TWO’S A CROWD, THREE’S A PARTY. ㅤ♱
.⋆♱ ┈┈・ 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐!𝑔𝑓!𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑥 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑏!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎
♱・𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 4.1k wc, she!her pronouns used for reader, butch!ellie, femme!reader, fem!dina, established relationship between ellie & reader, ellie really isnt that toxic, but reader is a tad insecure nd Ellie uses that, angsty undertones, petnames smut! dom!ellie, dom!dina, sub!reader, fingering + clit stim (r!rec), oral (d+r!rec), strap (r+d!rec), spit play, praise + degradation, exhibitionsim?? (Ellie makes reader watch for a bit), mentions of double penetration but it doesn’t happen, overstimulation, edging, surprise at the end! that’s it.. :p not proofread as per usual…. I love u, happy reading !
ꨄ ・𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:, this was SO hard to make because my images kept getting flagged :( kinda unhappy with the design.. but fuck it we ball… hi guys.. this is me exploring a new style and a new kind of unmarked territory that i haven’t really written for.. (that being toxic!stuff) if this doesnt work out for me i probably wont be writing toxic!ellie again, but you can expect more dina from me.. im a little wary about posting this just because of the controversy surrounding these kind of fics, but if youre a chronic complainer - dont read. I have so many other fics, a lot of them being loser!ellie. I dont wanna hear it and I love you all, please enjoy.
“𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕…𝒉𝒆𝒓?” You lift a shaky finger to a siren-eyed blonde, a beautiful woman with fat busting from the seams of her blouse, clearly fresh out of work. She was alone, sat at the bar top nursing a margarita between manicured nails.
“Nah, too straight looking.” Ellie rejects immediately, shaking her head as a final word. You sigh, swirling the straw around your almost complete drink.
When your girlfriend initially proposed the idea of adding a third into the bed, you denied with a feverish haste. You shook your head back and forth, insisting that the idea was in poor taste, your insecurities getting the better of you almost immediately.
But, a puppy eyed Ellie persisted. For weeks on end she filled your head with the suggestion, reiterating that she was bored with your sex life, and wanted to spice things up over and over again. You kept your stance firm, reminding her that you were scared of the possible situation. She would pout, maybe ignore you, and then the cycle would continue.
Eventually, you began to feel guilty about denying her. You worried about the consequences that your relationship would face if you didn’t comply. So, the next time she asked, you told her you would consider it, and that simple mistake led you here, to a shitty dive bar in the dark of night.
“She’s pretty cute!” You exclaim, directing her attention to another woman at the bar top, a real dime if you were to say so yourself. Black curls bouncing off of her neck, brown skin glistening under the lights of the room. Ellie considers it, taking her lip into her mouth. “She looks gay,, I think.” You laugh, your girlfriend doesn't budge.
Your girlfriend just simply shakes her head, “too old.” She says simply. You blow a raspberry, slouching back into your seat. She looks over at you for a split second, but her attention is very quickly stolen by something, someone behind you.
You give her a curious expression, but her gaze fails to falter. “Her.” She deadpans, eyes twinkling as she looks between you and the woman behind you. A boyish grin growing on her face. The expression excites you, your own grin blooming from pouty lips.
You slowly turn around, eyes catching immediately on the same woman Ellie was talking about. You knew immediately she looked familiar, although you weren’t sure from where. Her curvaceous body swayed with the rhythm of the song, loud features catching the iridescence of the lights. With gorgeous brown eyes her gaze shifts upon the two of you, a small wink flying through the bar.
She quickly resumes dancing, jeans hugging her ass tightly as she grooves. She doesn't depart however, she stays oddly close to the table, where the light catches her just right and the music is just the right volume.
“Go up to her.” She orders, nodding in the direction of the dancing beauty. You shake your head, nerves working their way up onto your face.
“Me?! I can't do that! what if i fuck it up?” You whisper-yell across the table, barely audible above the loud music. Ellie rolls her green eyes gently, a loud scoff escaping from her lips. She leans forward, eyes in a sharp glare.
”Just do it.” She commands, beckoning you over to the other woman with The flick of a hand. When you don't move, she sighs, opting for a softer approach. “C‘mon baby, you’ll do great. I know you will.” She smiles, placing a veiny hand over top of your shaky one. Her sly fingers wrap around the limb, giving you a firm squeeze.
You find yourself nodding hesitantly, it’s almost hypnotic the way that she can convince you to do almost anything with a few simple words.
“Okay.. yeah—okay.” You accept your fate, climbing out of your chair slowly. Ellie’s grin only widens as you slip out of the seat.
“That’s my girl.” She praises, you blush slightly, looking back at her once as you wander off into the crowd of drunken dancers. She replies with a smile and a firm thumbs up. If it was for her, maybe it wasn't so bad.
The woman sneaks away.
You slip between swaying bodies, the lights burning down onto you and the music making it all the much more difficult for you to make yourself known. You irritate a few dancing girls, and brush up against many married men, all of which offered to take you home at the end of the night.
When you finally spot the alluringly mysterious stranger, she's peeking over her shoulder before disappearing once again, this time into the bathroom.
You take her seductive look as an invitation, silently hoping that the bathroom would be empty besides the two of you. You murmur out a couple more mindless apologies, ducking behind a group of drunk moms to avoid drawing attention to yourself.
The door slams behind you, immediately turning the pounding music into a mere muffle. The woman leans against the counter, gaze peering into the side of your head. You make brief eye contact, throwing her a curt smile before you wander over to the sink.
Your face heats under her gaze, you fail to come up with the words to introduce yourself, so you stay silent. You run your hands under the warm water cautiously, desperate to alleviate the nerves that run through you.
The woman chuckles beside you, startling you. You focus in on the sink, not daring to meet her gaze. Your head tightens at the tension, her gaze mixed with the beating repetition of Ellie’s expectations looming over you. Unbeknownst to you, your awkward demeanour is only more inviting to the woman.
You're about the reach for the tap when you feel her breath on your neck, she's barely taller than you - but her words are husky in your ear, fingertips softly brushing your hair out of the way.
“Saw you and your girl eyeing me up earlier…she send you to come find me?” She inquires, you look up into the mirror, brown eyes meeting your own. A shiver runs down your spine.
You gulp, an inconspicuous act. She hums, urging you to reply. Her face is still impossibly close, eyes stalking down your body. Your head stutters as it turns, hands pruning from the ongoing stream.
“Huh, baby..” She breathes seductively, you suck in a soft breath. It's only the two of you occupying the space. The tension in the room grows, the tight space overflowing with it.
“I-” You trip over your own tongue, the muscles suddenly feeling so foreign in your mouth. Dina smirks, cocking her head to the side. Her eyes run rampant up and down your person, you can tell she's eager to taste, you can't tell if it makes you uncomfortable or really comfortable.
“Well? Did she?” She questions. You nod, pulling your hands out from under the water, the wetness soaking into your skin. You tug at the uncomfortable wrinkles as the dark haired woman bites her lip.
You look up, “Yeah she did…she—we thought you were really pretty..” You drawl, dragging out the last few words. The woman chuckles, a sensual sound, a crack in the tension.
“You thought I was pretty, huh?” She tucks a straying hair behind your ear, holding her hand there for a short moment. You shake under her touch, turning your body away from the sink. You press the side of your hip against the counter, your weight resting on the pointed edge.
“Yes.. Very..” You confirm, nodding slowly. The woman follows your movement, nodding up and down at your testament.
“So, you got something to ask me, pretty girl?” She asks, looking at you through mascara clad lashes, glossy lips sticking together with every variable. You tiptoe around the answer, fingers still digging into the pruned skin of your palms.
“Would you wanna—maybe…come home with us?..” you ask sheepishly, batting your lashes in her direction. The curly hair woman glances up at your girlfriend, who glances back.
She smirks at your girlfriend, and nods back to you.
𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, pushing and pulling you in every which way, whichever way they please. You're pushed into the sheets of your bed the second you enter your home, desperate lips moving down your neck as Ellie pushes you up the stairs.
You thrash within the silk of your bed as the both of them work their hands down your body. Ellies slip up and down your thighs while the other woman finds solace beneath the fabric of your shirt.
“So beautiful…” The brunette coos into your ear, pulling you into her lap. “She’s so gorgeous, Ellie.” The girl hums, bringing two fingers to your already hardening nipples.
“Real pretty. You gonna say thank you, Baby?” She whispers, slipping two fingers into the waistband of your underwear. Your hand instinctively flies to her wrist catching her arm as she slowly begins to tug on your panties.
“Thank you, thank you—” you huff when Ellie pulls your underwear all the way down, revealing your soaked cunt; you shiver as the cold air hits your core.
Your shirt flies off next, all whilst the woman behind you whispers sweet nothings into your ear, the woman below you is kissing up your thighs. Ellie’s lips are soft and teasing against the supple skin of your thighs.
It all happened so fast, one second you were stepping into the bar with your girlfriend who you are absolutely not possessive over and the next you’re whining beneath her and another very beautiful woman who you're suspiciously wary of.
“Fuck, listen to you…” your girlfriend whispers into the skin of your thighs, letting you whine and wreathe above her while she refuses to touch you. The other woman coos, again. She rubs her hands up and down your middle, whispering softly in your ear.
“C’mon, El. Don't be a tease.” She adds, bringing a hand down to slowly circle your clit. You don’t have time to react to her statement before a zap of pleasure shoots through you. Your head falls backwards, landing on the brunettes shoulder.
Your cunt leaks onto her fingers, soaking her nails in your eagerness. You clench your feet as Ellie’s fingers join her. She pushes one in, fucking it into you with the cocky smirk on your face that only appears when your sucking her into you. A second one joins soon after, stretching you around her.
“Ugg—fuck. Baby!” You cry out, falling into the woman behind you. Your pelvis twitches as the two of them work you into submission, your legs tightening around nothing as the two of them work wonders on you.
“Gonna come already? Really?” Ellie pushes, pushing her fingers in even faster. You nod as you squeeze her wrist, partly an act of possession and partly because you were dancing on the line between almost there and the sweet clarity of an orgasm.
“You’re so easy, pretty. Gonna soak our fingers? Gonna make a mess?” The one behind you asks, moving her fingers in quick circles around your wet clit. You nod, your legs tensing and shutting around their hands as they move you closer and closer to finishing.
Ellie slaps your thigh, not hard enough to cause real pain, but enough to force them open, enough to act as a warning. “Keep ‘em open or you’re not cumming.” She deadpans, hooking an arm under one of your thighs. The other woman gets the message, removing her hand from your clit. You whine, urging her to put it back and keep going, but she only shakes her head, and moves her wet finger back to your nipples.
Ellie then follows, letting her face fall into your cunt as her tongue begins to work into your clit. A seductive chuckle follows by the woman behind you, her fingers sending stinging pleasure into you as she plays with your nipples.
Ellie pulls away, her green eyes focused solely on you as continues to finger you. You moan, unwrapping your hand from her wrist and bringing it to her face. “Ellie…” you whine, breathlessly.
Ellie kisses your hand, but doesn't tear her eyes from your cunt. Her jaw tightens as she dives back in, spitting on your already wet sex before continuing to lap at the erect bundle of nerves.
“Oh! Fuck—baby! Uhh—hmph…” the other woman brings a hand to your neck, wrapping it around you and pressing ever so lightly. The softness of her lips meet yours, reducing your moans to a minimum.
“Shh, you’re okay.” She hushes you against your lips, working against them as you cry into her. You attempt to kiss her back, but the intense pleasure that Ellie’s bringing to you makes it nearly impossible to do anything but moan into her mouth.
When you feel the coil in you about to snap, you thrust into Ellie’s face, chasing the impossible high that usually was only shared with her, and now someone else.
“Cu—cumming! Ohmygod-!” You moan, ripping your mouth off of your newfound third’s. You wrist and turn in attempts to escape Ellie’s mouth, but she persists, pulling a white hot orgasm out of you.
“Cum for her, good girl..” the other one adds, stroking your hair as she pulls you farther into her chest. You obey, releasing all over Ellie’s fingers and face.
Your chest rises and falls deeply, sending ripples of clarity through you as you catch your breath. You think that this is it, you’ve been touched by the both of them, so now this woman will leave and you will have Ellie all for yourself. Oh how wrong you were.
She pulls her face out of your pussy and rubs a half reassuring hand up the side of your leg. “You did great, baby.” She whispers, before climbing over you. She pulls you up with her, tossing you into the middle of the bed.
The brunette scoots back too, and suddenly you're all in the middle of the bed. Ellie climbs off the mattress, and pulls her t-shirt over her head. She opens the bedside drawer, the second one down, and reaches in. You bite your lip, knowing what’s to come.
You push yourself onto your needs, and Dina slides her legs off the edge of the bed. She lets a soft hand rest against the top of your thigh.
Ellie pulls out the strap harness and your favourite pink attachment. You bite your lip as she pulls off her pants and steps into the device, tightening it around her hips.
“You wanna be good for me, princess?” She asks, wrapping a hand around your face.
“Yeah.” You answer, nodding as you let her pull you in for a completely chaste kiss.
“You’re gonna make Dina feel good while I fuck you, okay?” She orders you. You look to the side and watch the other girl rid herself of her clothes, her blouse and bra revealing the meaty mounds that take up most of her chest. You squeeze your legs together as you nod back at your girlfriend.
You totally disregard the fact that she already knew the woman's name, before you did and lean forward.
She lays back against the pillows, your pillows, and gets comfortable like she's been against them a thousand times before. Her curls fall against them effortlessly, like one of those gorgeous statues of Greek goddesses that you only see in high end museums. A dash of insecurity threatens your conscience, but Ellie patting your ass and ushering you onto the body of the other distracts you.
“Eat her out, baby.” She tells you, before pulling you closer to her. You instinctively arch your back, popping your ass out for your girlfriend's easier access. You pull Dina’s black thong down her legs, and throw it off to the side.
Ellie enters you as your tongue meets the other woman's core.
You kiss along her clit and lick a stripe up her entirety before letting yourself draw slow circles around her. She groans, bringing a hand to your hair. You let her tug you were needed, you hit every nerve and let your tongue explore her feverishly as she wreathes above you. The woman has more control than you did, her thighs barely even so much as twitch while you lick up and down her clit.
Ellie's dick enters slowly, but she barely lets herself bottom out fully before pulling out and thrusting again. She repeats herself a few times, antagonizing you with the speed, or lack thereof, of her thrusts.
You moan into Dina’s cunt, the reverberations of your noise only causing her to arch her back further. Ellie begins to speed up her movements, rubbing her hands along the skin of your ass as she pounds into you.
“Mmm…you’re such a good girl. She’s perfect, El.” The girl above you moans, arching her back as she thrusts her pelvis into your mouth. Her hand tightens slightly in your hair as you suck on her clit.
“I know. God, I know. She’s so stupid for it, look at her.” Ellie slaps your ass, watching it jiggle as she continues to push into you. You struggle against Dina’s pussy, moaning and slobbering all over her as you tighten around your girlfriend.
“Jesus—fuck! Imagine her taking two.”
“Trust me, I have.” Your girlfriend replies, and it takes everything in you not to rip your head away from Dina and fulfill her wishes, but she tips your head even closer to her body.
You arch as your second orgasm builds, and Dina’s controlled movements suddenly begin to shift into pleasurable twitches. You know she’s close, and so are you.
“She’s close.” Your girlfriend points out, you can hear the smirk in her words. She smacks your ass once more before speeding up her thrusts.
“Yeah—me too.” The other girl gurgles out a reply. You nod into her, eager to get her to the finish line.
She tugs your hair one last time before moaning loudly into the room, a high pitched noise that finalizes her release. She comes all over your face, white milky pleasure soaking your tongue and lips. You finish at the same time she does, soaking Ellie’s strap.
You expect her to slow, but she keeps thrusting. You moan into the room, pulling your face away Dina’s pussy. Ellie makes a noise between a scoff and a chuckle as you struggle to keep your composure.
“Ellie! I cant take it—fuck!” Your legs wobble as she pushes into you. She grabs a fistful of your hair and lightly tugs your head back so she can lean forward and shove your faces together. You watch the girl below you bite down on her lip as Ellies kisses you.
“You can take it.” She whispers into your mouth. The sound of skin slapping against skin is the only noise to fill the room for a while.
She doesn't halt until Dina’s pulling you on top of you and kissing all over your face.
You struggle for breath again as your sweaty skin sticks to Dina’s. Ellie chuckles at the two of you, letting you have a moment to rejuvenate.
The moment, slightly uncomfortable and not really longer than a couple seconds, goes by quickly. You’re just beginning to catch your breath when Ellie tugs you forward. You situate yourself on the edge of the bed, back on your knees.
“You’re gonna watch me fuck her.” The words hit like a slap in the face, and your face falters.
“Wha—” you look between the both of them, and suddenly you feel too exposed, too vulnerable. Ellie doesn't let you respond, climbing on top of Dina, missionary, and sliding the strap between her legs.
The girl gasps as the strap stretches her out, and Ellie wastes no time shoving her tongue into the girl's mouth, dancing against her as the two of them fight for dominance.
Ellie fucks her with such grace and passion part of you wonders if you’re interrupting something. To any other outsider, it would look like you’re the extra to their couple. Your heart breaks a little bit as you watch the two of them blend like they belong.
Ellie reaches back and squeezes your hand once, a reassuring gesture that makes your heart leap.
She slams into Dina’s pussy feverishly, and Dina takes it like she’s made for it. You gawk from me the sidelines, taking in every bit of each of them. You notice the look on Dina’s face every time their skin connects, and the way Ellie’s mouth moves from her lips to her neck as you have to watch from the sidelines.
She leaves purple bites all the way down the other woman's trachea. The other woman who moans and sneaks her hand into her hair, tugging on the auburn locks. Dina's eyes are squeezed shut out of pure euphoria, and Ellie's thrusting into her like there's no tomorrow.
Her movements are sloppy, like how they become when she’s close to finishing. You thought you were the only one who could get her like that. You bite down on your lip as Dina arches her back, and Ellie groans into the girl's neck.
“Ellie, look at me.” You order, your tone isn't quite dominant, but it's sure enough for her to listen. She rips her eyes from Dina. Her eyebrows are furrowed, green eyes glossed over with pleasure. You coo gently and pull her in for a kiss.
“I love you.” You whisper into her mouth, and even though you really want to look and see how the other girl reacts, you don't. You let her fall apart against the harness of the strap while pushing her tongue inside your mouth.
Dina finishes all over the strap, moaning out Ellie’s name as she arches her back, again. You bring a hand to Ellie’s check, kissing her ever so gently after she finishes.
“I love you, baby.” She whispers back, letting her head fall into your neck. Dina's chest heaves as she catches her breath.
Ellie pulls out, you slip into your robe, and Dina picks her clothes up off the floor. She kisses you gently on the cheek and bids Ellie a soft goodbye before stumbling out of your place.
You and Ellie fall asleep against each other, damp bodies practically melting together beneath the sheets.
“We are never doing that again.” You tell her, playing with a loose strand of auburn hair that falls just beside her ear. She nods, chuckling as she leans in for a kiss.
You accept it.
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 a few nights later that you're scrolling through instagram, Ellie snuggled into your chest, snoring lightly as you scratch up and down her back just beneath her t-shirt.
The two of you hadn't seemed to have any trouble following the whole ordeal a few nights ago, you told her you weren't sure you wanted to do it again, and she accepted it, and listened while you talked about your feelings.
The living room is dimly lit, only the hum of the flan in the kitchen and the very low volume tv can be heard. The lamp in the corner is the primary source of light, there's two empty cups of something sweet that have been discarded on the table. Your phone light reflects off your face, painting you a light blue.
You’re mindlessly scrolling through your timeline, a few friends posts come up, like Abby and her dog on a hike, or a friend from high school with her boyfriend turned fiancé in Paris, there was nothing of true value or interest, really.
Your mind is half in it until the suggested friends box shows up beneath a post of top ten books to read in 2026. Most of them are people you used to know, or mutual acquaintances—all but one. One of the names strikes you by surprise, standing out like a sore thumb among the other, much more wholesome people.
Dina’s profile is beautiful and grossly her. Her profile picture is her flashing a toothy smile at the camera, her beautiful curls surrounding her face as the sun shines down on her. You crack a smile and continue to scroll, avoiding the follow button like the plague.
There’s nothing too controversial among her tens of hundreds of posts, a reoccurring boy with a ruffled black mullet, a golden retriever, a lot of thirsty selfies that you debate liking. Before you know it, you're deep into her account, looking at pictures from six years ago.
You’re about to click out when a familiar face catches your eyes. You’re sure it can't be, but it most definitely is. One of the first posts on her account is a photo of her and a woman, or in this case girl, with auburn hair and piercing green eyes.
You have to take a double take before clicking on the photo. There’s no denying it, that is definitely your girl, loud smile and constellation of freckles, kissing the woman you took home just a few nights ago, in a post from six years ago.
You zoom in on the photo, and zoom out, and then zoom in again. Your jaw drops. You push a hand against your mouth in order to not wake the sleeping girl on your chest. The caption is simple, and it makes you sick.
“Two’s a crowd, three’s a party!”
You know she’s referring to the boy on the other side of her, making a nicked out face as Ellie kisses her cheek, but the words make you nauseous anyway. You can feel yourself rotting from the inside at the post, hot wet tears and confusion running down your face.
You sniffle, click block, and turn off the device. Maybe you would inquire with her tomorrow, maybe you wouldn't.
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