SUMMARY: You entered the Love Island villa ready to turn a few heads, never expecting the one connection that would take the longest to earn would be with Toph Beifong—a connection she soon finds herself willing to risk everything else for.
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Synopsis: A vacation, Piña Colada’s, drunk texts and a solution to Ellie’s art block.
WC: 5.2k
Warnings: +18 MDNI, sexting, fingering, sex on camera, sub!reader, Ellie’s perch but so is reader(trademark)
“Ok, what about this?” Ellie sat in front of the half painted flower, using a tiny canvas to swatch her colors, soft music playing in the back. She turned to Dina, showing her the third swatch of purple “I don’t see a difference.”
“Oh my god!” Ellie groaned, the showcase was now about four weeks away and yet here she was with a still unfinished piece. “I’m not good at that stuff, you know this! I just handle your emails and calls, not the heavy duty.” Dina joked, she sat with her laptop open on Ellie’s bed, typing away.
“Maybe I’m not cut out for this shit, maybe I should go back to the farm-”
“Ah! Don’t start with that shit.” Dina rose from her spot, trotting over to the girl covered in paint. She placed a heavy hand on her shoulder “Look I know it’s not easy, Els, but you’re being way too hard on yourself.”
“You just sold a painting for a hundred and fifty thousand and it’s only up from here, don’t back out now just because you feel a bit overwhelmed.” If there was one thing Dina was good at, it was making the girl feel like she was constantly overreacting; which was true most of the time, Ellie just couldn’t stand to admit that.
“I know I asked you to be my manager and everything but you’re starting to sound like my old man,” Dina gave her a light shoulder punch before wandering further into the room.
It was swatch after swatch, yet nothing felt right. “God, I hate color theory.” She grumbled, staring down at the paints on her messy pallete, her brows furrowed as she tried to dicipher what the fuck she was even doing.
“Hey, your new neighbour’s kinda hot.” It made her heart jump out of slight jealousy, she didn’t turn around, just continued to fight with the pallette before. “Yeah, I noticed.”
You sat at your vanity, big curlers in your hair, a pretty pink silk robe with feathers lining the end — probably one of your favourite — as you fixed your makeup for the third time.
“That shit really pissed me off, what do you mean I can’t carry a dildo in my carry on? It’s fucking plastic.” You and Penny had planned to stream at your place, courtesy of the fact she desperately wanted to see your new place. So here you sat on the phone with the girl who just landed, having discourse over her TSA experience.
“It’s fear of the unknown, you know how people get when they don’t understand something.” You shrugged, applying your mascara that would be ruined by the end of the night.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now? What am I supposed to do? Belinda was so special to me, god I hate airports.”
“Are you about to cry-”
“No. Yes. Belinda!” Penny yelled, you did your best to contain your laughter searching through your pile of makeup for your blush. “What’s your ETA Penn's?” You giggled.
“Fuck if I know, this uber keeps driving past me. I’m right fucking here, asshole.” She huffed, you lightly packed the pink powder beneath your eyes. “That’s the third time, I’m gonna kill this guy!”
“You know what, I’ll leave you to it.”
“Prick!” You heard her yell one last time before you hung up the phone, you turned your attention over to your neighbour. Ellie sat frustrated in front of the painting she moved into her room a few days ago, very evidently struggling to complete it.
You grabbed your phone, a few days ago you managed to exchange numbers with the girl — of course after frantically apologizing for the show you put on a few nights prior, lying about it being mere phone sex but Ellie knew what was really going on — asking her to check on the pups while you ran errands on certain occasions.
You typed up a short message, wanting to talk to the girl before being occupied for the night, though before you hit send you looked back up to find her joined by another dark haired woman. Your heart sank, was she seeing someone?
You bit the inside of your cheek, shutting your phone off and heading to your living room.
“That’s it, I give up for the day.” Ellie said, finally defeated. The time read ‘12:16AM’, she’s been in front of the canvas all day and had barely made any progress. “Fuck me, I haven’t got shit done!”
“Mmm! Stop yelling.” Dina mumbled, she’d curled up in Ellie’s bed, made herself more than comfortable before falling asleep. Then again she was up all day answering emails for not just Ellie but another small company she worked for, she once told Dina that she had too much on her plate to which she replied.
“You over stuff yourself now to not be hungry later, the more I work now, the less I worry later.”
To which Ellie responded “Yeah, it’s an all you can eat restaurant, I’d be damned if I wasn’t full later.”
Ellie quickly tiddied her spot, emptying the water glass and rinsing the brushes. She shut her curtains and tucked Dina into bed “Night, night stupid.” She whispered.
Ellie carried her laptop into the living room along with a pillow and blanket, thankfully when she first moved in Dina convinced her to not have an open concept living room and invest in a soft couch. She sighed as she laid down on the sofa, opening her laptop.
Curiosity getting the best of her, she quickly connected her headphones, revisiting the incognito tab and managing to retrace her steps back to your webpage; to her surprise, you were live right now.
It was almost disgusting how quickly she opened the stream, her heart skipping a beat when she realized you were with that girl again, Penny was it?
Your hair was done all cute and curly, your makeup done and a cute but very short silk nightgown to top it all off. That however couldn’t distract her enough from the position you were currently in, your head against the pillows as you held one leg into your chest and the other pressed into the mattress by Penny as she worked three fingers into you.
“How do you manage to always get such a soaked princess? It’s almost like a talent of yours.” One thing about Penny was that she was mean, it’s what she was known for on her streams. She didn’t play around, everyone else she collabed with knew she ran a tight ship.
Though with you, she was way soft. Some people weren’t buying it at first, but soon it became your staple; you were the mean girl's soft spot. “For you, Penny, I’m easy like Sunday fucking morning- God!” You whimpered, reaching down to hold onto her wrist — desperately trying to ground yourself.
Your eyes were shut tight, feeling the waterworks starting to run. From both your eyes and sopping cunt, and as if almost on cue, Penny stopped. Showing the camera the mess you made on her fingers, you whined at the loss of friction. “Penny,” you whined, hoping she’d turn her attention back to you.
“Don’t be fucking greedy,” She hovered over you, using one hand for leverage and the other to grope your tit. Leaning down to give you a short kiss before pulling away completely, “Besides,” she hopped off the bed and over to the bag she left open in the corner of your room.
You sat up, all pouty looking, you were nothing short of spoiled by the girl and god did it look good on you.
Ellie could feel her heartbeat again, the same two reoccur spots; her chest, where her heart felt ready to burst through her ribcage and her puss, the ever so unpleasant feeling she loved so much.
“Oh my god.” Your jaw dropped as Penny climbed back into the bed “This my friends, is big Bertha!” Penny held up a clear pink double ended dildo to the camera happily.
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“Ask and you shall receive, on your back, pretty girl.”
Before anything could happen, Ellie was pulled from her focus on the two of you “You’re still up?” She heard through her headphones, quickly slamming the laptop shut and ripping the headphones off her head.
“Dina, oh my god.” The girl stood over her, her hair messy. “What- What’re you doing up?” Ellie asked, frightened and a bit nervous as to almost being caught.
“I had to piss, why’re you up?”
“Can’t sleep.” Which was a half truth, she couldn’t sleep because of how indulged she was in your work. “Hmm, well your neighbour was also starting to get a bit loud, mind if I crash out here?”
“Yeah, yeah sure.” Ellie made room on the opposite side of the couch, the two of them now curled up on an armrest trying to get some rest. “Oh my god, can you hear that? Wait, shhh!” The two of them stayed as quiet as possible, it was you, your whines of pleasure bleeding through the walls; Dina could only imagine how your actual neighbours felt.
“Jesus Christ, they’re like rabbits!” Ellie chewed on the dead skin around her fingernails, imagining the faces you were probably making right now.
-
“We should go on a vacation together, I say we do down south, no pun intended.” The two of you sat outside an ice cream parlour, yet you were too distracted by the thought of Ellie with that girl from yesterday.
Has she ever mentioned a girlfriend, or a situationship even? Did you miss some sort of sign or signal? She knocked on your door first, was she just trying to be nice?
“Hello? Earth to the prettiest princess?” Penny waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your rampant thoughts. “What.” You blinked.
“I said let’s go on a girls trip, pretty island? Have you been listening to anything I’m saying right now, like at all?” You hesitated before shaking your head, stabbing her spoon into her scoop of cherry gelato — very on brand — she rested her elbows on the table, leaning in trying to read you.
“What’s up, you’ve been in deep thoughts since I got here. What’s on your mind?” You shrugged, unsure of how to tell her you may have a small crush on your neighbour.
“Is it- your neighbour?” You perked up, it seems like you weren’t being mysterious enough. “There it is.”
“How can you tell?” You lifted your spoon, playing around with the melting ice cream. “For one, when I couldn’t find my phone this morning I used yours to call it-”
“You went through my phone?”
“No bitch, you left your messages open. Did I read the text between you two? Maybe, but it was your fault.”
“Wha-”
“You also as a reflex tried to look out the window multiple times last night before realizing the curtains were closed, is she judging you? Making you feel uncomfortable?” Penny asked, biting down on the red plastic spoon.
One thing about Penny was that the ‘mean persona’ she had on camera wasn’t for just the camera’s; Penny was actually mean. “You know me, I’ll march down there and rip her a new one.”
“No! No, you don’t have to do that,” You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed, you were glad to have someone like Penny by your side but sometimes it could get a little embarrassing watching her go off on people for you.
“She’s just, really cute and I think I messed up. I forgot to close my curtains the first night I streamed and I-”
“Oh, so you like her.” You felt your face warm up, looking down at your nails which were in need of a refill. “I’m not sure, I haven't really talked to her. Plus I think I saw her girlfriend last night.” It made your heart heavy,
“Girlfriend? How’d you figure that out?”
“Dunno, there was this girl there yesterday-“
“You see one girl in her apartment and all of a sudden she has a girlfriend? And what about you, she saw you finger yourself on camera? You don’t think she thinks you’re seeing someone?” You recalled the moment you told the girl or was just phone sex, now you were sat with immense guilt — would she even want to talk to you?
“Hey, maybe we should go on that trip.”
“Is that all you’re worried about-”
“Ah! Hear me out, we go on the trip and you ask her to pet sit. You ask to visit her, speak and you can peek around her place. Be a bit nosey.” If it was possible, there’d be a lightbulb lighting up above your head. “You’re so fucking right!”
“I’m just that genius.”
-
“I’m so sick of this shit.” Ellie stood before her piece, the leaves had gained their color but the flower itself remained blank. The white canvas was almost intimidating, it made her stomach churn in fear; that’s when her phone went off.
pretty girl nextdoor: r u busy ??
Ellie smiled to herself, typing away a response.
els (hot neighbour ?): not at all.
pretty girl nextdoor: can i swing by?
pretty girl nextdoor: wanted to talk
els (hot neighbour ?): sure, c’mon by.
Now here you stood, the door felt ten times bigger than you. You put on something cute, a pair of frilly bloomers and a tube top, your hair littered with tiny ribbons; were you really just trying to talk?
You knocked, three times, a gentle but firm knock. You felt your heart racing, were you over dressed? Under-dressed? Was the dark haired girl still here? Maybe this was ring for you to do, maybe you should turn back-
“Hey,” Ellie greeted you, snapping you out of your trance. “Hi!” You smiled. She let you in, stepping aside to open the door, her place was so different from yours.
She had paint brushes everywhere, paint splatters across blank walls. It was messy, almost like she’d thrown her own personality across the room. “Wow.” You whispered.
“Sorry it’s not pretty looking, I’ve been working, no time to clean.” She slipped past you, heading into her kitchen. “That’s ok.” You followed.
“Want something to drink?” She offered, opening her fridge. You sat at the kitchen island, taking in your surroundings trying to grasp any details that may scream ‘she has a girlfriend’. “Water, please.”
She placed the glass before you, filled with water. She stood across from you, fidgeting in her spot as usual “You had something you wanted to ask me?” You took a sip before speaking.
“I just- I wanted to ask- I’m travelling soon, and I can’t exactly take the pups with me. I was wondering if you could pet sit for me while I’m gone? Won’t be more than five days I promise, and they’re so well behaved!” You pleaded, clasping your hands together, Ellie felt her heart jump, seeing you almost beg was kinda new to her.
“Your girlfriend won’t mind, would she?” You had no idea where that came from, taken back by the sentence yourself “girlfriend?” She chuckled, surprised. “Yeah the Uhm- the brunette, she was here yesterday-”
“Oh, you mean my manager.” If you weren’t embarrassed before, you definitely were now. “That’s Dina, we’ve been friends for years. She handles all the important stuff for me, I just do the painting.” Your heart was in your ass right about now, you felt the urge to just throw up across the island counter.
“Did you, think I had a girlfriend?” She asked, leaning against the counter waiting for you to respond. “I mean- I was expecting you to.” She was hot, any passerby could tell, a pretty face like that does not go unsat.
“I don’t know if I’m supposed to be flattered or offended?” She giggled, you smiled sheepishly, trying to make due out of the awkward situation.
“I can watch them for you.” You perked up, you’d completely forgotten the initial reason you wanted to talk to her about, feeling guilty about the whole situation. “Yeah, yeah that’d be great!”
Sooner or later you were dropping the pups off at her place, explaining their routines and habits to the girl. “They’ll be good, I promise.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Once you left, Ellie spent time in front of the canvas as per usual — now talking to the pups about her little art block. “What do you guys think, hmm?” She had jaws in her arms while biggie sat at her feet panting. “Not really talkers I guess, it’s ok, probably just nerves.” She said, placing Jaws back on the floor.
“You know, your mom is a real catch- or, fuck I hate that.” She chewed on the dead skin around her finger nails. “Not like, in a weird way, she’s great! Cute, a bit awkward but so am I. She’s like a dream come true.” Ellie turned back to find the two dogs fast asleep in her bed, she scoffed.
“I’m not that fucking boring!”
-
You and Penny were enjoying your time away from home, though you couldn’t help but worry about Ellie and the pups; hopefully they weren’t causing her too much trouble.
els (hot neighbour ?): don’t even worry, they’re on their best behaviour!
you smiled at the text, typing up a response “You’re not seriously texting her again are you?” Penny stood in the mirror, trying to get her beach waves just right “Maybe.” You muttered, Penny huffed, dropping her curling iron on the vanity, strutting over to you and snatching your phone.
“We're gonna drink tonight, you’re not gonna text her until tomorrow. We’re here to have a good time.” She stated.
That evening would probably be hell if you could remember it, you and Penny had drink after drink, Penny flirted her way into more drink with some of the bartenders and other tourists. You were just keen on keeping your piña colada streak going.
It wasn’t until you were whining on Penny's shoulder how tired you were that she brought you back to the room, throwing up twice and sprawling across the mattress. “M’gonna see if I can get my pussy ate, I’ll be right back.” She smiled before leaving, Penny was always better at handling her liquor than you were; but it did always make for better sex.
The mere thought caused you to sit up, a strong tingle between your legs and some sort of arousal in your nipples; that was new.
You stripped down, now bare you decided to take a few pictures to send to Penny with hopes of luring her back to your room.
You squeezed your tits together, taking a quick photo, your face looked pouty, bratty — a perfecting calling almost. Without hesitation you hit send, though while you waited you decided to get to work on yourself, laying back and pumping two fingers in and out of yourself slowly.
Ellie sat in front of the canvas again, the pups had fallen asleep in her living room this time leaving her in her own room to think; her worst nightmare.
Her gut felt as if it was filled with moths, everytime she came back to the painting it made her more and more uneasy. Though the thoughts were brought to a complete stop when her phone pinged, it was you.
Happily, she opened the notification, anticipating a cute beach photo or some kind of update, though when she was met with a picture of your bare tits which you purposely squeezed together, she didn’t know how to react.
Though it seemed her puss had a different idea.
She didn’t know how many times she’d came, she stopped keeping count after the third but she couldn’t help herself; your recent stream with Penny was on replay for her.
“Fuck me.” She mumbled, watching you and Penny share the clear pink toy mindlessly. Your mind was almost mush at this point, you were sure if you tilted your head far enough it'd come pouring out.
She watched the two of you struggle to maintain a proper pace, you were too fucked to keep up and Penny was too amused to slow down.
Ellie could only imagine being able to simply racist you for one night, she wouldn’t be as mean nor as rough as Penny, not unless you asked. She’d be gentle yet firm, keeping you in a constant reassurance that you’d get what you needed.
She’d eat you out like there’s no tomorrow, letting you sit on her face till her sinus couldn’t forget your smell. Your cries would be music to her ears, replaying them in her mind whenever she missed you; you were like this fungi growing all over her brain, you were taking over her life slowly.
-
“Ok but really, you should’ve called me last night. You know I would’ve never let you touch yourself alone.” Penny whined, the two of you sat on beach chairs, kicked back and basking in the sun.
“I tried to, you didn’t answer.” You huffed, taking a sip from the makeshift pineapple cup filled with the sweet Piña Colada You’d been enjoying your whole trip, “No the fuck you didn’t,” Penny quickly searched her phone, looking for any messages you’d sent her recently.
“I sent you a photo of my boobs Penny, you saw it.” You whined, opening your own phone to prove her wrong — that’s when you realized the photo had made it to the wrong chat.
You shot up, from your relaxed spot, staring at the message you’d gotten from your neighbour.
els (hot neighbour ?): i dont think this was meant for me?
Your heart dropped, opening your phone you were met with the rather raunchy image you’d meant to send Penny in the private messages between you and Ellie. “Fuck!”
“What? What is it?” You turned the phone to Penny, she read the messages and laughed.
“It’s not funny!” You whined, burying your face in your beach towel. You felt your heart racing, not because you were embarrassed for sending them, but because you were sure she didn’t appreciate them either.
“What if she thinks I’m a whore?” You dragged. “Hate to break it to you babe, you kinda are.”
You sat up, jaw dropped at her response “Not because of our occupation, but because of how slutty you get when you get fucked.”
“Fuck you.” you threw your towel at her, . “Don’t think of it as a bad thing, she’s probably just being polite? You were drunk anyway.”
“I know! But like, what if she doesn’t want me?”
“Oh my god girl, get a grip.”
“She sent you fucking what?” Dina paused, dropping her spoon into the bowl of cereal before her. “Yeah, I don’t know either.”
“Ok, well you’re watching her dogs, and she sent you a tit pic? She clearly wants you.”
“No- no, she was probably drunk, maybe it was meant for someone else.” Ellie wouldn’t lie and say she didn’t like the photo, but you were obviously very out of it from how low your eyes were; did it lead her to your trusty site where your pussy was on full display? Possibly.
“You’re sure she wasn’t thinking about you?” Dina asked, scraping her spoon across the bottom of the milk filled bowl. “I don’t know, either way, it’s not my problem.” She sighed, leaning against the counter, thinking.
“Ok, well how’s the painting going? We have a few weeks left before the showcasing, any progress?” Ellie’s heart dropped, she was going through a serious art block — she’d spend late nights sitting in front of the half painted canvas, unsure of what color to even start with for the centre flower.
Dina was counting on her, to somehow bring something priceless to the table in hopes of impressing buyers. “It’s good- great actually, almost done, I promise.” A fucking lie.
“Good, the Nelson’s are counting on us, on you. We’ll be out in Seattle-”
“Seattle?” Ellie perked up, she knew the showcasing would be on location, she just didn’t think Seattle of all places. “Oops.”
“We’re going to fucking Seattle? Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, Dina rose from her spot at the kitchen island, bringing her bowl to the sink. “Because I knew you’d say no.”
“Yeah-”
“Look, you don’t have to worry about that fucking painters guild, or whatever they are-“
“Washington Frontiers? They sell pretty big pieces Dina, almost eight hundred thousand, I’m not gonna make a fucking dime.” Ellie tucked her arms over her chest, now feeling a bit more doubtful about her piece.
“So you have beef with them-”
“Not them, Abby.”
“Ok whatever, you don’t need to focus on making a million dollars, you just need to make a sale. You can do that, I know you can.” She reassured, Ellie scratched the back of her neck before starting to pace, slowly. “Fine, fine. When’s our flight?” She asked, obviously defeated.
“Thursday, Friday is the setup, Saturday the showing, Sunday there’s a little after party and we’re back here on Monday.” Ellie groaned, throwing her head back in annoyance.
“Hey, you need to make connections. Don’t get mad at me cause you’re so introverted.”
“I hate you.”
“Your favourite and only manager loves you too.”
After Dina had left, Ellie sat in front of the canvas in her room again. The Jaws and Biggie were surprisingly quiet, they enjoyed Dina’s company but weren’t at all too rowdy. Opening her phone again, it led her back to the text she sent you, still no response.
Scrolling up, she decided to delete the photo from her end, holding down and getting ready to delete it on her end —- that’s when her little light bulb went off. Looking between the canvas and her phone, she held the photo up to the empty space that desperately needed paint.
“Holy fuck.” She whispered, quickly scattering to find her paints and the perfect brush; the idea had finally come to her.
-
You stood outside the girls apartment, a bit embarrassed but you had to pick up the pups. You knocked, hesitantly, waiting felt like a death sentence, would she just let the dogs out and shut the door in your face? Was she gonna be awkward about it?
You were startled, pulled from your thoughts as she swung the door open. “Hey!” She smiled, she was covered in paint splatters. “Hi,” you greeted, the two of you standing in silence for a moment as the girl caught her breath.
“Oh! The pups, sorry- come in, I forgot to get their stuff together.” She let you in, the place had large sheets across the floor, covered in paint splatters, almost a complete replica of herself. “Hard at work?” You asked, Biggie and Jaws running to greet you. “Hello babies.” You kneeled down, smiling as the two sat before you, giving them both a good scratch.
“Yeah, sorry I know the place is a mess but trust me, they didn’t get into any paint. I swear.” She brought the duffel bag to you, watching as you greeted your two fur babies.
Standing from your spot on the ground, you smiled “Good, I hope they weren’t a handful.”
“Not at all, better behaved than I am.” She joked, you both chuckled. There was tension, even if it was minor but you didn’t want to address it just yet. “Uh, you don’t mind helping me bring the bag back to mine do you?” Ellie turned red in the face, embarrassed? Nerves?
“Yeah, yeah sure I can do that.” She gave you a tight lipped smile, following you to your apartment you told her all about your trip. The pretty beach, the palm trees, the Piña Colada’s all of it — or most of it.
“Sounds like a blast.” She said, gently placing the bag on your island counter. Biggie and Jaws took off to your room leaving the two of you alone. “Look I Uhm- wanted to apologize about you know, I was drunk. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, wrong receiver is all.”
Once Ellie had left, you sat in your bed for hours, trying to decide whether or not you should start up a steam or just text the girl next door; regardless there was a warmth growing between your legs and it would get dealt with.
pretty girl nextdoor: hey,,,,,,,
It was so obviously a booty call, anyone from mars could see it.
els (hot neighbour ?): hey :)
You bit the inside of your cheek, should you even try? You laid back against your silk pillows, squeezing your thighs together as you typed away.
pretty girl nextdoor: wanted to apologize again
els (hot neighbour ?): ur good dont even worry abt it
pretty girl nextdoor: can I ask u a question?
els (hot neighbour ?): sure, shoot.
pretty girl nextdoor: did u like them?
pretty girl next door: be honest with me
Your heart was racing and pussy throbbing, anticipation was killing you. Watching those three little bubbles pop up and disappear about four times, you shouldn’t have asked.
You sighed, before you could shut your phone off and roll over she finally texted back.
els (hot neighbour ?): yes, I did.
You felt heat rise in many places, a small smile creeping onto your lips.
pretty girl next door: wanna see them again?
els (hot neighbour ?): please.
-
Ellie couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty after the whole thing, but you did manage to help her get through her art block. She was finally glazing over the painting she’d spent weeks working on; she was surprisingly proud of the piece seeing as it usually took her way longer than to complete something of this scale.
As she was finishing up, she got a call from her favourite manager.
“Dina.”
“How’s my favourite artist?” Ellie smiled to herself. “Favourite? Did you and Jesse get back together?”
“God, don’t bring him up. Anyways, the Nelson’s showed me the hotel they have booked for us and Ellie, you’re in for a treat.” Ellie could feel butterflies fill her stomach, she knew it was a pretty big opportunity she was just surprised that her sponsors had so much faith in her.
“That's great!”
“You’re doing great Els, as long as you keep this up we’re on a road to beautiful fortune!” Dina's smile could be heard through the the phone, she was very evidently ecstatic about the whole thing.
“Oh, I’m getting a call, I’ll talk to you soon. Later Els!” Was the last thing Ellie had heard before the phone cut off.
She shoved her phone in her pocket, standing in front of the completed canvas. It was like a weight lifted off of her shoulders to finally have the piece done, the flower was gorgeous — thanks to you and your gorgeous tits — now she had to pray that someone would be hella interested in buying it.
It was your first real move, your first apartment wasn’t far from your parents house, unfortunately, so when the opportunity to move somewhere far, far away presented itself you were gone with the wind.
The apartment you found was perfect, a big one bedroom flat with many windows. Though the two windows in your room were directly across from someone else’s apartment, it didn’t take away from the views you had in your living room.
You signed the lease, got the keys and you were letting the movers bring your boxes in, in no time. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone in such a big spot like this.” One of the movers joked, you rolled your eyes.
“You should have someone strong around to protect you.” He flexed his biceps in some corny manner, trying to flatter you somehow; yet it only seemed to give you the ick.
“No need.” You whistled, first came jaws, a tiny puppy you’d recently picked up from the pound. He was an absolute sweetheart and you clicked with him from the first time you met him “I have Jaws!” You smiled, now holding the pup in your arms.
“This little guy? He doesn’t seem like he’d hurt a fly!” The himbo in front of you folded his arms over his chest. “Who said I just had one?” You whistled once more “Binks!” You called, to which came running a larger dog.
“Holy shit.” He took a step back, the Rottweiler sat at your feet, panting happily. “Binks is three in a few weeks, she’s friendly, trust me.” Binks was another rescue, she was always so friendly with new people but she knew when playtime was just about over.
“I think we’re just fine here, thanks though!” You forced a smile.
Once the men were done moving everything in, you spoke with their supervisor, making sure everything was taken care of. “Oh and the spare you gave us will be taken care of, we have special services that repurpose any keys that aren’t needed.” You furrowed your brows, it was suspicious but you didn’t want to argue it too much.
They had an option for you to allow them a spare key in case you weren’t home for them to move you stuff in, which sounded reasonable at first but now, you were starting to regret it.
“Are you sure that’s, you know, safe? Legal even-”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll be melt down my eleven tonight. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled, he seemed set on it — probably some sort of commission, maybe it was just part of the job. Though something did feel off about it, you let it go.
You planned how you wanted to decorated the place but of course, that wouldn’t get done until atleast the end of the week. So instead you decorated your room the best you could, hell you even went as far as setting up your desk and cam stuff to maybe even stream a little; get a bit of extra pocket change.
Sitting in front of your laptop with the website pulled up, you were just about ready to go live and then you remembered, turning slowly to the window, you had no curtains.
“Fuck me!” You got up, walking over to the window you analyze your neighbours room. Whoever they were, they had a lot of cool stuff lying around and an easel? Did you manage to move in next door to a painter?
As if on cue, you saw through the open bedroom door the hallway light turned on. You decided to keep watching, so you did just that, crossing your arms over your chest as you observed.
It was a girl, maybe around your age, she was cute you wouldn't lie, but she looked stressed. She didn’t notice you — not yet at least — she tossed down her side bag and began rummaging through the place.
Searching for something until she seemingly found it, a sketchpad? She dropped it down onto the desk in front of the parallel window, still too focused to notice you, she began flipping through the pages clearly muttering to herself.
It wasn’t until she stood up straight, running her hands through her hair, her eyes caught yours and she froze. Now this, this was awkward, the girl was very clearly embarrassed to be caught brainstorming whatever it was she was doing and you — you were people watching, a normal occurrence for you actually.
You both blinked a few times before you decided to give her a small wave and smile, hoping to come off as friendly. She looked behind her then back to you before pointing at herself; she couldn’t be this dense?
You nodded your head, giggling to yourself; cute, probably talented and funny? What a score.
She nervously waved back, you came up with the smart idea to open the window. Looking down at the locks you tried to decipher them before attempting just to make yourself not look stupid, fucking architectures and their complex living designs.
You thought, why not ask your neighbour? Turning your attention back to her you were met with closed curtains, your stomach sank, was it something you’d done? You tried to shrug it off and sat back at your desk, it ruined your mood, even if you could stream you didn’t even really want to anymore.
You typed up a short announcement for your page, letting your fans and followers know that you’d be back in a few days due to your location move. With that, you shut your laptop and plopped down into your bed, Jaws joining you shortly after.
“Hey bud,” you whispered, scratching behind his ear as he flopped over next to you. “I’m not that mean looking, am I Jaws?” You joked, slowly falling asleep as the thought of the girl pacing her room filled your mind.
On the other hand, Ellie was up late, she’d sold one of her pieces earlier that evening but that only meant she had to get to work on her next big thing. “Shit.” She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands pulling at her roots and her knees bouncing.
She could do Salt Lake City, a pretty portrait of what the place would look like post apocalyptic? No, that was too childish. She could do something displaying her personal struggle, but that would be too telling; she didn’t want people to know her personally.
There was so much she could think of but nothing felt right to her, she sighed, laying back in her bed and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck my life.” She muttered, she sat in silence for a bit before turning back to closed curtains.
She felt bad for abruptly cutting of your interaction but she knew she needed her focus, though she was curious, the last person that lived there had their blinds closed all the time; Maybe she should’ve been a bit warmer.
Ellie rose from her spot, slowly walking over to the closed curtains taking a breath before peeking through them. Your room was now dark, but she could still make out your sleeping silhouette on the bed and the small dog you had curled up next to you. “Awe.” She smiled to herself, Ellie had always wanted a dog growing up but Joel had always deemed her ‘not responsible enough’ to handle one.
She stood there watching you, not in a creepy pervy way — maybe just a little bit — but in admiration. You were stunning from what she caught a glimpse from earlier, it made her kinda nervous to have someone as pretty as you just next door.
She sat at her desk, opening her signature sketchbook and beginning to scribble. It was you, your silhouette at the window earlier and you now resting next to your pup, she also drew a small portrait of you with your smile and pretty nose.
All it was missing was your eyes, she couldn’t recall what they looked like and it pissed her off. She spent all night trying to get them right but she couldn’t; she fell asleep at her desk trying to perfect your portrait but alas, her body betrayed her.
You spent the next few days unpacking, Jaws and Binks being your extra set of hands, or paws you should say.
You sat on your couch, Jaws in your lap as you watched ‘Love island’ for the first time. “What the fuck is this.” You muttered to yourself about a hundred times while watching it but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from the screen.
Just as you were about to try and find something else to put on there was a light knock at your door. Jaws was quick to start barking and run to the door, you chuckled. “Alright Jaws, I heard it too.” Padding your way to the door, you weren’t expecting anyone? Who dares disturb you while you're so busy?
When you opened it, you were taken back by the girl before you.
“Hi.” She smiled, very obviously nervous. You gave her a soft smile in return. “Hello.” You greeted playfully.
“I, uh-” She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. “Sorry, I’m Ellie.” She greeted, sticking her hand out for you to chase, you tilted your head to the side.
“Are you gonna open your eyes, babe?” You giggled, she did, blinking a few times before putting her hand back down. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” You introduced yourself, your name echoing through her head as you smiled at her. She couldn’t collect her thoughts in time, you looked down at her other hand that was pretty preoccupied.
“Is that-” It was a try of two drinks and a small brown paper bag, had she gotten you breakfast? “Oh, yes. Yeah, I didn’t know if you drank coffee or liked tea, so I got you a hot chocolate. Can’t go wrong with that.” She handed you the cup, her hands stained with colors which confirmed your suspicions from the other night; she was a painter.
“Still warm.” It melted your heart, not completely, but you did feel that sting at the back of your throat; the one that only meant one thing, tears.
“I also brought you something to go with it, a croissant, freshly baked.” She handed you the folded paper bag, breakfast in bed? She was pulling so many strings.
“This is so sweet, thank you, what do I owe this pleasure?” She smiled.
“Nothing, I just wanted to properly introduce myself to my new neighbour. I wasn’t all that nice the other night.” She fidgeted in her spot, kicking the ground.
“Don’t apologize, I was- people watching. I’m sorry.” Her apologetic eyes made your stomach jump, something about her was just so intriguing and you wanted to find out what it was. “Uh- would you, like to come in?” You opened the door a bit wider, trying to invite her in.
“I would- love to but I have a meeting with a couple buyers.” She spoke with her hands, it was cute, like a t-Rex with their signature tiny hands.
“Buyers?” You raised a brow, it sounded like what she did was very important. “Yeah, I do art. Well not do, I make art, well- I paint.” She corrected.
“Oh I see,” You smiled, an idea coming to mind. “Well I don’t wanna hold you here any longer, don’t want you to be late or anything.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I’ll see you around then?” You asked and she nodded, you bid your goodbyes, as she was heading to the elevator you stuck your head out the door one last time.
“Ellie?” You called, she spun around on her heel, stopped in her tracks. “Maybe you could paint me one day?” You could see the color rise to her cheeks, before she could answer you, you started again.
“You know, like one of your French girls? If you catch my drift?” You smiled wide before disappearing into your apartment.
Ellie’s mind was filled with nothing more than your silhouette, your smell, your smile and your eyes. Sitting in the small conference room, her coffee had gone cold and she’d barely drunk it “like one of your French girls?” She whispered to herself for the thousandth time, smiling to herself; were you flirting with her?
“Ellie?” She turned to Dina, her best friend and basically manager “Can you do this?” She asked, her voice was stern, this was serious. Of course Ellie had sold the painting at the gallery from the night before but now she needed to solidify the price and figure out if they had any other inquiries.
“Yeah, yeah, I got this. In the bag.” She slouched back in her chair, trying to play it cool but the blush that started at your apartment never really went away. “We’re so fucked.” Dina sighed quietly as the buyers entered the room.
“Mister and Misses Nelson! Hello, how are you?” Dina put on her best ‘servicing voice’ she called it — just another way of her saying customer service tone, but she’d never admit that — greeting the married couple.
“I’ve got this.” Ellie reassured herself quietly.
Ellie bursted through her apartment door, tossing down her side bag and shrugging off the sweater she wore. “Fucking idiot.” Kicking her shoes off, she began to pace, now you’d think that she flunked the sale, that the Nelsons walked out and she didn’t get a single penny; well that’s not the case.
She sold, and it was huge, the Nelsons brought in her biggest cheque to date. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars, her chest tightened when she heard it; she was always so used to a mere three thousand, eight thousand, and on some occasions maybe ten thousand, but this? This was big.
That wasn’t the cause of her panic, no, the Nelsons wanted more than the one piece. They’d offered her a contract, they wanted her to do three more pieces.
They’d pay her twenty-five thousand a piece, present them at a high end showcase and go 75/25 on the finalized prices — and no she wasn’t on the short end of the deal, they were giving her most of the profits.
The only issue, Ellie’s pieces as of late had been lack luster in her eyes. Stuff she wouldn’t even sell on eBay in her opinion, the deal was perfect, she couldn’t just pass it up but how the fuck was she supposed to get out of an art block that she’s been facing for almost two months now?
She hadn’t realized she paced herself right into her room, maybe it was for the best because the first thing that popped into her mind was you. Curiously, she sat at her desk, same sketchbook, same spot, now though your environment had changed.
You had curtains now, a pretty pink with a leopard print decorating it, though you hadn’t closed them.
You sat in front of your webcam, wearing nothing more than a large t-shirt and your underwear. You felt lazy tonight, but you had a small fanbase to feed.
Sugama12 left a $25 dollar donation! -> you look so cute tonight.
“Awe you’re so sweet, I’m still unpacking so no special outfit tonight. Can you guys forgive me?” You pouted to the camera, waiting for something to come in.
user398760826: of course !!!
wetpussluvr9: flash us ur tits and maybe we will?
pinksilicone✓ left a $75 dollar donation! -> glad to see you back baby, I know ur hiding that delicious cunt from us.
You rolled your eyes playfully “Penny,” you whined, you made mutuals with Penny when you first started, she taught you everything you needed to know about caming; also taught you how to handle such a crowd.
“Fine you caught me, but you guys have just been so good to me for my first stream back.” You licked your lips, very obviously sneaking a hand between your thighs.
“It just makes me so, I don’t know- horny.” You whimpered, pushing away from the desk in your rolling chair, giving your viewers a peek at your hand down your underwear.
tealblu: ohmygoddddddd
oliveeeerrrrr: that’s so hot
titfckr: been waiting for this all day
Doubleaanderson left a $100 dollar donation! -> take ‘em off.
You smiled, your eyes low, senses filled with pleasure. “Anything for you baby.” You giggled before doing so, your pussy on full display.
“Ta-da.” You smiled, using your fingers to spread yourself. “I’m drenched.” You whined.
giggleshits14: so fucked out and so pretty, god I’ve seen what you’ve done for others
tealblu: slowdown, I can t type wit on e hand we ll
wetpussluvr9: I feel fed.
user398760826: squirting contest !!!
Doubleaanderson left a $150 dollar donation! -> cum, yeah.
pinksilicone✓ left a $350 dollar donation! -> fuck that baby, squirt, yeah.
Thank god for Penny.
“Yes, mommy.” You whined happily, stuffing your cunt with three of your fingers. Pumping them in and out at a steady pace, your jaw hanging slack as your whimpers and whines grew louder.
“Oh my-” There it was, the gush of sweet release. Your stomach caved in as you watched yourself come undone, your floor now resembling one of a swim deck; you had a mess to clean up later.
pinksilicone✓ left a $100 dollar donation! -> good job baby!
Doubleaanderson sent a $500 dollar donation! -> good girl.
You pulled yourself back to your desk, missing the puddle of your own pleasure by inches. You smiled tiredly. “Thank you baby,” you tried fixing your now messy hair.
“Now if you loves don’t mind, I have a mess to clean. I’ll come for you guys another time?” You smiled, many pings coming in as you blew a short kiss to the camera before logging off for the night.
Ellie was astonished at the show you’d just put on, her heart was racing, the beat matching the one between her legs as well. Not only were you drop dead gorgeous in her eyes but you knew your body like the back of your hand, something about it made warmth pool in her underwear.
She needed you, in more than one way, ways that would probably freak you out but god. It was beautiful.
Maybe she should’ve stopped gawking, as you relaxed back in your chair, pushing away from your desk as you let out a long sigh of relief, you smiled to yourself. Slowly turning towards your window, you opened your eyes causing you to shoot up in your chair.
Come to find out, you hadn’t closed your blinds that entire time and to your surprise there sat none other than Ellie at her window very obviously having watched your entire show from her window.
Without thought you quickly got up and shut your newly bought curtains “I’m so fucking stupid.” You muttered to yourself as you held the curtains closed, you probably just scared off the girl of your nonexistent dreams. She’d probably label you a perverted freak, probably move out — seeing as she just found out she lives next door to a camgirl — tell her parents about you and they’d air your business out like dirty laundry to their neighbours.
“Fuck!” You threw yourself onto your fresh spread.
On the other hand, Ellie’s brain was moving like clogs. She sketched you so many times she couldn’t count them all, your pleasured face and your finger stuffed cunt. She imagined you in so many different positions and poses she couldn’t keep them bottled up, it gave her an idea.
She tried to sleep, but she couldn’t get you off her mind. She checked the windows to see if you’d opened your curtains, but still they remained shut. Ellie couldn’t help it, she got up around nine that morning, brewing a cup of black coffee and standing in front of a large empty canvas.
“This is pervy.” She whispered to herself before begin the sketch.
Dina once told Ellie about a flower “Clitoria ternatea” also known as the butterfly pea, Dina explained that it resembled the clit pretty well. Like mother nature's very own pretty pussy in all its glory, searching up a few photos, Ellie shrugged.
“Fuck it.”
She was on a role, or so she thought.
It took Ellie days to finalize the sketch, but once it came time to get to painting she was stuck. She felt as if she'd ruined the image if she added color to it, she was frustrated.
She held the paint filled brush inches away from the canvas, hesitating. “Are you fucking kidding me.” She put the brush down before running a hand over her face, she huffed, staring at the sketch before her.
The thought of you coming back to her, it brought back that warm feeling in her stomach and the clench between her thighs. “Mm- fuck.” She shifted, trying to fix her underwear.
Still uncomfortable, still wet. “Shit.” She muttered, she took a moment to think to herself, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-
“No, fuck that.” She began pacing, even peeked through her curtain to see what you were up to. Your curtains were wide open but the place was empty, just your two pups on your bed cuddled up together, sleeping.
“Of course, she’s not home.” She muttered, walking back to the piece she was working on. It felt as if the painting had gotten bigger, as if when she turned her back it doubled in size.
“No. No! It wasn’t this big before!” She grumbled, the flower was intimidating, the empty lines pleading for color. The white fabric seemed to be discolouring by the second, the image was distorting itself before her.
“Fuck off, Fuck. Off.”
She slammed her room door shut, shutting her curtains and dimming the room lights. Maybe it’s what she needed, a break from the brainstorming; she pulled up her laptop, ready to watch something corny and fall asleep hopefully.
She sat at her home screen for a minute, her mind wandering to none other than you. She glanced at her curtains, she could tell your lights were still off; you hadn’t come home yet.
“This is weird.” She whispered to herself as she opened her browser, switching to incognito and as if on cue she got a text from Dina.
The Man (Dina): Nelson's found a showcase, three months away.
her heart dropped.
The Man(Dina): big spenders, big opportunity. bring ur best els, i know u can.
It was all too much, she wasn’t used to such high stress situations like this. A time crunch? She didn’t do that shit, it took her in total a month over the span of eight months to complete one piece and now she was pushing out orders like a machine?
She sighed “Gotta loosen the screws somehow.” Ellie didn’t know where to start exactly, so she opened Instagram and searched your name. There you were, even your socials were pink — even if the layout was black, you somehow made it radiate a pretty pink.
Scrolling through your photos only made the girl realize that you were just as gorgeous online, there were thousands of people on your page you’d managed to rack up a solid fifty thousand followers. “Fuck me.” Ellie whispered as she sat up, moving her laptop into her lap.
Her brows creased as she scrolled your page, eventually moving on to your stories which were way more lewd. She eventually came across a clip of you and Penny together “If you wanna see us kiss you should like, click the link!” Penny joked and you giggled, the two of you very obviously sweaty from your previous activities.
Ellie knew better, it was an invasion of your privacy, hell she’d just met you — but it wasn’t a want at this point, no, it was a need.
The link led straight to a pretty pink website, very obviously your page, it was an old stream.
You sat on Penny’s bed, making sure you were live. The comments came flooding in, asking questions about your new location and pretty lingerie set.
“Is it live?” Penny asked, still fiddling with the camera, you shrugged. “You tell me.” You smiled.
“You bitch.”
bushbrigade1998: omg is this a collab?
user1290347865: I know this room.
pussygenie: You&Penny? Same room? This is about to get messy. LOVE.
nightowl5: get on with it.
cl1tf1ndr: that red one piece is stunning on u
katkilla✓: Penny find a new bombshell?
“Kitty? No fucking way!” Penny crawled into the bed next to you, reading the comments from your phone. “What do we owe this big surprise? You already know the answer to that.” Penny smirked at the camera.
katkilla✓: well??? introduce us!
So she did, placing a gentle hand around your throat as she told the audience who you were. “She’s such a good girl, I promise.” Reaching her thumb up and caressing your bottom lip gently.
“So? What should I do with her?” She asked the camera, picking your phone up waiting for a response.
venusclaire: GET, THE, STRAAAAAAAAAAAP
nightowl5: fuck! please!
user6969: oooo mating press!
“C’monnnn, I know you guys can do better than this.” You learned that Penny ran a strict program, no matter how many comments you responded to, you never — ever — take orders from anyone that isn’t donating.
Penny held your chin up with her free fingers, while her thumb remained inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue.
glitterclirz left a $50 dollar donation! -> show us her boobs.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Penny smiled, putting your phone down in front of you both. Taking her now damp thumb and sucking it clean from any excess saliva, you both giggled.
Penny slid behind you, moving your hair out of the way and resting her head in the crook of your neck “She smells so good, like warm vanilla.” She boasted before shoving her nose into your skin “Penny, oh my god!” You giggled, she undid your bra, letting the Lacey material fall before you.
“Oh my god.” Ellie whispered to herself, setting her laptop back on the bed and sprawling across her mattress as she began skipping through the video.
She got to a point where you’d both stripped down, the camera was no longer mounted now in the hands of Penny as she fingered you open, your moans loud as you gripped the red duvet beneath you.
“Slip me a third- Please!” You begged, staring up into the camera, your eyes watery as if you were on the verge of tears. “So polite,” Penny taunted, but she did what you asked.
“Fuck.” You breathed.
Ellie was infatuated with you, skipping further, the two of you now grinding against each other. The ache between her legs was unbearable in her underwear, yet she felt as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen; from you.
The camera was mounted once more, but off to the side this time. You were on top, being heavily guided by the girl beneath you “Penny, oh my god!” If you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. Your voice was high pitched and shaky, your whimpers loud and long as the sound of your two sloppy cunts making out filled the room.
“You’re doing great.” Penny whispered to you, she knew you were overwhelmed but you had an audience to please “Just one more, I know you can, for me?”
And as always, you did what was asked of you, Penny sat up to meet you, your skin colliding and breaths aligning. “You’re so pretty.” Was all you could get out before kissing your best friend as you both finished, you held on to each other tight.
Ellie didn’t bother to stick around to see the rest, if she wasn’t horny before she was now. Scrolling your page, you had a lot of content up, many playlists and popular videos which eventually led her to your most recent upload.
The stream from a few nights ago, she was too deep to turn back now so she opened it. She skipped ahead, getting around to you touching yourself beneath the desk. Ellie didn’t hesitate, flipping onto her back and stuffing a hand down her track pants and underwear trying to follow your lead.
Running gentle circles over her own clit before catching your hand moving a bit quicker “Shit.” She uttered through gritted teeth, picking up her pace with you.
You eventually got around to fingering yourself, Ellie of course followed, sliding her slender fingers in and out of herself at a similar pace “Holy Fuck-”
She stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowed and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her stomach tightened. “Oh my-” she heard you whimper one last time but she kept going, feeling herself grow closer by the second.
She said your name like it’d summon you, whimpering in between each call as her orgasm washed over her. It was like a shock of electricity followed by nothing. She blacked out.
What woke her was another ping from her laptop, she stirred in her unconscious state before rolling over onto her still open laptop.
“The fuck?” She rested herself on her elbows, still groggy. Her laptop screen lighting up and reading
‘5:43 AM’
“Oh my god.” She groaned, buried her head into her pillow. Which was interrupted by another ping, she turned her head just enough to see the notification, it was Dina again.
The Man(Dina): I know this is a lot, don’t overwork urself, or anything
The Man(Dina): I kinda need u alive to have a job, yk?
The Man(Dina): No pressure :).
Ellie was still too preoccupied from the previous climax she was coming down from to care, the fuzzy feeling throughout her body and shaky legs. She slammed her laptop shut before flipping over and sighing “I’m too fucked for this.” She muttered before succumbing to her ever most needed sleep.
Her dreams weren’t any help either, you were there, making sure she did everything but sleep in her dreams.
synopsis - Abby initially came into the tent for a dislocated shoulder, but once it's healed, she begins asking you to disinfect insignificant scrapes. Turns out, she's got ulterior motives.
cw - plot for porn, pining, slow burn, drinking, making out, suggestive thoughts, descriptions of wounds/injuries but not in depth
wc - 8.6k
You had seen Abby around base, knew of her—of course you did, who didn't? Always admiring from a distance, across the showers before slipping into a cold stall, or the gym at dusk while you both did your respective workouts; the soft grunts that came from her as she would lift a weight leaving you much more flushed than you wished to admit.
You never approached, only observed. Her eyes had met yours on occasion, but the gaze would never be held for longer than a couple moments. Sure Abby was friends with Nora, and you so were you, you often ate with her in the mess hall after a long shift or early in the morning. Your path and Abby's would only ever brush; with you needing to rush down to the medical tent in order to start your night shift as soon as she had come back from a long patrol, or vice-versa.
So when Abby stumbled down the dried dirt path into the medical tent one afternoon in late August with a bone bulging under the taught muscle of her shoulder, you almost let yourself believe it's a fateful push—the universe finally tired of watching lingering eye contact and polite smiles that carried a bit more flush in the cheeks than would be considered normal.
You had just finished a minor wound stitch-up, and were the only medic available, some ambush had happened that morning so most of the beds were occupied by soldiers—their cries carrying through the thin teal curtains protecting the rest of their dignity. You heard heavy footsteps before turning around in your chair.
When you did, Abby's blue eyes, almost squeezed together with pain, met yours as you sat up from where you were organizing supplies. Your pace is urgent as you walk to the mouth of the tent, your steady steps meeting her teetering ones. Your hand hovers behind her back out of instinct, and it felt like something was buzzing against your palm as you guide her through the wall of curtains towards an empty cot.
"Lay down. I'll be over in a second." You tell her, voice soft, and concern etched in your brow as you focus back on her shoulder. Abby uses one arm to adjust herself as she settles onto the cot, paper crinkling and folding easily around her body. You rush over to the nearest box of gloves, the blue latex snaps against skin as you tug them on while walking back over to where she is, taking your spot next to her.
Abby hisses when your hand meets her arm, latex against skin. Clinical, routine. But for some reason you feel more distressed at the sight in front of you. You have seen worse by a long shot, but can't help the concern forming in your stomach.
"What did you do exactly?" You ask as you begin assessing, wiping an alcohol swab along the scrapes littered down her arm—focusing mostly on the larger scratch which found itself on the tight skin overtop of her dislodged bone, the scrape was probably from impact. Her nostrils flare and her jaw clenches as the cold chemical brushes against her skin, but she speaks:
"I landed on a rock when I jumped out of the truck and fell over." Abby's voice is strained, her breathing shallow. You almost laugh at the thought of her, of all people, falling.
"Oh wow. Aren't you supposed to be the best of the best?" You tease as you finish cleaning her up. Abby's cheeks get rosy and she juts her jaw to the right, side eyeing you for a moment. The pause is short, just a second or two so she can come up with a rebuttal. "Shut up. I can make mistakes," is all she answers with.
You smile to yourself, a low laugh leaving as you stand up from the chair.
"Well it's definitely dislocated." You state, placing your hands on her bicep and getting a good grip on the tense muscles. Abby shifts uncomfortably, brows knit together as she frowns, lips parted.
For a moment, your faces are much too close for your liking. Far enough to still be professional, but close enough for you to feel the faintest flutter of your heart. Her breath brushes against your cheek while you position yourself. You notice how her nose has a small bump, right on the bridge. It's cute. Abby's eyes fall to your lips before flicking up to look at the stretched fabric you could call a ceiling.
"Just relax for me okay?" You tell her, your heart pounding harder than it should be. She looks far too vulnerable: eyes glossy, lashes damp, and freckled cheeks pink. Not like a someone who's known to be the top soldier. "It's gonna hurt. Just breathe." You pull the arm out and twist, the deep pop accompanied by a groan tells you the bone is back where it needs to be. Abby's discomfort is soon overtaken by relief, her face relaxing as a small smile grows.
"Thanks," she rolls her shoulder a couple of times while she sits up, her eyes trailing over you for a split second before she looks away. You pretend not to notice as your shoes squeak against concrete to grab a large bandage from the cabinet behind the cot. "You're going to have to be in a sling."
"Absolutely not, I feel fine. I can go back out." Her protest falls flat, you raise your eyebrows in response, "No, you need to keep it immobilized for at least three weeks if not six—"
"SIX weeks? I'm not doing that." She laughs in disbelief, and points to the mouth of the tent, "I need to be out there."
"You're doing it. Do you want it to get worse?" You ask as you begin folding the bandage in half, feeling the roughness of the fabric against the bottom of your chin as you hold it in place.
"No."
"Then you're keeping it in the sling, Anderson."
Abby's expression is less than reluctant, but she complies. You get her to sit on the side of the cot and reach around her neck to tie the bandage. Though not on purpose, your movements linger. A thumb brushing too slow along her neck, a hand resting a moment too long against her shoulder. Abby's eyes meet yours, again not the expression you would expect from someone like her. It looks almost… desperate. Her throat bobs as your tongue brushes your bottom lip, Abby's eyes follow the movement before she blinks rapidly and glances at your eyes.
"I'll keep it on for five days." She says as she tears her gaze away from yours, her face up to the ceiling, voice wavering the slightest bit.
"No. You're keeping it on for six weeks." Abby's brows knit together as she makes eye contact with you once more. "Two weeks," she insists, almost scrutinizing your decision with just a facial expression.
"Four."
"Three."
"Fine." You roll your eyes at her persistence, "but you come back to get cleared and I can change my mind at any time."
Her blonde braid swings over her shoulder as she starts sitting up again, she nods at the instruction, "Yeah, yeah. I got it, don't worry doc, I'll be responsible."
"And if you need anything I'm here most of the time. Or ask someone else if I'm not."
"You're awfully worried about me, aren't you." Abby's voice lowers. The accusation hangs in the air and makes your cheeks warm up.
"I'm just doing my job."
~~~
As the next several weeks pass, Abby ends up in the medical tent daily—whether it be from boredom or simply wanting to be around you—she never tells you why, she just trails behind you like a lost puppy. Sometimes she makes you check her shoulder, practically begging to be cleared as you assess her range of motion but when you inevitably do not, you almost want to because of the way she looks at you: eyes pleading and lips pouted ever so slightly.
"Come on, I've got people depending on me." Her complaints had been endless, she was too bored or needed to do something with her time. Today her choice in argument was her responsibilities.
"People are depending on you, yes, and if you fuck the arm up more then you let them down and then what? You sit around for the rest of your life?" You bite back, trying your best to give her a reality check without being too unprofessional, but her insistence was frustrating to say the least.
"Can you at least give me something to do in here?" She trails behind as you walk away, her complaints not stopping.
"Go organize the supply closet or something. I don't know Anderson."
Her face scrunches up when you call her by her last name, "No one really calls me that y'know."
"I'm calling you that. Go." You point to the supply closet, the door cracked open showing the mess of bandages and salves strewn about. She finished that in about forty-five minutes, then bugged you for another task.
When the three weeks are up, it's almost as though the life comes back to her eyes. You sit her down to do a final check on the shoulder, and as soon as you utter the words 'good to go' her face lights up. Abby's eyes are still heavy lidded, as usual, but you can see the blue better now. A sloppy grin adorns her face as she awkwardly assesses whether or not she should hug you. She opts for profuse thanks instead.
~~~
1 week later
Your alarm blares, breaking the peaceful silence that occupied the cool dim space you call your apartment. With a groan, you swing your legs out of bed, feet cold on the concrete as you grab your caddy and flip-flops to make your way to the showers. Your mind wanders as you walk down the vacant halls, the only sounds at this hour being the occasional squeak from a boot or hushed voices.
It had been a week since you cleared Abby for active duty, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss having her around. You hadn't even seen her around the stadium, which is odd since usually you would have.
With your eyes stuck on the floor analyzing the way the concrete had various stains from age, you make your way to the showers. Was she hiding from you? You begin overthinking every interaction you had while she was healing, maybe you were too mean to her. You hadn't meant to… you just get like that sometimes. It had been annoying, Abby's persistence, but you did enjoy having her around so often, you had grown used to the routine. You already found her attractive before she came in, and three weeks of close proximity had feelings beginning to creep in. You tell yourself it was mostly concern, but even then you don't tend get that way unless you have some underlying relation or feelings towards the person.
You were almost convinced she may have felt similarly, there were those lingering glances even before she came in for her shoulder. Plus, you are almost certain you caught her checking you out, quite a few times, subtly before tearing her eyes off you and quickly going back to whatever she was doing with red ears. Your mind stops its spiral the moment you walk into someone, face meeting muscle. Your caddy, along with theirs, fall to the ground, shampoo and soaps strewn across the concrete.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." You sigh, squatting down to begin picking the items off the floor, not even caring who it is you bumped into, it's far too early to pay it any mind.
"You should watch where you're going, doc." Abby's voice is teasing once it finds you, and your heart stutters against your sternum. You look up to see that lazy grin on her face, your cheek finds itself between your teeth without a thought behind the motion. And of course she looks awake and chipper at this hour, so you can't help the soft laugh that leaves you. "You have way too much energy. It's 5am."
"Can't I just be happy to see you?" She asks, raising her brows, joining you to pick up the fallen items. Suddenly, every doubt in your mind was gone. She wouldn't have said something like that had she not felt similarly, right? You contemplate for a moment, mind going back to her absence you noticed this past week. Have you been avoiding me? That was much too desperate, so you settled for something casual:
"Where have you been?"
Abby's eyebrows pinch together, eyes flitting down your face. "I got assigned to the TV station for a week. I just got back last night, actually. But when I went to the med tent and you weren't there I had to get someone else to check my shoulder. They said it was fine though."
It's embarrassing honestly, the relief you feel at her admission. And it's embarrassing how fluttery your stomach is when she looks back up to your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up, praying it doesn't show. "Yeah, I have Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays off usually. But that's good, the shoulder's probably doing well then."
Once the two of you have everything cleaned up, you walk side by side to the showers, it's moderately awkward, the silence bouncing off the walls and settling in your ears with a quiet ring. There's not much to talk about and you're far too tired to engage in any flirty conversation that requires more than two brain cells to rub together. You find your mind wandering again, this time more of a concern in regards to Abby's assignments. You probably could have mentioned something to Isaac, as you often did with severe injuries, but it was just a dislocated shoulder, it's not like she got stabbed in the gut. Plus, if word got around that a medic was trying to give someone special treatment rumours would fly. And Abby would probably kill you for limiting her. Right before the two of you are about to split and find a stall, you stop.
"Anderson, do you have an assignment today?"
"Yeah, 'course I do." She answers, the confusion evident in the way her forehead wrinkles.
"Which route are you taking?" You cross your arms, leaning against the old metal of an empty stall, which complains against your back.
"I dunno, I haven't really checked I just do what they tell me when I get there." Her voice is mellow, head tilted as she gives you a once over, "Why are you asking me this exactly?"
"I just don't want to have to fix your shoulder again." Hardly believable, but partially true. You kind of loved the proximity of her coming in, though you hated that it came with an injury. You cringe internally for even asking her about it in the first place, bracing yourself for her to tell you to mind your own business or something similar. Instead, a laugh fills the room.
"I make no promises, doc. I'll see ya later, I'm gonna be late." Abby lifts an arm, giving a small wave and disappears into the nearest stall.
~~~
The day goes by incredibly slowly, only stitches and minor injuries. Nothing exciting, a couple sprained ankles and one shattered femur would be all to note. Soldiers filter in and out as the sun makes its journey across the sky, and as it begins to set you find yourself organizing bandages in a cabinet, knees whining as they support your weight in a crouch. Your shift is finally almost finished, thank God. You would kill for anything exciting to come in right now. Your silent organizing is broken when Nora finds you,
"Hey, Abby's looking for you." She informs you before heading over to a basin, you frown. Abby shouldn't be needing medical attention unless something happened out there.
"Why? Is she good?" You stand up from the uncomfortable position, knees tight so you wobble slightly.
"I think so? She said she just needs you to check something I don't know what. Probably her shoulder." Nora shrugs and starts to wash her hands. "She's in the first bed on the left."
You make your way down to where she's sat, pulling the teal curtain back to find her looking the exact same as this morning, except a few cuts here and there. You notice the shift in her expression from bored to almost giddy when she sees you enter the confines of the curtain.
"Is it your shoulder?" You ask with a sigh, if it is you'll be a bit peeved, she kind of freaked you out for a moment. You pull on a pair of gloves, getting deja vu at the similarities of the current moment compared to the day you two had met officially.
"Oh so happy to see me, rough day?" Abby grins, sarcasm flowing easily. She holds her arm out, the one with the most cuts. Not a single one of them is more than a couple inches deep, nothing needs stitching. You ignore the comment, mild irritation making you forget about your crush for the moment being.
"What am I looking at exactly?" You squint, trying to see if there's something you're missing. Maybe some glass shards? Rocks lodged a bit deeper than what you can see standing? You take a seat on the stool beside the bed, scooting closer and see nothing inside the cuts.
"I just don't want them to get infected." Abby states simply, like it was completely normal for someone like her to be concerned about minor scrapes.
"You came in asking for me so I could check a couple scratches…" You raise your brows, fighting back a smile. It's a bit pathetic of her, but it's also cute in a way. Maybe she's a hypochondriac and you never noticed.
"Are you refusing a patient?" She juts her arm at you, "I'm pretty beat up, doc."
Is this her way of flirting with you? It can't be, maybe you're just wanting to confirm your own feelings. You reluctantly take her arm in your hands.
"These are only a couple inches deep, Anderson." You open an alcohol pad and wipe everything down, the chemical leaving a thin sheen on the skin.
"Yeah but you know, I just want to be safe."
You nod, fair enough. Some people do come in for the same reason, though they're often younger soldiers who have just started out and aren't used to what comes with the job. It only takes about ten minutes, but once you get her fully disinfected you send her on her way. You finish your shift thinking that it was a one off. Maybe she was a bit anxious that day. You brush it off as your feet carry you back to your apartment. It had to have been a one time thing.
But she comes in again the next day. Just as your shift starts. You're stood right by the sinks, and see her talking with another medic, Holly, an older redhead you're somewhat close with, who looks at her watch and then points your way before pointing to an empty bed. You start rinsing your hands under warm water, and Holly approaches the basin.
"Abby's in for you? She's in the third bed on the left. Not urgent. Something about her shoulder."
You thank her, warm suds on your hands as you scrub away the morning. Once you finish cleaning up you head over to the cot.
"Holly said your shoulder's bugging you?" You ask Abby, noticing the way she sits. Legs slightly apart. Confident, but not like the people who sit with their legs spread and take up half the seating space.
"Yeah I dunno it's just really tense. I woke up and it was killing me." She sighs, rubbing her trapezius.
"That makes sense, the tissues are still healing and the muscles around it were stretched past what they can support." You stay standing, and make your way across the cot, behind her to see her shoulder better. "Take your shirt off."
"What?" Abby's eyes widen in surprise, and she wets her bottom lip.
"I need your shirt off to see how the shoulder's looking."
"Oh right." She pulls off the fabric, placing it next to her. You immediately notice her back, appreciating the way it's not exactly ripped per se, but still sculpted and incredibly attractive. You suck in a breath to keep it together. Abby's shoulder looks perfectly normal, no deep purple or yellow decorating her skin. You prod at the muscles around the shoulder to see if there's a tear, to which again, you find completely normal: no gaps where they shouldn't be, and she doesn't wince at all, so no pain to the touch.
"It's not incredibly painful? Just tight?" You confirm, otherwise you might need to do more tests.
Abby nods. "Yeah it's just sore as fuck."
"Okay." You walk back in front of her and try to keep your mind professional as she sits in front of you in just a sports bra, "You can put your shirt back on."
She pulls it over her head, waiting for your solution. There's a bit of chaos outside the tent: voices yelling, cries and groans, metal clashing. It draws your attention away, you peek out of the curtain and see burnt soldiers being carried in. You look back at Abby,
"I would offer you a massage but they're gonna need my help out there." You tell her, and you see her freckled cheeks turn the slightest bit pink. You smile, she probably came in here hoping for one. "Other than that just apply heat, warm compresses, take a little extra time in the shower with warm water on the shoulder. That kind of thing."
"Yes sounds good to me," Abby nods, craning her neck to stretch out the muscle, letting out a sigh. She stands up, the two of you now very close together. You hadn't realized how tiny the space was between the curtain and the cot. Both you and Abby attempt to leave at the same time, awkwardly squeezed together. You end up staring at her lips for a bit longer than needed, and feel the tiniest bit of pressure between your legs. How unprofessional. You look up to her eyes to get rid of the feeling, but it gets worse under her intense gaze which roams between your eyes and lips.
"You go first, you're the doctor," she offers, resting a hand on your upper back, ushering you as you step out into the chaos of the medical tent. The screams leave you no time to decipher the interaction that just happened.
After a very eventful rest of your shift, you and Holly decide to go to the mess hall together and grab dinner. After you exchange the techniques you used on the soldiers, the conversation flows into talking about personal life. You ask about her kids, and she answers, telling you about how they're doing in classes and such. There's a comfortable silence for a few moments as you drink some water, the coolness against your lips much needed after today. Holly breaks the silence with a question you are not expecting:
"How long have you and Abby been a thing?"
You swallow the water quickly, before you get the chance to spit it out, "What are you talking about?" You ask, almost laughing in disbelief.
Holly shrugs, "I mean you guys kind of seemed like a couple today? She had her hand on your back after you saw her. And she sort of looked at your butt when you walked away."
"Oh. Well I didn't know that last part. The hand thing was probably just a friendly get to work type thing. And we're not seeing each other. She's just paranoid about her shoulder or something."
You spent the rest of your night replaying the entire interaction in your head on repeat, dissecting each moment and looking at it through a microscope. Maybe Abby did share some kind of feelings, it was obvious enough that she found you somewhat attractive.
A few days pass without incidents in the Abby department, so you figure she was probably just having a bit of a rough start to the week, that is until Thursday. You're in the middle of doing labs for a kid with strep throat, processing a swab in solution when Nora taps you on the shoulder.
"What's up?"
"It's Abby again, I can take over this for you." Nora offers, pointing to the one closed curtain, and you smile to yourself. Of course she's back. "Okay thanks, I'll go check her out."
You push the curtain to the side with a swish, "Is your shoulder still bugging you?" The metal hooks on the curtain scratch and whine as you close it back around you two.
"My shoulder's okay. I have a scratch I need you to look at." Abby pulls her grey shirt up ever so slightly, revealing a cut barely deeper than the other day, maybe 5 inches long. It's deep enough for butterfly bandages, but not stitches. Again, sort of within reason to come in, but out of character. Maybe she's lacking a medkit. There's a soft gleam of sweat along her abdomen, which is similar to her back in the sense that it's got muscle, but not the lean kind. And you love it. You lick your lips before you realize you've been staring at her stomach for a bit longer than you should.
"This really just needs a few butterfly bandages, Anderson." You state—trying to play off the staring as analysis with a frown of your brow— and you do the now solidified routine of pulling on a pair of gloves and grabbing supplies. Abby ignores your statement, only focusing on one thing:
"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" She asks, tucking her shirt under her bra and leaning back on her forearms with her neck falling back. The movement so casual yet confident. It's almost like she knows what's getting a rise out of you.
"No, you told me nobody calls you that." You tell her as you begin disinfecting the cut. She just nods and grimaces as you swipe the swab along the angry red intrusion. You begin applying the bandages, pulling the skin together with the tabs. You notice the faded scars all along her stomach and your mind wanders, wondering what it would be like to trace them or even just touch them without gloves on.
"Did you not have a medkit with you or something?" You ask trying to distract yourself, a relevant question since realistically this is something she should be able to deal with herself. Abby feigns casualness, "Uh, yeah. I just didn't grab it before I went out today."
“Y'know, if you’re so concerned about these scrapes getting infected, I can send you home with a little bottle of disinfectant.” You offer, finishing up the bandaging. Abby frowns at the suggestion, “Don’t you guys need it?”
“It’s really no big deal, you're coming in for it anyways." You're not too sure why you're insisting—especially now that you've realized she's only coming in for the most minor injuries you've seen in your entire five years of practice—you really don't mind her coming in and 'needing' to see you.
She shakes her head, "Don't worry about it, sweetheart, I can do without." Your heart stutters, and you breathe out of your nose quick. Abby had to have noticed your reaction because she's sat back up, shirt still tucked up with a knowing glint in her eye. You try to redirect, keeping calm.
"If you ever change your mind about it let me know and I'll send you home with a bottle." Abby just nods at this, and heads out with a soft farewell. The rest of your day is slow again, recovery check-ins for the burn victims from a few days prior, which leaves you plenty of time to ruminate about everything.
~~~
Over the next month the two fo you began flirting much more, each day things got more evident than the last. Touches lingered for longer from both of you, laughs were shared more often, teasing exchanged. It was fun even if nothing was coming from it. She still came in more often than any other soldier, to the point where other medics began to notice, whispering among themselves. Most of them figured she was just having a hard time recovering from the shoulder injury, which wasn't unheard of. There's a Thursday which was quite gloomy, rain cascading down the sides of the stadium and pattering against concrete. Days like this were often your favourites. Not only does the earth smell fresh again, revitalizing you after a period of extreme sun, but tons of people end up coming in for cuts, having fallen or slipped, plus people get sloppy and come in with arrows or bullets embedded in them. You’re almost finished stitching an older fellow up when you feel a tap on your shoulder and a familiar voice:
“I need you to check something for me,”
“Anderson?” You stop your stitches for a split second, twisting your neck to see Abby stood behind you.
“Yeah.”
"Please tell me you didn't fall again." You gripe and go back to stitching.
She scoffs at this, "That was a one time thing. I have a cut."
“Yeah I can see that, find an empty cot and keep the curtain open. I’ll be over in a minute.” You can hear the heavy step of her boots and a curtain opening accompanied by the groan of a cot. Once you finish up the stitching, you walk over to where she’s sat.
“You really like being in this tent, huh babe." You inquire, the pet name spills out of your mouth without a second thought as you close the thin teal curtain around you. You notice Abby's cheeks heat up, "Do you call all of your patients babe, or just me?"
"I call everyone that" —a lie — "force of habit." You take a seat, Abby purses her lips. "Damn, had me thinking I was special." With a soft smile, you change the subject.
"What brought you in this time? Is it your jaw?" You've started to notice where each scar on her body has a home, the cut on her jaw—the most minor cut you've seen in your entire career—is the only new intrusion on her skin.
She cranes her neck back, throat bobbing, "Yeah, I got a knife to it. I think it was rusty. And well this one's…” She lifts her top, revealing a nasty gash on her lower ribs, pretty deep, still not enough to be stitched up, it could probably just be glued shut. Your eyes light up at the sight, "Finally you bring me something decent."
Abby snorts, "Love to see that my suffering brings you pleasure, sadist."
You roll your eyes, and rip open a pack of alcohol wipes "You're not suffering. if you were suffering you wouldn't be talking to me, you'd be all whiny like you were with your shoulder."
"I was not whiny." She winces while you disinfect the cut. That's another thing you have noticed, some days she winces when you clean the wounds, other days she has little to no reaction.
"You were totally whiny, I'm not complaining though." You bite your lip and she meets your eyes, lips parted for a moment as her ears turn pink. She changes the subject.
"It's pretty bad right?" She asks you, brows furrowed together with that same look in her eyes as the day she came in for her shoulder.
“This one’s still not deep enough for stitches, Anderson.” You grab a tube of adhesive, fingers dancing along her ribs. You place a dab of the glue in the cleaned cut, gently pinching the skin together, repeating this a few times, and ignoring how her abs twitch under your touch.
“There we go, you're done.” You say softly. You're still looking at her abdomen, noticing all the small scars littered over her skin, you have a rush of blood to your face as you think of running your tongue along them.
“Thanks and my jaw too, don't forget. The knife was rusty, I could get tetanus."
You shake your head. "When did you last get a tetanus shot?"
"I dunno a while back. I think I was sixteen."
“Tetanus shots last ten years. You should be okay.” You pull on a fresh pair of gloves and a grab a swab. You hold her neck, nudging her chin upwards with your thumb. Abby's breathing staggers and she looks from your lips to your eyes while your brow furrows in concentration. Your eyes flick up and meet hers; she winces when the swab meets her skin, breaking the intensity of the eye contact. Her jaw clenches.
“Just relax, Anderson.”
“Kinda hard to do that with such a pretty doctor above me.” The comment makes your stomach flip. She thinks you're pretty. You look up to the ceiling and take a breath before pulling yourself together, and when you look back down, you find her with a small smile as she looks at you. Your hand has stayed holding her neck this whole time, which you now peel away slowly. "How bad is it?" Abby asks, her breathing leveling out.
“It’s a surface level cut, so it should scab over in the next day or so, I wouldn't worry about it.”
You hold your hand out, helping her up from the cot and you lead her out to the mouth of the tent, where she thanks you as she always does and lets the rainwater and mist overtake her. It's not until Holly gives you a knowing look that you realize you held Abby's hand until she left the tent. The rest of your day is more boring than you had expected, only minor stitches like those you had done this morning.
~~~
The following day was your day off. Your body relishes the extra few hours of sleep you get in the morning, and you can tell by the way you wake up without your eyes screeching at you. At 9am, you head down to the mess hall for a bite to it. It's pretty packed for the hour, the crowd's individual conversations melding into one loud cacophony as you line up. A few of the people around you make pleasant conversation, talking about weather patterns or what they saw out on patrol the night before. Once you have your tray in hand, you scan the tables, finding Nora at your usual spot, by herself, presumably having just finished a night shift based on the circles cradling her eyes. She looks up as you approach, smiling.
"Hey,"
“Hey, just got off an overnight?” You ask sliding your tray onto the table. Nora nods, taking a spoonful of her wilted fruit. You look down at your own tray, prodding the oxidized apples in your porridge.
“Did you get anything good?”
“Oh I had to take an arrow out of an abdomen, that was fun.” Nora smiles, you love your conversations with her. You can be enthralled by injury without her acting like you were crazy for it. You can't even help the jealousy bubbling since you haven't had to take a weapon out of a body in ages.
“Ugh lucky. Maybe I should switch to nights, it's when all the good stuff happens. Y'know, all I've had of note the past week is a broken foot and Anderson coming in for tiny ass scratches.” Nora looks up from her food, cocking an eyebrow,
“Abby’s getting you to check her for scratches?” She scoffs, as if she didn't believe you. The reaction makes you bite back a smile. Abby must have been coming in specifically to see you if someone this close to her was shocked.
“Yeah, is she like a hypochondriac or something?” You ask, testing your first theory,
“Are you kidding? She's the furthest from it. Manny practically begged her to come in for that shoulder.”
You hum, nodding and thirsty for more details. “So why the hell is she coming in so much?”
“Well she told me you were making her come in because of the shoulder. To check and make sure everything was okay since she’s out of the sling earlier than most. That's why I always get you when she comes in. She asks for you.” Nora's eyes narrow as she ponders.
“I mean, I double check with her when she comes in, but she’s coming in out of her own volition for the most part.”
Nora shakes her head, "I know for a fact she has a medkit with her at all times. I drilled that into her years back. So she definitely shouldn't need a medic tending to cuts."
You finish eating quite quick, spending the rest of your day reading and drawing. The only thing that conversation with Nora does is confirm the growing suspicion you have that Abby keeps coming in to see you simply to spend time with you, or maybe she even liked it when you touched her. That wouldn't be an unreasonable assumption, you have been noticing the way she tenses or relaxes when you touch certain parts of her, even if it's clinical.
~~~
It had been a fair amount of time since you popped into the gym, so that night you decide to swing by. You pull your hair up and rustle through a bin to find shorts and a t-shirt. After a quick snack down in the mess hall, you head out to the gym. As usual, when you walk around the stadium, you find yourself praying to see Abby in some setting other than the medical tent. You crank open the heavy steel doors of the gym, which was completely barren since most people were busy eating. The dim white lights flicker and buzz, quiet music drifts out from the busted up CD player in the corner. You can feel yourself already sweating upon entry, so you decide to pull your t-shirt off, the fabric smacking against the wall when it's thrown to the side. After setting down your water bottle with the crumpled fabric, you make your way over to a squat rack.
The air in the gym is muggy while being cold in the same way most of the rooms with concrete were, and there's a lingering smell of vinegar. The rough texture of the barbell digs into your neck as you take a step back and start your set, knees bending and chest up. You try your best to regulate your breathing as your glutes and quads begin burning. While you're in the middle of your last set, the door gets opened with ease. You hear her before you see her.
“Looks good, don't let your chin dip though, sweetheart." Abby's voice echoes off the cement walls, her tone relaxed. Your knees wobble, even if the name wasn't new, she'd been calling you this for weeks now. You can hear her footsteps coming closer, and then she's in front of you. She stands there, in a muscle shirt and a simple pair of sweatpants, biceps showing off as she places a hand on her hip. You pause your movements.
"Don't stop," she tells you, "make sure you're engaging your core." She takes a step closer as you continue squatting, fighting back the hurge to make noise.
"Can I help? With the form?" You just nod, teeth gritted as your muscles complain under the weight resting on your back. Abby makes her way behind you, close enough that you can feel her breath fanning across your neck. Her calloused hands are warm when they slide up your sides, changing your positioning with ease.
"Like this, and keep your belly pulled back." She corrects, still spotting you as you continue with the improved form, "That's better, atta girl."
The praise shoots straight down to your core, the pressure that had already been growing since her hands touched you was almost impossible to ignore now. Has it seriously been that long since you had sex that something as simple as this could get you going? Or was it just because it's Abby?
"Don't do that while I'm squatting!" You laugh and re-rack the bar, not even having finished your set fully, too unfocused but the growing need between your legs. Abby takes a step forward, cocking her head. "Do what? Give you pointers?"
You sigh, shaking your head and waving her off, "No. Never mind. Do your set."
You take a step back from the rack to go grab a couple dumbbells, and Abby begins to walk away.
“Where are you going? Don't you need to do your set?" You ask her, confused.
"Oh I'm not hitting legs, I need a bench." She says as she drags one over with ease and sets it down, the peeling leather dull from years of use makes a stiff sound as she sits down on it. You just hum in acknowledgement and head over to grab a couple dumbbells.
The two of you spent the better half of an hour making eye contact with the other's lips as you quipped, the rest of the time spent less-than subtly admiring the other's body. Abby pushed you quite hard, insisting you could add 10 more pounds for each set, then inevitably helping you finish the last few reps once you could barely lift. As soon as the barbells are empty and set on the rack, you both grab your belongings and head out of the gym. Abby holds the door open for you, and you both walk down the corridor heading to the apartments. Your footsteps are lazy, legs already sore from being pushed so hard. Your apartment is closer and on the way to hers, so she drops you off at your door. Your key turns with a gentle pop, and you're just about to close the door behind you when Abby speaks:
"Hey are you coming to Manny's party tomorrow night?" She rests her forearm against the doorframe and leans against it. Her top rides up exposing her abs, which have the tiniest pump from her workout. Your eyes trail down her torso, and you pause, shaking your head as you tear your eyes away, "I haven't been invited, so no I don't plan on it."
Abby smiles, head bobbing to the side, "This is me inviting you."
"Okay then," you chuckle, "where is it exactly?"
"Manny managed to talk his way into blocking off a section of the mess hall, somewhere along the east side." She gestures vaguely behind her, "it starts around 8:30 but I'll be there around 9:45 if you want to swing by."
"Great, I'll see you tomorrow then."
~~~
The first thing you noticed when you walked into the party is the sheer amount of people, the second thing? Abby was nowhere in sight. And you're good at finding her in a crowd. You feel so awkward, this entire party was just soldiers—plus Nora and Mel—but they have their whole friend group consisting of soldiers. You make your way further inside, dancing for a bit, and then you end up pouring someone's nasty homemade beer in your cup, it's got some lingering taste that's too similar to bread soaked in rubbing alcohol for your liking, but you still drink it. At least you're relaxed now, socializing as you dance with a light buzz after having downed the beer quickly. You see Manny in the corner of your eye, with some girl dancing on him. Of course. You decide to approach, giving him a tap on his shoulder. When he turns around to see it's you he greets you with a big grin—definitely drunk already, you two hardly interact.
"Hey! You lookin' for Abs?" He was right, but why was that his first association when you'd know Nora for longer? Manny must have seen the perplexed expression on your face;
"She told me she invited you. I think she's around here somewhere." Manny starts scanning the room. The girl that was dancing on him whispers something in his ear that makes his ears turn pink and walks off. He quickly points over to one of the pool tables, "There."
You see her now, laughing with a few others around the table, giving a clap when someone got a ball in. You thank him before pushing your way through the sea of people while the bass vibrates the ground. You observe Abby for a minute, as you stand by another table covered in drinks. Your heart pounds, for whatever reason your nerves are acting up as if the girl wasn't essentially feeling you up in the gym last night. You decide to take a shot of some mystery liquor, probably moonshine whipped up in someone's kitchen. It's harsh, scraping against your tongue and burning your throat before making its way down to your stomach. You sputter, almost gagging, and crack open a can of pop to wash it down.
Abby sees you first, while you're wiping your chin in a manner several levels below graceful. You feel embarrassment flood your cheeks as her eyes almost burn through you. She excuses herself from the game without even giving the other players a second look. Hot yes, but did she have to stare at you while your eyes watered from the shot? You're far from being composed when she reaches you.
"Glad you could make it, sweetheart." She drawls, resting her hip against the table and grabbing a beer for herself. Abby had to have been drunk to some degree, as she checked you out in the least subtle manner to date. You bite your lip, cocking your head sideways. "Real subtle with that one, Abby."
Abby's brows raise, and you could swear you see her cheeks flush. "You're using my name."
You give her a shrug, "I feel like it. I'm not in a professional setting."
"You've called me babe in a professional setting."
"I already told you I call everyone that." You insist, feeling a bit of a buzz from the shot you had taken moments before. "And I've seen you around enough people to know that you're lying out of your ass." She counters, taking a small step to close the distance between you. You lick your bottom lip, unsure of what to say to that, so you just laugh quietly. You could feel the alcohol more now, your confidence growing. You decide to take a risk.
"Come with me. I want to talk to you." You loop a finger in her belt loop, tugging her forward as you wind out of the area. Abby follows you willingly until you two are in a short corridor leading out to old stadium seats.
You sit on the stairs, the coolness quelling your buzzing nerves even if Abby was still standing above you. She leans against the wall and looks out to the rest of the stadium. The night had settled peacefully over everything; the fields below quiet, the farm animals asleep as the stars shone down. The only noise was the thumping music and overlapping conversations that came from behind you. You reach into your back pocket, grabbing the lighter and cigarette holder you had shoved into it before leaving your apartment.
"You smoke?" Abby's brows raise in surprise as she watches you pull a cigarette out, and light it.
"Only when I'm drunk," You defend the habit, taking a drag before offering it to her. Your fingers brushed as she took it, and you almost cough out the smoke as she finds her place in the spot next to you. You were close enough to have your knees brushing. Abby took a couple drags, then rested her freckled arms against her knees, handing the cigarette back to you, letting you finish the rest.
"These things can kill you, ya know," she smirks at you, and you can tell she was a bit nervous because she pursed her lips before speaking. You let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah Abby, I know."
She turns to you fully, freckles illuminated by the pale light of the moon. "What exactly needs to be said out here that can't be said inside?" Abby's voice was softer now, almost treading cautiously. There's a small amount of hope in her tone. You take a moment to finish your cigarette before answering.
"I know you like me, Abby." Your voice bordering on accusation as you blow the smoke out, flicking the ashes off the butt before stomping it out. You're not quite sure what had just taken over you, making you say something with no build up—probably the liquor—but you're not displeased with where it could lead you tonight. She flashes you a knowing smile, and an awkward laugh leaves her. "Oh wow. Just getting straight to the point aren't we?"
"Well you haven't left much up for me to interpret, have you? Checking me out while I'm working…" You shift your weight to face her fully, leaning forward as a smirk made it's way on your face.
She leans in as well, eyes tracing down your body, then your face. "You noticed that, huh?"
"I'd be stupid not to." You look at her eyes, then her lips, then her eyes again. Her pupils are blown wide. She looks hungry, desperate even.
"Don't act like you haven't been flirting for months either." Abby's nose brushes yours as she speaks in a low tone. You trace a finger along her forearm before letting your palm rest by her elbow. "Well, are we going to keep dancing around it or are we going to do something about it?"
Abby's lips part, a shaky breath leaving her as she makes the decision. You both pause, lips barely making contact. She closes the distance first, her hands finding your waist immediately, yours holding her biceps and pulling her closer. Her lips are soft against yours, and the kiss is hungry even without introducing tongue. You pull back for a moment, just to look at her face, which is already blissed out. Abby's hand flies up to the nape of your neck and pulls you in again, this time her kisses are more hungry. She licks the seam of your lips, and you part them for her, letting your tongues dance together. And good lord, if this is what she kisses like, you'll get exorcised when she goes down on you. You feel heat pooling between your thighs and you whine into her mouth. She pulls back ever so slightly, murmuring against you:
"Straddle me," so you climb on top of her, pushing your hair to the side and kiss her again.
This time, she's the one who makes noise when your tongue rolls against hers, hands flying down to grab your ass and grind you down on her. Your hands are everywhere; running up her stomach, down her arms, holding her neck. The neck is what makes her lose it, hungry sounds falling from her when you tilt her head up. You keep rolling your hips against her, and you're not sure how long the two of you stay out there, but it's long enough for you to begin feeling like ripping her clothes off and fucking her on the stairs sounds like a good idea. You pull back, "We should go back inside."
older mentor! jill valentine who can't help herself ! - men & mdni 18+
MENTOR! JILL content warning: takes place between re5 and death island, power imbalance (mentor/mentee), age gap (j! 39, r! 22), rookie! reader, pervy! jill, masturbation, jill loves being called ma'am, strap-on, missionary, doggy style, eating out, cunnilingus, bit of a meanie jill, inappropriate sexual advances, pantie stealing, mention of chris | 1,2k words
mentor! jill, who is stuck with some fresh meat, a couple of day one out of academy rookies ever since she was put on desk duty. "this is taking it easy, it's not permanent." said chris as he handed her the papers officially stating that jill valentine could not take part in any mission out on the field. so now, she spends day and night in the shooting range under the police station, watching as the rookies of the year keep missing targets and taking far too long on a staged exercise.
mentor! jill, who doesn't put much effort into actually teaching or paying attention to her students if it's not gloating about how she can hit the targets even without looking. chris and those other fools up top were kind enough to make this mess for themselves- if she wasn't let out on the field, she'd make sure nobody but her was action ready.
mentor! jill, who only remembers your name because you jam your service weapon all the time, putting your hand up and waiting for her to just notice you without a word. she groans as she pushes herself up, her weak but toned body cradling your innocent frame, her hands over yours as she shows you for the 100th time how to unjam it. "you gotta pay attention to me, girl." she murmurs into your ear as the gun in your hand clicks, ready to be fired again and you jump in her arms- too focused on her body pressing into yours to be aware of anything around you. "y-yes ma'am." you sutter, trying to compose yourself. "atta' girl." she smirks before strolling back to her chair, pulling the blue baseball cap back over her eyes.
mentor! jill, who thinks nothing of the interaction because who even pays attention to little puppy rookies like you? so eager to learn and impress their superiors, trying to see zebras everywhere to make detective, not to mention despite appearing so obedient they are always a loose cannon- just like she was, just like she is. she tries not to think about you, fuck, she does but suddenly she can't escape you. the way you only answer her with yes ma'am or no ma'am, how you shake just the slightest when her eyes land on you or her fingers glide against yours.
mentor! jill, who is trying not to think like that but she is the devil in her own mind and not the master of her body. her hand reaches under her shorts, she doesn't need any more coaxing, she is plenty wet enough from just thinking back to the way you keep saying yes ma'am, over and over again as you kneel down in front of her.
mentor! jill, who doesn't need much to come all over her fingers in the pd's staff bathroom- she touches herself here and there, she has needs but nothing like this since... since forever basically- her head falling back on the water tank, eyes sparkling white as she rides out the last bits of her orgasm. with a few huffs, an eye roll, and a fleeting thought of rubbing out one more jill stands up, pulling her pants back up before leaving the tiny room. she spots you leaving as she steps out and she can feel that knot in her lower stomach coiling again. fuck, she thinks as she scrambles to get her stuff and hurry home to fuck herself at the thought of you in her shower.
mentor! jill, who comes bearing a gift wrapped in the fabric of her uniform pants, a perfect six inches long, a pretty and shiny blue color, and a girth that would certainly catch your attention because you have to see the old pervert you turned her into.
mentor! jill, who plays pretend when you put your hand up again, huffing and puffing dramatically as she traps you between the little desk and herself. surely you will see it- no, feel it now as she is bulging against you, rubbing and grinding upon your ass subtly enough that it could be a mistunderstanding.
mentor! jill, who gives you a knowing smirk when you stay behind after training, beckoning you to herself on the couch with a finger while you are stammering about professionalism and work ethic among out-of-office relationships with superiors. she reaches for one of your tremling hands, telling you that it's okay, that you don't have to worry about such a thing, she will take care of it and you.
mentor! jill, who pushes you down onto the couch, kissing you with the fever of all her pent up sexual desire, barely giving you time to comperhand the hand that is undoing the buckle and button of your uniform before slipping under the navy blue fabric, slipping two fingers between your slick lips and rubbing tight circles into your sensitive clit.
mentor! jill, who commands you to call her ma'am or else she won't fuck your brains out the way you have been day dreaming about every day during class. "c'mon sweetness, i'm fucking you good, right?" she asks as she trusts into like a dog in heat and you say it over and over again- yes ma'am, yes ma'am, moaning it into her ear when she towers over you, caging your body under hers with a pair of teeth biting and chewing on your jawline and neck. your scream it into the pillow of the shooting range's couch when she flips you over, your pants still not off fully, just tugged barely under your knees, ass up high as she ruts into you from behind.
mentor! jill, who goes for not only a second round but a third, saying that she has to taste you, to kiss your leaking hole clean but it's just a poor excuse to keep hearing your pretty voice call out for her. a gateway for her to rid you of your pants and panties, pocketing the latter for future misuse on her lunch breaks.
mentor! jill, who enjoys the way you stumble in weak and jelly legged the next day, trying to dodge the concern of your rookie friends, saying that you just had a good night with this pretty woman you met- nothing to worry about, right? and she becomes just a bit mean because a poor rookie puppy like you is desperate for attention after action like that, yeah? it's not like she is ignoring you, she just wants you a bit riled up so at the end of the day she can fuck some sense into you while you go at it like rabbits.
a/n: smth lazy and short to get started with for my come back... might start taking request again in the near future.... look out for an announcement to see if it's true.
contains: royalty!au, sevika and reader are part of enemy kingdoms and have been pushed into an arranged marriage with each other for the sake of peace, mentions of violence between kingdoms, smut (minors + ageless blogs dni), sevika has a dick, breeding kink + talk of reader being pregnant, corruption kink (sevika goading reader about being inexperienced and from a kingdom where chastity is prized), hate sex (insulting each other, cursing at each other, reader has thoughts of wanting to be violent with sevika, lots of taunting), kinks that are not negotiated (breeding, pain play, humiliation), reader uses pain play to lash out at sevika (ex. tightening their thighs around sevika's head, scratching sevika), sevika goes faster and harder out of frustration with reader (sevika doesn't intend to cause reader pain, but reader states not knowing if it's meant to be punishment or reward, but does enjoy the pacing), dubious consent (sevika seduces reader into having sex with her, sevika brings up breeding since it's what's expected to be part of their marriage, but later legitimately confirms reader's consent to her coming inside), reader is called "princess" and "wife," reader's body is referred to with the terms: "pussy," "cunt"
a/n: this is inspired by an m4f audio I came across on reddit, made by u/AugustInTheWinter -- I haven't listened to it in full, so I can't guarantee all the content in it, so please check his warnings and keep it all in mind.
dividers by: @/strangergraphics and @/anitalenia
you should despise her. your hatred for her should be so fiery, so sizzling, that it has the strength to burn through skin and seep to her bones. you should have hatched a plan to kill her tonight, to brace a pillow against that ridiculous smirk and finally seek vengeance for all of what her people have done to yours. for all the friends that have been harmed and cruelly extracted from this earth due to the people under her father's reign. it shouldn't matter that this is your wedding night with her, that this day is meant to represent a union that births peace, sealed by the curt kiss shared at the altar.
you should hate her. you should be taking out years of pent up rage on her.
so, then, why are you mewling on the large, grand bed that had been covered in layers of luxurious velvet blankets, meticulously crafted for a night of comfort? why are your thighs tight around her head as her tongue slathers spit all over your folds, both of which you can feel dripping with thick wetness from every gush that leaks out of your pussy? why is your mind numbed and wrung out from every burning ember of rage that had bored holes into your thoughts just hours ago? why are you bucking your hips against her soft lips, the bump of her scar sliding across your clit? why is nothing on your mind but her?
"not so mouthy now, huh?" she drawls, and you grit your teeth at the snark in her voice.
"I think you're already doing enough mouthing for the both of us," you try to retort back, your voice too whine-filled to sound firm with conviction.
"well, someone's gotta get this pussy wet," she mumbles against your cunt, landing a sloppy kiss to your clit that sends pleasure skyrocketing through you. "it might as well be me, considering you're my wife."
your stomach flips at the word, the connotation one that's so possessive that you nearly forget that she's a stranger at best, a lifelong enemy at worse.
"o-only doing it out of obligation, then?" you challenge, your voice unravelling at the seams as her long finger begins to push into the tight rim of your cunt, sliding against the rough texture of your insides.
"yeah," she responds, her grey eyes honed in on you, like a predator finding her next meal caught in a trap. holding your gaze in her own, she flattens her tongue, dragging it up the swollen shape of your clit, sending your vision aflame as you squeeze your eyes shut. "why, you think I'd actually want you?"
just out of spite, you lock your legs tighter, keeping her face shoved into your pussy. a raspy, deep groan hurls from her mouth, and you grin in victory at the sound of it. however, your satisfied expression is soon shattered as her lips encircle your clit and begin peppering it with short-lived, hard sucks that send you shaking like a leaf.
"yeah, I think you do," you laugh, the noise half a broken gasp with the deep throb sizzling in your sensitive bud as she tends to it diligently.
the sharp points of her prosthetic arm dig into the plush of your thigh, shoving it from her cheek so that she has space to breathe, sending you a sharp glare.
"fucking brat," she mutters. yet still, her eyes flutter shut as her tongue begins flicking wet little zig-zags against you, the quick, pressured motions making you tighten on her fingers. "I'm only doing this so you're wet enough to take my dick."
the filthy words send your walls spasming, clamping rapidly over her two thick fingers that are plunging into you without relent. streams of liquid gush from your hole, pouring out and immediately getting swiped up by the flat of her tongue, which continues lapping at your clit. the pleasure derived from the movements prolongs your orgasm, thighs aching with the amount of tension that punctures through them as you freeze up from your orgasm.
she darkly chuckles against you. "that did it for you?"
she slides her fingers out of your hole, which clenches down in protest, immediately longing for something to stretch it full. you hope that by sheer willpower, such a thought can be wrenched out of your cloud of lust. you shouldn't want any part of her inside of you. her fingers are already bad enough as is. after all, you had vowed to yourself earlier that day that you wouldn't let her brush a mere finger on even a patch of skin.
but, then, she had cornered you to the wall, towering over you, her breath, smelling of cigar smoke, fanning over your face and coating it in bitter warmth. she had taunted you for how inexperienced you must be, for she knew that your people like to keep their chastity until marriage. she had asked you in a low, velvety voice if you had ever fucked yourself, if you had ever sated your curiosity of what it is to have cock stuffing your holes full. you had kept your mouth clamped shut, but apparently it was to no avail, considering she was a master of body language. the stiffening of your body, the hitch of your breath, the widening of your eyes -- they had all proven to be telltale signs for her, unravelling your secrets of using dildos of different sizes and lengths, burying them to the hilt until your sweet spot was slammed into with every thrust.
her lips had brushed over your cheek, gliding over the pimples that had been produced by the sugary sweets that had been fed to you at the engagement party. she had whispered that she has a real one, one that's warm and that you'll feel getting harder inside you. one with balls filled with seed, ready to be poured into you. the lewdness of her words had sent equal measures of fascination and disgust unfurling within you. your kingdom was vehemently against such crude language, as well as the embracing of heated touches and aroused-filled gazes. everything was kept to the walls of a home, hidden from the public. it had even taken months of scouring for you to secure yourself the most scandalous of erotic books, and you're royalty, for goodness' sake.
but, those books don't at all compare to the real thing. not when the head of sevika's cock is beginning to sink into your hole, hot and soft as it glides through your thick arousal. you should be shoving her away, kicking at her crotch, cursing at her. but, instead, your legs instinctually wrap around her trimmed waist, hands desperately clawing at her back through the white, billowy shirt she sported all day under her velvet vest that had been embroidered with the fire emblem of her kingdom. you had nearly spat on it when her face, twisted with snark, had come down the alter and stopped in front of yours.
"oh," you moan, the noise nearly wounded with how high and desperate it is. your eyes are squeezed shut, guilt churning in your stomach, holding you back from resting your gaze upon her and sharing something as vulnerable as eye contact. but, still, you feel her, all over. you feel the thick weight of her arms, propped on either side of your head, caging you in. you feel the hard grooves of her toned stomach flattened against yours. you feel the ripples of her back muscles as she tenses up, clearly resisting from going to fast. a fact which nearly makes you want to flutter your eyes open.
when she bottoms out, her balls gently smacking against your swollen, drenched pussy lips, a strangled cry flies from your mouth.
and your body immediately is seized by humiliation. you sound downright eager for her cock. what's wrong with you?
needing to lash out at anything, anyone, you grumble out through clenched teeth: "your size isn't that impressive. don't tell me your pacing is just as disappointing."
a soft snicker hits your face. "you trying to goad me into fucking you harder? who knew the princess was this nasty?"
your eyelids fling open, purely to send her a rage-filled glare. it's difficult, though, to keep your features as locked into tight anger when you take in the intimacy of the position. hovering above you, her dark hair fans over her face, the candlelight of the room coating her in a warm, orange glow. her lips are perked up in a small smile, and you notice for the first time it sends her nose wrinkling. the endearing detail makes you falter for a moment -- it's the first soft thing you have picked up on from her. it humanizes her, makes her undeniably real. a detailed person beyond the years of animosity between your respective kingdoms. your wife.
you swallow hard at the thought, looking away.
she tsks. "none of that," she mutters, her large hand cupping your jaw and coaxing you to look back at her. "you're gonna look at me when I take you."
as if to prove her point, her hips lift from their brace on yours, slipping her cock almost all the way out, only the head sucked in. a split second later, she rams back in, the entire length of her thrusting hard into you.
you softly wail, your hands darting up to find purchase on her curved biceps, digging your nails into them as she continues to push in and out of you, steadily pumping inside. your head sinks deeper into the plush pillow, vision slightly blurred as you watch her teeth bite down hard together, her little gap winking at you as she grunts with every thrust. her dark eyebrows are scrunched up, painting lines into her forehead, which is shiny with sweat. to know she's as affected as you is a cold comfort, and a stubborn urge stabs through you to break her down so she's even more of a mess than you are.
your legs tighten around her waist, urging her to press in closer, the weight of her strong, heavy body coating your skin in toasty warmth. your nails rake down her back, and you delight in the choked out gasp that shoots from her lips.
"what the fuck?" she hisses, her hand diving into your hair to yank you back, eyes narrowed on you as she keeps pumping in.
you could nearly cackle at her incredulity. "you deserve worse," you spit out.
she rolls her eyes, her breaths laboured as she says, "you know, I thought I'd go easy on you, but you're just a fucking--"
her hips begin to speed up, slamming into you with every push and pull, wet sounds ringing through the room from both of you being moist with sweat. her dick prods at your spongey little spot, and it causes bolts of ecstasy to zap through your body, making you nearly scream in pleasure, your mouth falling open. you can't tell if these brutal movements are meant to be a punishment, a reward or her simply giving into her desires that she had forced dormant up until this moment. no matter what, though, it makes your body shake under hers, your limbs scrambling to cling onto her tighter, wanting her full weight burying you into the mattress.
"you're just the same as the rest of them," she grunts, her voice biting and hard.
"and--and, ah, you aren't?" you pant, trying to sound sure of yourself in spite of the whines littering your words. "you disgust me."
to punctuate your words even further, you dig your nails into her arms again, wanting to mark her up and have her look upon the scratches the next day and remember that she's not invincible with you.
the pain only seems to egg her on, and she's rutting even faster now, her cock driving into you at an unfaltering pace that has pathetic little moans tumbling from your mouth, your entire pussy throbbing with arousal and unadulterated need.
"yeah? and whose seed do you think is gonna be buried in your tight little cunt tonight, huh? mine," she whispers, a satisfied, wicked grin curling at her lips. "the seed of your enemy, the load of the woman you hate, buried in you until you're carrying our heir."
it shouldn't make your mind so malleable, but the thought of her warm come getting dumped into your hole, pushed in until it swims in your womb, then getting your stomach swollen, has you sobbing in pleasure. the mere thought of how it'd feel sensation-wise, hot and thick, and the connotations of her claiming your body like this, truly uniting your beings in this way, has you dizzy. maybe the hopeless romantic in you is just piercing through this situation, but you can't resist how it makes your hole clench on her.
"I--I--" you stumble, too wrecked with desire to form a comeback.
"that's it, just give in," she breathes out, her dick continuing to jam into you, saliva hanging from her open mouth and splattering onto your cheek. the cool wetness of it has you shivering, fire rupturing through your body when her tongue drags along the blob, smearing it all over your cheek.
your own tongue lolls out on instinct, and you gasp softly when it accidentally swipes hers. her hips stutter, her head raising slightly, the two of you sharing a lingering stare that has your skin heating up. god, why are her eyes so pretty?
it takes only a split second of those very eyes glancing to your mouth before you surge up, capturing her lips.
she meets you there immediately, her lips pushing against yours, swallowing down your moans as her thumb begins to roughly flick at your clit. her tongue roves in, massaging yours with the careful precision only years of practice would have perfected. you're surprised at how bitter that knowledge tastes on your gums, through the crevices of your teeth. she's the first to take you this way, and as much as you hate it, you feel tethered to her now. she's the first to be inside of you, and feel your body in all its most private ways, and it makes you feel infinitely attached in a way that seems all too soft and tender for a marriage born out of desperation. but, her? she's had others before you. it causes an unexpected bolt of jealousy through you. you want this to matter to her too.
you kiss her harder, yearning for reassurance in some way, for you dare not confess to her where your thoughts are lingering. thankfully, she delivers, her teeth skimming along the plush of your bottom lip, and when you gasp from the sting of it, she sucks on your tongue, the motions sloppy and smooth.
"can I come in you?" she mumbles against your mouth. "we don't have to."
your fingers dig harder into her skin. any alternative feels unfathomable. "no, no, please, come in me. I--I need it, need your seed so bad, wanna feel it--"
she silences you with a harsh kiss, your teeth clashing together as she continues to furiously rub at your clit. when her finger pointedly strokes against the side of you hood, a surprisingly sensitive spot for you, your body suddenly seizes then breaks into long, rippling shudders. a long, husky wail breaks through the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping, your hole fluttering hard, the motions barely registering in your head with the thick weight of her cock stretching you out.
moments later, a loud groan, one that sounds so deep that you suspect it comes from somewhere in her tummy, bursts from her mouth. she jerks her cock into you with two more thrusts that are so pointed and strong that they send your body jolting further up the mattress, and then, she's coming. a choked out whine creeps up your throat as you feel her thick come beginning to leak into you, filling you with streams of liquid that makes her dick's movements in you squelch even louder. it coats your insides, stuffing you impossibly full as she continues rocking inside, fucking it deep into you.
when her movements slow to a stop, her body sags against you, forehead dropping to your shoulder. the musky scent of sweat and juices surround you both, and your eyes grow heavy with the weight of exhaustion.
legs still wrapped around her, her softening cock trapped inside of you, you absent-mindedly stroke your fingers over the scratches you left on her back. you suddenly wonder if you ought to apologize, but immediately absolve yourself of the sentiment. you've let her in enough tonight. both literally and metaphorically.
you want to push her off, and tell her to retire to her separate chambers for the night. but, her weight on you is too comforting, like a solid blanket. and your emotions are too hooked into her right now, chest aching at the idea of her leaving.
you're rummaging your mind for what to say, how to behave, when a soft snore rumbles from her, her torso trembling slightly from the movement of it.
you gulp. you should be telling her to wake up and leave. you should be shuffling out from under her and spending the night alone. you should be plotting a way to take advantage of this situation.
so, then, why are you letting yourself lull to sleep? resting easily in the arms of your -- well, your wife.
you choose not to think on it. just for tonight. just for your wedding night.
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