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Yours, Mine, Ours

jock!abby & ellie x academic!fem reader, abby and ellie are friends/teammates who’ve never liked the same girl.. until you, reader is described as a black woman, abby and ellie take turns flirting with reader, they’re basically competing to see who can treat you like more of a princess

cw: alcohol consumption and mention of violence

18+ men & minors dni

Chapter One

You met them at the same time.

At a block party after your college women’s soccer team won the semi finals. You’d only gone to the party -and the game for that matter- because you promised your friend you would try to do more fun things this semester.

You tended to be more academically inclined, and not very adventurous. But even you were willing to admit you wanted to see a bit more of the world. Take a risk, let yourself be in the moment without overthinking every little decision you made. And so in the spirit of your first real attempt at being carefree, you let your friend put you in a sexy pink dress to go out in.

“Girl, you look hot! That body is gonna get you in trouble.” Your friend hyped you up as you looked over yourself in the mirror.

For once you didn’t argue. The way the fabric hugged your hips and showed off your body made you feel a bit bolder. You wanted to make yourself known tonight. Surely in a room full of female soccer players you could find at least one lesbian to flirt with, or maybe even more if you were lucky.

Little did you know you’d get much more than you bargained for.

There were more people here than you’d realized.

The music poured out from the open windows into the street. A huge crowd of people moving and dancing outside the house. You held your friend’s hand a little tighter.

“You’re gonna have a great time.” She shouted by your ear over the noise.

“If I don’t you owe me ramen after this.” You replied.

“Done.” You giggled together, making your way through the mass of bodies.

The inside of the house was warmer, small groups of people sitting around tables talking. You notice various drugs on the table being passed around and try not to stare. You weren’t judging, but it was hard not to feel overwhelmed by the newness of the situation. A drink was being put in your hand, forcing you to turn your gaze away. You sniffed the contents of the red solo cup cautiously.

“Rum and coke oldie.” Your friend teased.

“You know me so well.”

The first sip does a lot to calm your nerves. You drop your shoulders, moving to the music as you scan the room with curiosity. Your eyes sweep the space, searching for recognition when you meet a pair of eyes that are already fixed on you. The blue of her gaze is bright but carefully controlled as she looks at you. Her blond hair loose instead of braided down like it had been yesterday.

Abby Anderson was staring at you.

And apparently being caught did nothing to deter her as her eyes moved down your body. Your face goes hot, hands suddenly itching to adjust your dress.

You take another sip of your drink, needing to do something with your hands. Before either of you could do anything else, another person comes to stand beside Abby. One long, toned arm thrown over her shoulder. Green eyes follow Abby’s line of sight and find you.

Ellie Williams. You remembered her for ‘accidentally’ elbowing a girl in the face during the game.

Now they were both staring.

Oh shit

Ellie was more expressive than Abby, interest showing in the way her eyebrows raised as she looked you over. Her gaze lingered a little too long on your cleavage, a small smile curled her lips when she got to your legs. The heat in your body instantly doubled. The moment seemed to go on forever, the three of you trapped inside the intensity of their want and your uncertainty.

“You okay?” Your friend’s voice shocked you, snapping your head in her direction.

“Huh? Yeah, all good.”

You tried to keep the excitement from showing on your face. It had been forever since your last relationship and by extension, forever since you’d gotten laid. Even if nothing really happened tonight, it was nice to know you could turn the heads of not one but two lesbian hotties.

“You sure?” Your friend eyed you playfully.

“Definitely.” You take her hand and move toward the backyard where you spotted a group of people dancing.

You’re surprised by how effortlessly you melt into the crowd, hips swinging with confidence as you dance. Your friend holds your waist and mimics grinding into your ass, so you bend over and give her a show. Once you straighten she screams over the music.

“Yes bitch! That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!”

You beam at her, genuinely having a great time. The two of you are lost in your own little world as song after song keeps you hyped and on your feet. Eventually your cup is emptied and you decide to go back inside for a refresh. You find the liquor in the kitchen and pour yourself a generous amount.

“Nice moves.”

You turn around to see Abby leaning against the kitchen island, large forearms supporting her upper body. You blink, smiling.

“Thank you. I could say the same to you actually.”

“Doubtful. I don’t dance.” She smirks.

“I mean yesterday. I was at your game. You’ve got some impressive moves. Not that I know anything about soccer but it’s pretty obvious you know what you’re doing.” You force yourself to stop talking. You tend to ramble when you’re nervous and you really don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of this woman.

“You’d be right about that princess.”

Your brain short circuits.

Abby can tell, laughing at what must be a stunned look on your face.

“So, um, h-how long have you been playing?” You ask, after taking a second to reboot.

“Since I was five. It’s great exercise and I love the competition.” She looks down at your lips for a split second. “Honestly, I love winning.”

And that was the moment Ellie decided to walk into the kitchen from behind you.

“Hey pretty lady.” You turn, flushing again as her gaze takes you in. “I have to say, that dress looks incredible on you.”

Abby scoffs behind you. “Subtle Ellie.”

“Don’t think I was talkin’ to you Anderson.”

Ellie doesn’t even look at her when she speaks, eyes still on your face. You feel strangely caught up in something equal parts dangerous and irresistible. The two women stay quiet, waiting for you to respond to Ellie’s comments.

“Um, thanks.” You choke out a dry laugh. “It’s actually my friend’s dress, she let me borrow it.”

“Well it was made for you honey.” Ellie takes a step toward you with an easy smile and holds out her hand. You take it, slowly, still stunned by the attention. Once Ellie has your hand she raises it and turns you, making the skirt part of your dress flutter as you spin.

Abby sighs behind you. “We were actually in the middle of a conversation.”

Ellie shrugs one shoulder, “Mind if I join?”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, looking between both women.

Abby nods at you, indicating that the choice was yours. You took a long sip of your drink.

“I guess that would be cool. We were just talking about the game last night.”

“You were there?” Ellie looks genuinely pleased.

“Oh yeah. I hope that girls nose is okay.” You laughed. Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“Ellie has a bad habit of getting really violent when she plays.” Abby rounded the island to stand next to you, thick biceps folding across her chest.

“Don’t say shit like that. You’re making me sound like a maniac.”

“That’s because you are.”

“Sorry we aren’t all as militant as you Captain. But let’s be honest, when shit gets real you want me on your team.”

You glanced at Abby, seeing the way she quietly gave Ellie a look of agreement. Then she looked back at you.

“Ellie can be a little volatile, but we all can to be fair. But, not everyone is cut out for leadership.” She winked at you. She fought back the urge to giggle.

“Yeah yeah” Ellie muttered, walking to stand on your other side.

“Well I think you both were amazing. It was incredible, really. I haven’t followed sports much but it was fun watching you guys.”

You look between them as you speak, grinning and trying not to faint as they both crowded around you.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“What classes are you taking?”

Both voices asked at the same time. You laughed.

“Uh-”

“There you are, I was getting worried that you’d gotten roofied or something.” Your friend came into the room, looking like she was scared half to death.

“Oh shit, yeah. I’m sorry! I was here getting my drink and I started chatting. This is Ellie and Abby, guys this is my best friend.”

“Hey.” Ellie greeted.

“Nice to meet you.” Abby gave a small nod.

“Yeah, same here. I hate to break up the party but I’m gonna steal my girl back.”

You took her hand, turning as you left to wave goodbye.

“It was great talking to you guys. Good luck at the finals next week.”

“I’ll save you a seat gorgeous.” Ellie gave you a mock salute, which Abby swatted down with a scowl.

You laughed as the pair began bickering, making your way back to the dance floor.

“Can I ask what the hell is going on between you three?” Your friend asks as you walk away from the kitchen.

“I think they both wanna fuck me.”

The two of you burst out laughing. Alcohol and adrenaline making you feel loose and bubbly.

“Holy shit. Good luck choosing between the two of them, goddamn.”

You shook your head. That would be a hard decision. But as you looked back at the house, you thought that maybe you wouldn’t have to choose at all.

Next Chapter

[yurimaxer]

Idc what anyone says about caitvi, we got to have a canon butch/femme couple with a happy ending in a critically acclaimed series with beautiful animation, and we got to see them fuck nasty for 2 minutes. We literally won.

[trevor4ever]

[taoisms]

+18, mdni; vi x brothel worker!reader; face riding, r-receiving, vi being pampered as she so rightly deserves

the first time she cups your cheek, it is with a hesitancy that spoke of her years in prison, her hands shaking as if they were unsure of their own strength. still, you'd pressed your cheek against the hardened calluses in her palms, turned your face just enough to push your lips against the trembling tips of her fingers.

"it's okay..." you whisper, leaning back and drawing her forward in one, smooth, continuous motion, "you won't break me."

vi lets out a sound caught halfway between a scoff and a half, but the straight cut of her shoulders softens, and the scar on her upper lip stretches along with her smile.

"yeah, right."

she sounds unconvinced.

you sigh, rolling your eyes, before pushing up and tightening your thighs around her hips, rolling till you're saddled on top of her, a light palm resting at her sternum, your dark gaze meeting hers -- the cut of night against her sliver of pre-dawn gray.

"well shit, princess --" she puffs out, letting her head fall back onto your pillows, a breathy laugh kicking from her chest as she slings her free arm across her eyes, her whole body softening beneath you.

and like this, in the cast-neon glow of the city outside your unshuttered windows, she looks less like the battle-hardened enforcer, and more like -- well -- like her. like a woman whose spent so long honing the edges of herself into the shape of a blade that she'd forgotten she could be anything else.

"hey," you say, rolling your hips down over hers, drawing out a shocked gasp, "look at me," you say, repeating the motion, only to earn a half-bitten moan as vi's brows furrow and she glances down at where you're perched over her hips, thighs locked around her body.

you cock your head, "eyes up here, soldier."

your voice dips low. vi sighs, her eyes flicking up to meet you, and you spot, with a point of heated satisfaction, the color blooming in her cheeks.

it's late -- but then again, neither of you are strangers to the witching hours.

"y-you -- ah, shit -- you shouldn't keep -- doing this --" vi's chin tips up as she forces back a whine even as the shape of it curls around the tenor of her words.

you trail your fingers along her front till you're teasing at the hem of her shirt, inching it further and further up till she huffs and tears it from her torso in one fluid, inpatient motion. you chew back a giggle, watching as she struggles out of her ill-fitted chest bindings.

"y'know, those can really hurt if you don't do them correctly."

vi levels you with a venomous glare. you shrug, dropping the subject as you reach down to guide her hand to the delicate bow tied at your throat, the only thing keeping the sheer, gauzy film of cloth covering your torso above your satin lingerie set.

"yeah?" she asks, cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow, her pupils blown wide as she gives the ribbon a single, decisive tug. you gasp as the effervescent material falls away, "and are you gonna show me how it's done, princess?"

you lean forward, slow, your voice humming through your chest to hers, "sure... if you want me to."

vi purses her lips, the faint pink of her tongue flashing out as she wets the slightly cracked surface.

"sweet fuck --" she swears, letting her head thunk back against your satin-lined pillows, "why'dyou keep doing this -- 's not like i can afford --"

you tut, pressing a finger to her lips, "ah-ah... no money-talk in bed, remember?" you ask, lightly, almost playfully, glaring down at her till she softens again.

after a brief moment that stretches much longer than it should have, vi quirks another glance at you, "babette's gonna be pissed."

you roll your eyes, hard and proper this time, sitting up far enough for you to regard vi down the bridge of your nose.

"babette," you say, your voice petulant as it is condescending, "can be pissed at whatever she wants -- i'll still be here in the morning."

vi laughs, running her palms absently along your thighs. it's always startled you, how casual and tender her touch can be. her thumb traces along the lace trim of your silk stockings.

you let yourself admire her, the angular cut of her jaw, the faint scatter of freckles across her nose, the slight twist of her lips, the puckered skin around her piercings.

"vi?"

"hm?" her eyes take a moment to catch you, as if her gaze had been carried off somewhere too far away to focus at just a moment's notice.

you lean forward, let your hair waterfall around your face and hers, your lips ghosting over her mouth -- close enough for you to taste the whiskey on her breath.

"kiss me," you say.

vi chuckles; there's the faintest twitch of her head as she considers you for the split second before she tugs you down to grant your wish.

her lips are chapped, but her mouth is warm and wanting. her kiss a hungry, demanding thing, her hands pushing through your hair, her fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, your waist, trailing long the rounded vertebrae of your spine till you soften into whatever shape she'd bend you into.

you whine into her mouth, nip at the way she gasps, her lips falling open and plaint even as she twists the pair of you to pin you beneath her. her brows furrow as she pulls away, her eyes a pair of over-bright, marbles as they roam, glazed and shining over the planes and secrets of your face.

you lick your lips, your smile sharp and hungry as the scimitar moon --

"sit on my face."

vi's breath stutters, "w-what?"

you roll your eyes; time's already short and the dull ache between your thighs tells you that you're in no mood to play coy tonight. you run your fingers along the corded muscles of her thighs, digging your thumbs into the thick waistband of her pants.

"did i stutter?" you ask, petulant and spoiled, your voice thorn-pricked with want. vi blinks down at you, wide-eyed and pink-cheeked as any shy virgin you've ever seen, though you're certain she's nothing of the sort. you'd seen to that, months and months and months ago.

you lick your lips and pinch at the tender butterfly of her hipbones. her thighs contract deliciously around you as you enunciate, with almost a mocking directness --

"sit. on. my. face."

"what --"

"oh my god --" you tug at her pants, succeeding in dragging them halfway down her hips before she yelps, toppling back, barely catching herself on unsteady palms. you sit up, now no longer pinned beneath her.

"you're infuriating, y'know that?" you ask, reaching forward to unzip the front of her pants, but her hand catches yours, her fingers wreathed around your wrist as she tugs you forward.

"don't --" she says, in a voice that's just on the other side of jagged, "don't tease me --"

she tries to kiss you again, but you only sink your teeth into her bottom lip, hard enough to taste the tangy metallic of blood. she pulls away, startled.

you swipe a thumb along your bottom lip and smirk at the dark smear of red.

"i wasn't fucking teasing, violet."

and you think it's this, this, more than anything, that sets her ablaze. because the next second, you're being shoved back onto the mattress, one of her hands carding roughly through your hair, the other fumbling with her pants. you almost laugh as she struggles to kick them off the side of the bed, before she's hissing, her hot cunt meeting your lips, the taste of her bittersweet on your tongue.

you moan then, long and hard and solid. and you revel in the way she shudders above you.

"sweet fuck --" she groans as she rolls her hips down over your mouth, her brows furrowing just the way you like. you'd spent the past three weeks (or perhaps forever) mapping the peaks and divots of her pleasure carefully across her face, like a cartographer might her favorite stretch of misty, endless mountains.

you keen in response, urging her on as her breath catches, her eyes slitting open just enough to see you caught beneath her powerful thighs, your fingers curling around her, forefingers rubbing soothing little circles into the butterfly wings of her hipbones.

"s-so fuckin' good f'me -- hm? yeah -- that's what you like, isn't it?"

and she can't help but to run her mouth, even on the nights when your roles were switched and it as her trapped beneath the weight of you, rocking over your lips, riding her face hard enough for her chest to burn with the lack of oxygen. even then, she hadn't been able to keep quiet, keep her mouth shut -- and now, above you, it's the only thing she can do to keep her mind from unreeling sideways, babbling about all the filthy, terrible, inhumane things she might do to you, of all the different ways she's dreamt of taking and taking and taking.

you urge her on, tilting up to dig your tongue further into the slick, clenching caverns of her cunt.

you whine and grunt and hiss and moan at her behest, letting her use you, the burning ache of oxygen deprivation sizzling from your chest straight down to the bead of your clit, your own cunt clenching and wet and hungry around nothing as vi jerks herself to completion over your mouth, the dark pink hairs above her pussy slick with her arousal and your heedless devotion.

"shit, princess -- what the fuck --" she gasps, heaving herself up on trembling thighs as you suck in a long breath and lick your lips clean.

"knew you had it in you," you say, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, eyeing the residual slick with an near academic interest. vi flushes as she watches you, the high leaving her oddly boneless as she clears her throat.

"yeah, well..." she trails off, averting her eyes.

you tamp back a laugh, reach forward to cup her cheek, twisting her face back towards you, running a thumb along the plump of her bottom lip. immediately, you see the way her pupils blacken with want, the way her body bends to the will of your desire.

you smile, tugging her forward.

"that's the first time you came before i did," you say, letting go of her jaw. vi blinks, swallows. and then she draws back, scrubbing a hand along the back of her neck, her skin going a mottled maroon.

"it's not -- that's -- that's not fair --" she says, finally, after a good minute or so of sputtering. you laugh, soft and carefree as you pull her to you on your vast, silk-lined bed.

"it's not a bad thing, vi," you say, running a hand through her hair as she slowly softens into you.

"why'dyou keep on doing this? s'not like you owe me anything."

you sigh, your fingers stilling.

"you think i'm doing this because i owe you?"

"well when we --" she takes a long breath before amending, "the enforcers first raided babette's... i saw you, hiding... and i thought --" she shrugs, "for a second, that you might've... seen me too," she finishes, sheepishly.

you press your lips into a delicate, damson line.

"i did," you say, simply, "and maybe the first time i saw you back here, it might've been something like that -- i wanted to..." you wave a hand aimlessly in the air, "balance the scales, or whatever but --"

you sigh, turning back to her, reaching down to flick a single strand of hair from her athena-bright eyes.

"but then... " you breath catches on the barbed wire mess of your throat, and vi shoots you a dagger-sharp grin.

"then i kept coming back," she supplies.

you shrug a single shoulder.

"maybe. but maybe i would've gone looking for you, if you hadn't."

"hm." vi makes a soft, unconvinced noise.

you don't say anything to correct her, but you resume the gentle cadence of running your fingers through her hair. over and over and over, till her breathing slows, evening out, till the weight of her settles fully over you and you can tug the soft, silken sheets over her shoulders.

you don't sleep; you rarely do these days.

but you allow yourself to doze in her arms, the soft lulling rhythm of her breaths rocking you into a place almost like sleep, till the dawn crests over the horizon, and vi inevitably jerks awake.

she shakes her head, looking punchdrunk and dreary.

"shit -- i gotta --" she rummages around the darkness over the side of the bed for her uniform pants, "gotta go," she says, tugging them on, the blood-red of the rising sun spilling over the horizon like freshly drawn blood.

"alright," you say, with a valiant effort to keep your voice light; you're not entirely sure you succeed.

"i'll uh --" she turns halfway, not fully facing you, but not facing away either.

you sink deeper into the tangle of soft, body-warm sheets.

"come back soon," you say, as if bidding off a lover.

vi bites her lips, her eyes fractaled by the early-morning light.

"yeah. sure. soon." she says the words like they taste foreign on her tongue.

it's a familiar dance. one that you and her have done a hundred and one times before.

"send the sheriff my love," you call after her, a final, vindictive jab.

vi pauses by the door, her shoulder sagging.

"y-yeah. i uh -- i will," she says, before pulling the door closed gently behind her.

you slump back into your fortress of pillows, freshly laundered from the night before. out beyond the windows, the early morning sun has drenched the entire city in gold, gilding the streets in such an ethereal light that outsiders just might think the streets were paved with it.

you tug the sheets up to your chin and flip onto your side. there's a hollow, empty ache that curls up from your thighs into the bed of your stomach.

that is until you see a tiny slip of paper tucked beneath the wine glass you'd set there the night before, and the hasty scrawl you'd long-since come to associate with a certain wayward enforcer.

tomorrow night. jericho's. it'll be a date.

and then, in a trailing, nearly illegible hand, a word tacked onto the end of the note like a prayer --

please?

you swallow back a laugh, snuggle further into your sheets, and close your eyes. thinking of nothing, but the night to come.

[bigflooparh]

If the belly doesnt hit before the strap, theyre not the butch for you.

Except Caitlyn is a size a queen so the strap definitely hits before the belly

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[dumblilb]

She’s a….. she’s a fucking munch. I’m quivering.

[drizzledrawings]

Sisters make me so sad

[kiyara-blues5999]

More caitvi smut🥵

Sign a petition for those who wanna see the full picture🌶

[judilyart]

i love dessert 🍒

[butchfemmethoughts]

“strap-ons are heteronormative” try telling that to me and all the other butches and femmes who go outside.

[dellscape]

a man could never lay pipe the way i do

[sapphling]

pawing at you for attention maturely and in such a way as to command your respect

[0migott]

Im so obssessed with drawing vi’s back ♥️

[sheepstomach]

the caitvi rain scene if it was up to me

still debating if i should post any caitvi on twitter or not, they’re mean over there lol

anyways, everyone go listen to the 2015 paisley park remaster of purple rain at the 5 min. mark when you look at this

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Yours, Mine, Ours

reader spends more time with Abby and Ellie in the apartment… who knows if they’ll ever leave?

cw: more smut lol, threesome, some fluff and aftercare, hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, kink exploration (ellie & reader), dom abby, degradation kink (abby to ellie)

18+ men & minors dni

Chapter Seven

You woke up covered in a blanket. Your body was pleasantly warm and heavy from the best sleep you’d had in weeks.

Soft voices whispered somewhere close by.

“You’re seriously complaining already?”

Abby.

“I’m not complaining, I would just prefer if you didn’t tell me what to do.”

And Ellie.

“Well I didn’t hear you protesting when you were the one getting her off. And you should be grateful I let you.”

You smiled to yourself, eyes still closed.

“Oh please. As if you could stop me.”

Silence. A few heavy foot steps.

“I know how much you hate the way your body responds to me. You try to fight it, I see you trying right now, but you like it. You like me. Especially when I’m telling you what to do.”

Abby’s voice was a lethal weapon. The conviction of her words made you shiver, even though they weren’t yours to hear. You could only image the look on Ellie’s face.

“Fuck you.” You heard, but it sounded hollow.

“You wanna?” Abby countered.

The silence sat heavy in the room. You slowly turned your head in the direction of their voices, cracking one eye open. They were standing my the kitchen island. Less than an inch of space between them. Abby was smirking down at Ellie, who was shifting on her feet… but not walking away. Not moving to put any space between them.

Your chest tightened.

“What do you think princess?” Abby suddenly addressed you in a louder voice. Eyes meeting yours in an instant. “You think she wants me?”

Ellie snaps her head backwards, face bright red. She almost looks embarrassed.

You sit up, wrapping the blanket around your still naked body. Wet heat pools between your legs again at the sight of them. You nod at Ellie, giving her a bit of comfort. You try to say with your eyes that it’s okay, she can want this, you want her to want this.

“Look at me.” Abby held Ellie by the chin, forcing her face back around. You held your breath. “Do you want this?”

Ellie nodded. Abby shook her head. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yeah.” Ellie spat the word, like she couldn’t believe she was being forced to say this out loud.

“Yeah what?” Abby teased, the hand now moving from her chin to her cheek.

“Yeah, I want this- you- whatever.”

Before you could blink, Abby was on her. Mouth open, tongue out, pressed impossibly close against Ellie. Ellie, who moaned. Loud. Her hands flew up to grip Abby’s shoulders. You watched, awestruck as their bodies melted together. Abby wrapped her arms around Ellie, pulling her in, while Ellie seemed determined to drown in Abby’s kiss. Her own tongue slipped out to taste Abby’s lips, to bite at her mouth before sliding back inside. You whimpered quietly, rubbing your thighs together.

You felt yourself stand up as if in a trance, the blanket falling away from your shoulders as you walked towards them. Ellie has her back to you, and you slowly move to kiss along the nape of her neck, teasing the hem of her shirt lightly. You look over her shoulder and see Abby has noticed your presence. She smiles at you, pleased. You smile back.

“Can I take this off baby?” You coo against Ellie’s neck, lifting her shirt a little higher.

“Uh huh, yeah sure..” She replies, lifting her arms for you.

As soon as the material is tossed away, you watch Abby reach for Ellie’s chest. The curves of her breasts are covered in goosebumps under the cool air. Abby pinches at the already hard nipples, making Ellie gasp and squirm between you.

“Hmm, cute.” Abby says, before dipping her head to suck one into her mouth.

Ellie tips her head back, resting it on your shoulder, moaning loud and low as Abby plays with her. You bite your lip, loving the way Ellie moves against you. Carefully, you trace your hand down to her waistband, pushing under it to tease her clit.

“Ahh, fffuck you guys.” Ellie whines.

“Does it feel good when we touch you?” You whisper into her ear, licking it when your fingers start to circle her.

“Just look at her face.” Abby chuckles before licking around Ellie’s other nipple.

You turn your head to see her better. Her eyes are closed, eyebrows pinched, mouth wide and panting. You moan at the sight of her. You move your fingers in tighter, harder circles.

“Oh god, fuck me, baby..”

"Yeah? Like that?" You bite into the curve of her neck, holding tighter as she bucks into your hand.

"Make her cum princess, get her nice and wet for me." Abby practically growls, moving to kneel in front of Ellie. She pushes the fabric of her pants down, teasing one finger through her slit.

Ellie yelps and you feel yourself get wetter at the sound. Slowly at first, then faster, Abby pumps her fingers into Ellie, making her curse and twitch under you.

"Fuck Ellie, you really are kind of a loser aren't you? Getting this wet already? I mean I knew you were easy but this is pathetic." Abby smirks up as she fucks into Ellie harder.

"I'm n-not, don't say-ahhhhh!" Ellie cuts her own protests short as she gets closer to falling apart.

Something primal takes hold of you as you watch her. The urge to act on the power you have over Ellie in this moment makes you feel sexy and dangerous. You use the hand that isn’t soaked in her cunt to pull her hair. Hard.

Ellie hisses at the sting.

“Oh, does that hurt?” You ask without any real sympathy.

Ellie nods, as much as you’ll allow her to.

“You can be rough baby, she can take it.” Abby laughs softly, her fingers moving with brutal intensity.

“You guys are gonna- I’m gonna-“ Ellie babbles in between moans and curses.

It might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Or heard. For felt.

Her clit pulses hard and you know she’d done. As her body goes rigid against you, you can see she’s holding her breath. You can hear the wet thwack of Abby’s fingers as Ellie gushes around her.

Ellie is silent for long seconds as you and Abby both take her through her orgasm and into overstimulation. Her body trembles between you, before suddenly jerking up. She cries out, a choked sob leaving her throat as she tries to twist away from your touch.

“Shhh, okay,” You gently take the pressure off her, placing tiny kisses along her throat as she nearly collapses back against you.

Abby pulls her fingers out, standing straight. She offers you her digits, coated in Ellie’s slick and cum. You open your mouth to receive them, enjoying the heady taste of her on your tongue.

Ellie whimpers at the sight, her heavy lidded eyes shining as she looks between you and Abby.

“You need anything baby?” You ask her, soothing her scalp after the rough grip you had on her just moments ago.

“Lie down” was all she could murmur, as she turned herself around in your arms to hold you close. You move with her, trying to stay balanced as Ellie’s legs barely hold her up before flopping onto the couch.

You move to settle on top of her, cuddling into her as she sighs and kisses your forehead.

“You’re not going to sleep already are you?” Abby rounds the side of the couch and rubs her hands up your naked back.

“No, but I think she needs a break.” You giggle at the sight of Ellie: dazed and blissed out.

“That’s fine,” Abby kisses along your shoulder, up to your ear, “she can watch.”

You groan, the pulsing in your core responding to her words. Abby’s hand finds your slit with careful fingers. You brace yourself against the armrest of the couch, still facing Ellie, who now seems wide awake. She reaches up to cup your breasts, running her calloused thumbs over your nipples. Abby teases at your clit, mimicking Ellie’s actions. You shudder, throwing your head back, losing yourself to the moment.

“You’re so beautiful.” Ellie whispers to you, grabbing at your tits harder. You feel her breath ghost across your skin before her wet mouth finds you.

“She’s perfect.” Abby speaks from behind you. Her fingers slide up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around.

“Please-” You gasp, rocking your hips back.

Abby holds your hip in a steel grip, keeping you still.

Her fingers tease your entrance for another second before fucking into you. You can feel every inch of her, the friction of her digits inside you making your breath hitch.

“Yes! Uh- don’t stop Abby.”

Ellie moans around your nipple, grazing her teeth over it. You jolt into her, seeing stars.

“You like that?” Ellie looks up at you, licking across your chest before latching onto your other tit.

Abby curls her fingers inside you finding your g-spot at the same time that Ellie pinches your nipples, hard.

You feel your body arch, pulled between the two sensations. Heat floods through you as you move, but Abby holds you firm again.

“Don’t move princess. Just take it.” Abby’s voice is rough with effort as she fucks into you, deeper and deeper.

You want to writhe in their arms and squirm with pleasure, but you don’t. You obey, keeping still. You let yourself fall into the feeling of being taken. Used. Owned.

“Good girl. There she is.” Abby praises.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna cum for us huh?” Ellie nibbles at your breast, holding tighter as you spin out of control.

The tension in your body climbs and climbs until it becomes too much and finally snaps. You can’t help the way your body curves as you cum, pressing harder into Abby’s hand as she fucks you thought it. Your head spins as the pleasure begins to disparate, you whine as your body goes limp against Ellie.

“Aren’t you two cute.” Abby chuckles, once again kissing up your spine to the back of your neck.

Ellie hums against your temple, opening her arms for you to settle down.

You sigh, happily. “Okay, now I need a nap.”

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reader, Abby and Ellie sit down and have a very important conversation, decisions are made

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Chapter Six

You were frustrated, and it showed. Your usual calm demeanour was replaced by a snappy, irritating tone. It made you feel awful, but you couldn’t help it.

Turns out being edged by two hot women on two different occasions with no release in sight, brings out the worst in you.

Today that would be resolved. Hopefully.

You had sent both Abby and Ellie a message to meet you at your campus cafe. You’d gotten a latte in an attempt to soothe your nerves. The notes app on your phone was open as you read over what you planned to say. This would either be the best or worst decision you ever made.

Abby showed up first. The bell chimes with her arrival, you look up to catch her spot you at the table.

“Hey sweetheart.” She shuffles into the corner booth beside you. One arm thrown casually over the back of your seat, the other resting on the table.

“Hello.” The word came out strange, too formal. You cleared your throat. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Of course. What did you want to talk about?” Abby tilts her head at you, her eyes searching your face.

“We should uh, wait for Ellie to get here.”

“Ellie?”

You wince at her tone.

“Yes. I need to talk to you both. I figured doing it at the same time would make it easier.”

Abby doesn’t say anything, just settles quietly into the booth beside you. You sneak a peek at her face. She looks calm. But you can see her fingers toying with a loose thread on her shirt.

Another few seconds later and Ellie finally appears. She finds you and smiles. Then she finds Abby. Her look of pure annoyance almost makes you smile. She sits in the chair across from you with a loud sigh.

“What’s she doing here?” Ellie skips the pleasantries, glancing from you to the pensive woman beside you.

“Ellie, I’m glad you’re here. I, um, wanted to talk with you both about something.” You start, opening your notes with shaky fingers.

“I have really enjoyed my time with you both, getting to know you and watching you play has been the best part of this entire year. That being said, I think it’s time we all talk about the elephant in the room.”

You look up from your phone at them. Abby’s expression hasn’t changed. Ellie looks even more confused.

“I think it’s been pretty clear since I met you, that both of you are interested in dating me. And as much as I’m flattered by that, it’s been weighing on me. I like you both, and I don’t want to be the cause of any rift in your relationship. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you not to be honest. So here it is: I…”

The words stare at you from the screen. You open your mouth to say them, to make your silly, outrageous request; but you feel like your throat is blocked.

“I would, uh, I think that.. if you both would like, if uh..”

“You want to see us both.” Abby finishes for you. Not like a question, like she knows this is what you want.

Your face gets hot. You nod, shrug a little, as if it’s not a big deal. “Kind of.. I mean…”

“Hang on. Do you mean you wanna see us at the same time? Or do you wanna date us?” Ellie raises her eyebrows at you.

This is a nightmare. You want nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.

Once again, Abby saves you from answering yourself.

“She wants us both to be her partners. She’s a greedy little thing.”

You blush even harder, hands flying up to hide your face. You don’t correct her, because you can’t.

There’s a moment of complete silence. You don’t dare look at either of them, expecting disgust, disappointment, betrayal.

Then Abby’s voice breaks the silence. “I would.”

The words hit you. You almost don’t believe you heard them. But she speaks again.

“I mean, if that’s what you want princess, I guess I could learn to share.”

Your heart beats like a wild horse against your rib cage. You hear Ellie sigh.

“Shit. I don’t think I can say no to you babe. And you already know I’m not gonna let Anderson have you all to herself. Not if you want me too.”

“I do.” You whisper from behind your hands.

“Fuck it. I’m in.” Ellie speaks.

You finally chance looking at them. Ellie looks amused and ever so slightly excited. Abby looks impassive. But you sense there are a million thoughts running through her head.

“Wow. I’m shocked. I..”

“Just say thank you babe.” Ellie winks at you.

“Since we’re here I think we should talk about boundaries.” Abby cuts in.

“Well, I think we should figure out if we all have c-chemistry I think.” Your throat is dry and you gulp some of your latte.

Abby gives Ellie a pointed look before speaking again, “Now that we’re on the subject, there’s something Ellie and I should tell you.”

“We don’t need to-” Ellie starts.

“We do.” Abby interrupts, turning to face you.

You look between them for another minute. “Tell me what?”

“Ellie and I hooked up once.”

Your jaw hits the floor.

“You, you’ve..” You stammer, trying to process this revelation.

“It was only one time.” Ellie mumbles, arms crossed.

“Well.. twice.” Abby corrects with a smirk. “But just that one night.”

You sit there, stunned, trying to picture it.

Your body gets hot. Very hot.

“Why only that one time?” You can’t help but wonder.

“We were drinking. It was a weird moment. We could barely look at each other after. Shit was weird.” Ellie shifts uncomfortably in her seat, looking anywhere but at you or Abby.

“Yeah, we just agreed to not talk about it again.” Abby shrugs at you.

“Wow.” It’s all you can say.

Until..

“Would you ever.. try it again?” You chew on your bottom lip.

Neither of them speaks for a moment. They look at each other, a silent conversation unfolds between them and you don’t catch any of it.

Ellie sighs again. Abby licks her lips.

“Maybe. If you’re there too.” Abby says.

“Oh absolutely. I’ll watch.” You say it as a joke, but then you actually imagine it. Its hard to think about anything else after that.

“That’s not exactly what we mean.” Abby chuckles.

“What do you mean then?”

“Listen, I’ve got a class or whatever so I gotta..”

Ellie’s already standing before she finishes her sentence, still not really looking at you.

“Fine. We can all meet tomorrow night at my place and talk more. We have a lot to figure out.”

“Sure yeah.” Ellie says, meeting your eyes finally and giving you a half smile before walking out the door.

“Is that okay with you?” Abby asks gently from beside you.

You nod, worried about Ellie. Is this too much for her? It definitely came as a surprise.. maybe she’s only saying yes to please you.

“She’s fine. Ellie has a hard time processing desires she doesn’t understand, she’s just nervous.”

“Because she doesn’t want this?” You ask.

“Because she does.” Abby corrects.

You want that to be true. “How do you know?”

“I wasn’t drinking that much the night we hooked up. I remember what she’s like.” Abby looks down at you with a knowing smile.

“Okay.” It’s all you can think to say.

“Lemme walk you back.” Abby steps out of the booth and waits for you.

The walk back is quiet. Each of you caught up in your own thoughts. Abby doesn’t reach for your hand this time, and you’re surprised by how much that bothers you. You hold your breath, grabbing her hand and intertwining your fingers. You’re met immediately with the comfort of her palm squeezing yours. Relief floods your system.

Maybe you guys can figure this out after all.

“You sneaky bitch!” Your friend screams at you over the phone.

“We’re talking everything through tomorrow.” You ignore her comment, needing to get everything out.

“What’s to talk about? Just get naked and get it on.” She scoffs.

“I think Abby wants more structure than that.” You think about her face, wondering what she had in mind. What kind of boundaries does she need?

“Why am I not surprised. But I guess it’s a good idea, have you thought about what you’re gonna say?”

Her question makes you pause.

“I didn’t think past asking them and hoping they didn’t hate me.”

Now that you have the space to, your mind drifts to the possible ways your relationship can change. Some of them were scary, and some were so exciting to you it was momentarily hard to breathe.

“You think Abby is secretly a freak?” Your friend’s question breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Definitely.” You respond automatically.

“I thought so. People like that always are. Promise to tell me what you guys talk about, I’m dying to know.”

“I can’t promise you that.. it might be, ya know, private. They probably don’t want everyone to know what they’re into.”

“Fine, but then you owe me a date. Don’t get caught up in your new girlfriends and forget about me.”

You smile to yourself, “Done.”

You’ve been distracted all day.

It’s hard to focus on any of your classes when you know what tonight will bring. At least what you hope it will bring.

After all the talking is done. When everyone is finally on the same page. You may be able to relieve the pressure of being edged, twice.

You get a message from Abby saying that she’ll pick you up an hour after your last class.

Sure enough, she’s right on time.

The drive is short, her off campus apartment is nice. Comfortable, clean. You look around at the pictures she has on the fridge, some with friends, others of the team. Her and what you assume is her dad, smiling together with a dog.

“Ellie says she’ll be here in a minute.” Abby says from behind you.

You turn around, trying not to feel awkward about being in her house for the first time. Abby sits on the couch, patting the seat beside her for you to join her. You do, sitting with a bit of space between you.

“Feeling okay princess?”

“I think so. Nervous maybe.”

“Hey, look at me.” Abby scoops you closer by your waist. You look up at her. “I want this. Ellie wants this. You want this. We’re just here to talk and make sure everyone is comfortable.”

She kisses the side of your head, rubbing your back. You melt into her, exhaling deeply.

“Okay.” You let your body deflate against Abby, enjoying the way she pulls you closer.

You sit together for another minute before there’s a knock at the door.

Abby moves to open it. Ellie walks in carrying several bags of food. The smell meets you and your stomach makes a noise that would be embarrassing if they both didn’t immediately laugh.

“Had a feeling you’d be hungry babe.” Ellie smiles at you, putting the takeout on Abby’s kitchen counter.

“You were right.” You peek inside one of the bags, the smell of fried chicken making your mouth water. “Gosh, I don’t think I’ve actually eaten today.”

Two heads swing around to fix you with disapproval. You giggle at them.

“Sorry. I was just busy.” You hold your hands up in mock surrender.

“You can’t be too busy to eat baby.” Ellie chides you, opening a carton of beef and broccoli.

Abby walks over with plates and hands one to Ellie.

“Exactly. You need to take care of yourself.” Abby says, before moving to the fridge.

You watch as they pile food onto the plate before Ellie hands it to you.

“Thanks.” You take it, still watching them as they buzz around each other. Ellie apparently remembered that Abby really likes spring rolls and got her extra, though she seems determined to hog the orange chicken.

You follow Abby’s lead back to the couch. Ellie finds a place on the floor. The three of you sit, too focused on eating to be nervous about what you’re actually here for. The food is good, you sigh after every bite, savouring the flavours before shoving more into your mouth. You didn’t realize how hungry you truly were.

Once everyone has had their fill, Abby collects the plates. With nothing to distract you, a heavy tension settles in the room.

You clear your throat, waiting for someone else to speak first.

To your surprise, Ellie stands up. Abby is back on the couch beside you, and you both watch her pace.

“Okay. So, I’ve been thinking about this and I have a few rules.”

“Boundaries.” Abby says.

Ellie flashes her a dirty look. “What’s the difference?”

“You can create a boundary for what you are or aren’t comfortable with, but you can’t create rules for everyone.”

“Sure, whatever.” Ellie huffs and starts again. “I have a few boundaries about what this can look like.”

You face her, pulse hammering.

“First. I wanna have equal time with you. Like if she gets to spend time alone with you then so do I.”

“That seems fair.” You say, looking over at Abby.

“Agreed.”

“Good. I don’t wanna be left out of things that are important. Like, I dunno, like if you have a party and I can’t go.” Ellie’s tone sharpens toward the end, “Then we reschedule or something. You don’t just leave me out.”

“I can try to make that work, yeah.” Abby teases her.

“We can definitely do that Ellie.” You say, swatting at Abby’s arm.

Abby rolls her eyes at you, sitting deeper into the couch. “Anything else?”

“We don’t have sex unless we can all be there.”

The words make your face heat.

You’ve never had a threesome. And the thought of only having threesomes for the foreseeable future is..

“Or,” Abby says, “we don’t have sex unless we agree to have time together, all three of us, on another day to keep things balanced.”

“No.” Ellie scoffs.

“Come on Ellie, that doesn’t even make sense. What are the chances we’re all going to be available and in the mood at the same time, every time?”

The question is rhetorical because you all know the answer. Scheduling something like that would be near impossible.

“I-I think Abby has a point.” You give Ellie an apologetic look.

“Shit. Fine.” Ellie sighs, sitting herself dramatically down on the other side of you.

“You’ll get time alone with her this way. I know you wouldn’t want me showing you up every time Williams. That would just be embarrassing.”

“Fuck off.” Ellie flips Abby the middle finger.

“Okay guys. I’ll go next.” You sit up straighter, willing yourself not to back out of this whole thing.

“I agree with Ellie’s boundaries. I would like to add that we don’t share what we do in private with anyone else, unless we all agree.”

They both nod to you, murmuring their agreement.

“I would also say, anything um, kinky, or different, should be discussed before hand.” You ramble as you feel their eyes on you. “I mean, I’m down for some exploration and stuff, ya know, I haven’t done that much but I’m curious about a lot, I just don’t want to be surprised by something that-”

“It’s alright babe, we get that.” Ellie touches your arm, gently rubbing it as she gives you a reassuring smile.

You let your shoulders fall, leaning to rest against the couch again.

“Okay. I think that’s it.”

You and Ellie both turn to Abby now.

“Mine are pretty simple. Open communication. Honesty. Respect for each other’s boundaries and feelings. And trust.” She looks you both in the eyes. “This thing will never work if we can’t trust each other.”

“Agreed.” You hear Ellie’s voice beside you.

“Agreed.” Your own voice is steadier than you expect.

“Agreed.” Abby speaks with a finality that puts you at ease.

That’s that.

So..

“Now what?” You ask the question out loud.

There is a moment of silence.

“Whatever you want princess.” Abby responds.

You feel your pulse jump.

“I mean I don’t have anywhere else to be.” Ellie speaks.

You feel lightheaded.

“I mean, I g-guess we could uh..”

But you don’t get to finish your sentence, because you feel a warm calloused hand pull you out of your thoughts and into a kiss. You know it’s Abby just by the smell. Her lips are softer than you imagined, easily guiding yours as they move against you.

“Oh shit.” You register Ellie’s voice, low and thick with arousal.

Abby doesn’t break away from the kiss. She keeps you close with her hand on your cheek. It slides into the back of your head, tugging at your hair just a little. You moan into her, heat rushing through you and swirling deep in your stomach.

“Don’t be greedy Abby, goddamn.”

Abby smiles against your lips as she pulls away. With one last peck, she releases you. You don’t move, unable to fully process what just happened. But once again, it turns out needing a functioning brain is no longer necessary. Ellie turns your head for you, giving you a cute smile before leaning into another kiss.

You melt into her, the familiarity of her mouth making you a little more bold. She finds your waist, pulling you into her, then wrapping herself around you. You giggle against her, opening your mouth to offer her your tongue. She groans, licking into your mouth.

“Fuck. That’s hotter than I expected.” Abby shifts behind you. The couch rebalances after she’s stood up. You open your eyes, scared something has already happened to make her uncomfortable. She meets your gaze and shakes her head. You can see she’s sitting on the floor now, right beside you and Ellie.

“Don’t stop.” She breathes, eyes flickering from your mouth to Ellie’s.

Ellie brings your attention back to her kisses by nipping at your bottom lip. You refocus on her, letting her guide you as she lays you flat on the couch. Instinctively your legs wrap around her, pulling her in by her hips.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Ellie whispers to you in between kisses.

“You really are.” Abby says. You turn your head and find that she’s taken off her shirt. She has a on wife pleaser.

You can see the shape of her breasts underneath it, and the hardness of her nipples. You feel your own nipples get sensitive and bite back a moan.

“Help her with her dress Ellie.” Abby orders.

You lift your arms up, suddenly desperate to be out of your clothes. Ellie makes quick work of the dress, tossing it out of sight. Her eyes drink you in.

“Fuck me.” Ellie starts kissing down your chest, groping your tits and moaning into your skin. You arch up to meet her, head falling back as you feel her breath and lips and tongue chase across your body.

“Do you like the way she’s touching you baby?” Abby asks, she sounds slightly out of breath.

You nod, turning to look at her. She’s still mostly clothed, but she has a hand inside the front of her open pants. You can see her hips moving into the motion of her hand as she touches herself. The sight makes you so wet so fast you’re almost embarrassed. You gasp her name quietly, reaching out a hand towards her.

She takes it, kissing the inside of your palm. Her eyes are glazed when she looks at you.

“Do you like watching me? You like seeing what you do to me?” There’s a whine in Abby’s voice, almost like she’s pleading with you to say yes.

You do, you gasp it just as Ellie’s mouth reaches your panties.

“You’re soaked baby.” She looks up the length of your body, face red and breathless. “Can I keep these?” She snaps the elastic of your waistband.

“Such a perv.” You tease her, but lift your hips in invitation.

“No fuckin’ shit.” She wastes no time pulling the fabric down your legs, pocketing your ruined panties shamelessly.

“Let me see.” Abby looks like she’s in a trance, moving to get a better view of your now exposed pussy.

This should feel more unnatural. You should be more self conscious, scared, something. Having two eyes on you. Instead, you feel powerful. Sexy. Alive. You spread your legs wider for them, sitting up to watch them watch you.

“Oh god, you’re dripping so much for us princess.” Abby’s hand moves faster inside her pants.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” Ellie runs her hands up and down your thighs.

“Go ahead.” You hear yourself saying. “Don’t be shy.”

“Wait, take this off for me.” Abby reaches her free hand up to cup your breast, pulling the fabric of your bra away. You unhook it, allowing her to slip it down your shoulders.

“So pretty.” She starts kissing along your collar bones, hand still holding your boob.

Ellie watches for another second before ducking her head between your legs. You feel her lips kissing your inner thighs and sigh. Abby’s mouth is now pressing open mouthed kisses along the curve of your breasts. You tangle your hand in her hair, encouraging her to take your nipple into her mouth.

You lose control of your body when Ellie spreads you open with her tongue. A sharp gasp leaves you, your body twitching as she flicks at your hard clit. Abby comforts you by licking slow, wet circles around your nipples. She sucks at one at the same time that Ellie sucks at your clit. Stars burst behind your eyes.

“Holy fuck.” You curse as wave after wave of arousal and unbearable need sweeps through you from head to toe.

“Finger her Ellie.” Abby demands, still mouthing at your tits.

“Yes, please!” You gasp.

Ellie obeys immediately, slipping first one, then two fingers inside you. You moan with relief, bucking your hips now, encouraging her to move. You can feel your pussy clenching around her, driving you insane.

“You want something baby girl?” Ellie teases, kissing your thighs again.

“Yeah, yeah, please Ellie.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me”

“Good girl.” Ellie bites your inner thigh before thrusting herself in and out of you.

The way she finds your most sensitive spot almost immediately makes your head spin. You feel yourself gushing around her as she fucks into you harder.

“Ohhh yes right there, just like that Ellie!” You babble at her

Nothing in your life has ever felt this good.

Abby purrs into your ear, while her fingers toy with your nipples. “You’re such a mess for us baby. How long have you been waiting to have us both like this.. all over you, making you a cum your brains out.”

“So long, so much, I - oh ffffuck yeah!” You cut yourself off with a loud wail as Ellie fucks you at the perfect angle with her mouth on your clit.

“There you go princess, cum for Ellie, cum for me.”

Your body shakes hard. Eyes roll back into your head, mouth open in a silent scream as you cum. You cum in a way that makes it hard to breathe. Your heart beat is nearly painful as you peak and break apart, hips rolling up into Ellie’s face as she tongues at your sensitive clit.

“Good job baby, so so good for me.” Abby kisses your cheek.

“You taste so good. I could live between your thighs babe.” Ellie says while licking you clean, avoiding areas that will overstimulate you.

You focus on catching your breath, smiling as you soak in their praise. Your skin tingles from the high of the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

“Wow guys. That was, I mean..” Apparently your brain is still not working properly. Oh well. They seem to understand you anyway.

Abby takes her hand out of her pants and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth, eager.

“See what you do to me pretty girl? Taste it.”

You moan around her fingers as she slowly fucks them down your throat. The taste is heady and perfect.

“Goddamn.” Ellie crawls up your body, kissing a path to your neck. She sighs deeply, resting herself on top of you with her face tucked under your chin.

“You did so well, we’re so proud of you.” Abby murmurs, pulling her fingers out and peppering kisses along your jaw.

“Thank you.” The words slur together as exhaustion takes hold of you. The last thing you remember is feeling a kiss on your forehead before you fall into the peaceful lure of sleep.

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