeing her girlfriend get off? heaven on earth.
any part of you that can be touched? ellie’s hands are there. ellie’s lips are there. once in a relationship, she’s confident… meaning she’ll go for what she wants—which is you, obviously.
her fingers can frequently be found digging into the soft plush of your thighs, kneading at the swell of your tits, or grasping at your hips—holding and steering and guiding for more, more, more.
ellie also has the occasional habit of accidentally overstimulating you when she’s the one giving. purely because she gets utterly fixated on watching you. depending on the day, (okay, any day) she might (she does) just favor the sight of your pussy taking in her deft fingers over her favorite movie.
her hands are always quick to pry at your thighs, to palm over your knees, to slide around your waist… she’s touchy. in love. can you blame her?
warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn what plot, tension, brat taming, degradation, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, humiliation, dumbification, strap referred to as cock.
summary: you and toph have been arguing for days, until she’s finally fed up and decides to shut you up her way. based on this req.
wc: 3.3k
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Seven days.
It’d been seven days since this petty fighting started, and it did not seem to be ending anytime soon.
Your attitude kept worsening by the day, constantly putting an already irritated Toph on edge, and despite her attempts to act like nothing happened, you’d manage to flip it on her and somehow turn the situation into a fight again.
Petty and petty didn’t mix — and you two were clear proof of that.
“Hey,” she calls out blankly, sitting before you at the dining table. “Can you pass me the salt?”
You slice through your steak, not even bothering to look up at her. “You have hands. Get it yourself.”
She stays silent, then takes a deep breath to keep herself from throwing you out of the window. “.. It’s closer to you.”
“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the salt and roughly tossing it her way on purpose, the bottle bumping against her shoulder before uselessly dropping on the floor. You’re pleased by her angry frown, looking down to resume your eating. “There you go.”
Her plate clatters loudly against the table, frantically rattling when she harshly spears her steak with her knife.
You cast her a lazy glance, noting her furious face and tightly pursed lips, like she was trying her best not to get up and just beat you up.
“You’re disrupting our dinner,” you state casually, chewing your morsel of meat. “Eat quietly. Well, maybe that’s too much to ask of you. Silence has never really been your strong suit after all.”
“Alright, that’s it.” Her chair crashes backwards from how fast she gets up, her ustensils dropped as she reaches for your collar across the table, pulling you up from your seat with a startled gasp from you.
She pulls you as close as the table separating you allows, practically spitting in your face. “What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve been a bitch all week. If your dumb little brain didn’t notice, I’ve been trying my best to ignore your childish taunts, time and time again. I kept giving you chances to fix your attitude without me asking you to.” She gives you a rougher shake, “but I’ve had it up to here; you’re gonna tell me what the hell your problem is right now, so we can fucking solve it and you can stop barking in my ear all day.”
You stare at her, taking in how red her face had gotten and how her chest heaved with barely held back fury..
Hot.
You contemplate indulging her for a second, but after considering it, you settle on huffing out a small chuckle. “See, I was right. Silence really isn’t your strong suit at all.”
With her forearm veins bulging at the strain of her tightened grip on your collar, you knew it was coming before she even moved. You ducked, evading her lunging at you, but her hands roughly sweep everything off the table, your plates shattering and the food spilling all over the floor.
You frown in disgust at the mess, watching the sauce trickle into the space between the floor tiles. “Ew, what the hell— Mmf!”
Toph uses the distraction to sneak up on you, slapping her hand over your mouth as she hisses into your ear. “You never shut the fuck up, do you?”
You thrash in her grasp, but who were you to win a physical fight against a police chief? She easily twists your arms behind you, slamming your front down against the dinner table, your breath knocked out of your lungs.
“I suggest you start speaking,” her fingers curl up, metalbending one of the dropped forks closer to her and into her hand. She molds a thin bracelet-looking cuff, tying it fluidly around your wrists before hardening it snugly against them. “Word of advice, forcing people to talk is a part of my job, so I’m rather good at it.”
“Let go of me, you sick asshole!” You yell, but her fingers stay loosely wrapped around your nape to hold you down. “What do you think you’re doi— Woahh!” A surprised squeal leaves your mouth, your face contorted in shock and disdain at the feel of something poking against your ass. “No way, don’t tell me you— oh my god! You’re such a fucking loser, you’re already strapped!?”
At that, she grins, rather proud for what you thought would offend her. “Yeah. With all your recent mouthing off, I figured it’d eventually come in handy. And hey, what do you know?” Her free hand comes down on your backside with a lazy smack, making you flush and stammer indignantly in response. “Seems like my intuition was right. Maybe fucking that attitude out of you will do.”
As angry as you try to stay, her bulge big and evident against the meat of your ass has you unconsciously pushing back against her, heat already pooling in your lower belly. “Get off me! You bitch— .. Mmgh fuck. Hey, stop doing that!”
“Doing what?” She coos, slowly rocking her hips against yours and relishing the mewls you tried muffling in order to preserve your dignity. Her grip tightens around your neck, pressing down on your carotids. “Talk. Tell me, where the fuck did all this attitude come from this week?”
You grumble under your breath, your cheek squished against the table, “.. Fuck you. You started it.”
“Watch your mouth.” Her hand flexes against your neck, coaxing a garbled choke out of you. She exhales through her nose, feeling down the curve of your arched back with her flat palm, grazing the space over your ass in silent warning. “I started what, exactly?”
You chew on your lip, stubbornly quiet, also growing lightheaded at the choking.
Toph only sighs at your prolonged silence, letting go of you for her hands to slide down and grab the ends of your skirt. Your eyes blow wide open, writhing in embarrassment. “Hey! What the hell are you— Augh!”
Another powerful slap meets the back of your thigh, the soft skin turning a light red, and she proceeds to slowly lift your skirt up over your ass, smiling at the way your entire body was burning up with shame. “Big mouth for someone so easily tamed.”
Her touch ghosts over your now bared skin, then brushes over your dampened panties, a pleasantly surprised cackle erupting from her lips at the wet patch. “Easily soaked, too. Seriously, why do you even try?”
Before you get to reply, her hips are back against yours, her clothed bulge now directly poking your drooling slit, an involuntary moan spilling from your lips, to which she smiles wistfully. “You could make this so much easier for both of us, but no, you’re set on being the bitchiest brat I’ve ever seen. I miss your more obedient days.”
You scoff, trying to regain any shred of composure. “What, can’t stand me calling out your bullshit?”
“So far,” her thumbs dig into your cheeks, her other fingers hooking under your hips. “You haven’t named one example of said bullshit. I’ll tell you what’s really going on here. You’re the one who actually started all this, and you just now realized it, and you’re too proud to admit it.”
“A-As if,” you mumble, your wrists marred from the useless attempts to slip out of her binds. “You know damn well that you’re the bitch here, Toph.”
You can’t see it, but her grin’s filthy.
She undoes her fly, not bothering to argue anymore. “Oh, I’ll show you how much of a bitch I can be.”
The sound of her zipper has you jolting up, trying to twist your head back to look her. “Toph, what are you— oh fuck!”
She snickers, tugging your lacies to the side and gliding her tip over your shamefully wet folds. “Don’t know why it took me this long to do this. I should’ve just fucked you stupid the first time you talked back to me.”
A sharp cry rips through your throat when she angles your hips up and immediately slams into you, your back snapping into a bone-cracking arch. “Oh— oh my— I’m— Toph!!!”
Your screams phase out into just as loud moans, your nipples squished and aching against the hardwood of the table as your entire body bounces with the force of her pounding.
“Fuck,” she grunts, hiking one of your thighs up to spread you wider, the toy pumping in and out of you in fast, wet thrusts. “So tight. ‘s been so long since I fucked you, maybe that’s why you’ve been acting up so much. Needy slut.”
You completely lose it when she positions you onto your side, her hand holding your thigh up to her chest, your pussy swollen and well-stretched. The new position also allows you to catch a glimpse of her, and you’re not sure whether you like it or not.
Her pace is so brutal your eyes stay rolled back for so long you thought you were blind, drool pooling down your mouth and onto the table, your usual protests leaving way for squeaky mewls and whines.
The one leg you’re balanced on threatens to give out, spasming uncontrollably while Toph continues fucking you hard and fast. She senses your poor knee wobbling and hitting hers in return, and if you weren’t already crying, you would’ve cried at the mocking laugh she breathes out at your state. “All bark and no fucking bite. Few minutes of my cock and you already can’t stand? Really wish you had support right now, don’t you? Well, I’d help you, but ‘you have hands’. You can do it yourself.”
You hiccup a sob, what was supposed to be a snappy comeback turning into a lewd whimper with a lazy snap of her hips.
Another laugh rumbles through her throat, even more derisive. “What was that? Man, you sure are loud. Silence really isn’t your strong suit either.”
“S-Shut up!” You manage to cry out, cheeks flushed red with shame and all your sobbing. You turn your face away into the table to stop looking at her, your disheveled hair pooling over you. “Fuck you! Go fuck yourself, I hate you!”
She sighs dramatically, tutting and patting your naked hip. “Ah-ah. Such vulgar language, that won’t do. Seems like someone isn’t fucked out enough.”
Panic sets in, your head flying up to glare at her through wide open glazed eyes. “No wait—”
“Don’t worry,” she croons sweetly, the dirtiest of smiles on her face. “I’m not so cruel that I’d ignore your poor, tired leg.”
You’re not dumb enough to be relieved by that, your eyes narrowing as you wait for her next move. “What the hell are you thinking— Ah!”
Your answer is quickly answered by her hands easily flipping you onto your back, hiking both your thighs up to wrap around her waist now. She sneers down at you, her tone deceptively sweet. “See, am I not the most considerate girlfriend ever? With the way you’ve been behaving, I should’ve had you kneeling on rice.”
You wince at the metal digging into you from this position, your wrists still bound behind your back. She chooses to ignore that, her hands sliding over the back of your thighs to the junction of your knees. “There, now you won’t need to tire your legs out. All that’s left for me to exhaust is your stupid, bratty mouth.”
Your prideful scoff doesn’t even get to leave your lips fully before your mouth rips open in a scream, her large fingers pushing down your thighs to your chest and her cock plunging into your tight walls.
“Just keep mouthing off,” she snorts, her tongue darting out to lick her upper lip before it twists into a crooked smirk. “See where that gets you.”
Your attempts are hopeless, tears streaming down your face in waves and either seeping into your hair or forming tiny puddles on the creaking table. You didn’t want to enjoy this so much, you really didn’t — but oh fuck would you be a lying bitch if you said you didn’t miss this.
You can’t even remember what you got mad at her for in the first place, your mind solely focused on the flared tip repeatedly striking your cervix and the unbearably hot woman between your legs.
Your ankles dangle uselessly above your head, and you don’t feel the way your tongue lolls out as you pant breathlessly until you choke on your own drool, causing a pathetic fit of coughing and sniffling.
Her condescending smile doesn’t help the situation; you were making such a fool of yourself you could die from the humiliation. You were just glad she was fucking blind, because god knows what face you were making right now.
“Give me one,” she suddenly demands, matter-of-factly, and you huff at the audacity. Did she think she could just command an orgasm?
Well apparently, she could. She gives you no time to laugh at her order, bucking her hips up and slamming into your G-spot so perfectly you gush out all over the toy with a flustered yelp, some of your slick landing on her lower belly.
Her eyes blow wide open almost as much as yours, her smile growing too, “Oooh, big gush. That’s a good girl.”
Your right eye twitches at the praise, but they both roll back when she resumes her slow rocking against your still twitching cunt.
Hoarse cries leave your quivering mouth when she begins picking up the pace, your legs weakly kicking in her grasp to no avail. “T-Toph, ‘s too much—”
“You’ll keep giving me more.” Her voice’s so firm it cuts through your haze, your features twisting into a puzzled frown. She exhales deeply and you hate the way the sight makes you throb, her bangs damp with sweat and looming over her milky eyes, the rest of her dark hair pooling over her thick shoulders and buff arms, the very ones that were folding you into a mating press.
You croak in pained pleasure at a particularly harsh thrust, one that has your toes curling and your vision blurring. “Toph— I’m—”
She tongues the inside of her cheek in focus, beads of sweat rolling off her neck, “I’ll stop when you say sorry.”
“Wh— .. What!?” You stammer, but your words are once again cut short, this time with a smack to one of your lifted thighs. Her grin’s a twisted thing, her words just as taunting. “What? You sass me all week, and you expect me to let you go with one spank and an orgasm? That’s a dishonor to the mighty Beifong name.”
When more jumbled up, babbled sobs spill from your lips, she cocks an eyebrow, laughing heartily like she wasn’t wrecking your insides. “Aww, what’s with the crying? Weren’t you all smug and cocky a little while ago? Called me a bitch, if I recall correctly? Told me to go fuck myself, too.” She looks up at the ceiling, smiling fondly like she was remembering her favourite memories. “Such good times. Hey, why don’t you say all that to me again? Go on, baby.”
Her gaze is back on you and it’s so sweet you’d think it loving. The only warning you get is the sly squint of her eyes, and the next thing you know, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and thrashing wildly, her fingers coming down to circle and flick your puffy clit.
“To— Oh! Toph!!” It doesn’t help that your frenzied writhing only pushed your hips up against hers, her cock splitting you further. It was all so overwhelming — her ruthless thrusts striking your spongy spot over and over again, her thumb pressing down on your clit so meanly — you felt your head spin, another orgasm threatening to spill while you were still trying to ride out your previous one.
You’re so far gone when you cum, all mushy and tingly and numb, you could only tell you came by the filthy smirk on her face. “Look at you, all fucked out and stupid.” Her voice is the only thing that registers in your brain, your bleary eyes fluttering shut. A string of needy whimpers and soft cries is pulled out of you when she begins rutting up again. “Toph— please, please—”
“Ohh, begging. That’s a good start.” She muses, quite happy with herself as you try to force your eyes open, the feel of your own slick dripping down your folds to the mattress so vivid, all your senses heightened from the exhaustion. Toph hums impatiently, giving your thigh a warning slap. “You were saying?”
It’s all so unbearable your words keep getting swallowed up by incoming sobs, your entire body trembling under her, “I— please, I can’t. It’s so much.”
She leans down, her lips hovering over yours, close enough for her to feel your shaky breathing against hers, and for you to feel her warm whisper against yours. “Then apologize. Drop your pride, and apologize like the sorry slut that you are.”
Her smile’s gone, her tone more serious.
You swallow thickly, more tears pricking at your eyes from both shame and reluctant arousal. “I’m.. uhm.”
Her glare doesn’t soften, but her hips slowly lift up, the warning clear, and your eyes fly open in panic. “N—No wait! I’m.. I’m sorry.”
“Good,” she gives your swollen clit an approving tap to feel your full-body shudder, but she doesn’t rip her sightless eyes off your face. “Sorry for what?”
You sniffle, heat creeping up your cheeks. “.. For giving you a hard time.”
“No. For being a little bitch. Try again.”
The mind-numbing bliss made this feel more like a fever dream than actual reality, so you helplessly let the words stumble out of your lips. “I’m.. sorry for being a bitch.”
That earns you a small smile from her, and she flicks her fingers, finally freeing your hands from the metal binds. You let out a sigh of relief, bringing your cramping hands to your face, watching your numb digits curl so weakly.
Her hand pries them off your field of view though, back to looming over you, her body heavy against yours. She steals a brief kiss from your dry lips, stroking your thigh up and down. “And say you’re my stupid whore.”
“I’m your— huh, what?!” You blink incredulously, wiping at your teary eyes.
“Okay fine, just say you’re my dumb slut then.”
You stare at her, dumbfounded. “T-That’s the same thing! What are you even—”
She cuts you off, “Round three?”
“I’m your dumb slut.” You quickly sputter out, not giving yourself a chance to even listen to yourself. This whole ordeal made you consider knocking your head hard against a headboard to get amnesia and hopefully never remember this embarrassment again.
On the other hand, your girlfriend’s more than satisfied, smiling with all her teeth as she pinches your cheek and coos at you. “That’s right. My dumb slut. All mine.”
You sigh, the adrenaline wearing off, letting your muscles fully go limp from the force of your two orgasms. Toph pulls out, but before tossing the strap away, she urges you to sit up, which you painfully do.
“Closer,” her hand cradles the back of your head, and you’re confused as she tugs you closer to her. “Why? Closer where— Mmph!”
You’re muffled by her stuffing your mouth with the freshly used toy, that still dripped with your own wetness. You look up at her, baffled, and of course, her gaze’s as heated as it is happy.
She only gives your throat two lazy pumps, before tearing your head off her to hook her finger under your chin and lift your face up. “Just wanted to tell you I know how to keep your mouth busy enough not to sass me next time, so. Just something to keep in mind.”
With the dirtiest snicker, she points down at your soaked cunt then back to your mouth. “It’ll be the same drill. Just different holes.”
“Toph!!”
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* i once tried to slip out of this small hole in the wall of our uni cafeteria because a friend dared me to and i got stuck in it and so many friends had to gather from both sides of the wall to pull and push me and my pants started coming down so i just dropped and fell into this spiky bush and i became known as “stuck in a hole” girl for most of my 2nd year
you attempted on doomscrolling to pass time, to ignore how your underwear tightened around your heat that ached.
you tried to fall asleep, that didn’t work, you needed to let out an orgasm. badly. but you and korra had this rule of never masturbating, that the other could get the other off.
unluckily for you though, she was out and training. surely you could quickly get one out before she’d come back, right?
guilt gnawed in your chest, you didn’t like breaking promises but god you needed it so bad. you needed to cum to function.
leaning back on the bed, plopping your head onto your pillow while doubts came into your head and excuses all at the same time ‘surely korra has touched herself without telling me once, right? i mean that promise was made a long time ago, she won’t find out anyways.’
as you were deep in your thoughts, your hands had a mind of their own as they slipping down your pants all the way to your underwear to your clit.
you sighed of relief and relaxed, you missed this.
circling your finger around your clit and vulva, —spreading your arousal on your clit— your inner thighs getting sticky.
you momentarily shut your eyes to feel the pleasure, lifting your knees just a little and sinking into the euphoria, letting out a hum of pleasure.
before you could even reach peak, the door clicked open making you snap your eyes open and take your hands off your pants.
korra.
you immediately sat up.
her hand was by the door handle, other hand on the strap of her duffel bag, grip tightened, as she stared at you with her lips parted slightly in shock.
one of her eyebrow subtly raised, “just when i thought my girlfriend missed me, seemed like her hand was doing a better job.” she dropped her duffle bag by the door.
“korra— back so soon?” you awkwardly chuckled as she approached, a stern and rather disappointed look on her face, making you press your lips together tensely.
you watched as she got onto the bed, in between your thighs and peeling off her jacket. “seriously? don’t play dumb with me.” she grumbled, fluttering your eyes into yours.
you swallowed, looking away embarrassed and parted your mouth to speak but korra clicked her tongue, “don’t do that, look at me when your speaking.”
and you obeyed, turning your head to her and the embarrassment ate you alive, you forced yourself to look at her “i— was jus’ getting impatient. ‘m sorry korra.” you mumbled.
she hummed, tucking her short bob behind her ears. “didn’t hear you.” she teased, knowing damn well she heard you loud and clear.
she leaned closer to your face, caging you with both her muscular arms and pinning you down. “k—korra.” you uttered. “‘m sorry. i needed to cum so bad.”
korra couldn’t help but bite her inner cheek to stop herself from smirking and you could tell she was trying to hide it and that further embarrassed you.
you could tell she was enjoying your humiliation ritual right now.
“thats it?” she raised a brow, her hand pressing on your knee as she backed up just a little bit, propping herseld back in between your thighs, looking down at you.
you stared at her in confusion. “you know im not letting you get away with this.” her voice was low, as her hands found your waistband, tugging it slightly. “do you remember when we agreed that there will be punishment?”
then it clicked to you.
shit.
and she had a unapologetic—up to no good— smile on her face when she watched your expression drop. “i already apologized korra! i swear i won’t—“ “shut.” she demanded, your throat was gone dry in anticipation.
she slowly peeled off your sweatpants, her hands finding your clothed vagina all damp as she scoffed, unexpectedly pressing on it as your hips twitched.
“goodness. tell me, were you this wet before you touched yourself?” she turned to look at you as you bit your lower lip and nodded, she gently glided her finger on your clothed cunt that uncomfortable hugged your fleshy folds.
“you really are just a needy little thing, aren’t you?” she muttered, peeling off your wet underwear as the cold breeze brushed your skin.
desperate, you begged— “korra.. im losing my mind here.. just— please.” your eyes fluttered, blinking away tears as she feigned empathy.
“aww, my poor needy thing needs my finger so bad?” she purred, painting her fingers with your arousal, circling her finger around your clit as you shuddered.
without a beat, she stuffed a two fingers inside your cunt. “so eager to break a promise.” her smile faltered, curling her fingers inside of you and thrusting, holding your pelvis tightly with her hand as her thumb played with your clit, that immediately brought you better satisfaction than your own hand.
“k-korra.” you gasped, as the slick of your arousal fully coated her fingers inside of you, stretching you by the minute. “that’s it, thats my girl.” she cooed, feeling your gummy walls tighen around her fingers —ecstasy and adrenaline overwhelming your senses— before pulling out.
your walls pulsed around nothing as you blinked in confusion, frustration of needing an orgasm was evident in your expression as you watched her wipe her fingers clean with her mouth.
“are you serious..” you whimpered, she didnt even look at you and pretended to not hear you. “korra.” you snivelled before she smirked and plopped her two fingers out her mouth.
“what?” she pretended to be clueless before you pouted, she sighed. “huh.. okay.. then no orgasm for you tonight.” the bed dipped as she intended to get up before panic rose in your chest as you lunged forward, gripping onto her shirt.
“no! korra.. wait im sorry. please—“ your voice cracked. “—im so sorry.. ill be your good girl!” pleading, she turned to look down at you, her hand pressed against your disheveled head and you naturally leaned your head onto her waist.
“i almost feel bad for not letting you cum.” she muttered, her heart ached on how you looked like a kicked puppy. she sighed in defeat, “lean back.” and you obeyed without further question.
she fixed herseld between your thighs, your pussy already dripping and throbbing— begging to be touched— and without warning she curled her finger into your cunt once again, moving. you were so close.
fluttering your eyes shut, she clicked her tongue. “keep your eyes open. on me.” she demanded, and you listened, not wanting to risk a loss of an orgasm and being needy.
“yeah.. just like that.” she affirmed, your hips instinctively arched off the mattress to meet her knuckles, you moaned but you didn’t dare to look away from her, not even once as she picked up the pace.
“korraa—“ you whined, gasping in the overwhelming feeling of an orgasmed, squeezing tightly around her fingers as she kept going, milking the cum out of you.
she bit her lower lip, watching your lips part and roll your eyes back, an idea popped into her head as even when you stopped orgasming she continued to abuse her fingers onto your cunt and thumb on your clit.
“waitwaitwait.” you groaned, the feeling was too much, your clit was sensitive as you tilted your head back. “—ohmyfucking.”
she didn’t halt her movements, when she went silent you knew she meant business. you were so wet that she was easily able to fuck her fingers into you, that until you felt a much more stronger orgasm to come.
“i think— might pee.” your words stuttered, moans got louder, korra’s breaths got heavier, focusing on your red and poor clit before squirting all over her hands and sheets.
she withdrew her finger off of your poor cunt. “well would you look at that.” she exhaled, then turning to you but your eyes were already shut in a deep slumber.
“poor baby needed to cum so she can sleep?” korra said to no one in particular before leaning in and pecking your lips, proud of the mess she made you do.
