𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You catfish Ellie and invite her to a party to see her misery firsthand.
𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: bully x victim, loser Ellie, bully reader, toxic yuri, top Ellie, bottom reader, high school au, catfishing, hate sex, rough sex, dacryphilia, strap-on sex, fingering, face slapping, slapping in general, degradation, dirty talk, edging, brief cunnilingus, hints of pervert Ellie
𝙖/𝙣: Reader is insanely insufferable but trust it's so that it'll be worth it.
Also posted on ao3! click here
You've tormented Ellie ever since you met her in freshman year. It started off with making her feel stupid for trying to talk to you when she sat next to you in math class, and then turning around a few days later and acting overly friendly when you needed answers. Ellie wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what you were doing, so she made a face and simply rejected you.
People never denied you what you wanted, so you vowed to make the girl's life a living hell. The next time you saw her in an elective class, you pushed her comic book off her desk, uttering a dramatized "oops!" She gasped and yelled, "what the fuck, dude?!" in response. You sarcastically apologized to her, rolling your eyes the moment the words left your mouth.
When she still sat besides you the next day, you insinuated that she had a crush on you, that she liked girls who were mean to her. She fought back and all you could do was smile condescendingly.
You continued to bully her. You'd never do anything too obvious like slipping mean notes into her locker, but you got off just fine being patronizing. You figured out her interests by the stickers she placed on her laptop, and of course, the comic you spilled onto the floor earlier. You'd say things like, "you still like dinosaurs? Are you five?" "Oh, you like space? Grow up, it's not that cool." It would get under her skin, but as the years went on she stopped being so susceptible to your antics. The best reactions you could get out of her now were mere eye rolls or frowns.
She started to get in your head your junior year. To your delight, she didn't have you blocked on social media. So, you began to stalk her page and analyze every single selfie she'd ever posted and saved to her highlights. You'd bring her up with your friends and stalk her with them too, just to have a cheap laugh at her nerdy interests.
Time and time again, you found your thumb typing in her name just to see her pictures. Now that you looked closely at her, she was remarkably pretty. Her viridescent eyes were stunning and her freckles perfectly complimented her face. The scar on her eyebrow brought a roughness to her otherwise soft face. It made you wonder what it'd be like to run your fingers over those features.
Senior year, you told your gorgeous online friend about Ellie. You didn't tell her about how you try to make her life worse everyday, but you did tell her that Ellie was your ex-girlfriend that cheated on you multiple times. That she was manipulative and evil. That you wanted to lead her on to let her know what it's like to have your emotions played with.
She agreed to help you catfish Ellie by letting you use her pictures. You created the account, lied about being from the closest school over, and followed people from that school and yours. You followed Ellie when you gained enough followers, and luckily enough, she followed back quickly. Perfect.
You didn't want to come off too strong yet, so you eased your way into Ellie's life by liking every story she posted. You doubted she cared enough to check likes on her stories, but who cares? On the off chance she does, she'll be sure to notice you.
A week after the creation of your account, you gathered the courage to reply to one of her stories. It was a languid 20 second video of her playing guitar. One of her strangely attractive hands held down the strings on one side of the instrument while the other plucked and strummed. You could hear her softly humming over the music.
This was the perfect time to finally make a move on her. You thought for a moment before swiping up and typing,
—"You have a beautiful voice"
She took a few hours to reply, and when she did, you were disappointed. All she did was say "thank you" and react to your message with the default red heart. Seriously? Why wasn't she already head over heels in love with you? What loser wasn't immediately interested in some random girl flirting with them?
Looks like you overestimated how desperate Ellie would be. She largely kept to herself and her small friend group—of course she wasn't going to start asking for nudes right off the bat. You sighed and racked your brains for what to say next. If you stopped now, the next time you reply to a story she might have the audacity to merely heart it and move on. She replied dryly, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested. Your flirtation could've easily gotten lost through transcription.
You picked your phone back up and typed out, "you're very beautiful btw," before deleting it. She might be enough of a loser to get scared off by a girl flirting with her so directly.
You stared at the screen blankly before typing,
—"How long have you been playing guitar?"
She replied a few minutes later. All she said was,
—"i started playing a few years ago. my dad taught me"
You felt thoroughly relived at her reply. You half-expected her to leave you on delivered or respond dryly once again, but she actually gave you something to work with this time. You fought back the urge to ask, "you have a dad?" and instead replied,
—"Maybe you could try teaching me too"
You sent the message with a cheeky kiss-y face attached at the end. Your flirting had to be fool-proof now. She replied,
Her attitude wouldn't deter you.
—"You could get to know me"
You found yourself giggling into your palm the moment you sent that text and halted it a second after realizing. You've never reacted like that with anyone else, not even during the brief period of time you dated Abby Anderson.
You flung your phone onto the foot of your bed. There was no way you were going to let someone like Ellie Williams have this much of an impact on you.
You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling fan's blades as you thought about what you were doing. You were trying to lead on Ellie for what exactly? You knew the answer; you wanted to use her misery for your entertainment, but did you have any ulterior motives etched deep inside your brain? You slowly reached back for your phone. Ellie responded a few minutes ago, but you dismissed the notification and turned your phone face-down on your nightstand.
You'll keep her waiting. Maybe if she's desperate enough for a girl to kiss she'll still reply.
When you passed by her in school the next day, you ignored the way her body tensed when she caught sight of you coming in her direction. Normally, it'd make you smile to know you have that effect on her, but today you kept your chin high and kept walking without a bump into her shoulder. As you walked away, you could feel the way her gaze lingered on the back of your head.
You eventually opened her message in a class you didn't share with her. She asked a simple question last night,
—"what are your hobbies?"
The message stumped you. Should you lie to her and invest yourself in acting the role of being Ellie's perfect match? Or should you make it more realistic and reveal some truths about yourself?
You supposed you could let her see some of your nerdier hobbies. You've never done anything so horrid like watching anime or any type of cartoon after reaching ten, but you do like reading. Maybe she'll be impressed that you enjoy reading classics.
—"I like reading classics sometimes
Prefer reading gothic novels"
She replied a few hours later, sometime after school. You almost grinned when you saw the notification.
—"i know about it
it's the one with the lesbian vampire right"
—"Omg yes
Funny how people remember it that way when it was written to warn girls about being gay"
—"if i lived back then i think it would've encouraged me instead"
You had to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from laughing at her response. She actually wasn't bad to talk to. Her texts inexplicably carried some sort of attractive aura within them. It's a wonder she's never had a girlfriend before. At that thought, you slapped both your cheeks and reminded yourself how much of a loser Ellie is.
You two had conversations like this for weeks. You sacrificed hours of sleep for the ability to text Ellie late into the night, even if you had school early in the morning. At one point, she called and you had to fight to keep your voice a lower pitch than usual. Fortunately, it was late and you were falling asleep, so your voice naturally deepened in your groggy state.
She started asking to meet up, claiming it was ridiculous that you've been talking for almost a month without meeting each other in person yet. You knew she wanted something easygoing and personal like a date, but you panicked when she brought up the topic. You knew it was a matter of time before she started to get desperate to see you.
It'd be suspicious if you said no, so you checked your calendar and noticed you had one of Owen's house parties coming up the next week. You sighed and thanked the heavens above for such convenient timing for a party. It'd be discrete enough for you to stay hidden while watching Ellie's anguish at being stood up.
The day of the party, you showed up 30 minutes late. Ellie had already notified you of her arrival, all that was left was to look for her and observe her waiting for a person who will never come. You didn't want Ellie to invade your mind the whole time, so you sought out your friends. They saw you approaching them and waved.
Abby was the first to offer you a shot of tequila. You eagerly agreed and tilted your head to let her spill the glass' contents into your mouth. Nora, Mel, and Manny cheered for the moment, yet they were almost drowned out by the bass reverberating along the walls. You wanted to stay with them, but you wanted to see Ellie more. You excused yourself to the bathroom to start your pursuit of Ellie Williams.
You walked in the direction of the bathroom to avoid any suspicions, but you deviated from the path to find Ellie. Your eyes surveyed the crowds in each room, but you couldn't find her between all the bodies.
You thought about Ellie and all her mannerisms you've picked up over the years. She'd be among the stragglers standing in corners or in the hallways.
A sudden force nearly crashed into your body. Funnily enough, it was just the person you wanted to see. The alcohol contained in the thin plastic red cup she held almost splashed onto your low-cut camisole.
"So sorry," her eyes flickered up to you and immediately widened when she realized who she bumped into. The muscles in your face almost twitched upwards at how easy she made it to make fun of her.
"Watch where you're going, loser. Why are you even here?" You could barely contain the smugness in your voice.
Her expression returned to its neutrality. "I was invited. Why else would I come here?"
You bit your tongue as you struggled to hold back the laughter threatening to overcome you any second now. You released it and smiled condescendingly. "Who invited you? They should know you probably wish you were at home reading manga or something."
Ellie swallowed back all the insults she wanted to hurl at you. "Daniela invited me."
The skin on your forehead wrinkled in feigned confusion. "Who the fuck is Daniela?"
"This girl from the next school over," Ellie mumbled.
You pointed to your ear. "Huh? The music's loud, I can't hear you!" You heard her perfectly.
Ellie raised her voice and repeated herself.
You couldn't contain yourself this time and burst out laughing at her exclamation. "Right! If you wanted to crash you could've just said so."
She took a step back from you, looking straight down. "Whatever."
"So…" You smiled at her. "Is she your girlfriend or something?"
She perked up at the question. "Not really."
Poor Ellie made it too easy to tease her. The way she blushed when you asked that question said everything. She'd fallen right into your trap.
"Not really? So that means you've been flirting with each other. What kind of girl would be into you?" you taunted. "She must be just as much of a loser."
"Can you shut up for once in your life?" She took a sip of the alcohol withheld in her shiny plastic cup.
You looked around meaninglessly, as if to check if you heard that right with a group of friends. Ellie's attitude from your first years of high school was finally coming back. You missed it.
You attempted to diffuse your embarrassment by snickering. "No, I can't, Ellie. I like talking to you."
"Well, I wish you didn't."
"Aw, Ellie… Don't be that way." You dragged out your words. "I just like teasing you. It's all in good fun."
Ellie rolled her eyes all the way to the back of her head and pulled her phone out of her pocket to begin typing with her right hand.
You clicked your tongue at her departed attention before wrapping your fingers around the phone and looking at the bright screen. She reached for you, but you avoided all her attempts at getting it back.
"This is her?" You held up a projection of the fake profile you created. You had to applaud yourself—it really did look like a real account. "I've never seen her before. She's really pretty, though. It's surprising she decided to go for you. You'll probably end up scaring her away anyway."
"Give that back!" Ellie reached for your arm. You rapidly held the phone away from her reach and started to run down the hallway with it. Ellie chased after you, cursing under her breath.
"Gonna lock myself in the bathroom and break up with her!" You looked back at her, an abhorrent grin plastered on your face.
You two surfed through waves of people on the way of the bathroom. Nora saw you smirking as you excused yourself through the crowd, pointing you out to the rest of your group.
You dashed into the empty bathroom, nearly crashing into the glass panes shielding the shower. The smell of lemon scented air freshener engulfed your nostrils as you breathed in deeply, leaning on and holding onto the marble counter behind you. You nudged the door closed with your foot, ensuring to leave it slightly ajar.
Ellie slammed into the wooden door shortly after. You held the phone out towards her, and she rapidly seized it from you. Though you could still feel the bass vibrating through the walls, the small space surrounding yourselves quieted the music so much that she could hear you say, "chill."
"Well, that was fun," you breathed out.
She glared at you and caught her breath.
She resumed typing in and sending her previous sentence. The moment she clicked send, your phone vibrated in your back pocket.
You instinctively reached for your device, and to your annoyance, Ellie snatched it out of your hand the minute it saw the light. You groaned before reaching for it, but she held it out of your reach, above her head.
All the built up smiles gained from bullying Ellie faded. You despised it when people took your stuff.
"Give it back, Ellie, I'm serious." Your voice lost its high-pitched mocking tone and returned to its natural state.
"I was serious too." Ellie slightly smirked.
"Well, sorry, I guess. Just give it back."
Ellie fully smiled for the first time this evening. It was a sight for sore eyes. "I don't think I will."
As she held your phone above her head, she angled it so that she could take a nice, long look at the screen. Just as quickly as that beautiful smile came, it dropped.
Her voice lowered. "What the fuck is this?"
"What? Ellie, just give me the phone back."
Your eye twitched and you exasperatedly exhaled, "why not?"
Suddenly, your eyes were blinded by the sight of your screen an inch away from your face. You closed your eyes, inching your head back from it. When you opened them, a notification from Ellie stared back at you. It came from your fake profile.
You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't drop.
All you could do now was play dumb. "What?" You seized the opportunity to snatch your phone back from her hands.
"Stop playing dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"I don't." Your eyes reached hers. Though you've made eye contact with her several times before, this is the first time you've seen such a fire blazing in hers.
Ellie's frustration with you began to lace her once soothing voice. "What is wrong with you? What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Her eyebrows kneaded her face.
You decided that continuing to be oblivious would be boring. Ellie was already giving you an amazing show, and you wanted to give her more to work with.
"Honestly, I don't remember." Confidence returned to your demeanor.
Your head bowed in artificial solemn. Ellie leaned against the wall in disbelief while you looked at your phone to check for any notifications from your friends. They must be wondering where you are.
"Put that shit down, I'm talking to you." Ellie's stern command cut through your nonchalance. At your refusal, she slapped your phone out of your hands and onto the tiled floor.
"Hey!" You dropped down on your knees to pick up your phone and searched for any cracks.
"Shut up. Why'd you do it?"
You leaned back against the sink, looking away from her as if to think about a response before shrugging. "I don't know. I was bored in my room one day."
Ellie tightly knit her eyes closed and exhaled. "I hate you so fucking much."
"I'd be really disappointed if you didn't."
Her fingers reached towards the doorknob and turned the lock until it gently clicked. At the realization of being trapped alone with her in a small room, your heartbeat sped up in your chest. If the music were a decibel quieter, you don't doubt she'd be able to hear its thumps.
"Finally had enough, Ellie?"
She slowly stepped towards you, trapping you between the cold sink and her warm body. Her silence sent chills traveling from your spinal cord to each of your nerve endings. She looked into your eyes, her gaze filled to the brim with hatred and jagged attraction, and leaned in.
At first, her lips gently pressed against yours, unsure of themselves, but her sweetness vanished the moment you began to kiss her back. She shoved your body further backwards with hers as she roughly kissed you. Her right thigh unconsciously slotted itself between your legs, so you couldn't escape her. Not that you wanted to, anyway.
She couldn't keep her hands to herself as she pulled away to look at your swollen lips. Her rough hand caressed your cheek and her thumb grazed your lower lip. Her other hand hesitantly lowered itself and found its home on your waist.
"What?" You paused her shameless admiration. "Are you getting shy on me now?"
Ellie shut you back up. She confidently licked your bottom lip, pushing her tongue into your waiting mouth when you allowed her to. Your tongues moved in sync with each other—you couldn't help but forget to breathe. Even then, you refused to pull away from the intense kiss until she did. You panted out and found solace in holding her shoulders. She held your waist tightly, acting as a lifeline in your dizziness.
Your mind searched for any meaningless insults to hurl at Ellie, but it came empty. To your dismay, Ellie was an amazing kisser. There was nothing to say about her performance save for the heat that made you want to clamp your thighs around her.
Ellie's low voice cut off your thoughts. "You're such a whore that you'd make out with someone you bullied for years."
You scoffed, subtly licking your lips. "You're one to talk. I knew you were into girls that are mean to you."
She almost smirked and leaned back into you, though this time, she aimed for your smooth neck adorned with a necklace Abby had given you years earlier. Ellie pushed it aside, hiding the pendant behind your hair. Her hand snaked though your locks as she pressed her first kiss beneath your carotid artery. You leaned your head back further to give her more canvas space for her lips.
Her pecks gradually turned into small sucks on your sensitive skin. Normally, you'd never let anyone mark your skin, but Ellie's harsh lips felt too soothing to pass up. Covering them up with makeup was hardly a price to pay for the sweet sensation she gave you.
Hard knocks sounded at the door, but both of you ignored the turbulence. You gripped her shoulders tightly as small gasps slipped through your lips.
After one last lick, she pulled away to look up at you. "You wanna come back to my place? My dad's out of town."
You nodded eagerly. "Can you drive?"
That was good enough for you. As you left the bathroom hand in hand with Ellie, the person waiting to enter sighed out of relief, but his face fell into confusion as he saw who you walked out with.
Ellie dragged you through the crowds dancing all around the house. Your friends spotted you leaving and waved their goodbyes, although they were perplexed to see you being led by a tatted arm.
She didn't bother to open the car door for you, but what could you expect? "I was expecting your car to smell like weed." She turned and gave you a dirty look, to which you shrugged. "Your eyes are red half the time in class."
On the drive to her house, Ellie held your thigh firmly, as if to remind you of what she planned to do to you when you arrived at your destination. You reciprocated her affection and placed your hand over hers.
She slowly pushed in her bedroom door and you gasped. Movie posters lined the walls—most of them pertaining to space, dinosaurs, and zombies—and a small collection of figures decorated her manga-filled bookshelf. She wasn't too hopeless though; she had a few great novels sprinkled in.
Her guitar case sat in the corner of her room where several vinyls loomed over, and next to it, was a tall collection of CDs neatly organized into a shelf.
In the corner opposite to her guitar was her desk with its grand PC that she claimed to have built herself. She rambled on and on about the process of building it in voice messages about a week ago. You didn't understand much of what she was saying, but her comforting voice nearly lulled you to sleep. Later that night, you replayed those voice messages over and over again.
Next to that desk was an easel displaying an unfinished painting and a stack of sketchbooks.
You twirled around her room to take all your surroundings in, and then turned to her to say, "Of course your room looks like this."
The Ellie you'd grown used to returned to you momentarily. She merely demanded, "Shut up and get on the bed."
Ellie's bed creaked when you laid backwards. Her messy sheets smelled exactly like her natural musk. You grabbed a fistful of them and closed your eyes, reveling in the scent consuming you. She slowly climbed over your body, taking in the sight of you beneath her before harshly resuming the make out session you'd paused in the bathroom. Her knee reached towards your center, bumping into it.
You bucked your hips along her thigh, enjoying the friction offered by the coarse denim. Your reverie was cut short immediately as her hand pinned down the side of your hip.
"Stay still," she commanded.
You didn't hesitate to disobey her. Who was she to order you around in the bedroom? So, she leaned back, withdrew her thigh, and pinned your hips down with a bruising force.
"What did I just fucking tell you?" she asked, her tone stern.
You leered at her. "You think I'll listen to you?"
"If you want me to fuck you, you will. If not, I'll just leave right now."
Her low voice sent dampness straight to your core. "Fine. I'll listen for now." You stilled your hips.
Ellie licked her lips, eying you as if you were a piece of meat under her, and began to kiss down the slope of your chest. Her warm hands slid under the camisole you wore, brushing against your waist before one hand reached under your back to undo the clasp of your bra. She tugged its straps down your arms, pulling the bra under your shirt when they were no longer attached to you. Ellie's eyes caught onto the way the form-fitting shirt perfectly outlined your breasts, and the way the thin fabric showed off your hardened nipples. She cupped them in her hands, rubbing her thumbs sensually over your nipples. You unconsciously pushed your chest further into her hands, which she reacted to by pinching the aching buds. You cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you.
She seemed to grow tired of only playing with your breasts through clothing, so she pulled the stretchy cloth to rest under the fold connecting the fatty tissue with your abdomen. Her hands quickly enveloped the vulnerable flesh, kneading its softness reverently. She closed in on one of your breasts, wrapping her soft lips around the nipple and sucking while she pinched the other. You whimpered at the pain, your back pushing your chest into her mouth. With the hand she used to pinch you, she slapped your breast and made you flinch.
After completely taking off your top, Ellie leaned back up to quickly undo the buttons of her flannel. She discarded it on the floor and removed her undershirt and sports bra next. Her toned body was littered with freckles. Her small breasts glittered with them. Entranced, you reached up towards them, but she grabbed your wrists and kept them pinned down.
"You don't get to touch me yet." Ellie's voice almost sent you straight into an orgasm.
You paused before nodding, holding steady eye-contact with her.
She gave your breasts one last kiss before removing your shirt entirely and unbuckling the stylish belt that held your pants secure on your hips. She took her time dragging them down your legs to slowly reveal your cotton panties trimmed with lace at the edges. She snorted.
"I knew you'd wear some shit like this."
You smirked. "You've spent time thinking about what kind of panties I wear?"
Ellie's entire face flushed.
Her fingers lingered over your underwear with a feather light touch. It drove you to near insanity and elicited a strong warmth from your core. Surely Ellie could feel its burning radiation.
Her middle and ring fingers glazed over the damp spot building up in your panties. Her eyes looked at you with a hunger you had never seen before. She picked up the elastic band on the top edge of your garment and let it snap against your skin before pulling it away to uncover your dripping pussy.
Ellie was mesmerized. "Wow."
"Wow?" you bit your lip. "You know what to do with all that?"
She didn't answer, but she sent her gaze burning through you. Her hands spread open your legs, admiring how your folds bloomed like a flower. She reached for your aching clit, briefly circling the bud. She laid on her stomach, wrapping her arms snugly around your legs and kissing along the insides of your thighs. She kissed right outside your folds, but she never dared to reach it.
When she eventually did, she refused to pay any mind to your engorged clit. Instead, she covered her index finger in your wetness and plunged in.
The sensation was pleasant, but it was no where near enough. You urged her to slip in another finger or use her warm tongue on your begging clit, but Ellie remained concentrated on playing with your pussy. Occasionally, she'd look up from her reverie to revel in your discomfort and smirk.
She snuck a second finger inside you shortly, slowly picking up the pace of her wrists until you could barely see its movements. You moaned out, the sounds clashing with the bed's constant creaking. At the sight of your pleasure, Ellie slowed down. Before you could whine and tell her to keep going, she curled her fingers inside you to reach for that sweet spot deep inside you. She reached it quickly, proven by your cries, and continuously abused it.
She attentively watched your every reaction to her movements. Satisfied, she leaned in to lick a stripe against your clit. Her tongue blissfully savored you; she was completely entranced by you.
As your orgasm inched closer, Ellie sucked your clit before gently kissing it and disengaging completely. She sneered when she saw your desperate expression and squeezed your waist in mock comfort. You sat up, watching as she got off the bed and walked towards the side of the bed to pull out a cardboard box.
"What are you doing?" you asked. You folded your legs, resting your heels near your ass.
Ellie didn't bother to look at you. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
You watched as she opened the box and reached for a pitch black strap-on. You instantly covered your mouth and burst into weak, out of breath laughter.
"You have a strap?" you jeered. "Have you ever even had someone to use it on?!"
As quickly as Ellie uttered those words, your face was forced to the side. The sting came right after. You gasped and held onto the warm skin, but the pain did nothing but turn you on further. You moved your hand back to cover the grin slowly creeping onto your face. Your eyes still held Ellie within that earlier jeer, but you tried to hide it from her. She still glared at you.
She then tore off the skinny jeans she wore, leaving herself in her black Calvin Klein boxers. She seemed to hesitate before stripping her last layer of protection off her body. Just as quickly as you caught a glimpse her completely nude body, she replaced her underwear with intricate straps.
Her hand lost itself back in the cardboard box until she reached for water-based lubrication. She dripped it onto her open palm and rubbed it along the silicone until it shined brightly. She did the same with your entrance.
Before you could flip over onto your hands and knees, Ellie stopped you with a hand on your hip.
"I wanna see your face while I fuck you."
You stopped, heat reaching the tips of your ears, and turned around to lay on your back with your head on one of Ellie's pillows. Your boobs laid enticingly for her, and she couldn't resist cupping a handful and squeezing.
Ellie lined her strap with your entrance and pressed in.
Your eyes closed in bliss as her strap filled you slowly and you gripped onto the sheets to cope with the pleasure taking over your senses. Your mouth opened as she began to stretch you out, a moan escaping your lips as she sheathed herself inside. Her green eyes fixated onto each of your expressions intently as she began to ram her hips into yours over and over again.
Your legs spread further, accompanied by a clenching hand on the back of your thigh. Ellie held a steady, forceful rhythm that made you lose control of your body.
You whimpered at her relentless pace, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about how pathetic it was. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes and streamed down the sides of your face. Ellie didn't bother wiping them away, but she was quick to notice, groaning, "you look way prettier when you cry."
You paid no mind to her remark, instead sighing at the rough pleasure and clutching onto the arm that held onto the top of your waist, beneath your breast. You felt her flexing bicep up and tightly held onto the hard muscle.
Your body felt as if it were about to burst. Ellie was too good at this, but there was no way she'd ever gotten laid before. You interrupted your constant moaning by mumbling, "fuck, Ellie! Did you practice on your pillows or something?"
"Shut the fuck up!" she yelled. "I fucking hate you, you stupid bitch. You've made my life miserable!"
The syllables in her last words punctuated her thrusts. Her body leaned into yours and warmed you thoroughly. With how much heat she gave you, it was like you two were having sex in a burning sauna. Sweat dripped down your skin and made your hair stick to it. Her warm mouth only furthered the sensation by dragging along the sides of your neck, leaving darkening marks along its wake.
Your arms reached over her neck and clawed along her shoulders. She grunted at the burns you gave her.
Tingles that mimicked the feeling of a numb limb spread throughout every square inch of your body. Your eyes shut tightly as you felt your impending release. Even Ellie faltered in her thrusts as she felt the pressure of you tightening around her. She applied more strength into her thrusts, relishing in the erotic noises produced by you and your cunt with each of her movements.
Every piece of stimulus reaching your brain combined and overwhelmed you. Your legs shook with the force of your pleasure. Every inch of your body tensed—your fingers dug red colored crescents into Ellie's skin and your legs clamped around her waist, but she wasn't deterred. She continued to slam back and forth into your body until your pleasure slowly subsided. She reluctantly slowed her hips, panting over you in unison with your breaths.
You calmed down with her in silence. She stood connected to you and her hands gentled their hold on you. She caressed your waist softly, they way she would've touched the fake girl you used to talk to her.
"So…" you started. "Will your dad be here in the morning?"
Ellie shook her head. Her soft auburn hair on the side of her face shook with her. "He shouldn't be."
You hummed and closed your eyes, exhausted by the night. Hers traced over your lashes and the shapes of your nose, brows, and lips.
"How much of that was real?" she whispered.
You opened your eyes and stared straight into hers. "Huh?"
"Like… when you texted me, how much of it did you mean?"
You contemplated your answer. Somehow, the intimacy of her strap-on still sitting deep inside you encouraged you to be honest with her. "I rarely lied."
Ellie seemed to accept that answer. "Do you wanna keep doing this, or..?"
You squeezed her arm. "I'd like that."
Ellie unsheathed herself from you and undid the straps holding the toy onto her hips. She dropped it into the cardboard box she set on the floor, and laid with you. You tentatively moved to lay closer to her, dropping your head on her chest. This closely, you could hear her rapid heartbeats as she wrapped an arm around you.
