TONIGHT; CHP1
★ series playlist ✬ series introduction ★ Chapter 1: you want sex with me? (uh-huh) WC: 3.4k ★ TAGS: playgirlbutch!ellie x y2khyperfemme!reader, servicetop!ellie, powerbottom!reader, top!ellie, extobestfriend!sevika x reader, dealer!vi, grinding, flirting, sexual tension, tall!reader, oral (r!receiving), munch!ellie, size kink (ellie), groping (r!receiving), mean(ish)!reader, drinking, drug mention (marijuana), unhealthy drinking habits, DO NOT DRINK RANDOM DRINKS!!!, grotesque use of italics ★ A/N: here is chapter 1 AAAAAAA!!!!!!! thank you to everyone who loved the intro <333 i'll announce the date for chapter 2 soon!! ★ next ★
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ellie squeezes past the coagulation of people at the front door of some house off-campus, dina and jesse pressed close behind her. the carpet’s sticky under her docs, and the air is thick with perfume, vomit, and weed. the walls sweat, bowing and vibrating with the force of the bodies, the music, everything inside. she’s already scoping out the crowd, scanning faces and trying to figure out where vi was. the pink-haired lacrosse player owed her an eighth.
“dina, did vi–”
dina’s squealing and ellie can’t finish her question before there’s a flash of pink, curious by britney spears, and pearlescent hair tinsel. you, pulling dina into a hug while you both jump around in a circle like you haven't seen each other in weeks. (you share a mandatory french II class with dina and see her regularly). dina’s face is in your tits, not that dina would ever complain about that, and you’re wobbling forward to slap a drunk kiss on jesse’s forehead. he laughs, spins you with one hand and a low whistle.
“i know, i know.” you laugh, tossing curls over your shoulders as you oblige jesse in showing yourself off. the yellow gold bangles on your wrist chime as you twirl, thong straps squeezing the meat of your hips. your platforms are six inches high, feathered and defiant. your micro mini clings every time you move, and your flowy halter top does absolutely nothing to hide the way your body shifts under the heat. chunky gold jewelry clinks as you tilt your head. Your tattoo catches her eye, still raised and new: ‘princess’ on your hipbone, right under the strap of your thong.
ellie can’t help but swallow.
no–gulp.
you’re stunning.
there’s glitter on your lids, your cheeks. everywhere. it takes everything in ellie not to stare at the way it pools in your cleavage, not to think about how easily she could dip her tongue there and taste mango body oil and sin. ellie wants to watch your pretty pink pearlescent lipgloss smear all over her stra–
“somethin’ caught your eye, els?”
ellie has to look up at you. (she thinks it’s so fucking hot. unfairly hot.)
jesse grins between both of you, then nudges dina, yelling something about getting everyone shots. cowards. ellie looks up at you again, and you’ve pressed closer, your acrylic nails drumming against your hip. ellie inwardly shakes out her limbs, settles into a confident lean against a bookcase she didn’t realize was there.
“you always stare like that, or am i special?” you bite first, of course you do.
“you want honesty or charm?” ellie cocks her head back, a half-smirk on her lips.
“do i look like someone you can out-charm, els?”
ellie laughs, short and easy. her eyes drag across your skin, over the dips and swells of your body. she stops deliberately at your tits, doesn’t miss the way your back arches.
“then yeah, it’s you. couldn’t stop looking at you if i tried.”
your brows raise in interest, and you’re touching. your hand goes to ellie’s waist, nails dipping under her black wife pleaser, drawing little stars on her hip. it takes everything in her not to shiver. ellie leans into it, her thumb going under the strap of your thong, pulling you closer.
“not my fault they made you with a built-in spotlight. i’m just a moth, babe.” ellie grins, slow and lazy.
“you practice those in the mirror, williams?” you laugh, a soft giggle that makes ellie want to get on her tiptoes and just get it over with. god, she really liked your lipgloss.
“only the ones that work.” ellie replies, subtly shifting her heels on the lowest shelf of the bookcase to get some height leverage. you’re staring at her like she’s the first and last thing you ever want to eat, and ellie is so fucking ready to be devoured. her thumb drags up your hip, your fingers flex against her skin, thumb and forefinger pulling ellie by the hem of her shirt, lips getting so close—
“shots!”
jesse’s voice cuts through the haze you’d enchanted ellie with, grinning and balancing six cups in his hands like he didn’t just ruin the best fucking kiss of ellie’s life. your hand lingers a half-second longer than it should on her waist, acrylics grazing her hip bone as you pull away. ellie swears she sees you smirk as you take two cups from jesse, not even peering at its contents before you’re bringing the first to your lips.
“better be tequila.” you hum, knocking both back in quick succession, not bothering with the limes dina was carrying. she holds one out to you anyways, muttering something about not being an animal. ellie is too busy watching a droplet of the liquor glide down your neck to notice.
“you’re welcome,” jesse snorts, already distracted. “also, els, vi’s out back. said she brought your shit.”
right. vi.
ellie’s mouth is dry and her pulse is loud. she can’t decide if she wants to chase you or just stare. you decide for her; give her one last look before she goes—something wicked and promising— and wiggle your fingers before disappearing into the crowd.
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you find sevika on a sunken couch, three blunts into a poker game with two other people definitely too drunk to see she’s hustling them. you grin, sliding into her lap like a cat laying in a ray of sun. your long legs stretch across thick thighs, crossing your ankles as you lay your head onto sevika’s shoulder. you didn’t know shit about poker, but drunk frat boys aren’t exactly the most subtle, and with your presence on sevika’s lap…
“need a favor when you’re done, sevvy.” you hum, pressing a kiss to her jaw.
sevika’s lip twitches. her cards switch hands, the cool metal of her prosthetic cradling your legs. her fingers are splayed on your upper thigh, middle tugging the hem of your skirt down over your ass again. there’s a choked sound from player two. you ignore him.
you press closer as sevika plays out her hand, using the time to ruminate. you and ellie were heartbreakers in different fonts, you knew this. ellie had a reputation similar to yours, but where you were glittered claws and peach schnapps, ellie was the hum of guitar strings and passive glances. it would never work, not really.
but god would it be fun.
your nails trace patterns into sevika’s collarbone, picking up some of your body glitter that’d rubbed off and pressing it into her cheek. it won’t work. here you were, though, waiting for sevika’s poker game to finish so you could drag her onto the dancefloor and dangle yourself in front of ellie. sevika's metal fingers press into the meat of your thigh, quiet reassurance she was almost done.
sure enough, she's shoveling the winnings into her pockets and smirking wide a few minutes later.
“c’mon, let’s go again! i’ll throw in my pen.” player one fishes his cart out, and sevika just shakes her head.
“got things to do.” her flesh hand pats your calves, and you grin, hopping up out of her lap. you’re leading her away from the couch and weaving through people to head towards the dancefloor. sevika doesn’t ask where you’re going—she knows how this goes, how you look when there’s something you want.
“who is it this time?”
“does it matter?”
sevika doesn’t reply, but the amused exhale that comes out of her nose is answer enough.
the bass from the song playing hits deep beneath your ribs, vibrating out through your fingertips as you lead sevika to the middle of it all. bodies press close, but you know what sevika’s feels like. the heat of her blunt against your waist as her hands splay over it. pinky tucking into your waistband, breath hot on your neck as you mold together. cool fingers of her prosthetic pressing into your overheated skin, flesh hand sliding up under the cotton ribbons of your top and tracing the curve of your ribs.
“she’s looking,” sevika murmurs into your ear, because of course she can tell who you're dancing for, “corner to the left.”
you smile into her neck, use the angle to peek.
ellie’s looking alright. not exactly tucked away, just off to the side, flanked by some girl she obviously wasn’t paying attention to. her eyes are practically physical against your skin, and you arch into it. ellie doesn’t move, just laughs, like she knows what you’re doing. it makes your grin widen.
“how long until she’s over here?” you hum to sevika, letting her turn you. she just smirks, prosthetic hand landing at your hip and flesh hand cupping your ass.
“depends.” sevika replies, guiding your hips against her. her thigh slots between your legs, muscle tensing to catch your full attention. you can’t see ellie anymore, only sevika. the steel of her eyes, the cut of her jaw. your heels got you to her eye-level, and it’s a curse, because when she holds you like this? like she’s threading your soul through the loom of her ribs? like the bass from these shitty speakers could send you both back? you feel your breath catch—something soft, tender and unwelcome fills you.
“go rip her heart out, princess.” sevika murmurs, unraveling herself from your limbs as the song ends. her thumb smooths the ink at your hip, then she’s gone.
you watch her go, only for a second. let her take a part of you with her, a part you knew you’d go crawling back to her for. a new song hits the blown-out speakers behind you; bouncy, sparkly, unserious. you reach for a half-empty cup someone forgot on a table and throw it back. bitter. sharp. if you weren’t already tipsy, it might’ve made you flinch. you grab two more discarded cups, let whatever was in them—god you didn’t fucking care at this point—bury itself deep in your chest.
you see her in the corner of your eye, feel her breath on your back as she pulls you close. it doesn’t annoy you like it usually would, not when you have something you want to forget. ellie’s shorter, narrower, less confident in her movements with you. she’s feeling you out—it almost impresses you that she doesn’t try and replicate the grind from before. relieves you, really. she’s not copying. she’s not sevika.
she’s ellie.
ellie spins you, having to be on her tiptoes and the sight has a genuine giggle leaving you. her palms are low on your hips. the rings on her fingers are cool against your skin, lights dance across her freckled cheeks. you turn yourself on, slip into the glitter on your skin and the knowing smirk on your lips. the beat speeds up, your hips bounce to match it. ellie’s nonchalance is hard to control when you move like that, her eyes widening as your tits bounce directly in her face. you laugh; bouncy, sparkly, unserious. your fingers tangle in ellie’s auburn hair, and you tug her head back so her eyes can meet yours.
“better keep up, els. i’m not slowing down.” you grin down at her, press a teasing kiss to the apple of her cheek.
“you’re really gonna make me dance for it, princess?” ellie replies, her fingers tightening on your hips, pulling you flush against her. heat radiates between you, your belt catches on her shirt, tugs the fabric up. the music thumps around you, but all you can feel are ellie’s hands traveling up your sides, then back down to the globes of your ass.
you hum low in your throat, pleased, lean down to tug her earlobe between your teeth. ellie’s fingers dig harder into your backside and your joined rhythm stutters. your lashes flutter as you pull back, roll your hips against her hands and press glossy kisses down her neck.
“you’re doing alright,” you purr into the sweat of her skin, voice all sweet and smoke, “didn’t think you had it in you.”
ellie laughs, but it’s tight, husky, like you have your hand around her throat and she’s grateful for it. “you’ve got no fucking clue what i’ve got in me.”
“don’t i?” your head tilts, bottom lip catching beneath your teeth.
her mouth finds your throat then, hot open-mouthed kisses along the hinge of your jaw that makes your giggle sound like a purr. ellie nips at your skin, palm flattening and running up the expanse of your spine. blunt nails dig into the meat of your hips, and you arch into another breathless giggle. you could tell ellie was used to girls melting in her hands. mossy green eyes glint under the flashing LED’s with challenge, frustration. she wanted you to melt into her.
so cute.
“you’re adorable when you try,” you hum against her skin, “gonna prove yourself?”
ellie grins, eyes flashing with something you can’t name.
her head tips back, “you gonna let me?”
her voice maintains that husk, the kinda voice that knows what it’s doing and hopes you’ll notice. your lips brush hers, not gracing her with a kiss. she hasn’t earned it.
“depends,” you murmur against her lips, eyes meeting hers. hunger drawing out hunger. “you gonna cry if you can’t make me come?”
ellie’s breath catches, sharp and audible. her hands seize your waist, she crowds you against the back of a couch. her fingers flex around your skin, like you were the only thing keeping her tethered. her pupils are blown, pulled directly into your orbit and so, so close to spinning out. her restraint is something living between you, frayed and torn at the edges.
“only if you beg me to try again.” she mutters, just barely cocky, but her voice is rough, cracked open, like you’ve scraped the nerve raw. like that image of you, teasing and demanding, above her and untouched, has lodged somewhere behind her ribs and is starting to ache. you grin, slow and wicked. drag your nails up the slope of her neck and dig your fingers into her auburn hair. you tug her head back, watch her lashes flutter as you witness her feel it. not just arousal— no, no.
awe.
reverence.
that same dazed, fucked out reverence you live for.
“bathroom.” you whisper into her ear.
it makes ellie shiver.
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ellie’s kneeling on someone’s bathroom rug like it’s a house of worship and you’re the altar.
you didn’t even let her pull your skirt down, barely let her in the door before your hand was on her chest, muttering a kneel for me, baby that had ellie seeing stars.
her calloused fingers drag up your thighs, admiring the fucking length of them in your heels. one feathery platform is planted on the handle of a drawer behind ellie, the other keeping you balanced by her knee. you’re looking down at her with that same devastating confidence, the kind that had her practically begging and you hadn’t even kissed her yet.
ellie refocuses on your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses like she’s trying to map out every mole, stretch mark, every curve into her muscle memory. she feels the pulse in your thigh, presses her lips into it when it sends one up her own, slow and aching.
your skin is warm. it smells like mango, sweat, and the musk of your arousal. ellie doesn’t realize she’s sighing until you scoff above her, voice all sugar and steel.
“try not to fall in love, els.”
she grins, back to slow and lazy. ellie mouths the crease of your thigh, fingers digging into the meat of your ass to anchor herself. you’re not shaking yet. that’s fine. she wants to take her time. earn it. she licks a slow stripe up your slit, two fingers hooked in your thong. watches your clit twitch when her breath ghosts it. you aren’t waxed, just neatly trimmed, and ellie’s fingers run through your curls like it’s a surprise she couldn’t appreciate more.
“mm, same to you, princess.”
and she dives into you.
her tongue curls, her thumbs hold you open. the moan you let out is soft—barely there. but she hears it. she can feel you watching her. evaluating her. fuck is it fuel.
ellie flattens her tongue, lets your slick collect on the pink muscle until she’s curling it. pressing, massaging, dragging her face along your slit like she’s tasting something sacred. your thighs tense against her cheeks, she grips harder. her nose brushes your clit and you gasp, hand flying down to her hair. fingers thread through auburn strands again, nails rake along her scalp and ellie doesn’t stop.
because this is what she lives for. the break in control, the cues that tell her you’re real. vulnerable. hers.
just for tonight.
her lips wrap around your clit and she almost smirks when she hears one of your bangles hit the sink. your thigh is trembling over her shoulder, heel leaving the drawer to push her further into you. ellie watches you, your head tipped back and your teeth biting hard into your bottom lip. you let out another gasp—shaky, high, and ellie knows you didn’t mean to give it away because when you look down at her?
your eyes are furious.
not because you’re angry. no. because you’re cracking, and she sees it.
that glint behind your lashes, the glisten on your lip where your teeth missed their mark. ellie knows the difference between a girl playing performance and a girl slipping into need.
and fuck if it doesn’t go straight to her.
her pace slows for a second, teasing, letting her tongue flick soft and precise over your clit. she watches the defiance in your eyes crumble a little more with every pass. you try to steel yourself, try to arch your back like you’re in control again, but your knee buckles just slightly, and ellie feels it.
your fingers tug at her hair, another gasp escapes your lips and ellie moans into your clit. you finally rock into her, drag yourself over her tongue. she flattens it against your twitching bud again, meeting every roll of your hips as you ride her face and chase your high. it isn’t slow anymore, you aren’t playing nonchalant. you’re taking from her, and it’s mean. every rake of your nails against her scalp, the way your leg is curled around her as if to hold her there, it’s all for your use. your pleasure.
it’s fucking ruining her.
her own hips buck as she moans into you again, her boxers tight and sticky. she can’t get over it, the way you’re staring at her like you want to physically fight over how good she’s making you feel. ellie presses further into you, her lips wrap around your clit and suck.
“f–fuck! ellie—”
ellie groans.
your thighs clamp around her head, your hips stutter, and ellie takes it all because there’s genuinely nothing else she’d ever want to do. you said her name, and ellie heard enough about you to keep that fact harbored close to her chest like the prize it was.
her tongue loses rhythm for a second, not because she’s slipping, but because you are. she adjusts, dragging her mouth lower, then higher. her lips wrap around your cunt and suck like she wants to feel your orgasm down her throat. ellie feels your body lock up above her, catches your wrist before you can bring your hand to your mouth. pins it to the bathroom door when you try to move it anyways. your body arches, heel digging into ellie’s back, fingers gripping her scalp so hard you could leave a bald spot and she’d just shrug.
your hips roll instinctively, dragging ellie through it with you as the orgasm hits deep, a hot electric pulse that extends to your fingertips. ellie groans again, fucking shakes, like she can feel every wave of it hit her spine.
you pull her away, ellie staring up at you with her chin glistening and a wide smirk on her face.
“still adorable?”
you don’t answer, but your hips twitch. and that’s reply enough for ellie.
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you’re stumbling into your apartment, kicking off your platforms and trying not to think about ellie kneeled before you, chin shiny with your release. the way you crumbled so fucking easily. it made something hot, angry, competitive settle in your chest.
you clamber down the hallway, find her door and don’t even knock.
sevika’s room is bathed in an orange glow. she’s leaning against her headboard, reading something. her prosthetic off and on her desk. steel grey eyes take you in, the wobble in your knees, the flush on your cheeks. you slip out of your clothes, thrust a hand in a pile of laundry she’s yet to fold and tug on one of her shirts. it's warm, coats you in sevika's scent and makes you let out a long sigh.
“that bad?” sevika rumbles from her spot on the bed. you laugh, soft and bitter.
“worse,” you’re climbing in next to her, nudging her arm open so she can press you against her chest. “it was fucking amazing.”
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