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unikron-kitten-kat · 2 years

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AHHH ITS FINALLY DONE!!!

Please, do enjoy! Motivation and her older twin Ambition were such lazy bitches, and by Zalgo am I glaadd this thing is done!!

(smut under the cut!!)

The Closet Night 1

Slenderman x Male reader

. have no idea what kinks are in here ngl

To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. He was so close.. You could reach out with your hand and touch him. The closet was so small compared to Him. How you got so close was simple, really. Your Boss, the infamous Slenderman, had chosen you to come with him to scout out an old, ramshackle manor on the opposite side of his forest that was rumored to house a potential threat. Well, apparently the rumours were true. Slender had pushed you both into an open closet before closing it quickly. He had sensed a faint presence within the same area as you both, and it wasn't a friendly one. He was so big compared to the tiny wall compartment he loomed over you. His upper arms being above your head, propping himself against the wall didn't help either. Your face was flushed bright red. Your eyes big with embarassment at the position. You hoped staring at the door would be just enough to shield your flushed cheeks.

You are hot. Your backside is squished against the rounded edge of what you assume to be some sort of nightstand or small drawer set. Your arms folded against the top, to keep yourself from bending at very uncomfortable angles. You couldn't help but glance. Fuck, why did Slender have to wear such tight clothes? You could just barely see the roundness of his muscles through his suit jacket, which also flowed with his body. You wanted to touch. To trace along the lines of his muscles the suit marked.

"Is.. Is it gone?"

You cursed inwardly at yourself. The waver in your voice was so obvious, it was painful.

"I do not know, (Name). I cannot even sense its presence much. It was only luck I felt it when I did. Whatever it is, it is impossible for this reality, as it has no soul. If it has no soul, I can't even track it.."

His lower arms lowered, and he placed his hands on either side of the drawers. You noticed him relax a little. You can't. It needs to come off. You desperately, frantically nearly rip your hoodie off your dreadfully hot body. You shuddered with relief. That was much better. You tied your jacket around your.. Shit. No. You tie it so it hopefully isn't visible. Why now? Why now of all times did you have to get a boner? You hope Slender didn't see it.

But oh he did. He certainly did.. Little did you know he made the rumours. He set this up. He set this up because he wanted to be truly alone with you, so he could absolutely ruin you for hours to make up for all those times he hadn't. He has been here before. He saw it, and new it was the perfect place. He found the basement. He saw everything already set up there. All he had to do was swap a few things out and he had the perfect place to toy with you, use you, make those oh so erotic dreams of yours come true. But first...

You inhaled a startled gasp, his leg slipping between yours, rubbing against the embarrassing erection you have. You brought up an arm, to hide your face, and you squeezed your eyes shut in shy want, as his hand crept slowly up your thigh. He squeezed your thigh when his hand rubbed against your crotch. There was no denying what he was doing now. A shiver slithered up your back, shaking your body against his touch. His thin, cold fingers found the button of your pants, undoing it, and dove inside. His palm rubbed your erection through your boxers, from the base to the tip. Your whimpery moans quickly filling the small space. Another hand slithered up your stomach, resting just below your ribs. He traced a line with his finger. His voice rang out, making you shudder so, knowing what he was reffering to.

".. Right about here.. Is where the bump would end... And the bump.. Would be big.." You shuddered, the area he was marking with his finger certainly made it feel big already. It most certainly wouldn't fit.. At least not very easily. You had a feeling he'd make it fit either way..

His fingers, cold, long, with thin claws, traced your muscles. When his hands traveled up, they squeezed your pecs, his thumbs rubbing over you nipples. You whined when his hands left, and he chuckled. "Can't stand my touch leaving you? How whoreful of you~"

You shivered. His touch alone was addicting; burning your skin while sending electric pulses through your body at the same time. Slender pulled your shirt off, pausing after doing so. "This may not be the first time I have seen you shirtless..", He leaned down so his face was almost touching yours, "but I never thought I'd see it off like this..," he trailed off, one hand roaming your body, rubbing and feeling you all over, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck, "You really should pay attention to your windows.. (Name)..," you shuddered, his voice was low and husky, the idea of him watching you do those things to yourself.. "listening to you get off to me was.. Interesting~" you whimpered, his mouth was open, his tongue wet, he licked and sucked on your neck, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him. Your breathy, shakey moans sounding in his 'ear' sent warm pangs of arousal down to his crotch, which you felt harden against your thigh.

"By the way... There is something I am... Irritated about.."

You keened as another hand dipped back into your pants. His voice was right in your ear, and God was it hot. Even with your shirt off, you were starting to heat up to unbearable temperatures again.

"S.. Slen-" A lower hand covered your mouth.

"I am irritated that you insist on calling me Slender, or Slenderman. I have told you, countless times that my name is Abaddon..", he hissed, rubbing his body against yours, his fourth hand groping your ass as one palmed your erection and the other two roamed your exposed skin, allowing your breathy moans to continue filling the small space, "yet you insist on thinking otherwise.." Fuck it was euphoric whenever you were in trouble with him. The fear always went straight to your crotch.

Something about how helpless you were against him, knowing you could do nothing to fight back against him. Like a predator toying with its prey..

"M' s-sorr..", you gasped loudly and exhaled a breathy moan, your back arching, as a wet, slimey tentacle wrapped around your erection.

"... Oh, you will be Very sorry..", Abaddon's hand swept through your hair, pulling at it when it reached the back of your head. He used his long, thick, tentacle-like toungue to lick from your chest, all the way up to your jaw, a thick trail of saliva left from it. He used the chance of your open mouth from your breathy moan to shove in his tongue and mash your lips together. His tongue was so long it was down your throat. Your lips moved together, and his tongue deliciously ravaged your mouth. The hand gripping your hair keeping your head in place. Did he have more tongues!? Two more smaller tongues wormed their way into your mouth. God you felt like some sort of Xenomorph was making out with you. You couldn't breath. The kiss absolutely draining your lungs, which begged and ached for air. You tried getting him off. It wasn't until you nearly passed out that he withdrew his tongues. You gasped despertely for air, your entire body trembling, and knees buckling, from not only loss of air, but almost passing out too.

".... So weak.." Abaddon's voice rumbled, amused. His words went straight to your dick.

Abaddon used an arm to lift up onto the drawer set to sit you on it. Tentacles found their way to your thighs, spreading them nice and open as more tentacles wrapped around your wrists, pinning your arms above your head. He chuckled at how pretty you looked, sweaty and flustered, spread deliciously for him. He was quick to move in between your legs after admiring you, rubbing his clothed erection against yours. He loved the desperate face you were making, rubbing yourself against in tandem with the movement of his hips against yours. His hands gripped your hips in such a tight grip, making them still. The tentacle wrapped around your erection squeezed before pumping you, moving in other ways to make you feel every inch of its savory touch as it climbed up and down your shaft, the tip of it sending jolts of plessure through your body when it rubbed your tip, smearing the precum beading at your tip.

Finally, Abaddon ripped your pants to shreds, the scraps falling from your unclaimed skin. His upper arms gripped your hips, and his lower hands ghosted over the tender, soft skin of your thighs. Your eyes barely open from the savory friction of the tentacle jacking you off. He brought two fingers to your mouth. He didn't have to say anything, you opening your mouth when they came up. While his fingers were inside your mouth, they played with your tongue, pulling it and just barely scratching it with his claws. His fingers left your mouth with a quite popping sound, a thick trail of your saliva stringing thinner as they left. He slipped you off the drawers, quick to turn you around and bend you over them. His fingers rubbed around the rim of your quivering hole, one finally entering it. It started slow, his other hands exploring your body as he readied you to take him. The tentacle that was wrapped around your aching, precum weeping cock had left, leaving you to whine.

"S..." You gasped as a second and third finger entered your ass, "A-ab-ha~!" His touches were so sensual, his hands squeezed and pressed harder in all the right spots, and the pace of his fingers inside you quickened. "Abaddon, siir, please.." You begged. You needed his touch on your cock. He purred, the sound low and rumbly, sounding more like a growl, but not quite. He pulled his fingers out, reviling in the whimper you made when your hole was no longer filled. You heard shuffling, and your body twitched when a blindfold was placed over your eyes, and a tentacle slipped itself into your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth was also wrapped around your neck. You felt Abaddon's lips on your shoulder. You felt him litter them all over your back. He came back up, this time sucking dark bruises into your skin. The sensations made you shudder. You yelped around the tentacle when you felt his lips on your neck. You whimpered when you felt his warm body move away. You heard quite rustling.

His closed mouth rubbed against your skin again as he rubbed his now exposed chest against your back, his crotch coming to grind against your now aching ass when he rubbed forward. God he felt big.. You gasped around the tentacle in your mouth as a particularly thick one circled your hole. It teased and rubbed a portion of itself up and down your ass, teasing you with its size. More tentacles came to wrap around your legs, keeping them nice and spread for easy access. Muffled broken gasps left your throat as the tentacle slipped its tip in, pulling back out and repeating the process, teasing you more cruely. He was holding you down, you shuddering at the comparison of his hands and your back. He could very easily wrap his fingers around your arms and legs.

You let out a moan of surprise as the tentacle slipped in rather quickly, making you squirm slightly, which in turn made Abaddon tighten his python-grip on you. You let out a slew of broken moans as his tentacle filled you up, your body shaking at the pain and pleasure. When his tentacle filled you enough to cause a noticable bulge in your belly, it stopped. One of Abaddon's four hands wrapped around to rub your stomach. With his mouth, he made you shudder with gentle, and quick kisses to your neck, speckling them everywhere, even trailing them down to your shoulder blades. The one hand that was pinning you down was the only one not roaming your skin, or squeezing sensitive parts of your body. The tentacle started pulling out, until its slightly thicker tip hitched on your ass, and it then thrust back in. Your stiffled moans were loud as it stretched you, filling you back up. Within a minute or two, it thrusting into you with such a pleasurable rhythm, it had you falling apart quick, with your legs trembling in the pincer-grip of the tentacles wrapped around them, and your moans being loud despite the tentacle stuffing your mouth and throat. The tentacle in your mouth had started thrusting too, thrusting the tip against the back of your throat. A couple tentacles wrapped around your wrists and pulled your arms against your back. Like slimey handcuffs. The tentacle thrusting into your ass speed up as another slithered around your cock. Your moans increased, and you felt his grip increase for a moment.

Oh you have no idea how much Abaddon is enjoying this. Your slightly muffled moans sent tingles through his body, and more hot pangs too his erection. God, it hurt how hard he was, nevermind how hot and fucking tight his pants felt now. He groaned quitely at the pretty scene below him. You shuddered as his demonic yet godly voice rang out, "You look so.. What's the word..?", his mouth tested against your neck again, licking it, and then sucking a deep bruise into your skin, "Delectable? Definetly delicious~" You whimpered at his words, squirming slightly, and groaning as you suddenly felt your orgasm hit you like a train, painting the drawers with your semen. The tentacle that was in your mouth slid itself out, and wrapped around your neck, not enough to suffocate you, but enough to keep you aware of it. He purred, almost growling. Or maybe it was a growl. You heard clinking, and the sound of a zipper. He dug his claws into your hips, and you shivered while whimpered as you felt him rub his length against your ass. You heard what sounded like scrapping. His upper claws were scratching into the top of the drawers.

After wetting your quivering hole with his precum, grinding roughly against your ass, he lined himself up. You let out a squeaky gasp as his tip slid into your ass. You gasped, arching you back, letting out more loud moans as he filled you, even more than his tentacle did. God was he girthy, you let out a whine as he bottomed out, he was just soo long and so big. He stretched you warmly, and his length reached places none of the toys had used on youself ever did. The claws digging into your hips lessened their grip, and his hands then wrapped around your hips as he 'hugged' you. The hands scratching at the drawers grabbed your sides. The base of his cock was pressed cozily against you ass, and you could feel not only the harsh fabric of his pants, but also the soft skin of his balls against your ass. Abaddon buried his head into your neck with a quite groan. "Fuck... Your tight (name)~"

You whimpered at the 'compliment'. After allowing your body to adjust to his size, he leaned upward, leaning on his upper arms which rested on the drawers. He gave an experimental thrust, pulling out slow, then shoving himself back in. As a loud moan left your mouth, Abaddon propped himself up on his hands, his lower ones still gripping your hips. He thrust again and again, albiet slowly. He didn't want to ruin you too quickly after all. After a few minutes of him allowing your body to get used to his size moving in and out, he couldn't help it any more. His pace quickened slightly, as did the strength with which he pounded into you. Your moans falling freely from your lips, drool dribbling down your chin. You keened when you felt his claws dig and scratch, and his tentacles tighten their already tight hold. You gasped when you felt his tentacles sucking onto your skin, like they had suckers, and you moaned particularly loudly as he found your sweet spot. The tentacle around your neck did the same. You yelped slightly as two attached themselves to your nipples, leaving them to circle them and rub them. The stimulation was too much already, and he was barely started. Your felt the grip Abaddon had on your hips change, and every thrust was suddenly hammering into your sweet spot. With the moans you made, and the reactions your body gave him, Abaddon was loosing it.

Abaddon was so close to snapping. So close to letting go. And he did. His thrusts speed up, and the strength he thrust into you increased. God it felt good. His girth stretched you in ways you didn't think you would be, and his length rubbed areas that were oh so sensitive to his ravaging pace. He moved one of his hands down to your stomach, softly holding it. "There it is~"

You whimpered a moan. "There's the bump~"

He pressed against the area of your stomach that his dick made a bump in, which sent heat and pleasure coursing through your body, even more so when he pressed harder when he rammed hinself back inside.

You were so stimulated, and were experiencing so much pleasure that it had you melting under him. The tentacles gripping your soft legs and his hands digging their claws into your hips and the drawers were the only things holding your up. Tears of burning pleasure painted your cheeks. You whimpered, and tensed, letting out broken moans as another orgasm crept up on you. "Cumming again are we?" His hand found your head, his claws raked against your scalp, sending shivers and drawing whimperes in between your loud moans, his fingers grabbing your hair, pulling it, "Look at you.. So fucked out.. But you want more.. Don't you, you little cock-whore?"

His words sent over the edge, more of your cum painting the dark drawers. You felt his hold on your body tighten for a moment. How could he not? You tightened so much against him, and fuck did it feel good. He groaned at how tight you suddenly got, though his pace did not waver. You were spent, and now feeling the overstimulation. You tried telling him it was too much, pleading for him to be gentler.. But it felt so good, and when you did try to speak your speech was broken by your loud moans. "Aww, can't speak can you? Good. Keep singing that pretty tune like a good slut, okay?".

His words were met with another orgasm from you, which led to him chuckling, muttering about how slutty of you that was. He continued his harsh pace, being fast, and his hips pushing you foward with the force he was slamming into you. You were overstimulated, falling apart, and Abaddon was looving it. Because only the side of your face was against the drawers, he could see your face, and the pleasured, overstimulated expression you have, coupled with the drool and tears streaking your face was such cute fucking look on you. It took a fourth orgasm from you before Abaddon filled you. When you squeezed him again, the pleasure it gave him triggered his high. You moaned at gasped at the sudden hot filling you. His seed was hot, and sticky. You tembled when you felt a few drops leak down your legs. He thrust into you more as he rode his high out inside you, pushing his seed further in as he did. God did he fill you, there was so much, some was leaking out as he thrust in. You were spent. As he brought you up, you collapsed against him, and he chuckled. "Aww, all spent are we?" You felt him pull out as you blacked out, "We have aaalll week to do this~"

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flowrmoth · 4 days

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...and then what happened? pt. 2

Synopsis: ellie helps you get ready for another date, but you unexpectedly come back to her apartment a bit earlier than planned...

AN: i have no words for this, just enjoy. i got a little too carried away. hope i did it justice. (i don't know how to write smut all that well lol), also can we agree that ellie definitely whines and whimpers in bed? thanks

WC: 6.6k (jesus)

Warnings: mdni!!! smut!!!, pining, kissing, oral (r!receiving), masturbation, finger sucking, lowk loser!ellie who still gets bitches even if she doesn't do anything, lowk perv!ellie, fem!reader, ellie being sooo desperate for u she cant help herself, seriously the girl is pathetic, no use of Y/N or readers appearance

Part 1: HERE

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Faded red and purple.

Those are the colors Ellie is looking at currently while examining her neck in the mirror. She's looking at the hickey closely, touching and feeling it with her fingers, the colors of it not as vibrant as they were that Saturday night.

The night that Ellie remembers, oh so well. The night that has been on replay in her mind for the past week and a half, haunting her every second of the day. It plays like a movie, over and over, until she runs out of new details to remark. She flips the images of you like a book, mesmerized by the way your body felt on hers. She remembers your skin like she remembers a painting, so soft, so warm, so inviting.

She wishes for nothing more than to touch you like that again, but she can't.

Because you're going on another date tonight.

Ellie drops her hand from her neck and shuts her eyes, head dropping low. She looks at her hands, gripping the white marble of her bathroom sink until her own knuckles turned the same color.

Why can't she get over it, like she does with other girls? Why does it have to be so hard with you?

She knew she was fucked from the moment her eyes landed on you a year and some months ago, while attending Dinas party. The way you strutted in, all smiles and pearly whites, extending your pretty hand to greet hers. Dina had warned Ellie not to mess with you, for Ellie had 'ruined' a handful of friendships between Dina and her friends who couldn't help but fall for the brunette girl, even if it wasn't her intention.

Ellie at the time, scoffed at this, treating it like a joke, but she soon saw how unbelievably difficult it was to not look at you that way.

She swears that she tried so hard not to hang around you, avoiding you like the plague. Every time Dina or Jesse would invite her to come out she would make up some type of excuse that would rid her of her friends.

"Ellieee, pleaseee! We haven't seen you in so long! Don't be a party pooper or I'll come there and take your stash and smoke it all." Dina pleaded with a whiny voice on the phone for the 10th what time.

"Oh my god, okay, who's coming?" Ellie rolled her eyes at this, anticipating Dina's answer.

"Yes, Jesus, finally you're getting your ass out of that bed! Uh, it's gonna be me, Jesse, Tyler..." she continued on until Ellie heard your name fall from Dinas lips. Her breath hitched in her throat as her heart danced in her chest.

"D, wait! I'm sorry! I just remembered, I have a physics assignment for tomorrow. I... I swear I'll make it up to you! Also, I do other shit than lay in b-" Ellie had to think quick and uni assignments always worked for these type of situations.

"I can't believe you. You owe me big time, Williams! I better have three blunts rolled by tomorrow! Be ready, bitch." and with that Dina hung up the call while Ellie sighed out a shaky breath of relief.

That's how it always went back then, they would call and Ellie would say no, she can't, she's busy.

But she couldn't keep at it for too long, you were becoming incredibly close with Dina and Jesse and Ellie knew she had to face you eventually. So, she started going out, and every time, her heart would flutter when she saw you. Her excuses were long gone and gradually, she tried to make time to see you as much as possible. You were, of course, just as eager to see her, finding her incredibly cool and funny, not to mention good looking.

Pretty soon you were inseparable, and nowadays Ellie finds herself waiting for your texts about your weekly sleepovers or a game of pool at your local bar.

Ellie steps away from her sink, wiping her hands on her grey sweatpants. Her gaze once again falls on her puzzled expression. She tries not to think about your date tonight, but so far she's been failing miserably.

Fuck my life, she thinks.

She gets out of the bathroom and heads towards her couch, wanting nothing more than to put on a dinosaur movie and smoke away her feelings. She plops down on the cushions and searches for the missing TV remote. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie sees her phone on the coffee table light up and your name and picture flash on the cracked screen. She nervously reaches over and clears her throat before answering the call.

"Uhm, yeah? What's up?" Ellie cringes at the sound of her raspy voice, these being the first words she had spoken today.

"Ellie! Where are you? I've called you, like, 5 times already. Are you home? I need help getting ready and my roommate brought her boyfriend over and, ugh, I just can't deal with that. Can I come over?" you ramble, obviously in a rush since it was already 5 PM and your date started at 8.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm home. Come over!" Ellie said rather enthusiastically, much to her dismay. She shuts her eyes in embarrassment.

"Great! You're a life saver, love you! Be there in 15." you say happily and end the call.

Love you!

The words you uttered so nonchalantly hung in the air while Ellie tried not to take them to heart. She puts the phone back on the table and looks around.

Fuck, she had to clean up the place at least.

Ellie frantically got up and started moving things around, putting them back in their designated places. Food delivery bags, sweets and cigarette butts were all over the place. When she was satisfied, she figured she should change into something... better smelling than she had on currently. Ellie hadn't left the house in, at least, 2 days, not having the energy to interact with people. She spent them catching up on homework and watching movies. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't because of your newfound crush, but that meant she would be lying to herself.

Ellie threw the shirt she had on into the hamper and put on a fresh band T. She changed her sweats into a pair of grey shorts and put on some citrusy deodorant, maybe even spraying some into the living room to freshen it up. She quickly brushed her teeth and messed with her hair.

By the time she was done, you were already knocking on her door. Ellie looked at herself in the mirror one last time before deciding that she looked decent enough and opening the door for you to come in.

As always, you give her a big, warm smile and throw your hands around her neck, giving her a hug. It took Ellie a second to respond but she returns your hug with a light squeeze.

"Hey, you." she rasped into your hair, inhaling your coconut shampoo.

"Hey, Els! Hope you don't mind me being here. You know how Alex gets when her boyfriend comes around, I just can't." you say while rolling your eyes. You kick off your shoes and scan the room, heading towards Ellies couch and putting down your big bag.

"Yeah, I get it. Like when Dina and Jesse can't keep their hands off each other. Yuck." Ellie laughs, moving to sit down next to you.

"Exactly!" you start shuffling through your blue duffle, pulling out some clothes and a big, glittery makeup bag. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom? I need to do my makeup perfectly and the lighting is so good there." you ask Ellie with pleading eyes and a smirk, which she simply couldn't say no to.

"Of course, you don't even have to ask." Ellie throws you a lazy smile.

"Thank you!" you tell her excitedly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. You get up with all of your stuff and stride towards the bathroom.

Ellie feels her cheeks getting warmer and redder. She gets up and follows you, "So, uh, are you excited to see, uh... her?" she utters with a nervous laugh, already forgetting your dates name even if you reminded her a million times. She leans on the doorframe of the bathroom and crosses her muscly arms.

"Yeah, I am excited to see 'her'." you look at Ellie through the mirror and put up quotations marks, like you're mocking her obvious bad memory with names. She rolls her eyes. "Sorry I forgot her name, jeez."

I don't care what her name is, she wants to say.

"It's Sophia, for the 100th time. We're going out to this sushi place, I heard its really good! I also heard that its really fancy, so I really have to up my game." you laugh, putting your hair up and examining your face.

Ellies face contorts at this and she can't help but let out a scoff, "I thought you hated sushi? Fish in general? What the hell are you gonna eat?" she asks you with furrowed brows.

"I mean, yeah, its not my favorite but I can try it. Maybe this time it'll be good!" you try to sound enthousiastic, but Ellie was right, you've always hated fish and everyone knew that.

"Why is she taking you there if you can't eat anything on the menu? Did she even ask you what you like? Remember when we went to Jesses place and you tried that fried fish he cooked and threw up?" Ellie starts questioning you, her tone dripping with jealousy. She looks at your face in the mirror and manages to catch your worried eyes, just for a flash.

"Ellie, its fine. She insisted we go there, so I didn't complain. I'll try some and if I don't like it, I'll just get a drink. That's all. Now, let me do my makeup in peace, dummy!" you usher her out, getting slightly annoyed because she was right, but you still wanted to make it work with this girl so you didn't say anything when she suggested you go to this restaurant.

Ellie simply can't believe you're going out with someone who doesn't even know you that well. You're pretty vocal about your likes and dislikes, so either this Sophia isn't listening to you or she doesn't care.

The fuck does she have that I don't? I would treat you better.

With an annoyance in her step Ellie, once again, lays down on her coffee colored sofa and opens up TikTok, mindlessly scrolling while waiting for you to finish getting ready. After a while of watching dog videos and replying to Joel's unreadable texts and his wrong use emojis, Ellie decides that rolling a blunt for when you leave is a great idea. She definitely need to get her mind off of things.

After what seemed like an hour, you come out of the bathroom. Your hips sway as the black bodycon dress you picked hugs you in all the right places, your hair frames your face like its a masterpiece and the makeup you did enhances your features perfectly. Your hands are behind your back as you make your way to the living room.

"Els, need your help with something." you say shyly, while turning your rear side to the girl.

She looks up from the table and her eyes land on your bare back. Your black, lacy bra sticking out from underneath the dress. Her gaze widens and her breath stops for a second. She wonders if you have matching panties on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Can't reach the zipper. Will you zip me up?" you giggle while trying to zip up the dress, but fail miserably instead.

Ellie swallows the lump that formed in her throat and gets up from the couch. "Y-yeah, of course." She says in a hushed voice.

You relax your shoulders as her own tense up. Her long fingers move towards the zipper that sits on the small of your back. One of her hands finds its way to the black zipper, while the other rests on your upper arm. Carefully, she picks up the small bead and starts moving it up you back.

You feel Ellies breath fan against you, her body heat radiating off of her. She's so close that she could see every damn freckle and baby hair on your neck, and that's precisely where she would plant a kiss right now if she could. The dip of your shoulders and collarbones were driving her crazy. She tried to drag the drop as slow as she could, just so she could stare at your curves longer.

One of the straps of your dress slip down, and Ellie picks it up and places it back. Her fingers graze your trap and it feels like fire. She sneakily caresses the spot before returning to her task.

"There, all, uh, all done." Ellie smooths down the dress slowly, picking off any lint that stuck to the soft fabric. She rests her hands on your hips, just for a second. Just to see what it feels like. You turn around with a smile and thank her. Ellie lets go of you and scratches her ear while her eyes linger on your body.

Don't be a creep, Ellie. Don't look at her chest. Don't.

You put your stuff back into the bag your brought over and take out the black open-toed heels you bought last week. Sitting down on Ellies sofa, you strap them on and get up to see how they feel. Ellies eyes never leave you.

"So, what do ya think? I look okay?" you question Ellie, swaying over to the body length mirror that hangs in the hallway. You do a turn and send Ellie a killer smile, like you're posing for a photo. Ellie thinks she's gonna explode.

"You look fucking- great, fuck. Of course you look good." Ellie shakes her head as if you asked her the most ridiculous question to exist. She leans back on the couch and observes you as you examine your face.

She imagines that you're getting ready for a date with her. Imagines giving you a kiss on the neck and planting her hands around your waist while you giggle at her and snap a photo of you two in the mirror.

"Okay, and what do you think 'bout this perfume?" now you were getting nervous, the time to leave for the date coming closer. You march over to her, heels clicking on the wooden floor. You lean down, pushing your neck into Ellies face so she could sniff you better.

You catch Ellie by surprise as she steadies herself. Her nose and lips nervously brush over your neck, just behind your ear. She takes a long inhale and closes her eyes, you signature scent filing up her senses. Your hair tickles her face.

"Smells good. As always." Ellie states quietly, not moving from the warmth of your neck. She wishes she could stay there.

"Thanks, Williams. I have to go, I'm gonna be late. So, uh, I'll let you know how the date went! You have my location if anything happens, yeah? Lock the door behind me." you put on your coat and bag and strut to the door.

"Wait, she's not picking you up?" Ellie hurriedly follows behind you. The fuck?

"Uh, no. Something's up with her car or... I don't know. I'm just gonna walk!" you say, not looking forward to the death of your feet.

"Jesus," she mutters "do you want me to drive you? It's cool." Ellies already picking up her car keys but you stop her.

You put your hand on her bicep, giving her a reassuring squeeze "Ellie, it's fine. I don't mind walking! I love walking, in fact! Don't stay up late, okay? Bye, Els!" you retort, you don't want to be a bother. Besides, walking is healthy. At least you'll get your steps in and the restaurant is 15 minutes away.

Ellie rolls her eyes, but she can't even say a comeback since you're already clacking away. She almost forgets to lock the door.

She drags her feet back to where she was sitting and finishes rolling her joint, the TV in the background playing a random movie. Ellie lights up the spliff and leans back, putting her feet up on the living room table. Finally she can relax and turn her mind off.

The clock showed 12 AM and Ellie was fast asleep right where she sat. The spliff she smoked turned into ash and the movie she was watching ended a long time ago. The sound of her phone ringing jolted her awake, the ring tone she put specifically for you blaring loudly.

She quickly picks up the phone "Hey? Is everything okay?" Ellie muttered, still half asleep with closed lids.

"Hey, um, Ellie? Can I come over?" you slur your words slightly. Are you drunk? You sounded rushed and winded.

"Of course, angel, where are you? Should I pick you up? Are you okay?" Ellie asks in a panic, now wide awake. She didn't even notice the way her nickname for you slipped out.

"Yeah, everything's fine, just need to, uh, see you." you sniffle "I'm gonna be up in a sec." you tell her and hang up the call.

Ellie rushes to the door to unlock it and sees your fallen face. She stands to the side and lets you in as you take off your heels and fall face first into the cream cushions.

"What happened?" Ellie asks as she sits down next to you, placing a careful hand on your back.

"Nothing, I just... It was so weird. Everything was okay at first, we were drinking and laughing, and then we went back to her place and she was acting strange and kinda like an asshole, so I left. The sushi was shit, by the way." you chuckle, wiping the one tear that slipped from your eye.

Ellie had a concerned look on her face as she opened up her arms, inviting you for a hug. "Come here." You place your head on her warm chest and close your eyes, humming contently. "I didn't know where to go and you were so close, so yeah. Sorry if I woke you up, though." you whisper into her.

"It's okay, just glad that you're okay. Wanna take a shower? You can sleep here if you want." Ellie smiles at you while wiping smudged mascara from your cheek. Your painted lips tug into a smile and Ellie wonders how that shade of pink would look on her.

"Yes, please." you mutter softly and let go of her body.

Ellie gets up and swiftly makes her way to her bedroom. She rummages through her messy closet until she finds a pair of grey boxers, some socks, a t-shirt and a towel. Jesus Christ, I need to clean more often.

"Here you go." she hands you the clean clothes.

"Thanks, Els. I don't know what I would do without you." you smile at her hazily, your eyes having this sort of gloss over them, like the one Ellie saw that night. You make your way to the bathroom and close the door. She hears the water turn on and the sound of the shower curtains rustling.

Don't imagine her naked, you idiot.

Ellie lets out a sigh she didn't know she was holding as she settles into the daybed comfortably.

You finish your shower and plop down next to Ellie. The smell of her pine-like shampoo fills her nose. The thought of you showering with her stuff and using her towel and sleeping in her clothes makes her head dizzy with the sheer domesticity she so badly yearns for.

Ellies sprawled out in a laying position, one hand under her head while the other plays around with the TV remote. You wrap your arms around Ellies tattooed one, leaning your head on her shoulder. One of your legs rests on top of hers, hiking up your her boxers in the process.

Fuck.

Ellie can't help but gaze down at your body, the way her bottoms hug your thighs and how her shirt looks so fucking good on you. To say that you look hot would be an understatement. She knew she looked stiff as fuck but she didn't dare move a muscle. Ellie feared that even a slight movement would cause you to detach from her, so she stayed still.

"You okay, El?" you ask as you notice the change in her demeaner, shifting your stare to the side of her face. Even though the only light was coming from the TV, you could still se the slight nervousness that was present on the girls face.

Ellie snaps her head towards you and clears her throat "What? Yeah, angel. I'm fine, sorry. Just watching the show." she sends a smile your way as her eyes focus on the TV, your own burning a hole in the side of Ellies neck.

She puts a daring tattooed hand atop your thigh in a reassuring matter. You hum against her and turn your attention back to the documentary that was playing.

Ellies feels her heart palpate and she wonders how far the nearest hospital is from her apartment.

You lay like that for a while, comfort and warmth surrounding your tangled bodies. You didn't move and Ellie took that as a sign that her clammy hand on your thigh didn't present itself as a problem.

Ellie thought she was dreaming.

Out of nowhere you let out a chuckle, obviously remembering something funny. "What is it?" Ellie asks you.

"Nothing I just- nothing, doesn't matter." a giggle escapes your lips as you nuzzle closer to Ellies body.

"Weirdo." Ellie jokes with a squeeze to your leg.

After a 2 minute silence, you whisper something that sends Ellie into orbit "I didn't even come..."

What the fuck?

Did she heart that right?

Ellies body hardens as she questions. "Come- come where?" the embarrassing ask leaves her mouth before she can even think about what you meant. You laugh at her confused tone.

"No, Els, I mean, like, I didn't even come when I was with her." you hide your face in your palm and whisper the 'come' part, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you even admitted something like this to your friend. Ellie understands.

Oh my god.

The brunette thinks she might just die right here. You almost never talk about sex. I mean, here and there of course, but never intimately like this. You both knew more about Dinas and Jesses sex like than yours, everything you found out against your will. Ellie didn't even know if she wanted to hear about your love endeavours, she didn't know if she could handle the sheer thought of someone else's naming dripping from your lips in that way.

But this, this intrigued her as she continued to ask.

"What do you mean?" Ellie tries not to prod to much, still acting dumb.

"I mean, we were going at it but after she was done, that was it. She left me high and dry. She didn't even give me aftercare, she just went on her phone." you laugh feeling more comfortable to tell the story "That's why I left. I felt embarrassed."

This fucking bitch. she thinks about the girl. She couldn't comprehend what you were telling her. Someone was having sex with you? And you didn't finish? That wasn't their priority?

Ellie can't help but let out a scoff as her mouth hangs open with disbelief.

I would never fucking do that.

"Do what?" you question her, giving her a puzzled look.

Shit, did she say that out loud?

"I- I mean, I would never just leave a girl hanging like that. Making a girl finish is sometimes better than sex itself, shit." Ellie lets out a mocking laugh, the weed that still buzzed in her giving her confidence. This made your stomach swirl in a way that was all to familiar, the thought of Ellie in compromising positions.

"Don't feel embarrassed, she's a fucking idiot. Doesn't deserve you." her grip on your thigh hardens and you would be lying if you said that it didn't have any effect on you. Ellie wasn't the only one still drunk on substances, the alcohol you had earlier still present in your body.

"Yeah, you're right." you mutter out, hiking your leg upwards, your knee nearing Ellies crotch. This doesn't go unnoticed by the brunette.

"Of course I fucking am." she says like its fact, her eyes darting between your knee and the TV.

The comforting silence returns and soon enough Ellie puts on a TV show you both love, but you couldn't focus on anything but her body underneath yours. Its not like you didn't think about Ellie. Of course you did. Every fucking gay girl with eyes saw how attractive Ellie was. Her eyes, her crooked smile and that fucking tattoo that adorned her forearm were enough to make a girls knees weak. Dina had subtly mentioned how Ellie was a bit of a player, so you didn't wanna indulge in her games. As you grew closer to her, you saw how sweet she actually was. Yeah, she could be an ass sometimes, but that was just Ellie. You saw right through her hard exterior and discovered her nerdy and warm side. Still, you didn't want to compromise your friendship with her or Dina, so you just moved on.

You move your head to rest in the crook of Ellies neck, feeling her pulse quicken at the action. Racy thoughts were swirling in your head and your tongue was faster than your tipsy brain.

"Now I'm all pent up." the whisper came out so hushed that even Ellie barely heard it.

The air shifts and Ellie nearly looses her mind. You could cut the tension with a knife. What the fuck were you doing? Surely this isn't something innocent. Suddenly she could feel every inch of your body on hers, a cold sweat running down her insides.

What the fuck does she do now?

Shit.

"Y-yeah?" she whispers even quieter then you, testing the waters. Fuck it, she thought. She could feel the warmth of your centre radiating on her thigh and that was enough for her. With her gaze still on the screen, Ellie moves her hand up your thigh slowly, landing near the bottom of your cotton boxers. She takes the hem between her fingers and plays with it. Maybe this seemed like a bold move, but her insides were doing fucking backflips. She patiently waited for your next move.

"Yeah, got all worked up..." you rasp out, craning your neck to the side and lightly brushing your lips on the red mark you left some days ago. You unhook your leg from Ellies waist and turn to lay on your back, still clinging to her right arm. Ellies hand slips from your ass and lands on the inner part of your leg. Nobody speaks a word.

Ellie thinks she might pass out.

Her fingers draw deliberate circles on your skin, still unsure of her movements. Slowly but surely, they dance up your leg and land again on the hem of your shorts. Ellies eyes are wide with blown out pupils, her breaths come out ragged and short. She can't keep her eyes off of you. Her digits linger for a moment or two, before her pinky grazes your sweet spot. The thing she yearns for. You let out a quick sigh of relief as you both come to an understanding of what's about to happen, but neither of you verbally confirm it. No words need to be said.

Your grip on her arm tightens, silently signaling for her to continue what she was doing. She moves her pinky up and down and if she moved just an inch, she would be right where you needed her.

Ellie decides that she would be taking her sweet ass time. She'd been waiting too long for this to be over in a matter of minutes. She finally feels like she's in control. Her bangs stick to her forehead, her brows are furrowed and they way she's biting her lip will definitely leave a mark. She couldn't see your face, but she imagines its mimicking hers.

You buck your hips up, just a tad, just to let her know its safe to go further. Ellie moves your leg with hers slowly as she opens up your thighs. She so badly wishes to see the view below, so sure that the cotton boxers were a darker shade of grey in the middle. Her throat is dry at the mere thought of your slick.

Ellie moves her hand to cup your cunt, the pads of her digits pressing against your hole lightly. She was right, you were wet.

You were wet for her.

The words keep repeating in her mind.

It takes everything in her not to flip you around and fill you up with her strap, but she can't. Not yet. Not now. Another time if her stars are lucky.

You let out a low moan that you were holding on to while digging your nails into Ellies bicep. Ellies tattooed hand moves up, her fingers tracing your bud with a light pressure, enough to elicit another groan out of you. Ellie groans quietly just at the sight of her hand on your pussy. Her pressure on your clit hardens and she moves her fingers faster. You instinctively open your legs more, giving her better access to play with you.

She halts her movements and you almost whine at the loss of her touch. She slowly lifts up the band of your boxers and slips her hand in. She doesn't know why but she's surprised at the loss of your panties underneath the shorts. Ellie remembers seeing the lace adorning your back just a couple of hours ago and wondering what you were wearing down below. Its a good surprise nonetheless.

You arch your back at the sudden contact of Ellies cold digits on your puffy clit. She circles it again before moving down to gather your slick on her fingers, returning them to your bud.

"E-Ellie..." her name falling from your lips in the most beautiful way Ellie has ever heard and she thinks she could come just from that. Your bury your face in her neck and she feels your every breath.

"Yeah, baby?" she rasps out, continuing to roll your clit around in hard but slow movements. You kiss her neck a bit harder this time, leaving wet trails all the way up to her jaw. Her smell is intoxicating to you. You need more.

"Need more, El." you mutter out shyly. It was embarrassing how quickly you soaked your panties for her. You didn't know that Ellies were even worse than yours.

She dips her head down and catches your lips with hers in a slow kiss. Ellie thinks she's on top of the world.

The touch was electric and Ellie felt as if you were the missing piece to her puzzle. You let go of her arms as you straddle her waist, tangling your hands behind her neck and in her hair. Ellie lets out a groan at the tug of her locks as her hands come up to rest on your ass. She kisses you with so much want and so much need, she doesn't even stop for a quick breath. You both slow down as her hand once again finds your wet centre and you can't help but let out a moan into Ellies mouth. She rubs you through your boxers, teasing you again.

"El, please..." you plead with her, you can't take it anymore. Your head falls into the crook of her neck as you leave another hickey next to the old one.

Ellie feels like a god when she hears her name fall from your mouth, so sickly sweet, so desperate, just for her.

"What do you want, baby? Hm? Tell me." she's not even that much of a dirty talker, but she needs to hear you say it. Needs to hear you say how badly you want her. The craving for you growing stronger.

"Anything. Do whatever you want." the words you say come out in a moan as you grind down on her rough palm.

In a swift motion she flips you over to lay on your back. Your legs wrap around her waist as she pulls up your chin for a deep kiss. Both of you are a moaning mess at this point. The pillows on her couch were thrown somewhere on the floor, the TV long forgotten. Ellie pulls her shirt above her head and you almost salivate at the sight of her abs, her Calvin Kleins peeking out from her shorts. Her messy auburn hair and bitten lips leave you wanting more. You pull her in by her sports bra to continue the kiss. Her fingers toy with the bottom of your shirt as she lifts it up above your tits, the cold air nipping at your exposed skin.

She kisses down your body, starting from your neck down to your clavicle. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this." Ellies words sound breathless as she kneads your tits in her hands, running her fingers over your hardened nipples. She kisses them slowly, making sure to leave a few of her marks.

Ellie can't wait any longer, the need to taste you overcomes her completely.

She gets on her knees in front of the couch and settles between your soft thighs, kissing and biting them delicately. Her long digits drag over your tits all the way to your knees. "Can I taste you? Please?" and Ellie didn't even have to ask by the looks of you.

Ellie wishes she could take a picture right now. Your cute face is all blushy, bitten lips waiting for a moan to slip out. Your hair spills around you like you're a work of art. God, don't even get her started on how your perfect body looks under hers.

And who are you to deny her? Her whiny tone and big eyes are enough to send you over the edge.

"Yes, Ellie. Hurry up. Please." you sound just as pathetic as her.

Ellie eyes your heat, pressing a teasing finger right on your wet clit. She bunches up the boxers and slips her hand underneath, touching you with her cold knuckles and dragging them down your slit slowly. The reaction that this elicits from you makes her roll her eyes to the back of her head. She carefully but quickly takes off the cotton material and throws it behind her.

"Jesus, you're so fucking wet." and it feels so pathetic, how wet you got just from a few touches. You don't even wanna know how fast you'll come if she keeps this up.

Ellie finally bows her head down and licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, making you buck your hips to her mouth from the action. She shuts her eyes and groans from your taste. Tastes so fucking sweet. She thinks she could live off of you alone. She continues gathering your slick on her tongue as she circles your clit, pulling you closer by your thighs. Her moans mix with your own and you don't think you could hold on any longer.

"E-Els, oh my god. Keep, fuck, keep going!" you croak out while arching your back, pushing into Ellies tongue.

"Hold on, baby. Don't come yet. Just a little longer. Shit, you taste so fucking good." Ellie grumbles between your folds, nose bumping into your bud as she nuzzles deeper. Her chin is covered in your wetness, dripping down the couch.

Her right hand unwraps from your thigh and reaches down into her own shorts. Ellie can't help it, her own slick pooling in her underwear. The thought of her face in your cunt making her go crazy. She speeds up her tongue while she simultaneously rubs her own clit. She doesn't even bother to take off her boxers.

"Tell me when you're close, angel. Okay?" the sound of her voice sending vibrations to your body. You nod frantically, too pent up to even use your words. All you can focus on is her heaven-sent tongue that's working on you.

However, you do notice her sneaky hand in her boxers, and the sight alone makes the tight coil in your stomach snap. Ellie's lapping at you like you're her last meal in the world while her wrist is working on her own clit. The sight is pitiful one, how she's about to come just from eating a girl out. Not just any girl. Her girl.

"Ellie, I'm close, fuck, 'm gonna- gonna come!" you whine with your hands tightly tangled in Ellie's hair. "Yeah, fu- you gonna come for m-me?" and as she utters those words and as her pace is just right, both of you finish at the same time, hot flashes running through your bodies. Ellie's hand and mouth are still not letting up as she works trough your orgasms.

She slows down and takes her hand out of her shorts and lazily wraps it around your thigh. "El- stop, stop, stop, can't take, fuck- can't take anymore." you hum out, your hand wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead. Ellie groans in reply, so pussy drunk on your taste that she just can't bring herself to let up. "Ellie! Please..." you push her head away, feeling overstimulated.

"Okay okay, sorry angel." her mouth detaches from your bud with a pop and she continues placing small licks on your hole, cleaning you up. She finishes with a few kisses placed on your clit and inner thighs.

Ellie quickly gets up with wobbly legs and goes to the bathroom to get a fresh towel to clean up the scene that just unfolded. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she sees your shinny slick dripping down her chin and she can't help but smirk at the sight.

She makes her way towards you and now she really wishes she had a fucking camera somewhere here, because even the greatest renaissance painters couldn't have painted a better portrait. You turn your head to look at Ellie with you shirt sitting under your chin, your bottom half completely naked and as the cherry on top, your perfect smile and hazy eyes looking right at her.

She blushes as she sits down next you, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Hey, brought you a clean rag." she says, suddenly feeling very shy under your piercing gaze. "Thanks, babe." you tell her before pulling her down by her bra for a sweet kiss. Ellie immediately melts into you as you taste yourself on her lips. Her heart flutters at the word babe.

"Was, uh, was that good?" her pleading eyes look into your own as she questions you quietly. "Ellie, you're joking, right?" you giggle as you run your fingers through her auburn locks. She turns away from your gaze while a deep blush creeps onto her cheeks.

"Hey," you turn her head towards yours "I don't think I ever came that fast in my life." your blown out pupils meet her own and Ellie's stomach dances at your words.

You pick up her right hand, still looking deep into her eyes. A playful and dangerous look enhancing your stare. You bring up her fingers to your lips, parting them just enough for her digits to slip in, licking them clean from the girls come. Ellie sees white for a second. She pushes them in deeper, and now she can't help but imagine some other things she would do to you.

"Round 2?"

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