summary: the walls you’ve spent so long building are finally collapsing. the unspoken words between you have spilled out. but even though you’ve made your choice… has jinx made hers?
warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, angst, use of y/n, swearing?, oral (r! and j! receiving), fingering (r! and j! recieving), …. bitch idfk lmk if i missed anything… but i probably missed everything. read at your own risk ig.
*day four*
jinx never went home.
never went back to her hideout.
she didn’t climb into places that still felt like hers or haunt the rooftops she always lingers on. she didn’t wander her usual routes or retrace the same paths she always did. she didn’t hide in her usual corners, or stay tucked into rafters.
because now they’re a reminder of you.
so her boots carry her through unfamiliar stretches of the undercity; narrower alleys, quieter streets, places she’s never bothered claiming.
places you’d never think to go.
and still— you follow her anyway.
not physically; but in the way her thoughts keep circling back to you. the way your voice creeps into her head and threads through the silence that’s keeping her sane. jinx presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek, hard enough to sting.
focus.
this isn’t about feelings. it can’t be.
not when nothing adds up. not when sevika knows more than her.
the thought curls, heavy and ugly.
jinx exhales slowly through her nose, fingers twitching restlessly at her sides before she shoves them into her pockets. there’s a rhythm to her steps now; less wandering more intent.
she doesn’t go where sevika is— that’d be too easy, too obvious. instead she goes where sevika will be— routes she runs, deals she oversees, places she recognizes and others she doesn’t.
but jinx knows patterns. she knows how people move when they think no one is watching. and sevika?
sevika’s predictable.
something sharp cuts through the calm in her chest, anticipation. or maybe it’s frustration. either way it’s dangerous.
because if sevika won’t talk— jinx will have to make her.
the last drop sits just across the street now, humming low and constant.
the noise drifts through open doors and cracked windows, the laughter inside is loud; jinx can hear glasses clinking and warped music. voices are slurred and boots drag on pavement more than step.
all while she lingers in the shadows; half-hidden between flickering street lamps and rusted metal.
she doesn’t move right away; she just watches. counts.
people in and out. patterns. they’re always there.
but there’s nothing unusual, nothing worth noting.
so jinx’s gaze moves upwards; past the open doors, past noise, past bar-goers packed inside.
higher. where it’s quieter. where it matters.
she doesn’t cross the street or go anywhere near the entrance— she never planned to. her path cuts sideways, slipping between buildings where light doesn’t reach; it’s familiar. this part always is. she presses into the rough brick, palms biting against the grit as she reaches the back of the building.
her eyes catch your window.
familiar.
the tarp still flails in the wind, and she freezes. just for a second. she can’t seem to tear her gaze away, something behind her ribs pulling tight, a bitter taste rising in the back of her throat.
until she looks down.
“not now.” she mutters under her breath. her jaw is clenched so tight feels like she can bite back the feeling before it spreads. her hands find the wall again, fingers digging into eroding brick; muscle memory taking over as she hauls herself up.
jinx climbs fast— her boots holding her up in places that shouldn’t be possible, her body flush against the building to keep her silhouette hidden, gone before anyone can even think to look.
the roof greets her with silence, cool air, and open space. she straightens slowly, rolling her shoulders back as her eyes sweep over the rooftop, confirming she’s alone.
her gaze dips, tracking the structure beneath her feet as she walks, until it lands exactly where she wants it. just off center, easy to miss— a warped stretch of roofing, just subtle enough to blend in with everything else falling apart up here.
jinx mouth curves slightly. she remembers this.
back when everything was new, back when silco first took over, back when she was still powder.
she’d climbed higher than she was supposed to, pushed on loose boards, pulled where things didn’t line up, and something had given.
the material creaked under the pressure of her fingers wedging under, bending agonizingly slow, until she pried it open with a soft crack. a narrow opening formed underneath her hands; so she dusted them off and ducked her head inside.
dusty rafters, dark shadows, ceiling corners hardly touched by light.
she snorted softly, easing herself down onto to beams below, tugging the roofing back into place over her.
it’s strange how the same motions, on the same path, can feel so different due to the passing of time.
jinx lands in a crouch on silco’s desk, climbing down slowly as her eyes adjust. she’s already mapping the space out of habit— doors, windows, glasses sipped from, a cold cigar, and emptiness.
her arms twitch at her sides before she pulls canisters off her belt and tugs thin wires from her pockets.
one canister goes to the left side of the door. the second, to the right. a wire stretches between them, pulled taut, nearly invisible unless you’re looking for it.
jinx tilts her head, checking once, then nods. she doesn’t need to fidget with it, so she just crosses the room, and drops into the chair like it’s hers. the way it’s been since she got here.
the leather squeaks as she turns slow, her back now facing the door. a gas mask dangles loosely in her hand, briefly tapping against her knee, her foot rocking idly against the floor— impatient, yet still—
the smirk on her face doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
jinx doesn’t know how much time passes before the door swings open and heavy bootsteps hit the floor. loud and recognizable; she doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s exactly who she’s been waiting for.
the door closes with a soft click, there’s a pause, and then the wire snaps.
a sharp hiss cuts through the silence in the room as gas floods the space fast and thick; it spreads before sevika has a chance to react. she’s coughing into her arm while stumbling forward, trying to regain her balance, vision already slipping.
jinx moves slow and calculated— mask up, sealed tight, turning around to face sevika as she reaches for the desk.
jinx laughs softly when she misses, knocking into the wood instead, clutching the edge of the table desperately trying to steady herself.
but it’s already too late.
jinx just lifts her hand and gives a small wave. winking. mocking.
then sevika drops. hard.
the office falls quiet just as fast as it was filled with noise.
jinx waits. one second. then two.
she stands lazily, crossing behind the desk before crouching beside sevika, searching for any sign of movement.
nothing.
the binding comes next; tight and efficiently tied. her wrists then shoulders. the ankles once jinx has her secured to the chair. silco’s chair.
jinx straightens once she’s finished. stepping back to admire her work, head cocking slightly.
perfect.
she climbs up onto the desk, positioning herself across from sevika; the mask hangs loose around her neck, elbows propped up on her knees as she leans forward. waiting.
she tries to keep her thoughts from wandering, from drifting outside these walls, from landing on you.
but as usual, she’s unsuccessful.
because jinx feels guilty— really she does. even if she doesn’t want to.
but she just scoffs low under her breath, stuffing those feelings down deep for now, and turning her attention to the woman sitting in front of her.
her fingers tap restlessly against her thighs, eyes narrowing, a foot gently nudging the chair, “c’mon,” she murmurs. “wake up.”
the sun is peaking above the horizon by the time you finally call it. the morning air denouncing you.
you hadn’t found her. not in any place she should’ve been.
not on rooftops she always circles. or dilapidated buildings she ducks into. she wasn’t anywhere that felt like her.
but you checked them all anyway. every single spot. again and again. and again.
and by the time you finally make it back to the last drop, regardless of your internal objection, the undercity feels different— like it’s holding something back.
the building hums the same way it always does when you step inside; even in the hours before sunrise. but the familiarity settles nothing in your chest, if anything, it makes it all worse.
so you don’t stop or look around— you push through, allowing your feet to carry you up the stairs with muscle memory alone.
the soft noise dulls the higher you go, whispering voices fade, mellow music blurs, until the only sound left is the creaking of wood under your boots.
you pass the level where silco’s office sits without thinking; it’s dark, the door is closed, quiet— nothing out of place. your hand finds the railing automatically, pulling yourself up the last few steps before your door comes into view.
everything looks the same as you left it, and for a moment, it still feels the same too. you’re mindlessly approaching, when you stop just short of the threshold—
because something crawls up your spine. it’s sharp and sudden, settling cold at the base of your neck. your brows knit together as your gaze flicks over the door again, slower this time.
because you can feel it.
the same off balance pull you couldn’t shake all day.
your fingers ball into fists at your sides before you take that final step and your hand lifts to the handle.
the door squeaks softly as you push it open; your gaze sweeping over corners, the bed, then the tarp still hanging in your window; squinting at every shadow that may be hiding something.
but it seems still… undisturbed. nothing out of place.
you step inside, leaving the door open behind you— just in case. your boots scrape against the floorboards as you scan the space again, even slower this time.
something’s off.
you just aren’t entirely sure what it is yet.
your fingertips drag lightly along the edge of the table. the wall. the crumpled sheets on your mattress.
the door crashes shut behind you; and when you spin, you’re not surprised to see her.
jinx steps out from behind the door, her head tilted, eyes dragging over you in way that feels more like an inspection than a greeting.
the smirk that follows feels ominous; tangling with the unease already swirling in your chest.
“wow,” she hums. voice light and amused. “seems like you’ve been busy.”
you clench your teeth and jinx’s smile widens further.
“what? miss me or something?”
your answer doesn’t come right away.
well… it does. but it’s not one you’d like to admit.
your eyes lock—searching— trying to figure out what version of her you’re standing in front of.
“where have you been?” you finally ask flatly.
she scoffs; eyes wild before her expression morphs into disbelief. she takes a step closer. “me? where the fuck have you been?”
her tone is harsh enough you physically recoil— almost flinching. her anger shouldn’t surprise you, but it does.
“you left.” she continues. “in the middle of the night. after you—“ she pauses clenching her jaw; while you take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second. “—after you almost died in front of me—“
“—stop—“ you try to interrupt but she talks over you. louder.
“—after we hooked up. after you slept with me again—“
“—that’s enough—“
“—and after you broke down sobbing uncontrollably in my arms—”
“—are you done?”
“why did you leave?” she presses.
you shake your head, mumbling through gritted teeth. “i had a mission to complete.”
“so your ‘mission’,” she air quotes. “was more important?”
you sigh calmly. “at the time—“
“bullshit, y/n.” jinx growls, cutting you off. “it was all a set up! a little fucking game silco orchestrated!” she takes another step, crowding you. “it almost got you killed!” you open your mouth to respond, but she keeps going. “and then? you still fucking crawled back to him.”
“i didn’t know—“
“ohhh, right. so that makes it better?”
there’s a brief pause, your brain reeling, desperately trying to catch up. you’ve spent hours searching for her, the entire night— you wanted this conversation, you sought out this discussion, but it is not going as well as you’d planned.
you shrug, taking a breath. “what did you expect me to do? i had a job to finish.”
she laughs, it’s loud, but it holds no humor. “you’re right, not sure why i would’ve expected anything less. you’ve always been such a kiss ass.”
your mouth presses into a thin line, teeth nibbling on the flesh of your inner lip, nostrils flaring as you inhale sharply. “you just don’t know how to follow directions. it has nothing to do with being a kiss ass.”
“sure toots,” her eyes drag up and down your body. “that’s why you dragged yourself through the lanes, shoulder blown open and all, just to get back to him.”
that realization hits hard, you blink a few times, forcing yourself back into this moment; refusing to let the memory playback.
“you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“i know exactly what i’m talking about. you’ll be on your death bed still desperate to please him.”
“shut the fuck up.” you spit.
“aw, you gonna find silco and tell him i hurt your feelings?”
“that’s not funny.”
“you know what else isn’t funny?” she snaps immediately. “saving your life and then realizing you’d still choose him.” she shakes her head, huffing through her nose. “you’re even more brainwashed than i thought.”
you surge forward before you can stop yourself, shoving her hard enough to stumble into the door behind her. “don’t talk about shit you don’t understand.”
jinx rebounds instantly, her hands fisting into the front of your jacket, slamming you into the wall to your right. “you think i don’t understand?” she spits. “you’ve always been silco’s boring little sidekick. you do whatever he says. because you’re blinded by the need to feel important.”
your breathing falters, not due to fear or anger. but proximity.
you hate that your body will betray you in her presence.
you hate that even now, furious and shaking, she’s still the first person you’d search for in any room.
“you don’t know me.”
her eyes narrow, pushing you into the wall harder. “i know enough.” her head dips. “you know what else i know?” you squint. “that you should be healing. at least resting.” you swallow hard. “but instead you’re out sparring with gustov and going on jobs with sevika.”
you can hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, “that’s… not your business—“
“why? do you think i’m stupid?”
“i didn’t say that—“
“i watched you train like you weren’t bleeding out on my workbench 3 nights ago.”
and that memory crashes into violently— blue braids and blood. gadgets and gunfire. sutures and sex.
the aftermath of pier 7.
“i watched you from the rafters that very next day. so i didn’t need the confirmation, but i went back anyway. i talked to him.” your head snaps up. “hours later, in that same fucking warehouse.”
the breath is pulled from your lungs as her eyes lock onto yours. “and he just sat there, justifying everything he did.” a hollow laughs slips out. “like pumping you full of shimmer was the obvious solution.”
your expression hardens instantly before shoving her off of you, hard enough she takes a few steps back. “that is not what happened.”
“no?” she questions, already inching closer. “then what did happen, y/n?”
“he was trying to help me heal.”
“no. he was testing your loyalty.” jinx shuffles further forward, standing in front of you again. “silco doesn’t give a shit that you were almost killed. he only wants to make sure you’re still useful to him.”
your lip twitches; you know the truth. you know it was planned. you know silco caused everything.
but right now?
your anger, your fear, your pain— doesn’t care. it has a point to prove.
“i wouldn’t have been almost killed if you hadn’t showed up and compromised my position.”
she huffs, throwing her arms up. “great, so we’re back to this now?”
“well, you wanna stand here pretending you care what shimmer does to me? maybe don’t sabotage my fucking missions.”
“right, ‘cause that’s the real issue here.”
“it is the issue, jinx. yeah, sure. silco gave the order, but you had no problem seeing it through.”
“i didn’t know—“
“ohhhh. so that makes it better?”
your mirrored words are like a lit match to gasoline.
and before you can blink, her arm is against your throat, chest flush against yours, you can feel her heart pounding behind her ribcage.
you barely have time to get your hands up again; grabbing and shoving, movements fast, but messy— a language the two of you learned years ago.
“you think i like being the reckless one? the one he assumes will fuck up?” you grip her wrist tightly and grit your teeth. “you’re silco’s perfect daughter and i’m just the stray he took in!”
you’re struggling in her grip, pushing roughly against her hold. “it’s not my problem that’s the reputation you’ve obtained.”
“it’s not the reputation i wanted.” she huffs, still trying to keep you against the wall. “you really think i wanted this?”
“i think you lean into it.” you fire back, forcing her arm down, pinning her just long enough to make your point. “every. time!”
her knee jerks up, catching your side just right. pain blooms outward, knocking the breath from your lungs and breaking your hold. jinx yanks her arm from your grip, urging you back again.
“and what do you lean into, huh?” she spits, leaning in closer. “obedience? following every rule? being boring?”
“boring is better than careless.”
“you’re not better. just more desperate for daddy’s approval.”
“that’s your narrative. not the truth.”
“it is the truth. and you’re mad that for once, i’m right.”
‘the truth’.
you want to lunge forward.
you almost do.
your mind is screaming at you to finish the fight, to shut her up, to prove something.
but you don’t.
because the energy shifts.
not in her, but in you.
the anger that had just been so certain, now feels… misdirected. because you realize, you remember, sevika’s admission, the truth—
that silco set this entire thing up.
your rage, should be directed at him. not jinx.
so you take a slow, calming breath in, and hold her gaze.
“i know exactly what it all ooks like.” your voice is steadier than you feel; and jinx swallows thickly. “following orders. being what he needs me to be. believing in a legacy.” there’s a pause as your jaw flexes. “but you are no different.”
her reaction isn’t immediate; it’s not explosive.
but you see the storm swirling in her eyes.
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
her arm loosens.
“you were given all the intel you needed. the routes, the timeline, me…” a momentary silence stretches between you. “and you did exactly what you always do.”
jinx’s lashes flutter as she looks down, fists curling. not in anger, in something closer to realization. she allowed you to push her back softly, moving around her towards the center of the room.
“knowledge isn’t coincidental, jinx. he knew you would.”
you shake your head, more to yourself than her. “this was never about the mission.” you murmur. “it wasn’t even about me. or ‘proving my value’.” your gaze lifts back to hers. “it was about ensuring we’d always choose him. that was the test.”
the reality finally settles in. clear as ever.
this wasn’t about pier 7. or the crystal. or each other.
it’s always been about him. the way he built you both. lesson by lesson. choice by choice.
it was never soft, never safe.
neither of you have ever been loved in a way that didn’t come with conditions.
not until her.
and not until you.
and he had to change that.
your voice drops lower. “we’re fighting the same battle.”
jinx is silent. for once, she doesn’t have something sharp to throw back. her eyes flicker— a brief resistance, then something cracking just under the surface.
you sit down on the edge of your bed, clasping your hands together, jinx watches you closely.
“we’re not fighting against each other,” then softer, you add. “we’re fighting against the monsters he made us into.”
the truth lingers, not loud or dramatic, just true.
the air is still thick with everything that almost broke apart, along with the things that did.
jinx exhales, “we’re both just… daughters of the same man.”
“bingo.”
and sitting there, facing her, you finally get it.
silco didn’t raise you to be loved, he raised you to last.
to endure, to survive.
no matter what it cost.
even if it cost each other.
but all these years later, you finally realize that it’s not a price you’re willing to pay.
so you’re sat there, on the edge of the bed, shoulders tight, body humming with leftover adrenaline— and you feel a weighted relief.
the truth is out.
but what is the consequence of honesty in a city full of liars?
jinx stands a few feet away, arms hanging loosely at her sides. you can feel that she wants to say something, the tension between you almost palpable.
eventually…
“you said…” she trails off before clearing her throat. “you said there would never be anything between us…” she can’t seem to lift her eyes from the floor. “did really you mean that?”
your chest tightens as she stands there, sharp edges gone and strangely quiet. no smirk. no teasing. no chaos to hide behind.
just raw, emotional uncertainty.
and somehow, this is the most terrifying version of her you’ve ever seen.
you lean forward, elbows resting on your knees, and swallow once before answering.
“i wanted to. i tried to.”
the confession suffocates the room like a cloud of smoke. your voice rough around the edges.
“do you know how many times i told myself this,” you motion between you and her, “didn’t exist?”
her eyes finally rise to meet yours as you go on, “how many times i convinced myself you were too dangerous?” her expression shifts— not anger, but pain.
you hold her gaze anyway.
“because you are.” it’s honest. harsh but truthful. “you’re impulsive and unpredictable and you make every situation worse—“ jinx snorts. “—but you’re the first person that’s ever made me feel like there’s more to life than silco.” whatever amusement she felt, suddenly vanishes. your throat feels like it’s closing. “and… i wish i hated that. but i don’t.”
jinx goes very still. her eyes still boring into yours.
“silco spent my whole life teaching me what survival looked like. control. discipline. loyalty…” your eyes flick down briefly before returning to the intensity of her stare. “and then you came along and destroyed every version of myself that i’d ever built.”
“it wasn’t intentional…” she shrugs. “at least not at first.”
the room falls silent for a moment. both of you breathing heavy and unable to look away from each other. her throat bobs when you shake your head faintly, a strained laugh falling from your lips.
“i kept telling myself it was just… curiosity? a rivalry gone wrong?” your jaw tightens momentarily. “anything except what it actually is.”
jinx is watching you like she is trying to memorize every crack forming in you, she takes a mindless step closer, you rise slowly. “and what is it?”
the question should be simple.
but it isn’t when the answer feels catastrophic.
your chest rises and falls unevenly; both of you standing there, dulled edges and bruised pride. the same girl you were trained to distrust. the same girl you were never supposed to need.
and still—
everything around you feels like it’s narrowing to only her.
you swallow hard. “all i know, is if i love you…” your voice cracks as you speak. “then he’s not the center of my world anymore. and that scares me just as much as it liberates me.”
jinx’s lips part slightly as she makes sense of the confession and the tragedy that resides behind it.
silco didn’t just pit you against each other, he created a world where loving one another felt shameful. disloyal. wrong.
yet still…
despite everything—
it happened anyway.
“that’s…” she sucks in sharply. “tough…”
you laugh softly, just a breath, and nod slow. “i know.”
jinx shifts her weight awkwardly before dragging a hand over the back of her neck. “so what now? we just magically stop trying to kill each other?”
you snort, despite yourself. “probably not.”
that earns you the smallest smile, fleeting, gone too fast.
but you catch it anyway, you always do.
jinx tilts her head, raising a brow. “what?”
“nothing.”
“you’re staring.”
“well…” you shrug, “you’re still here….”
you both stop, falling silent again, because that’s the real problem, isn’t it? one of you is always leaving. there’s always something dragging the two of you apart. nothing has had a chance to become real.
her voice lowers, “do you want me to stay?”
your heart lurches, pulse stuttering; you should say no. that anything happening between you would be a mistake. but instead—
“yeah, maybe i do.”
she lets out a shaky breath through her nose, looking down at the floor again, like the vulnerability is physically draining. “you’re making this really hard.”
the corner of your mouth twitches, “good. you deserve it.”
she laughs softly, genuine this time, small yet surprised.
and gods—
you think you may burn down the entire undercity just to hear that sound again.
and that terrifies you more than anything else.
jinx must sense it; her eyes soften, and she takes another step forward; cautiously now, as if she’s giving you an opportunity to change your mind about everything. her hand reaches out anyway, fingertips brushing your wrist.
her eyes linger on your lips, wetting her own as the grip tightens on your arm. “you can… tell me to stop…”
but you don’t.
instead, your free hand reaches up as the space closes between you; pushing a braid over her shoulder before trailing a fingertip down to her collarbone. “what if i don’t wanna stop?”
any uncertainty in her expression melts away; any doubt is replaced by desire, and before you can process it, your lips press against hers.
the kiss is messy and emotional, teeth and desperation, years of pent-up frustration and forbidden feelings spilling over. the weight of the last 4 days is seemingly collapsing any walls you’ve tried to build up.
she tastes like smoke and alcohol, the smell of gunpowder sticks to her skin, everything so uniquely jinx.
her hands tangle in your hair, tugging you closer as the kiss deepens. your fingers trace the line of her jaw, down the column of her throat; the feeling of her pulse under your fingertips makes your heart flutter.
she gasps against your lips as your nails scrape softly against her shoulder. you swallow the sound, your other hand sliding up to rest on the back of her neck, desperate for more of her.
she pushes your jacket down and barely breaks apart from you long enough to tug your shirt off. you don’t hesitate to lift your arms, allowing her to easily pull it over your head.
her hands are quickly on your bare skin, exploring, remembering every dip and curve of your body.
your breath hitches when her lips drop to the sensitive skin on your neck while she unclasps your bra. jinx tosses it somewhere behind her before her thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing them into hardness.
“jinx—“ your moan breathlessly against her lips, arching into her touch.
she smirks, but there’s still something soft laced in her expression. “what, baby?”
you whine at the nickname, turning to putty in her hands. “don’t stop.”
that’s all the encouragement she needs; her mouth finds yours again, forcing you back onto the mattress. you pull her with you, the weight a welcome pressure as she continues to leave soft marks on your skin.
she settles between your thighs, one leg still anchoring her to the floor; lips trailing down your neck, across your collarbone, the skin burning in their wake. your hands tug at the hem of her top, yearning for her bare torso against yours. she tears it off quickly, dropping it to the side; and when she leans back down, hovering above you, she pulls one of your nipples into her mouth.
you cry out, fingers digging into the flesh of her shoulders. jinx hums against your skin, nibbling gently; she gives equal attention to the other side before continuing her journey downward.
you’re squirming helplessly as her hands work at the button of your pants, lifting your hips to help her pull them off. the cool air hits the heated flesh, forcing a shiver up your spine, goosebumps flaring across your body.
“look at you,” she murmurs. “and all this time, i’ve been trying to convince myself i hate you.” her eyes rake over your exposed skin.
“me too.” you whisper, voice trembling.
she smiles, one that reaches her eyes. “funny how that worked out.”
then she’s moving down your body, lips pressing wet kisses against your stomach, hips, thighs… you’re vibrating as her breath fans across the thin fabric still covering your core, she’s kneeling on the floor, looking up at you, eyes half lidded.
you whine louder, uncomfortably wet, gushing into your panties. jinx simply shushes you, pulls the fabric down your legs slow and teasing, then licks a long stripe through your folds.
your head tosses back against the crumpled sheets, your fingers tangling through her loosely styled hair as you desperately try to ground yourself.
the sensation is overwhelming— a hot, spark of electricity that flickers through your whole body. jinx isn’t phased by the tugging at her roots, taking her time, tasting you throughly.
you can’t help but arch your spine, pressing yourself further into her mouth. “ gods,” you gasp breathlessly, hips bucking involuntarily. “jinx…”
she only hums against you, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. her tongue finds your clit, circling it slowly before gently sucking. your vision blurs, color dancing behind your eyelids as she works you higher and higher.
“please—” you beg, not entirely sure what you’re asking for. more? less? for it to never end?
jinx seems to understands regardless, increasing her pace and slowly adding her fingers. the dual sensation pushes you impossibly close to the edge, that coiling tension in your lower belly tightening with every movement.
your legs tremble, breaths coming out in short ragged pants; her fingers pump faster, the assault on your clit forcing your hips off the mattress. jinx holds you down with her free arm and your hands immediately wrap around it, gripping tightly, nails digging into the flesh there.
jinx groans low against you and you’re teetering right on the edge of bliss— but she pulls back slightly, looking at you with dark eyes.
“i want to see you. eyes on me.” her voice is raspy, rough with desire.
you struggle to tear your eyes open, meeting her gaze as her mouth descends on you once again. the intensity in her stare, combined with the pleasure coursing through you, is too much. you nearly choke on an inhale as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing under her as you cry out.
jinx doesn’t stop, only slows; working you through the pleasure until your trying to pull yourself away.
she eventually shifts back, standing to her full height, one knee still halfway on the bed. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smug grin spread across her face.
you hardly give her time to catch her breath before pulling her back down to the mattress and climbing on top of her.
“your turn.”
you make quick work of the rest of her clothes, hands roaming her body the same reverent way hers did yours. she’s so responsive— arching into you when your fingers roll her nipples between them, her hips hiking up as you grind down, whimpering as your lips drag across the sensitive spots on her skin.
in under a minute, she’s already an absolute mess beneath you.
your hand drifts down between you as your lips continue their attack on her neck. your fingers find her folds and glide through effortlessly, her slick coating your skin.
“fuck, you’re already so wet,” you murmur against her. she whines softly, rolling her hips up to meet your touch. “all this just from touching me?”
“shut— up.” her voice betrays her, hitching as your circle her swollen nub.
you can only smirk as you lower your head to take one of her nipples into your mouth. she arches into you, a broken moan escaping her lips as you suck and nibble; your fingers continuing their exploration below.
after a louder whine and another buck of her hips, you slowly push two fingers in; her walls clamping down as she releases a heavy sigh.
“please,” her hands grip at the sheets, before threading through your hair, urging you closer. “please, y/n. i need—“
“i know what you need.” your voice is low and shaky.
you curl your fingers, slow and steady, finding that spot that makes her whole body lurch. jinx gasps, her thighs trembling. her grip on your hair tightens, nails scraping lightly against your scalp.
“fuck, yes! right there—“ she breathes, hiccuping on the last word. the sound of her jagged breathing mixing with the obscene sound of her soaked heat.
you add a third finger and she keens loudly, back arching sharply off the bed.
your mouth finds breast again, tongue flicking relentlessly over her nipple. a rigid, desperate sound is torn from her throat as her walls flutter around your fingers. her free hand claws at your shoulder, sharp nails digging in.
“faster,” she demands, though it sounds more like a plea. “don’t— don’t tease me. i can’t—“
you lift your head just enough to catch her fucked-out expression. “fuck… you’re so pretty like this.”
her eyes glassy, pupils blown wide, lips parted around every shaky inhale. your grind the heel of your palm against her clit and with every thrust of your fingers, she breaks down further and further.
her thighs clamp around your wrist, a sob cut short spills out; her whole body tenses, then shudders violently, walls pulsing tightly around your fingers.
you don’t stop right away, softly thrusting until she’s twitching and pushing weakly at your wrist. only then do you ease your fingers out, bringing them to your mouth without breaking eye contact. jinx watches, chest heaving as you lick them clean.
“get up here.” her voice is hoarse, hands already impatiently tugging you up. “now.”
she doesn’t wait for a response, just drags you into a messy, hungry kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. her teeth catch your bottom lip as her hands roam possessively over your back and shoulders; her thighs are still shaking from aftershocks, but she’s already grinding up into you again.
you resist for a moment, lifting your head to look at her face. “greedy.” you whisper, voice thick with amusement and want.
“just shut up and touch me.” she growls, even though it comes out breathy and completely wrecked. her hips roll against your thigh, smearing her arousal over your flesh. “i need more, need you.”
you give in easily enough, dropping down in between her thighs, her head falling back against the mattress before you even touch her. she’s even wetter now, leaking onto the sheets, slick and hot.
your tongue pokes out, softly teasing her drenched slit with the tip.
“fuck, y/n—“ she cracks, hips snapping up, chasing every stroke. it’s loud, unrestrained, every sound she makes going straight to your core.
“stay still.” you mutter against her folds.
her heads lifts to look down at you, eyes finding yours before rolling back. “feels s’good, fuck…”
you pull her clit into your mouth, sucking gently. jinx jolts and a long shaky moan fills the space, encouraging you to set a brutal pace, lapping and biting until she’s writhing.
her hand grips the back of your neck. holding you in place as she grinds into your face.
“close… I’m so close again, oh my fucki…” she rambles, high and desperate. “please, please, please don’t stop. don’t you… dare stop—“
you slide one finger in, lightly stretching her, and curling just enough to have her seeing stars.
you barely finishing curling your finger a second time before her walls instantly clench, gushing over your hand as she falls over the edge. jinx watches you through half-lidded eyes as you slow down, gently massaging her heat with your tongue until she’s nearing overstimulation.
it’s not long before she collapses against the mattress and you’re crawling back up her body, leaving soft kisses on her torso as the room grows quiet. the frantic energy that had consumed you both finally begins to settle; leaving nothing behind but tangled limbs, uneven breathing, and the distant hum of zaun outside broken window.
you press a lingering kiss against her temple before pulling a blanket over both of you. jinx doesn’t protest, or make a joke. she doesn’t run. she follows when you shift higher on the bed, settling properly against the pillows.
a few moments later, she curls into your side, head resting on your chest as though she’s done it 100 times before.
maybe in another life, she has.
the silence that falls between you isn’t awkward— it’s warm. comfortable. easy.
your fingers drift through the loose strands of blue hair that splay across your shoulder, jinx tracing absent patterns on your skin.
for while, neither of you says anything; then her hand stills.
you feel her fingertips brush along your shoulder, along the scar.
4 days ago there had been a bullet there.
today there’s only smooth, healed skin. jinx follows the mark carefully— once. twice. like she’s verifying it’s real.
you glance down at her; she’s staring at the scar underneath her fingertips. quiet. thoughtful, sad even.
“what?” you ask softly.
jinx doesn’t say anything immediately. her fingers just continue their slow path around the mark.
when she finally speaks, her voice is smaller than anything you’e used to hearing. “why did you leave?”
your hand stills in her hair, the question catching you off guard. not because of what she asked, but because of how she asked it.
no anger, no accusation, no resentment. just curiosity, a genuine need to understand.
jinx lifts her head enough to look at you. “i keep thinking about it.” she admits, her eyes dropping back to the scar. “you were hurt. you were scared.” a pause. “and then when i woke up… you were just… gone. why?”
the words linger, because she isn’t asking about your loyalty to silco or your dedication to your missions.
she’s asking why you left her behind.
you stare at the ceiling for a moment, searching for an answer you’ve been avoiding for days.
eventually, you exhale. “i think a part of me already knew…”
jinx’s brow furrows. “knew what?”
you look down at her again— recognizing the limited space between you, the way she’s curled into your side, the way neither of you will look away from the other for too long. “knew that i’d choose you.”
understanding flickers across her features.
“so… i guess, you answered your own question.” you suck in a breath. “i was hurt, i was scared, and everything i thought i knew was falling apart.”
the admission leaves your chest feeling hollow.
the mission, silco, your future, your place in all of it.
everything started collapsing all at once.
and somewhere in the middle of it all, had been jinx.
her fingers trace the scar again. slowly, carefully.
“and what if… it wasn’t falling apart?”
you huff softly through your nose, the question more painful than it should be. “maybe things would’ve been different.”
her eyes flicker with something unreadable.
“but they aren’t.” you shift beneath the blankets, nudging her shoulder slightly. “so let’s worry about where we’re at right now.”
it’s silent for a second, then jinx gives a small nod. “okay.”
it’s comfortably quiet after that. the kind neither of you has ever really had with anyone else. your eyes grow heavier, the exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up with you.
jinx settles closer, you feel her arm slide across your stomach, her breathing evening out against your chest.
and eventually, you drift off…
but jinx doesn’t.
at first she just listens— to your heartbeat, to your breathing, to the soft creak of the mattress every time one of you moves. and for the first time in forever, her head isn’t loud. not entirely. but it’s quieter.
her fingers are still drifting along your scar absently. along the skin that should’ve never been torn.
she never wanted any of this to happen.
she can’t stay.
her jaw tightens, and before she can stop it, and the memory resurfaces.
silco’s office. sevika slumped over in his chair. ropes. gas. bloodshot eyes.
“he knows you took it.”
jinx had laughed. actually laughed. “really? then why hasn’t he come looking for it.”
sevika’s expression hadn’t changed, that was the first thing jinx noted felt wrong. because sevika is always cocky when she’s right. but she just stared at jinx. almost pitying.
“because he’s not coming for you.”
jinx remembers she slid off the desk, the grin slowly slipping from her face. “what does that mean?”
sevika had exhaled heavily. “means he already knows where it is.” she pauses. “and he’s got a better way of getting it back.”
jinx can still feel the way her stomach dropped. “what better way?” sevika looked directly at her.
“y/n.”
the look on sevika’s face made her feel sick.
“he’s gonna tell her it was stolen.” jinx remembers she stopped breathing. “and she’s going to investigate.” another brief pause. “and when she finds it? she’ll know who took it.”
jinx went cold, that realization pouring over her like a bucket of ice water.
“he’s not just trying to get crystal back,” her voice sharpens. “he’s trying to make sure she knows you stole it.”
jinx stares at the ceiling as the memory loosens its grip. the room is dark and quiet, other than the steady rhythm of your breaths. your arm is still draped across her waist— heavy, warm, trusting.
she hates it.
not because she wants it gone, but because she doesn’t. and the second she moves, it will be gone.
just stay.
she clenches her teeth impossibly tighter as the thought appears suddenly.
stay.
her eyes close.
sevika can wait. the crystal can wait. silco can wait. everything can wait.
you shift slightly in your sleep, pulling her closer instinctively; and the movement nearly breaks her.
“not fair.” she mutters under her breath.
but of course, you don’t hear her, you’re asleep.
the silence stretches longer. a minute, maybe 5, maybe 20. she doesn’t keep track. because she keeps telling herself she’s leaving.
and then she doesn’t.
her gaze travels over your face— the faint crease between your brows, the loose strands of hair scattered across your pillow, the exhaustion still lingering on your features.
you look younger in your sleep, softer.
like the weight of the undercity isn’t pressing down on your shoulders. at least for tonight.
jinx’s expression crumbles for half a second. then she carefully reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.
“you make everything so complicated.” the words are barely audible, and you still don’t answer. so jinx let’s herself stare, for just a little longer.
then suddenly, she understands why you left.
because staying would’ve meant admitting something terrifying. something impossible to ignore. something that would change everything.
and if you had stayed, then silco had won.
jinx closes her eyes once more, and takes a long, slow breath. “okay. fine.”
decision made.
because if she stays now, silco wins later.
and she won’t let that happen. not after tonight. not after you chose her.
slowly, she lifts your arm from her waist, peeling herself from your side. you immediately frown in your sleep, and jinx freezes, her heart stops.
but you don’t wake. you just shift closer to the space she’s leaving behind. and the sight hurts her more than she’d like to admit.
“don’t make me feel bad.” her voice cracks, but you remain asleep. completely unaware.
then she leans forward, hesitates, for maybe the first time in her life, and presses a kiss against your forehead.
gentle. loving. the kind of tenderness she’d deny under torture.
but when she pulls away, her chest physically aches. because she wants so badly to crawl back under the sheets. to stay. to choose you now.
but instead, she dresses silently, reaches for her boots, and crosses the room towards the window. she stops in front of it, looking back one last time— you’re still curled into the blankets, still trusting she’ll be there when morning comes.
jinx grips the window frame hard, pushing the tarp to the side slowly. “i’m coming back.”
the promise is whispered into darkness, not for you, for herself.
then before she can change her mind, she slips into the night.
and leaves behind the only place she’s ever truly wanted to stay.
the city air feels charged. enforcers still linger, the people of the zaun are on edge, and jinx senses it. she lands hard on the rooftop across the street, boots skidding slightly against damp metal before she steadies herself.
for moment, she doesn’t move, or breathe. her hand is still curled like it’s resting on your forehead.
“fuck— focus.”
below, the undercity is vibrating the same way it always does— alive, restless, indifferent.
but tonight everything feels louder. meaner. less forgiving.
sevika is already there by the time she arrives; waiting in the skeleton of the old industrial yard, half shadowed beneath broken beams and flickering light.
“you’re late.” she calls without looking up.
jinx drops down from the edge of the structure above, landing with a controlled roll.
but jinx doesn’t laugh, or grin, or joke. and sevika notices right away.
“you okay?”
jinx scoffs automatically, but it’s thin.
“yeah. amazing.”
sevika studies her, long enough that the silence becomes uncomfortable.
“you look like shit.”
“thanks.”
she pushes off the crate she’s leaning on. “so… where is it?”
jinx rolls her eyes, dramatically circling sevika before venturing in the direction of the hidden crystal.
“around.”
she huffs. “that’s comforting.”
jinx ignores her, moving deeper into the space. past broken machinery, past scorched marks that never washed away, past places where everything used to mean something entirely different.
her steps slow near a collapsed section of flooring; she crouches, and reaches under a loose metal panel.
“seriously?” she asks. “that’s where you left it?”
“shut up.” jinx mutters.
her fingers touch something cool and violently unstable, hidden and waiting. she pulls, and the crystal slides free with a faint scrape.
it catches the dim moonlight spilling through the broken roof, refracting it in blues and greens.
for a second, jinx just holds it up, staring at it. not because it’s beautiful. but because this tiny little ball of glass has nearly destroyed her life.
well… what’s left of it.
sevika takes a cautious step closer. “so, that’s what all the trouble’s been for?”
jinx closes her fingers around it. “yeah… something like that.”
there’s a momentary stretch of silence before sevika finally speaks. “you ready?”
but jinx doesn’t answer right away, because something feels off. the air feels too still in the wrong places. it feels like the walls are listening. her eyes scan the corners, flick up to the rafters, follow cracks in the windows.
nothing.
“yeah…” she says slowly. “i’m ready.”
she starts to stand—
and the feeling returns.
along with a soft click.
jinx freezes instantly, her head snapping in the direction of the sound.
but it’s too late.
they’re already here.
white light flares across the warehouse, blinding.
sevika curses, and stumbles back behind a wooden crate.
“move in!” someone shouts.
that’s when the second wave hits— bootsteps. shouting. the slam of coordinated movements flooding entrances and exits.
piltover enforcers pour in from upper levels as if they’ve been waiting just outside the frame of reality.
“drop your weapons!”
rifles snap into place. doors seal. any chance of escape disappears.
“no…” jinx mutters.
another muffled shout, more boots hitting metal catwalks overhead. sevika grabs her arm and yanks.
“now is not the time for whatever you’re thinking about.”
the circle around them is closing in clean.
too specifically.
jinx realizes this isn’t random.
it’s not a raid. it’s a containment.
“we’ve been set up…”
sevika fires a blind shot upwards. “what?”
“they knew i’d be here.”
sevika doesn’t answer, and that’s more than she needs.
her blood runs cold, and the circle fully closes around them.
hands grab at sevika first— she swings hard, cracking a helmet, but there are too many of them. too fast. too coordinated.
“jinx—“ sevika grunts as restraints clamp over her wrists.
jinx takes a step back instinctively, crystal still in hand.
a rifle cocks near her head. “don’t move!”
another behind her.
another at her side.
she turns once, and realizes there isn’t any space left uncovered.
sevika is forced down to her knees. struggling. swearing. still fighting.
but jinx has gone still.
because as hands grab at her wrists roughly, as the cool metal bites into her skin, as the crystal is ripped from her fingers…
she realizes something.
she didn’t just walk into an ambush, she walked into a plan that was already in motion.
and she was never the one pulling the strings.
as she’s shoved forward, sevika shouting behind her, jinx can only manage one thought.
not about escape.
not about about survival.
but about you.
you still asleep.
you still believing she meant what she said.
you still unaware, that when you wake, she’ll be gone.
next part masterlist main masterlist
so yeah… wow.
sorry this look FOREVER literally FOREVER 😭
i’m also still juggling how i wanna end this. i HAD a plan… but idk… it’s still up in the air as of now…
to angst or to not angst… that’s the real question.
thank you so so much for being patient with me :/ i’ve been busy and then i took a small break from writing bc i was so overwhelmed with life, but we’re BACK!!!
Sevika definitely has a photo album of all the times she’s fucked you silly.
Whether the apparent photo album consists of a few videos of her rubbing cum into your ass, making sure to put that gawking, desperate hole of yours to good use, Sevika’s a firm believer to not waste her meal—and that includes your cum. She’ll rub it in like sunscreen against your skin, making sure to knead it in realllll good when you whimper against her fingers delving into your hole to collect more.
Sevika always makes sure to snap a photo everytime you’re on the verge of cumming. Anytime you’re begging for more. Anytime you claw onto her, pleading for mercy while her strap gushes into your pussy that relaxes so beautifully against her.
But what you thought was just a digital photo album turned physical.
“Here it is, babydoll.”
The book dropped like a weight had followed it, pushing it down only to surface shame and embarrassment throughout you.
Sevika treated the book like it was a treasure of itself—filled with your pearl only she could clam around. From photo albums stuffed on her phone from all the times she’s made sweet love to you, to printed photos glued to the pages with your own cum itself.
Oh she’s dirty. But she relishes in it.
She slowly flicks through the pages, torturously slow just to tease you, capturing every angle of your pussy you haven’t ever seen before, even up close in a mirror. Sevika wasn’t one for photos—but the second your pussy was in the frame she became professional.
And she had fun with you all the while you squirmed embarrassingly against her.
“Next page, sweetheart.” She’d coo, having you on your knees, body splayed out on the sofa with the photo album beneath your trembling fingers while she watched your pussy drip from behind.
And if you didn’t turn the page fast enough?
She’d spank your pussy until it became sore, watching it pout and shed tears against her thick fingers dancing in the liquids. The poor thing would only gush more of your juices out, oozing like oil from your slick hole trying to engulf her fingers whole, but Sevika never gave in to what you want. She’d only smack your clit harsher, making you jolt against her as a whine escaped your throat.
She’d make you describe the photos in exquisite details.
“My pussy is takin’ your strap so well,” you whimpered out, trying to ignore the way you could feel Sevika’s lips morphing into a smirk from behind. “It felt s’good…with your fingers as well…”
“Ain’t that right babydoll.” And like before, she’d send a harsh backhand to your pussy—watching the folds curl around the impact with cruelty.
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?
SYNOPSIS: Ellie spends most of the night pretending she doesn’t care whether the girl she likes shows up. When you, said girl, shows up…
WARNING: cringe, cringe, cringe, cliche, not proofread, grind time prime time for ellie. Short fic hehe…
The music in Jesse’s house was loud enough to rattle the kitchen cabinets. Bass thumped through the walls, shaking the floor beneath Ellie’s sneakers while voices blended into one messy roar of laughter, shouting, and drunken singing. The entire place smelled like cheap vodka, stale beer, and smoke drifting in every time someone opened the back door.
Ellie leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed, pretending she wasn’t checking the front door every thirty seconds.
Still no sign of you.
Which meant one of two things: Jesse and Dina lied to drag her out of the garage for once, or you’d bailed last minute. Honestly? She couldn’t blame you. Parties like this sucked unless you were already drunk enough not to care.
And you, pretty, smart, way too cool for half the people here, you probably had better things to do than cram yourself into Jesse’s overheated living room.
Ellie clicked her tongue against her teeth and looked away again, trying not to seem bothered. Except Dina noticed immediately.
“You’re staring at the door like a sad dog,” Dina laughed, nudging her shoulder.
“I’m literally not.”
“You literally are.”
Ellie rolled her eyes hard enough it almost hurt. “Shut up.”
But before Dina could say anything else, the front door opened. And there you were.
Like every shitty movie scene Ellie used to make fun of suddenly made perfect sense.
Your hair was a little messy from the wind outside, cheeks pink from the cold, oversized jacket slipping off one shoulder while you laughed at something Jesse said as he greeted you. The coloured party lights flashed across your face in reds and blues and golds, making you look unreal for half a second.
Because you looked unfair tonight. Tiny denim mini skirt under your jacket, glossy lips, rings catching the light every time you moved your hands. And when your eyes finally landed on Ellie across the kitchen.
You smiled. Not polite, nor friendly. That smile.
The one that always made Ellie’s stomach flip so hard she thought she might actually die from it someday.
You made your way through the crowd toward her, weaving between dancing bodies until you were suddenly standing right there. Close enough for Ellie to catch your perfume underneath the alcohol and smoke.
“Hey, Williams,” you teased softly. “You look miserable.”
Ellie snorted. “This party is miserable.”
“Yet you came anyway.”
“Jesse threatened me.”
You laughed quietly at that, leaning beside her against the counter. Your shoulder brushed hers for barely a second, but Ellie felt it everywhere.
God.
“You’ve been here long?” you asked.
“Too long.”
“Mhm.” You tilted your head slightly. “Then maybe you need something more fun to do.”
Ellie blinked. Was that flirting? She eyed your face, taking in every micro expression, the way your lips quirked and that subtle wink. No, definitely flirting.
Before she could answer, Jesse yelled from the living room for everyone to move because someone had changed the music again. The crowd shifted instantly, people cheering as a louder song blasted through the speakers.
You grabbed Ellie’s wrist without hesitation.
“C’mon.”
Ellie let you pull her into the living room before her brain could catch up. The room was packed shoulder to shoulder, bodies moving under dim lights. It was hot, way too crowded for breathing room.
But then your hands settled on Ellie’s shoulders. And suddenly she couldn’t focus on anything else.“You dance, Williams?” you asked with a grin. Ellie barked out a nervous laugh. “Absolutely not.”
“Good. Me neither.” Still, you moved closer.
Close enough that your hips brushed hers when the crowd shoved inward. Ellie swallowed hard.
Your eyes stayed locked on hers while the music pounded around you, loud and messy and intoxicating. She could feel your hands sliding slowly down her arms, fingertips lingering against her skin.
“You’re staring again,” you said.
“Can you blame me?” The words slipped out before she could stop them. Your expression softened for half a second before you stepped even closer, hands settling lightly against her waist.
Ellie’s breath caught. The space between you disappeared fast after that. One second she was trying to act normal, the next your fingers were tangled in the front of her shirt while her hands found your hips automatically. The music was deafening, bodies moving around you in blurred flashes, but none of it mattered once you leaned up close enough for Ellie to feel your breath against her mouth.
Then you kissed her, like you were taste testing. Ellie melted instantly. She kissed you back harder without even thinking, pulling you closer while the crowd cheered at something unrelated nearby. Your lips were soft and warm and addictive, and Ellie swore her brain completely shut off the second you twirled around and pressed your rear against her properly.
Your bodies moved together naturally with the music now, Ellie’s hands gripped your waist tighter. Heat rushed through her so fast it was embarrassing.
You giggled to yourself, looking over your shoulder. “Relax,” you whispered teasingly.
Easy for you to say.
Especially when you kept grinding against her to the beat like you were trying to kill her on purpose.
Ellie kissed your shoulder before you could tease her further, for now, while the party faded around her, she’d enjoy the present.
CW: 5.1k, gp!Jinx, fear kink, reader is jumpy and easily scared but not oblivious, jacking off, vaginal penetration, creampie, low-key attention starved Jinx, overstimulation, cockwarming, afab reader.
Men and minors do not interact.
Jinx is a prankster. It’s a well-known fact. Don’t fall asleep around her or you’ll wake up with doodles all over your face, don’t tell her about your fears because she’ll use them against you when she’s bored. Don’t’ show too much vulnerability because she will abuse it. That’s just how she is; mostly in good fun…sometimes not so much.
For you, being startled was a daily response. Benign things made you flinch; the harsh and sudden sizzling of neon lights, the sound of a siren in the distance, a glass dropping. But you’d like to believe anyone in your situation would’ve jumped.
You and Jinx becoming roommates was a match made in hell. A bottle of gas next to an open flame.
Jinx is sneaky. Despite her heavy boots and the trinkets hanging from her belt, the bluenette manages to be quiet as a mouse. She catches you off guard, every time.
The first time she scared you, she simply laughed at you. The second too. But third occurrence made her pay attention. You’re jumpy. The sweet kind that pouts after getting surprised. Jinx thought at first it was because of her, wouldn’t be the first time she frightened people, but no. That’s just how you were. Nothing could’ve prepared her for how much she’d enjoy that little quirk.
She couldn’t ignore the growing tinge of satisfaction your fear gave her. And the bluenette wasn’t gentle about it either; well, maybe, to mock you a little bit. You’re her roommate, she should be kinder, but come on, you’re simply too cute to resist.
From dragging her nails down your back when she walked past you, to purposely resting her cold palms on your arms and legs when you least expect it. Sometimes hiding in a room, waiting to corner you. She boasts about it later on, recalling her most successful pranks, the ones where she got you screaming. She took this habit of filming your reactions and snapping pictures with lighting speed, says it’s for “memories”. She makes silly stickers later on to spam in your text messages.
It was adorable, the way you’d jump and let out a little scream of her name; “Jinx! Stop scaring me, it’s not funny.”
Oh, but it was. Hilarious. She teases you about your reactions all the time, mocking stare peering at you through heavy lids, face flushed in amusement. An inexhaustible well of constant entertainment you were. “Say how did you even get this far in life without a heart attack?” Sometimes, her teasing was insistent enough to have some eyes turn to you with concern. You swear it wasn’t bullying, just simple fun between roommates. And it is.
You and Jinx have good relationship, fear factor pushed aside, she’s a sweet girl in the most unconventional of ways. She pays attention to little things you wouldn’t expect a roommate to do. Such as repurchasing your favorite tea when it’s her turn to do the groceries or picking up the laundry for you, she even lights the candles you like at the end of a particularly tiring day and shares her silence with you, which you found out later on was rare.
She lets herself enjoy the peace with you for a few hours before turning off the lights and dropping something to delve back into her favorite routine, your gasps and her laugh.
Jinx revels in your scared expressions. You make it easy too; one could think you do it on purpose. As if you know she likes it so much. The high-pitched lilt in your voice and wide eyes makes her cock strain in her pants. Jinx keeps teasing you, scaring you on purpose. It wasn’t her fault you got her dick jumping like a fucking exclamation mark one flinch at a time. She got warm every time you’d so much as tremble, you have her programmed, attuned to your fear, body tensing like it received a command.
She walks through your shared apartment, halting in her steps when your back face the room, turned towards the sink or bending in front of the fridge, she stares from your shoulders to your calves. It is so easy.
The repetitive nature of your reactions doesn’t bore her. It makes her even hungrier for them. Jinx loves to glide by you, closer than needed, subtly not pressing her half hard on to your ass, cold palms encasing your arms. Then you jump, slightly rubbing on her growing bulge, pulling a less and less concealed groan from her lips.
The few times she’d really frighten you past the point of you simply flinching, she’d murmur a small “sorry” with a big grin on her face, wrapping her arms around you and pushing her head on your shoulder to look at you.
“Aww, don’t be like that.”
And the disappointed, pouty face that she loves so much turns to her. She bites her lip, holding the little delirious laugh of amusement and arousal, hiding her face behind your warm skin.
It is fair to say Jinx enjoys having that power over you. Making you the slightest bit paranoid when you open a door or when the place gets too quiet. She enjoys sitting on the pipes above, where you can’t see and watches you from there. How your neck twists and turns for a pair of magenta eyes looking back at you, maybe a hint of blue. In a way, you started thinking about her as much as she thinks about you.
Her favorite type of pranks are the build-ups. Drop something next to you, turn off the light at random moments, poking you when she walks by. Getting you more and more scared throughout the day, to the grand final blow that would actually get you to scream. Then, she harvests your soft and pliant form, tired from her antics. Jinx embraces you in a comforting attempt, like a thank you for entertaining her, like aftercare.
“You’re so annoying.” You mumbled as she cooed at you, rolling a strand of your hair between her fingers, pulling a little bit.
“T’was a joke toots, you know I wouldn’t hurt ya. Hmm?”
By that time, her dick is rock hard, pushing painfully on the zipper of her pants. She swiftly leaves after patting you on the head, one of the only times she actually leaves you alone to jerk off the ache between her legs.
Anyone would get frustrated by that behavior, complaining about a lack of maturity, or her desperate need for attention all the time; but you didn’t. You were patient with her, rolling your eyes, bottom lip pushed up, sighing, but never berating. She started seeking out that soft, exhausted look just as much as your scared one.
Jinx jacks herself off at the thought of your pretty face scrunched up in fear, the little screams coming from your mouth, your trembling shoulders. It’s fucked up and she knows it. And still, she imagines other ways to scare you, something that would really get you going. Her arousal grow as she pictures the micro expressions of panic you had. She lays in bed at night, scheming on your behalf, riling herself up in the process.
When she needs the extra stimuli or feels nostalgic towards her best works, she pulls out her phone with a trembling hand, sliding the other one down her underwear with urgency. She opens the favorite folder on her phone. A wide assemblage of her mischiefs. Videos of you, pictures, voice recordings. Some of those featuring only you looking around with an air of worry. Foreplay.
She progresses down in her depraved gallery; her own giggling and huffing as an introduction. Then, you come into the frame; “Jinx! Stop that!” She matches the ragged breathing coming from her earphones as she got closer. You say her name again, voice high pitched by fear and embarrassment. Her hand tenses, closed in a tight fist around the pink flushed tip, milky goop gathering at the top making her fingers slippery.
“Hmff-”
Jinx bites the fabric of her shirt, grasping onto her own cock tight enough to cause pain. Not yet, not yet, not yet. She skims through other videos, she zooms in on your face, hums at the worry in your gaze as if you could answer through the phone. Jinx scrolls down, keeping a slow and tight rhythm on herself, prolonging it.
She hears your off tune singing first; yes, one of her favorites. You’re bending down in front of the small fridge, your ass comes into view on the screen, fabric tight around your flesh, thighs pressed together, fuck, she wants to shove her dick in there so badly. Your hips slightly sway, lost in one of those bubble pop songs you love so much. Jinx fantasized far too many times about taking you right there, kicking your legs open and pushing herself deep inside you. She’s entranced by the sight, low lidded eyes staring at the pixels with need and hunger. Her jaw relaxes, hypnotized from the screen, she drools on her own shirt, rubbing her shaft in slow strokes, building up the pleasure, taking things gently. Like she would with you. Harshly at first, get you all jumpy and scared, then mellowed out, exhausted and fucked out. Her closed fist shakes, she imagines what you’d feel like around her. The perfect fit, maybe a bit too tight, making both you and her gasp; your eyes turning to her as she pushes more of herself inside you.
Jinx sucks in her stomach, holding a breath, trembling fingers gripping on herself, she slides down slowly and back up, hold…back down. She doesn’t want to ruin it. Pixel you turn around and jump, hitting your head on the top of the fridge. Jinx is moaning again, hips pushing upwards, the soles of her feet planting on the mattress as she flicks her wrist in quick motions. Muffled whines break the heavy silence, staring into your eyes through the phone.
“Jinx!”
Thick globs of cum shoots from her cock, her eyes close, engraving that image of you, skin slapping against her palm, going soft by the seconds, but she pushes and push, until it becomes borderline painful. She bites down harder on the shirt, teeth grinding, her chest heaves, her body falls back onto the mattress. Jinx keeps her eyes closed, grasping onto the vision, your screams turning into moans, pleasure mixing in with fear, shaking against her from too much at once.
She lay limp in the bed, the post nut clarity starting to hit her. Jinx is not one to feel shameful, the fantasy follows her, now you’re holding her, still trembling, softened, tired, just as she is right now. Her hand opens in a sharp, mechanic movement from staying too long in the same position. She looks down at the mess she’s made with drowsy eyes. Her phone lights her side, screen frozen in a still of your face. She grabs a tissue and wipes the soft member resting on her thigh.
As stealthy as she was, Jinx definitely gave herself more credit than she’s due. The girl wasn’t subtle. You could feel the bulge pressing halfway on your butt. The dilation of her pupils when she meets your scared eyes and the feral smile that stretched across her face. You caught on the way she’d try to fix her pants discreetly when you flinched at random noises. Jinx likes fear, or maybe just your fear.
Her reactions to yours were nothing short of addictive. For someone usually so guarded, the bluenette felt safe enough around you to exist in her own fantasies. Your eyes dragging on her figure were simply because you were wary, she thought. A poor attempt at trying to prepare yourself for the next prank. Jinx didn’t notice how you swiftly checked her crotch when she sat down, nor the way you’d arched just a bit closer when she slid behind you. She was teasing and didn’t even know it. So, you decided to take a page from her book. And started scheming.
“Hey Jinx? You want to watch a movie tonight?”
She doesn’t miss the slight ominousness in your voice, interest pricks at her eyebrows. You wait a few seconds; one, two, three, four-
“Dibs on the first one.”
You both smile at each other.
She’s going for a horror movie, full of jump scares and gore. One that will have you leap off the couch.
You bet she’ll pick something scary. One that will get her dick hard right next to you.
You sit on the couch, grabbing the bucket full of popcorn, and let her pick the movie. Jinx pretends to read the synopsis; horror, no surprise.
Of course, it’s no fun if the lights are on. You’re immersed in semi darkness with the grim title card on the screen. You glance at your roommate; she meets you halfway with a grin and an eyebrow raise. “Scared already?”,her gaze seems to say, but you smile back innocently.
You have to give it up to Jinx, she knows movies just as well as she knows you by now. The scares aren’t stereotypical, they’re on the quiet side, relying on you being attentive and paranoid. The infrasound is a constant rumble, permeating the tension. Heartbeat steadily fast like wings flapping, anticipation rises in you, both from the screen and the girl sitting next to you. The knowledge of her growing arousal next to you sends rushes of warmth to your lower belly. You give a small look towards Jinx, specifically at the comfy dark sweatpants she’s wearing. Slightly large around her thin waist and failing just right on the round plushness of her hips. She’s manspreading, as usual, the fabric tenting right above her stomach creating a little space between her skin and the clothing, perfect spot to slip your hand in. What would she do if you put your hand in right now? If you do right after you jump, when she’s hard. Your mind drifts, what does she look like down there? Pink or purple? Thick or thin and long? How hairy is she? Does she shave or trim? You’ve caught the blue hairy line on her navel once.
When did you become so obsessed with her dick? Her lack of restraint perhaps or that, for once, it felt nice to have something that she couldn’t use against you. The sudden screech of a violin raises your shoulders, head snapping back at the television. Next to you, Jinx shifts, a barely audible sigh coming from her.
The movie progresses, snatching a few winces out of you, Jinx savors each of them. Glances here and there and moments when she plainly stares, waiting for a reaction as you pretend not to notice it. But you’re hyperaware of Jinx, her sighs and held back breaths are like music to your ears. She fixes the band of her sweatpants far too many times.
Towards the end, she’s hugging a pillow, leaning on the opposite side of the couch and you’re rubbing your thighs together, remaining somewhat composed. The soundtrack restarts and you sit in the dark, without a single word.
Usually, Jinx would take it as an opportunity to scare you. You brace yourself for a cold touch that doesn’t come. Instead, you hear her deep breaths that could almost be mistaken for relaxation if you didn’t know better. The credits roll, which you both fake strong interest in. Jinx is abnormally quiet, you want to taunt her more. A wicked smile makes it way over to your lips.
“Can I pick my own now?” You ask her, purposefully making your voice softer.
Jinx hums, not bothering with a verbal answer.
You pretend to search through, like she did earlier.
“Oh, what’s this?” You click on the cover of some all-black picture with a gory silhouette. You can feel the way Jinx straightens next to you.
“You sure?” Her voice is raspier than usual, tainted by the mechanical breaths she tries to pass off as natural.
You roll your eyes, turning to her with a little smile and a shrug of your shoulder.
“I don’t know, what do you think?” Batting your eyelashes at her. “Should I go for something else?” You caress her with your words, tilting your head.
The exaggerated sweetness of your tone doesn’t fool her; her eyes meet yours. Jinx looks puzzled until a slow grin overtakes the bottom of her face, taking your sudden bravery as mean to impress her. She pushes her lower lip, “Go ‘head jumpy, I’ll get my phone ready.”
The most recent horror addition starts with loud music, and you flinch, attention diverting back and forth in rapid successions, the screen, Jinx. Your roommate cackles openly, hiding the flush of her cheeks behind her palm. It’s a shaky bet.
A few minutes into the storytelling, you gaze at her again, Jinx is on her phone, eyes flying up to the television a few times, but mostly to you, she’s surprised to catch you looking.
“Don’t tell me you’ve seen this one too.”
The lazy smirk on her lips is enough of an answer.
“That’s not fair, you can’t get scared from something you already watched.”
“I don’t get scared period.” She brags.
She’s sitting on the opposite side of the couch, back resting on the plush fabric, legs spread and a pillow strategically placed on her crotch. Looking completely unbothered by the gory introduction scene, slightly flushed from her fear fed erection and most of all, deeply oblivious of your own awareness to her little schemes.
You act on impulse, slowly creeping closer to her, pretending to be terrified. Jinx tense, groans held in the back of her throat every time you lean on her. The sight is one to revel in. She breathes heavy next to you, a bit jerky. As you witness her state, you start to understand how she got addicted to scaring you in the first place.
The movie reaches a peak nearing the end and you’ve fully leaned on Jinx’s side, letting yourself get immersed in the story enough to flinch. She’s completely still, there’s a permanent frown on her face, nose scrunched in restraint. Her knuckles have whitened around the cushion from how hard she’s clutching it. Gosh, you’re killing her. Her dick is going to explode if she stays there any longer; you’re so close, jittering on her. She can’t even stand up lest she wants you to face the very apparent effect your fear has on her.
“Jinx?” Your ever sweet voice interrupts her pained contemplation, she’s not even watching the movie anymore, way too conscious of you instead.
“What?” She immediately regrets the harshness that seeped into her tone when your eyebrows lift up with fake innocence. As much as she likes you scared, she doesn’t want you sad. “Yes, what?” She repeats, softer.
You smile, tilting your head to her shoulder. You really are a total sweetheart, patient, even through her bullshit. If you weren’t such a turn on for her, she’d maybe calm down on the pranks.
“Are you hard right now?”
Huh?
Her train of thoughts is interrupted when she turns to you. Sweet? Looking, soft as ever you. And…
“Must be so painful for you by now.” You smile. “Unless…you already came in your pants?”
She looks at you with disbelief, showing more of the white around her irises. Is she hallucinating? You shift closer, pushing out a breath from her lips. The soft smile clashes against the lust in your eyes. Her thighs jerk when your palms gently slide over her knees, warmth seeping through her already burning lower half. Nope; very real.
“You always have your fun with me, mocking me, scaring me on purpose. Whole time, it was for your little dick fest…”
Jinx chuckles breathily. “Yeah. Your cute face is hot when scared, so what?” Not letting you enjoy the full scope of her shock.
She quips back, her tone shaky from the strong mix of contradictions.
Your hands slide higher up her thighs and under the pillow she’s fiercely holding, eclipsing the remnants of surprise she has left. Jinx hisses, clutching the fabric at the need, you look up at her. She could cum just from that sight. She realizes where the odd sweetness came from. The reason why you didn’t complain when she put on a horror movie. Jinx lets out a frenzied laugh; you’re exactly like her, maybe you’ve been arousing her all this time on purpose, you minx.
“What are you gonna do about it?” She pants, her figure following yours.
“Hmm...I have a few ideas.”
“Put something on.” Jinx eagerly utters.
Your hands come to a halt, fingers halfway under the elastic of her pants, pressed against her stomach. It trembles under her chuckles.
“You want my dick? Put some scary shit on.”
She looks at you with a smile. Your eyes drift down again, the pillow now askew, you see the bulge underneath it raising the fabric, you swallow the saliva that has pooled into your mouth, throat dry in anticipation. Annoyance sparks in you; seriously? She licks her lips and nods. Your shaky hand picks the remote, “Which one?”
“Whichever you want.” She purrs.
As if you had a choice in the matter. You do, but also, fuck her for that. You pick a random one, amongst the firsts that pop up.
“Happy now?”
She juts her head towards the movie, inciting you to watch it. You oblige, the desire coursing through your veins making you obedient even to the silliest requests. Jinx comes closer, her arms encircle you, the cold making you flinch and look for her, vision altered by the darkness surrounding you. When you try to face her, she puts a hand under your chin, turning you back to the TV.
“Nuh-huh, I want you to watch.” She breathes on your nape “Look at it.”
There’s a woman on the screen, walking through a dark forest looking disoriented and covered in blood. You hear shuffling behind you, shaky breaths. It’s cruel of her, but you force yourself to watch, keeping your eyes on the screen, only catching glimpses of Jinx in your peripheral.
The bluenette lays you down, and you let her, she slides her cushion under your hips and grasp at your shorts. You look a second time and she stops.
“Come on sweet girl, don’t make us wait.”
You whine impatiently, facing that boring scene again.
The bluenette grins at your irritation, your eagerness feeding hers. She pulls your shorts down very slowly, cackling at the frustrated raise of your hips to facilitate the task. Once the clothes hit the floor, she swallows thickly, peering down between your legs, voracious eyes gobbling up the sight.
Jinx holds the back of your knees and rests them on her toned thighs, spreading your legs. Your arousal glistens in the low light, making her mouth water. She folds her pointer, sliding her knuckle between your labia, you shudder and look at her, she smiles. You’re drenched, leaving wetness on her finger. She uses her middle finger pointer to spread you apart, the small strings of slick separates, she licks her lips to keep the drool from rising. Her thumb teases your clit, watching your reactions, your eyes are not on her, obediently watching the movie, but your face is so expressive, eyebrows furrowed, nostrils flaring and lips parted for the barely audible whimpers. Pretty. Jinx slowly turns her hand, reaching deeper inside you, soft flesh constricting and swallowing her fingers with ease. You’re so warm, the moan rise in her throat at the contact, almost folding over. You’re going to kill her. She’s not going to last long she can already tell. She makes gentle pumping motions, prepping you for her, small whines leave her lips, eyes traveling between your pussy and your face, not knowing which one to focus on.
A few minutes later and Jinx can’t resist it any longer, she licks her fingers clean and lowers her sweatpants and her underwear with it, her dick spring out cartoonishly, swollen and angry red tip almost hitting her belly button. She spits on her palm and strokes herself with her wet hand, directing it at your cunt.
Her tip rubs your clit in soft, quick moves, rushing moans out of you both, you stare at the screen with wide eyes, not wanting her to stop.
“Keep watching,” she orders you, sliding her dick lower. She looks at the screen; a familiar character popping up, she’s seen this one as well. The bluenette ceases her movements, she waits, her tip just nudging your entrance. It’s quiet again. Apprehension builds and the screen darkens, Jinx holds her breath, looking at you.
“Jinx, what are you-Angh!”
She rams into you at the same time the music picks up. You flinch and she moans in return. Jinx freeze. Her head bobs down at the sight of your overfilled cunt, a raspy curse leave her lips. Nails dig into the fat of your hips as she slides out and back in again. She shivers at the sheer sensation of you around her.
Then, Jinx keeps going, quick snaps of her hips meeting yours, head thrown back in a loud whine when you clench around her. She fits snugly, your body accommodating to her girth, sucking her greedily. A sudden appearance on the screen shakes your shoulders once more and she feels you clenching again, nearly leaving her winded. The rough and fast rhythm knocks the wind out of you, sharp inhales taken after each of her thrusts, the screen in front of you displays a chase scene, adrenaline rising both in you and the fictional character. Jinx fills you up completely, almost too much, the tender skin between your thighs stretching just for her as she pushes harshly and voraciously for more of your cunt. Her left hand holds your hip while the other is spread on your stomach, feeling each thrust under your skin. Jinx is greedy, pressing the furthest she can inside you like she wants you to swallow her whole.
Jinx keeps her eyes on your body, splayed for her own pleasure; tits bouncing and chest shaking from the quickness of her actions. She bites down on her lip to hear you. Her eyes are glued to you, to the way you look to her and the television in small frantic looks, your sexed agog gaze pulls a low noise from her throat
She grabs your hips, tilting them higher, closer to her own. You scream when she suddenly reaches deeper, hitting the spongy spot inside of you, tensing your legs on each side of her waist, toes digging in the arm of the couch.
“Oh my g-ugh! Jinx, Jinx!”
That’s it, her favorite sound. She loves when you scream her name like this, your voice high from sensory overload. When you’re losing your mind, all because of her.
“Yeah? Here?” She insists, sending a particularly rough thrust, keeping you almost flush against her.
Jinx drills into you, animalistic groans leaving her lips as she feels herself growing closer to her peak. Lithe arm wraps around you waist, nimble fingers reaching down; her pointer rubbing at your clit in quick, clumsy movements. You cry out, body arching in overstimulation. Jinx lowers herself towards you, grabbing your cheeks and making you face her.
“Let me see, lemme see it.” She pants on your face.
Her face is slightly blurry despite the closeness, her eyes glow in the sterile lighting of the movie. She smiles against your face, the tip of her nose hitting yours.
“Like tha-t, k-keep looking at me.”
That look in your eyes, wide and hyper focused, entrancing just like fear, maybe even more appetizing… her stomach tenses, her hips lock, trembling knees dig into the plush surface.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whines, small girlish whimpers leave her lips as she tries to hold in the orgasm.
She doesn’t cease her movements on your clit, her touch electric. Her body clings to yours, weak pumping motions as she attempts to keep going through her climax, moving back just as she feels herself about to cum, the sudden glint of clarity in her eyes.
“K-Keep goin-” You tell her.
Another tap to your bundle of nerves, you moan legs locking around her hips. Jinx lets out something akin to a cry as she pushes further, grasping onto the high for as long as she can. The orgasm hits all your senses at once, blinding white, you don’t hear yourself, but she does, and it’s the last push she needs. Jinx lets out a choked moan, shaky fingers replaced by the palm of your hand as she press against your clit.
“Fuck, I love that face, I love y-ugh!”
She holds you flush to her, emptying herself inside of you in burning spurts filling you to the brim.
The small window next to the television is open, letting in the fresh air and the faraway sounds of the city. The television screen displays an old episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Jinx drags her nose between your shoulder blades releasing a weight sigh. Her hand resting on your abdomen stiffens every few seconds, her skin sticks to yours, exhaling loudly.
The bottle of water she gave you now is half full on the table, an opened pack of saltines and jam pot abandoned on the coffee table.
Jinx shifts behind you, her gesticulation is maddening against your sensitive lower half.
“Stop moving.” You whine tiredly.
“C-can’t, it’s too tight in there.”
“Then pull ou-”; “No.” She voices firmly.
You roll your eyes with fondness and exasperation.
The comfortable silence is broken by the ringing sound of an ambulance driving by your building. You shiver in her arms, jerkily rising up. Force of habit. Jinx giggles behind you, patting your stomach affectionately.
“Just a siren, jumpy.”
A few seconds later, you feel her harden inside of you, hipbones pushing on your butt doing a small forward movement automatically. Her hand glides down, hooking around your thigh.
“Wanna go again?”
[jumpy gals arise, I feel like a fainting goat sometimes.]
[I wanted to do a fully clueless reader at first but I’m too much of a freak to not play with the reversals.]
Summary: MODERN AU. You and Ellie have been best friends for years post-college. After some banter and teasing, the both of you cross sexual boundaries on your sofa when Ellie’s had enough of you making her jealous over your previous fling with Abby.
Warnings: Genuinely just a lot of smut. Heavyy on pussy eating. Both Ellie and Reader are masc lesbians. Background mentions of you/Abby and other girls.
Word count: 2,872
You and Ellie had become friends over the past couple of years.
You'd met in college, the both of you fumbling through the same mess of shallow friendships, messy breakups, and temporary flings. Honestly, you hadn't kept track of all the people you'd met or lost touch with recently, and didn't care to.
Ellie, in contrast, had always stuck around. She found your apartment quietly comforting, a pocket of space away from her roommates, noise, and occasional headache. Over time, your place had become a kind of sanctuary for her.
Now she was sprawled across your sofa, legs stretched over the cushions, a can of cheap domestic beer dangling from one hand. She'd brought a whole case, which you secretly appreciated—you weren't picky, and free alcohol was still free alcohol. Even if beer always tasted like piss.
She wore a faded band tee of yours that hung loose over her lithe frame, paired with well-worn jeans and socks that peeked out from under the cuffs. On top, a sienna-colored flannel was thrown over her shoulders, sleeves rolled halfway up—practical, cozy, and very Ellie.
"Move, dude—" you said, nudging her gently with your shoulder as you slid onto the couch beside her. Your knees brushed, just enough to spark a little warmth through the worn fabric. Ellie let out a soft, irritated huff, but her lips curled into a grin as she took another swig, the can tipping loosely between her fingers.
"Ugh. Seriously, who even drinks this, Ellie?" you asked, scrunching your nose.
She didn't answer, only shifted deeper into the cushions, stretching out like she belonged there. Like she'd been waiting for you to show up all day.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The muted glow of the TV flickered across her face, highlighting the sharp line of her jaw and the way her dark hair fell in soft, careless strands across her forehead. Her gaze drifted toward you every so often, sometimes to your mouth, sometimes to your hand.
You noticed, smirking, leaning just slightly closer to test the air. Not enough to mean anything. Just enough for her to feel it.
"What?" you asked casually, though your heartbeat had picked up.
She froze for a fraction of a second.
"Nothin'," she said quickly, eyes darting back to the TV. But the corner of her mouth betrayed her, twitching like she wanted to laugh. Or something else entirely.
You let the silence stretch. Your knee nudged hers, just slightly closer. She didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted, that half-smile curling again, and suddenly the room felt smaller.
Your phone buzzed against the coffee table. You picked it up, sighing before even looking.
Abby.
Of course it was Abby.
The text was short, casual. Nothing that should have mattered. But somehow it still got under your skin.
"Ugh. Abby again," you muttered, tossing the phone back onto the table. "She seriously doesn't know when to quit."
Ellie's head lifted, one brow arching.
"Abby?" she asked flatly, though the sharp edge in her tone made you pause.
That name was loaded, past and present, and you could feel Ellie's gaze settle heavy on you. Abby and you had a history. A few casual hookups, never serious. Ellie had always known, just like you'd always known about her own flings. But now... something was different.
"Yeah," you said with a shrug, trying to sound casual. "You know. The one I hung out with last week. Or... a few times before that."
Ellie shifted on the couch, her leg pressing slightly harder against yours this time, subtle enough to pretend it wasn't deliberate.
"Hm," she murmured, jaw tightening just slightly.
Her fingers drummed against the cushion. She wasn't looking at the TV anymore.
"You okay?" you asked, innocent in tone, though your gut already knew the answer.
Neither of you were fooled.
Ellie exhaled, crossing her arms and leaning just enough that her shoulder brushed yours again.
"I'm fine," she said, in the particular tone that meant she absolutely wasn't.
It was... unusual. She had never reacted this sharply to Abby. Or any other girl you'd mentioned in passing.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Do not tell me you're actually jealous or something."
"Jealous of who?" she countered, voice low, teasing but sharp. Her knee brushed yours again, deliberate this time.
"Of Abby," you said, shrugging
Ellie's eyes narrowed, but she didn't look away. "You're full of yourself, man."
You grinned, letting the pause linger. Your knee nudged hers back slightly closer. She didn't pull back. Her fingers twitched again, subtle, impatient, as though she wanted to do something about it—but wasn't sure what.
You snorted softly, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
Ellie grinned, tipping her beer back, eyes glinting in the dim light. "Am I?" she drawled, voice lazy, teasing, like she didn't even care if she pushed your buttons.
"Yeah, really," you said, trying to keep your tone flat, sober enough to notice the way her knee still kept nudging yours. The brush was accidental, maybe, but this second one was deliberate.
Physical touch and affection was not foreign or uncommon for the both of you at all. Only now, for the first time, it felt charged.
Ellie's gaze flicked to yours, sharp, half-mocking, half-challenging. "What? You don't like it when I touch you?"
You arched a brow, letting the words hang. "Depends on who's touching me and why." you replied evenly. Deliberately slow.
Her hand shifted, creeping up this time, inching its way up your jean-clad thigh. Just testing. Her grin widened.
You blinked, a little sober now, straightening slightly. "You're doing that on purpose," you said, flatly, like it was obvious.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she countered, mock-innocent, though her fingers twitched subtly, daring you to react. They crept further.
You smirked, shrugging. "Fine. Keep testing." Making no effort to stop her.
Her eyes flicked down to her own hand, then back up, challenge written all over her face. Slowly, deliberately, she let her fingers press just a little more, dangerously close to your groin, tensely watching for a reaction.
You didn't pull away. Not really. Instead, you let your own hand drift, sliding up her arm. Traveling up her shoulder until you grazed your fingers up her jawline. Just to see how she'd respond. Her smirk faltered for a fraction, then came back stronger.
You met her eyes and shrugged. "Fuck it," you muttered.
"Fuck it," she echoed, tilting her head slightly before reaching further.
Comically, your phone buzzed again.
Abby. You let it vibrate for a beat, then picked it up with your free hand, eyes flicking to Ellie's. She was watching, sharp and amused, and you couldn't resist the tiniest smirk.
"Hmm," you murmured, swiping open the message. "She really doesn't know when to quit..."
Ellie's nostrils flared, jaw tightening, and before you could even think, she snatched the phone out of your hand. "God, are you seriously still thinkin' about her?" she growled, low and teasing, pressing it against the armrest.
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I wasn't... I mean, she's not—"
It no longer mattered. She was dragging you forward and pressing her mouth to yours. Bold and unrestrained.
Her hands were everywhere now. Gripping your shoulders, pushing lightly into your chest, tugging you closer. And damn, she knew exactly how to use her weight, pressing you against the sofa until you were trapped between her and the cushions.
Lips parted, you pressed yours to hers, slower this time, letting your tongue brush against her teeth. A little nudge, a little flick—testing, teasing, tasting. Ellie hummed low, half a growl, and you seized the chance.
Your tongue slipped inside, greedy and exploring until she groaned softly into your mouth, tilting her head back, momentarily letting you take the lead. And god, it felt good. Massaging your tongue with hers.
Ellie pushed back, wriggling, trying to regain control, and you laughed against her lips, muffled and low.
You seal your lips. "Careful now," you murmured, voice teasing, "don't get too cocky."
Her hands tightened on your body, your hips, shoulders, but you were already moving, nudging her to lean back, letting your own weight press down this time. Your lips fully left hers briefly as you dragged a teasing line down her jaw, back up, letting her catch your grin with a hiss of annoyance.
"Mm, you're ridiculous," she muttered, eyes half-lidded but sharp, still trying to shove you off balance.
"And you love it," you countered, tilting your head to deepen the kiss again. Your hands wandered lower, wriggling beneath her shirt, over her ribs, hips, brushing the waistband of her jeans, inching carefully.
Ellie squirmed, playful but annoyed. "Hey! That's not—"
"Shh," you whispered, grinning, and in one smooth motion, you guided her hips, pressing down just enough that she couldn't resist.
"Relax. Let me handle this, El..." There was a pause.
Ellie huffed, rolling her eyes, but her hands weren't pushing you away so much as holding on, almost helplessly, while she fumbled with the button of her own jeans.
"You're insane," she muttered, tugging at the zipper with a frustrated twist.
"Insane?" you echoed, voice low, amused. "I prefer... assertive."
Finally, she gave a sharp little grunt, her hands fumbling with your assistance, but obedient. Sliding the pants down all in one go. "Happy now?" she hissed.
"Very," you murmured. "Stop acting like it's a big deal," you teased, pressing closer.
"M' not acting—ugh, you're just...—" she groaned, cutting herself off, trying to twist out of your weight, hands still on your shoulders. But you pinned her just enough, a playful smirk tugging your lips.
"Look at you," you murmured, brushing your thumb over her hipbone, "all annoyed and squirmy. "Admit it—you kinda like it. Not being in control for once."
Ellie's lips curled in a half-scowl, half-smirk. "I am not," she said flatly, though the tug of her fingers and the way she let her hips settle under your hand said otherwise.
"Sure," you replied, voice low, teasing. "Keep telling yourself that."
Your hands moved carefully, coaxing her to lie back fully. At this angle you subtly admired the faint happy trail spreading down her navel. You could not wait to see the rest.
"Fine," she muttered, a sharp little laugh escaping, "but only because you're... lucky." Her eyes flicked up to yours, playful, dangerous, daring. But also... cooperative, letting the teasing chaos take over for a moment.
Ellie noticed the hesitation immediately.
"What?" she muttered, breath still uneven, propped on one elbow just enough to glare at you. "You starting something you can't finish?"
That earned a short laugh from you, low and quiet. "Please."
But the joke bought you a second—just enough to slide your fingers under the waistband and tug carefully downward
"Don't make it weird."
"I'm not making it weird, dude." You reply.
Nonetheless, the temperature in the room changed when you finally tugged her boxers off entirely. Leaving her bare, just for you.
You didn't stare, or gawk. Instead scooting back to lower yourself level with your best friend's pussy as if you've done this a million times. It was almost uncanny how natural it felt.
And man, everything about it had you reeling.
Now that you were this close, there wasn't exactly a fragrance to it. Just heat, so much heat, with subtle notes of clean sweat and fresh musk radiating into your face. Maybe a whisper of salt.
And god, her pussy was so pretty. Which was not a huge surprise for Ellie of all people. Who knew genitalia could be so startlingly beautiful.
The labia was swollen. Darkened to pink with arousal. Delicate and a stark contrast against her curly bush.
You exhaled, lightheaded. Feeling your mouth water with anticipation and craned your neck down. Your mouth hovered first, breath skimming warm skin, before you pressed a soft kiss there. The glossy dampness catching faintly, tacky and warm against your lips.
Ellie's low exhale spurred you on enough to experimentally dip your tongue, simply swiping up between the egregiously smooth folds to get a full-on taste of her.
Again, there's really no flavor to it, but it has you moaning to yourself quietly as the tanginess of it melts on your tongue.
Ellie's rough, callused fingers knotted themselves into your roots, starling you. Before you could respond, she's urging your head down further, planting your mouth right against her wet cunt impatiently.
Well, fuck it, you suppose.
You began working your mouth, licking deep, languid strokes up her cunt and sealing your mouth over her clit. You allow Ellie to cant her hips into your face, angling herself just how she likes it—teaching you how to get her off.
"Yeah—yeah baby j-just like that." She holds your head in place and keeps rocking her hips. Most definitely smearing cum across your chin. "Feels really good when you move your tongue just like that—don't stop, 'kay?"
You hum affirmatively, continuing the pace. Ignoring the progressive ache in your jaw as her thick public hairs tickle your skin. With your mouth making the most vulgar sounds in between her shaky breaths from above. She was getting so much wetter and you loved it.
Ellie wasn't super vocal, not really. But when you dragged your tongue just right, her thighs involuntarily spasmed on either sides of your face. Occasionally followed by a strained curse. You loved knowing you were getting her off like this.
Looking up, you could see her brows screwed together with concentration. Mouth ajar and eyes boring right into yours.
You didn't realize you had been idly grounding your hips into the cushion beneath you. Chasing any inkling of pleasure as you ate her with vigor.
You slur into her, words muffled. "—mm.. this pussy is so good, Els—holy shit. Wish I got this sooner—"
Ellie answered with a rougher grip in your hair, making you wince.
"Stop bein' weird—" She gasps. "Just f-fucking get me off..!"
You oblige, still jerking your hips into the sofa. You're so, so close just from having her pussy in your mouth alone. It was mortifying.
Lean thighs clamp on either side of your cheeks. You can feel that she's close. Your jaw and tongue are screaming—but you don't stop. Ellie keeps breathing heavy, lowly growling to herself when you seal your mouth exceptionally mean around her clit. Sucking the little spot until she swears.
"—Fu-uh-uck.." She breathed. "You're so pussy-drunk right now, dude.."
It was the whole truth, embarrassingly. You could gladly spend eternity here. Or at least until your jaw gives out.
It's a little awkward, but you manage to snake one hand down the front of your body. Weaseling it beneath your boxers and rub frantic strokes. morbidly, you're probably the wettest you've ever been.
You pant into her, still licking. Barely getting any air in. Your face and wrist burn from exertion.
Ellie's breaths stutter. Chest rising abruptly before she starts taking control entirely—fucking herself on your face. Assaulting your mouth with her cunt until she inaudibly blabbers something about being close.
You're just moving on instinct. Not even pulling in air anymore as you cum pathetically against your own hand, hips jerking wildly. Moaning into Ellie.
She's cumming too. And holy fuck—her cunt is clenching and spasming against your face. Fuck.
You willingly allow her to buck into you. Riding out the waves, swearing and throwing her head back as she rides the orgasm.
You're unsure how long this lasts, but when her thighs unclamp their iron-grip from your head and her grip slackens, you're pulling back, wetly gasping for air. Strings of spit and cum still connecting your mouth to her pussy as you blearily look at her.
"—o-oh my god." You rasp. Licking your chapped lips.
The room air is immediately too cold against your wet face. Your head is spinning, and you can feel how ridiculously tousled your hair must be.
You settle on dropping your head across her stomach. Your cheek pressed into the pale skin.
Ellie grabbed the abandoned beer from the cushion beside her, cracked a swallow of it like she'd just finished a marathon, then tipped her head enough to look down at you.
There was a pause.
"Jesus Christ, y/n." she said, voice rough with laughter she was trying not to let out.
"What?"
"You look insane."
You pushed yourself up slightly, hair falling into your eyes. "...That's rude after everything I just did for you."
"No, seriously—" she snorted, finally laughing now, beer already back in her hand.
You playfully slap her thigh, silencing her. She sits up.
Scrambling off the sofa and stumbling over cushions took more effort than it should have. Ellie is already dragging you by your wrist towards the bathroom, snickering.
"Alright—we're taking this to the shower. Paybacks coming, Buddy."
Her words don't fully hit you until the sliding glass doors shut behind you, and the heat in her gaze promises she's deadly serious.
cw: sub top!ellie, sub bottom!reader, sex-tape recording, scissoring, reader has nipple piercings, praise kink, squirting
Ellie sets the camera up carefully before looking at you. “Nervous?”
You hesitate, then nod.
Ellie rubs your stomach with a soft smile.
“We don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna.”
You smile back, it’s nervous and crooked but you don’t wanna back out. “Let’s do it.”
Ellie positions herself after the camera’s set. She takes a deep breath and makes the first move. You feel her pussy glide against yours smoothly. You’re so wet her vulva slides right against yours easily.
Once she backs, you can see the sticky fluids sticking to both of you now. The sight makes you blush slightly. You gulp and move along, initiating movement this time. Ellie grabs ahold of your hand, interlacing fingers.
“Fuck, babe. You look so fuckin’ good.”
Her eyes linger on your chest. Your pretty pierced nipples look perfect as your tits bounce softly with motion. You bite your lips to keep yourself quiet but it doesn’t help much, your moans muffle and spill anyway.
“Ellie, Els… oh, you make me feel so good.”
Ellie’s cunt clenches around nothing at that, but she keeps going. You glance at the camera which has a tiny red blinking light. Somehow it makes you nervous knowing you’re being recorded but the thought also arouses you.
Ellie squeezes your hand.
“That’s okay, pretty. Look at me.”
You obey. She smiles.
“Keep lookin’.”
Every movement makes you try to angle yourself in a way that gets your clit stimulation. Ellie watches your beautiful frame moving with hers, somehow finding a rhythm without having to even try.
“That’s my gorgeous girl. You’re so good at this.”
Ellie praises. Her words make you fasten your pace, body moving before your mind can catch up. The sound isn’t something you’re used to when Ellie’s using her strap or a dildo.
It’s different. It’s addictive.
The sensation is more so. Ellie’s clit touches yours and that is it. You squirt. Everywhere.
You and girlfriend!ellie had never done something like this. Usually she was all over you and you didn’t mind that. You enjoyed the feeling of her hands all over your body all the time. The way she groped, squeezed, rubbed. You loved it all.
But since your last petty argument, you both hadn’t been intimate in a long while. And although Ellie wanted you to break, come beg her for sex, she knew your resolve wasn’t that weak.
When you got back from work that day, you walked straight to the bedroom without saying anything. Ellie sat there, legs under the blanket, a comic open in her hands but she wasn’t reading it.
You walked to the closet, opened it, grabbed a fresh set of clothes before closing it and walking away. Ellie’s eyes followed you but she didn’t look. She tried not to. Her legs pressed together under her blanket though, thighs pressing together as she quietly prayed that you didn’t notice the shift in energy.
“It’s been long.” She said before you left the room.
You paused. “Hm?”
“It’s been long since we’ve done something.”
“Something as in…?” you tilted your head as if highlighting your cluelessness, and playing with her emotions at the same time.
“Y’know what I’m saying.”
You smirked. Slow. Soft. Like you knew exactly how to twist everything.
“Maybe. Maybe I don’t.”
“Come on.” Ellie huffed, getting out of bed, and stepping closer to you.
“Oooh.” Your eyes moved down.
Her boxers had a clear, prominent wet patch. Your smirk widened. Evil.
“I see what you mean now. But I thought we weren’t talking.”
“We’re not… but…” Ellie sighed. “I need you.”
“That’s too bad, isn’t it?”
“Baby, please.”
Without a word, Ellie knelt suddenly. Her knees hit the floor almost painfully. Your eyes widened slightly. Amusement more than surprise.
When girlfriend!ellie finally got you on the bed, positioned with your ass raised in the air, Ellie felt a sense of achievement she’d barely allowed herself to feel the past few days. She grabbed a handful of your bare ass in one hand, feeling the soft plush skin and flesh before she smacked it.
You buried your face in the mattress. “You’re getting off on this way too much.”
“I am.” She admitted. Shameless.
You rolled your eyes.
“Just get it done with, your horny dog.”
Ellie reached forward lovingly, her hand grabbing a good amount of your hair before she suddenly yanked your head back. A whimper tore from your lips before you could control it.
“Hey!”
“Shhh…” you felt the leather of a dog collar dragging against your skin. “You’re gonna put this on and be my good little bitch as I pound your ass. Is that understood?”
You nodded quickly. The leather clasped around your neck, tightening when Ellie adjusted it. She hooked the leash to it and let go of your hair. You grabbed your head, trying to soothe your aching scalp. Ellie laughed softly.
“You’re in for a lot of that if you don’t behave.”
“I’ll behave…”
That’s what Ellie wanted. Your submission.
All she needed to do was coerce you to get into this vulnerable position, clothes off your body, so she could do whatever she wanted to you and she knew you’d never resist nor safeword.
Deep down, you were a slut for this kind of treatment.
Ellie spat on her hand, rubbing it along the length of her strap before she aligned it against your body. Except, instead of it being against your pussy, it was against your tight asshole.
“El— I don’t think you’re supposed to—”
Before you could say a coherent sentence, Ellie thrusted inside slowly. The shaft filled up your ass slowly before she finally stopped pushing. The flared base made your asshole stretch painfully.
“Ellie…! Ellie, pull out! It hurts!”
Ellie just smirked and rubbed her hand down your back as if she were comforting you. She wrapped her other hand around the end of the leash tightly before she yanked it back.
You choked. “Els! Please!”
“The only thing I expect you to beg for is me to fuck you harder.”
Your eyes watered from the pain as Ellie moved. Her hips pulled back, the strap got pulled out of your asshole that clenched around the base almost as if it didn’t want the cock out of your body. Ellie watched it, the sight alone pleasurable. Your ass resisted when she pushed inside.
“Gosh, you’re gonna need more than just spit.” She mumbled more to herself than to you. “Eh, we’ll make do.” She said, spitting again at the base of the strap before slamming inside.
Your eyes widened, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks before you launched your face into the pillows, trying to muffle your cries of pleasure and pain both.
“Ellie… oh, Ellie, it hurts.”
Ellie reached down, fingers scooping up the wetness produced by your pussy.
“Filthy girl. You’re tellin’ me it hurts and you’re this fuckin’ wet?”
“I— but I—”
Ellie pulled your leash. You quietened.
“Just take my dick like a good slut.”
Girlfriend!ellie fucked you so hard, you could barely control anything your body did. Your legs trembled from how numb they felt from her intense fucking. The sounds your hole made every time it clenched desperately around her intruding silicone dick, Ellie squeezed your hip so hard she was sure she bruised it.
All the pent-up sexual frustration of the past few days had really gotten the worst out of Ellie who didn’t seem like she’d stop anytime soon.
“P-please, wait, wait! I can’t hold it anymore. I’m— I’m gonna pee!”
“I didn’t say you gotta hold it, pup. Y’know you’re a bitch. Act like it.”
“But—”
“But nothing.” Ellie said coldly, yanking your leash as if to make a statement.
You clenched harder. Ellie paused, hips stuttering in their movement because of the sudden resistance from your increased tightness.
“Damn it, puppy. You ain’t gotta hold back.”
You made a whimpering sound. Ellie sighed, and for a second you thought she would pull out. She grabbed your hips with both hands and slammed herself inside forcefully.
You screamed into the pillow, body losing all control. Piss sprayed out of you and soaked the bedding.
Ellie smirked, watching as you made a mess beneath you both.
“That’s it, puppy. Let it all go, m’right here.”
And you did exactly that. After all, you were just a dumb mutt.
(please boycott buying tlou two, get it second hand or watch the gameplay and please don't buy tlou 3 if it comes out and refrain from buying remastered versions of any tlou and tlou merch connected with PlayStation.)
The noise of the traffic outside was muffled as you shut the door to your apartment. You sighed putting your keys on the nearby hook. The only light that shined was the dim nightlight in the kitchen and the traffic lights from outside coming through the window.
You only thought about one thing, your girlfriend Ellie. She wasn't in the kitchen so you assumed she was in the bedroom like most of the time. You slipped off your shoes putting them on the small rack.
You walked over to the bedroom opening the door. The first thing you saw was Ellie sitting in the bed reading a book with her reading glasses on. She usually never reads things unless it was a comic book or a manga because she was always watching tv or being on her phone, but every once in awhile you caught her reading an actual book.
"you didn't get scared this time." You said quietly putting your bag and jacket down onto the dresser. "I heard the front door shut this time." she responded back keeping her gaze on you. She ended up closing the book and taking off the glasses putting it off to the side.
"how was your day?" She asked, noticing your facial expression. You didn't look too thrilled and you seemed tired. She understood the place you worked at was not very welcoming.
"It sucked. My boss was rude like always, I had extra work, and I just feel like I don't belong, None of my coworkers are nice, and then I got stuck in traffic, that's why I'm so late." You said walking over to your shared closet. You started to change from your uniform to something comfortable.
You took off your clothes revealing the lacey black bra and panties under. It was a simple set but it was Ellie's favorite. You grabbed a gray t-shirt putting it on and sitting down the bed. The lace design of the bra shows since the shirt was low cut.
Ellie came behind you gently putting her hands on your shoulder massaging them and she kissed your head. She hates seeing you so worked up she wanted you to feel happy or at least relaxed but it was hard when you went to work with nobody who appreciated you.
"feels good, yea?" She questions and you immediately respond with a "mhm". You sighed, but this time out of relief. Her fingers pressed against your shoulder and it felt so good. "Hey at least tomorrow you and I will both be at home together." She said trying to cheer you up.
It did relieve your nerves a little more. You learned your head back into Ellie's collarbone looking at her. Your eyes moving from her lips and back into her gaze. She noticed as well concentrating on your features just like how you were doing to her.
You pulled her in without even realizing. Your lips gently meet each other molding into each other's shape. Your hands gently cupped her cheeks as you slightly leaned your head. Your noses slightly bumping each other as hell were your foreheads. You kissed like how you kissed on prom night, all messy.
Her clothes sat jumbled up on the floor. Her arm was over her eyes as her breath hitched. Sometimes she got a little embarrassed about how much she loved being the one receiving. Her cheeks were always pink and hot and she was always so sensitive.
You didn't realize how much harder you were going on Ellie just with your fingers. You were sure to be gentle with her but tonight you didn't realize. Your fingers plunged inside her faster and deep as you could go even if your fingers felt like cramping. Your eyebrows were furrowed you barely looked at her you were more focused.
"fuck.." she whined out with a view others noises coming right after. Her voice seemed more high pitched and her body more tense. Yet you felt better than ever right now all you could think about was your shitty day at work.
Your teeth gritted together. Ellie's hand slowly went down her stomach near her crotch area trying to get you to slow down but then she pulled back her hand just to let you have this. You curled your fingers making her form a louder whimper.
"oh my god.." she muttered to herself. Her stomach tightened a little. She could feel her orgasm getting ready to come. She was actually starting to like this version of you during sex yet she would need a little more time to get fully used to it. Her head slightly lifted off the pillow and she opened her eyes.
She moaned her lip slightly quivering as her body paused for a second, her orgasm finally came crashing down. She finally put her head back down breathing heavily and her eyes closed again. Her juices dripping from your knuckles to your wrist.
She rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. "You look so out of breath I didn't go that hard." you muttered moving the hair strands off her cheeks. "You're joking, right..?" she said with a very sarcastic laugh.
you wanna be friends forever? (i can think of something better)
sleepover with bsf!ellie except she secretly yearns and fantasizes about you. (cw: suggestive. mentions of masturbation but nothing graphic)
ellie’s room smelled faintly of weed from the ones you shared earlier, along with detergent and something sweet — the vanilla scented candle you lit up earlier now burned to a puddle on her nighstand. amber glowed from the string lights nailed messily against her wall, while the air conditioning hummed softly in the background. the room was quiet. painfully so. she didn’t like it one bit, because silence only leaves more room for thoughts she shouldn’t be having.
not to mention, you’re only a hairsbreadth away from her.
jesse and dina had ditched hours ago after movie night downstairs, leaving you and ellie to your usual routine. sleepover. weed. laughing your asses off until sunrise. and now, you have fallen asleep so soundly, unaware of the things that you’re doing to ellie. it’s almost cruel.
you looked pretty while you slept. to be fair, you looked pretty all the time. even when you’re doing the most mundane of things.
pretty when you rambled with your hands moving too fast for your words to catch up. pretty when you got excited over dumb shit at the thrift or the record store. pretty when you laughed with your head thrown back. pretty when you're high. pretty when you're wearing her clothes.
even more so when you're off of them.
ellie thought she might actually lose her mind.
this should feel easy. after all, you’ve known each other for years. you were the one who approached her first when she and joel moved to jackson. you who ignored her attitude until she eventually cracked. you who made it so easy for her to like you. you who made her feel safe.
after that, you’ve been inseparable.
you slept over at each other's houses so often maria stopped asking whose home you were staying at. you steal each other’s clothes without permission. ellie knew which hoodie of hers you liked because you always pulled the sleeves over your hands when you wore it. you knew ellie hated the crusts on sandwiches and would eat them without comment. you’d even changed in front of each other countless times, share a bath together when your heater broke off, crawl into her bed wearing tiny shorts and no bra without thinking twice, and fall asleep half on top of her during movies.
normal best friend shit, who cares?
except they don’t feel normal anymore. not to ellie, at least. it hasn’t been for a long while. now every little thing you did lodged itself under her skin.
she knew she should be grateful that she got this much from you at all. most people didn’t get to know you, look at you, lay with you the way she did. but greed was a terrible little thing.
she realized she wanted more.
you shifted. the blanket had slipped lower on you at some point, exposing more of your legs. one of them nudged between hers unconsciously, warm skin dragging against skin for half a second before settling. your shirt had twisted slightly during sleep, bunching around your waist enough to expose a sliver of skin.
jesus christ.
ellie swallowed hard. her gaze dropped again before she could stop herself.
elie pictured herself holding and touching you, like she had countless times in this very bed, with her hand shoved beneath her boxers, breathing hard into her pillow while she came with your name trapped silently in her throat. she felt sick everytime. but she wasn’t strong enough to stop it from happening either. because at least in her head, you were hers. dream-you always wanted her too.
her mind always painted the scene in painful detail.
she imagined kissing you. slow at first. her hand sliding up your waist under the shirt while you melted into her. your fingers hooking into the back of her neck. that soft little sigh you made sometimes when you got comfortable — ellie imagined swallowing it whole. then kissing down your throat next, pushing your hair aside while your pulse fluttered beneath her mouth. you’d crawl into her lap the way you always did without thinking, except this time she’d hold your hips down so intently to grind you against her. “fuck, els, please…” you’d beg as you move, your breath hot against her ear. god, she’d give it to you. she’d always do.
her fantasy only sharpened. she’d push you back carefully to the mattress, climbing over you while you laugh softly in surprise. she’d help you with your clothes, tugging on each fabric until you’re completely bare for her. then you’d kiss her impatiently, maybe guide her hands to where you want her most.
it was so vivid it made her head swim.
your fingers in her hair.
your thighs parting for her instinctively.
the little noises you’d make against her mouth.
ellie squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to see stars. fuck, what am i doing? she’s literally just sleeping beside ms. she felt disgusted. and you would be too if you found out she was over here imagining things that would probably ruin everything. she could handle wanting you quietly. but losing you? that’s something she could never live with.
ellie glanced at you for the last time, guilt making her feel sick to her stomach, before finally leaning her head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling again.
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