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Fun & Games Part II

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: MDNI!!!, Cursing, Angst, Smutty smuttttttt, Reader Receiving, Mutual Masturbation *finger guns*

A/N: SO - Part 1 got 600 notes and I thought….well damn. So here’s part two. It’s definitely a lot more saccharine than the first part. But that’s on character development 💅🏾 This kind of reader is toxic, but so fun to write. Also @dearestal, thank you.

It was easy convincing your fellow team members that you and Ellie still hated each other. Almost too easy. While everyone thought Ellie’s darkened gaze whenever you were near stemmed from some sort of intense burning hatred, you knew it was actually due to her remembering all the ways she had made you hers the night before. And you were hers, when it was just the two of you intertwined in bed. You were hers, when you were boneless and satiated after hours and hours of her fingerprints burning into the swell of your thighs, your teeth biting at her shoulder. Hours of you making her swear that no one else could ever have her this way.

But when you were done…that’s where it all ended. Post orgasm, being with Ellie felt like a fuzzy, rose colored daydream. No matter how rough you got with each other, she always made sure to take care of you afterwards. You welcomed those featherlight kisses over any bruise or scratch in an unnecessary apology. But once the fog cleared, all it took was one look into her green eyes as she reached up to caress the soft skin right underneath your ear with her thumb, to bring you back to reality. It was honestly startling, jumping from a place of vulnerability to immediate fear so quickly. You handled it the best way you knew how, abandoning ship immediately. You’d flinch, getting up immediately and getting dressed. This was fun for what it was. But it could never be anything more than that.

“My roommate isn’t coming back tonight…you could stay.”

You’d looked at her then, auburn hair that was usually in a bun resting at her neck fell, brushing across her bare shoulders. She looked so small then, eyes focused on a loose thread in the flat sheet she was covered with.

“I have to be up early.”

Then she'd looked at you and you’d hated it. Hated how in that moment she looked so lost and forlorn, before she shook her head, gaze steeling over. You’d watched as she got up, her bare body disappearing in the bathroom with a hard shut of the door, before you saw yourself out.

It had started to always be that way, the two of you developing a pattern of sorts. You’d piss each other off in public, you always able to tell exactly when you had her, and before you knew it you were in bed again.

And let’s be clear, you weren’t an idiot. You knew how she felt about you. You knew every time she kissed you hard, almost desperately, after you’d been kissing her between her slim legs. You knew.

Ellie Williams had fallen in love with you.

And you couldn’t help but think how stupid she was for doing that.

You weren’t particularly nice to her. You couldn’t help what you said, most of it just to keep her attention. But you had also never been particularly nice at all. Mostly abrasive. And Ellie knew that….and in some ways Ellie liked that. But you couldn’t help but think that in the long term…this dynamic would wear itself out. She’d eventually tire of you and want something softer, sweeter. You’d be ready for that when it happened.

After six hours of sitting on a bus traveling for a tournament, your team was tired and most of them were ready for bed. You were tired as well and wished you could get to your room already, exhaustion laced with irritation making you more impatient than usual. It was hot, your seat was uncomfortable, and Ellie had been refusing to pay attention to you for three entire days now. Ever since the last time you’d slept together and you’d refused to stay over, she hadn’t so much as looked your way anymore. Maybe the time you’d been preparing for was now. Maybe she finally realized you weren’t any good for her.

You told yourself it was fine at first, but by the end of the third day you were not only sexually frustrated, but also pissed. If she wanted to end things she could’ve at least talked to you….

‘Yea because both of us are such strong communicators.’

A high pitched ring brings your attention over to where your coach was tapping the bell to get service at the hotel. You could hear some of the girls whispering about their plans to go out. As captain you disapproved - you all needed your rest for the next day. But honestly, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything.

“Ellie, you coming too?” You hear one of the others say, to which Ellie just offers a small smile and shrugs. Your mood sours even more than you thought possible. Even that small gesture was more than she’d given you in days.

You turn to your coach and look over her shoulder at the list of room assignments. You hadn’t had time to go over the arrangements with her and so you were just as eager as everyone else to find out who you’d be rooming with. The coach reads off as your eyes scan the paper and just as she says it, you see it.

“Room 303 is Y/n, Micah, Talia…and Ellie.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Ellie groans out, gesturing vaguely in your direction, “Seriously Coach, how hard would it be not put me with her?”

“I will literally take any other room.” You say quickly, crossing your arms and staring directly at the girl with green eyes. So that’s it? You’re really just done? You don’t want me anymore?

“Yea and I would literally rather be shot in the face.” She mocks, not even bothering to give you the satisfaction of looking at you when she says it. I’m not going to waste my time anymore.

“Guys, enough. I’m fucking exhausted and I’m not going to redo arrangements because you two can’t decide whether you want to rip each others clothes off or throats out.”

Your mouth opens to retort, but then immediately closes. Fuck, she’s always been way more perceptive than I gave her credit for.

“We’ll see about switching things up in the morning but for now? Bed.” And with that, she slings her duffle over her shoulder and heads toward her very own single bedroom.

The rest of your team disperses and you just barely catch Ellie’s eyes before she turns and walks away. Usually this would be the part where she’d give you that look, hinting at what was to come later. But this time, there was no look. In fact, there seemed to be no regard for you at all.

Talia and Micah drop their bags on the bed closest to the window and you already see the impending argument unfolding.

“Listen guys….” Talia starts slowly.

“No.” Ellie interrupts, “No fucking way.”

“Yes way.” Micah says shortly before offering a very sincere, “Sorry about it.”

“Are you really?” Ellie says, and before she can get another word out you tell them, “It’s fine.”

Ellie finally looks at you, really looks at you for the first time that day and raises an auburn eyebrow. “I can just take the pull out. There should be one…”

Ellie eyes you for a second before huffing and tossing her backpack on the second bed closest to the door. Really, you? Taking the high road? Unheard of. There was also a part of her that thought that maybe you hated the thought of sleeping beside her so much that you’d gladly take the pull out couch. Maybe that was why you always ran away. She hated to admit it but, that thought…well it hurt more than she thought it would.

Why was she surprised though? You both had become experts on exactly how to hurt each other the most.

After quickly settling in, Talia, Micah, and Ellie go out, leaving you to your own devices. You decide to shower and then busy yourself with working on a term paper. You’re about done when Ellie returns, alone.

She doesn’t say anything. Just immediately strips down to her underwear and sports bra.

Naturally, you’re intrigued and will never turn down an opportunity to stare. Ellie honestly had the most beautiful neck, perfect collarbones, and….a dark purple mark?

For a moment it doesn’t register, and even when it does, you do some intense mental gymnastics to try and figure out the last time you’d marked her.

It’s been days, there’s no way I-

“Ellie, what the fuck is that?” You say before you can stop yourself.

She’s slipping on a t-shirt from her bag as she mumbles a simple, “What?”

You move from your place on the pull out with a quickness that surprises even yourself, until you’re in front of her, yanking down the collar of her shirt until the offensive mark marring her skin shows itself once more. “This!”

She blinks slowly, and from this close you can see that her eyes are slightly red from the weed she undoubtedly smoked, “C’mon y/n, I know you’re smarter than that.”

Her nonchalance about the whole thing sends rage, hot and fierce, through your veins. This was it. You were going to commit homicide. Ellie or this bitch, you didn’t know who first.

“Ellie….” You start slowly, closing your eyes and exhaling through your nostrils, trying with all that was in you to be sane. To be rational. “Why-”

“Are we really going to do this right now?” She cuts you off, yanking your hand away from her shirt. “All you want to do is argue and fight with me, and then fuck me just to pretend like nothing ever happened. Like you don’t know how I feel, as if I haven’t been showing you this entire fucking time.”

She’s got that look in her eyes again, the one that had scared you before. And you hate to admit that it scares you even now. “Ellie we said that we-” you start, trying to keep your voice even. But you’d already shown your hand so acting unbothered was useless. “We said we weren’t going to hook up with anyone else.”

“No you said that, so you could keep whatever this is under your control!” She shakes her head and continues getting dressed, shuffling her shorts on and tossing her backpack to the ground. “You don’t get to make Terms & Conditions for whatever this is on your own. So if I want to fuck literally anyone else, I will.”

“No you will not.” You say, your voice shaking with anger and frustration. Your eyes burn as you stammer out, “You can’t.”

“Yea? And why can’t I?”

Because you’re mine.

The angry smirk on her face told you she knew that she was backing you into a corner. That thought irritated you even more, made finding words that much harder. “Because I- Fuck, Ellie I….”

Just then the door bursts open and you quickly wipe away tears. Fuck you and your angry crying, fuck Ellie, and fuck these girls for coming in.

The two of them, clearly drunk take a quick look between the two of you before Micah groans, “Jesus fuck, you guys are still fighting? The motherfuckin’ dramatics of it all.”

Talia giggles from beside her, completely unbothered by the situation unlike Micah, “Yal can fight if you want to, but we’re going to sleep.”

And with that, you all head to bed. The white noise of the air conditioner lulls the other 3 to sleep, leaving you alone in the dark with your thoughts. You really did try to sleep for about an hour or so before resigning to just staring at the ceiling in the dark. There was no way you’d be able to sleep tonight, not with all of the pent up energy and stress you were holding inside you. Honestly, part of you was kind of grateful the girls showed up when they did. Part of you also wondered what you would’ve said had they not.

I only want you for myself? Possibly.

I’m sorry? Ehh, Maybe.

I…love you. Absolutely Not.

The thought makes your stomach turn with unease. That was, for lack of a better word, a dumb ass thought. It was so stupid. And ridiculous, and entirely wrong and yet…

And yet, you slip out of your blanket, off the pull out mattress, and pad your way over to Ellie’s bed where she lay sleeping. Before you can change your mind, you slip under the covers with her. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around her waist from behind.

She smelled like…well she smelled like weed. But she also smelled like Ellie.

“Ellie?” You whisper into the back of her neck, waiting for a bit and when you hear nothing you try once more, “Els?”

It’s silent for a while, and just when you start to think she was dead asleep, you feel her shift slightly, “What are you doing Y/n?”

Ignoring her, you ask,“Tonight…whoever you were with-”

“Doesn't matter to me.” She finishes, “We just made out and then I got bored and left. You know that.”

You did know. Underneath it all, you knew there could be no one else for her. She had made that abundantly clear to you.

Even so, images of Ellie kissing some nameless person flash across your mind and you struggle not to let her know exactly how those mental pictures made you feel. Instead, you choose to calm yourself and nuzzle further into her back, deciding then that cuddling after sex may not be so bad if it was with Ellie. “What if I can’t…be what you need.”

You feel her sigh deeply, “And what do you think I need Y/n?”

“Someone….who’ll be good to you. Like…buy you flowers and candy. Like a full fledged girlfriend. I’ve never been someone's girlfriend. Just a casual hookup, and in your case, sneaky link and drill sergeant team captain.”

You feel her shake a tiny bit as she huffs out a laugh and you frown. You were being gross and vulnerable here and she was laughing? “How is any part of this funny?”

“You’re just….so damn cute sometimes.” she says, turning around in your arms. You were annoyed at how amused she was and maybe a bit embarrassed. You hated feeling small like this but Ellie did that to you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she made you feel safe, and gave you the confidence to believe that maybe saying silly things like, “What we have scares me.” and “But, I need you.” were ok.

“Look at me.” You immediately shake your head, deciding instead to hyperfixate on the collar of her shirt. “Stop being stubborn.” She adds, pinching at your waist.

You flinch and lightly smack her chest, finally looking at her with defiance in your eyes, “You know my love handles are sensitive!”

Ellie scoffs briefly telling you to ‘shut up’ before continuing, “I don’t need you to be anything, y/n. And to be honest, if I can recall, you’re pretty damn soft for me all the time.” She stops talking to lay one kiss on your nose, and then on your lips.

“Just takes a bit of work,” she says as she kisses along your jawline, “But we get there, right?”

“That is debatable…hnn-” Her lips find the spot beneath your ear, the spot she knows gets you wet almost immediately. At the same time her hand travels down between your legs, and you shiver when her fingers graze over the fabric there.

“Shit, already?”

“Shut up.”

You feel her smile against your neck, and finally when she presses down on your throbbing clit you gasp, flinching to look over at the other two sleeping on the other bed before turning your attention back to the woman in front of you. “Ellie, we can’t. I don’t want them to see…”

Wouldn't that be a sight? Your teammates waking up to see their team captain getting railed by their alleged sworn enemy.

“They won’t hear anything over the air conditioner…..if you can be quiet.” Even in the dark you can see that irritating ass smirk on her face. Cause she knows damn well from experience that you absolutely cannot be quiet.

“Can you do that for me? Can you be quiet?”

You don’t believe it yourself but you slowly nod as your lips find hers again. She kisses you slowly, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip. She only pulls aways to whisper, “See how soft you are?”

Like she’d done so many times before, she runs her hand over your clothed pussy, loving how you naturally lift into her. She caresses you over your underwear, kissing over your chest, as you lift your shirt to give her better access. Ellie, hungry for more of your skin, latches on to one of your nipples and you somehow manage to bite back a low moan.

A whimper escapes as her middle finger finds your clit again and begins rubbing it in small slow circles. You’d never been more irritated with the fact that you’d wore underwear than at that moment. You actually choke on air when she finally slides her hand inside your underwear, dragging her long fingers through your soaked slit.

God you’d missed this.

“Talk to me beautiful.” Ellie whispers against your lips, and being the brat you are you mumble, “Hurry the fuck up.”

She stills slightly before giving you a hard look, “No, you’re gonna have to ask nicely. Be sweet for me.”

You frown, choosing instead to lay another kiss on her lips, biting harshly at them until she removes her hand from down below. She then grabs both your wrists, placing them over your head, “You wanna get what you want, then you play by my rules this time.”

“Ellie.” You start in warning, until her bare thigh slots up almost perfectly between your own, rubbing against your clit. You barely contain a whimper, grinding down immediately in search of some sort of relief. You soak her thigh this way, chasing your pleasure. “Fuckkk Ellie - I want -”

“What do you say?” She asks lowly, her tone slightly patronizing. You ignore her in favor of grinding down on her thigh, the friction bringing you closer with every rock of your hips. Just when you feel yourself getting close, she moves her thigh away from your center.

Almost frantically, you whine,“Ellie noo, Please, please-.”

“Ahh, there she is. There’s my sweet girl” she praises. She lifts away and for a moment you panic until you realize she’s reaching down to remove your underwear completely.

You feel her swipe a finger through your slit before dipping inside you. You almost break into a moan when she covers your lips with her own, just as she adds in a second finger.

She starts slow, eventually building up a pace. Soon she's steadily thrusting into you, each one feeling deeper than that last. It feels so fucking good and you both know based on how tight your pussy was squeezing her hand, that you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Els”, you moan as quietly as you could.

“Tell me, talk to me babe.”

“Ellie I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum I can’t-” You break off into a loud moan and Ellie's other hand comes up to clamp down over your mouth. But her fingers, they don't stop. Despite your legs clamping around her arm, she still manages to go even faster, and even with the white noise from the air conditioner you can still just barely hear the squelch of your pussy as Ellie draws your orgasm out of you. You grasp at the hand over your mouth, squeezing at Ellie’s wrist as your eyes roll back. Finally, when you pull at the hand between your legs she stops, slowly removing her hand as you tremble beneath her from the aftershocks.

Ellie quickly glances over, to her right where Micah rolls over but still appears to be dead asleep. She then kisses you, once, twice on the lips before making her way down your chest.

In your mind you swore you said “wait” but the words don’t actually make it out of your mouth. What you actually do is moan out a loud “Fuckk” when Ellie licks into your soaked cunt.

Ellie lays a smack to the inside of your thighs and you jolt, hips rising even more as she sucks your clit into her mouth. You shut your eyes tight, feeling your orgasm approaching again, quicker this time.

Greedy as you often are when it comes to the woman over you, you grind your clit into her mouth, taking what you wanted. Maybe you deserved this. You deserved Ellie.

Your thighs begin to shake and Ellie knows what’s next so she thrust two fingers back inside you, mouth never leaving your clit. You feel her moan around your nub and you know she’s close too.

Her mouth was so hot and you feel like you’re dying, gasping for air. You want to scream and when you tumble over that edge you barely choke down a sob. Tears run down your face and you find yourself wishing that Ellie had brought her strap so you could have rode her right here in this hotel room.

She kisses your cheeks, wiping any stray tears as you shiver in her arms. Even in the dark, you can see the light in her eyes before she kisses you again, deep and slow.

As she kisses you, she reaches down, touching herself, gasping into your mouth. Hearing her moans ignite that fire in you again. You reach down to help her but she stops you, “No, Fuck - touch yourself for me. Make yourself cum.”

You do as you’re told, just this once, rubbing your sensitive clit in quick circles. Your other hand comes up to grab a fistful of Ellie’s hair causing her to moan against your mouth, always your pain slut.

“Been so good to me Els, so fucking good.” Hearing your praise is the final straw. You feel her whimper, gasping against your skin, until finally she cums, biting hard into your neck. The sting makes your eyes roll back as you cum again with her.

You’re quite literally heaving in an attempt at trying to catch your breath when Talia lets out the most obnoxious loud snore startling you both. You both turn to look at the two of them sleeping before locking eyes with each other. You had to give it to her, Ellie tried to hold it in. She starts laughing quietly, and soon you are, too.

Maybe you were right. Ellie was stupid for falling for you. She could’ve literally had anyone else (and honestly so could you). But somewhere between being mortal enemies to enemies with benefits, your dumb ass had fallen for her too…

After you both finally calm down, you start to get a little too into your head again. Part of you wonders what you should do now. Maybe this is the part where you'd be cuddling. Right? Or maybe she doesn't want to anymore? Maybe -

“You gonna stay this time? The couch can’t be too comfortable.” She asks suddenly, caressing your cheek with her knuckles as she always did.

“Yea…I’m staying right here.”

“That’s all from me. Y/n, anything you want to say?” Your coach asks as you’re all getting ready to exit the bus for the game.

You nod, “Not a lot from me, let’s just make sure we play like we got a full 8 hours of sleep last night.” You finish with a grin. You were talking mostly to yourself when you said that, but that was your business.

You lock eyes with Ellie, who looked fine as fuck in her tournament jersey, half of her hair nestled in a small knot. It was almost as if she hadn’t spent the better part of the night fucking you into the mattress with your teammates less than a foot away.

Afterwards, you learned what cuddling with Ellie after sex truly entailed. You had the real live pleasure of listening as she told you a crap ton of shitty dad jokes until you fell asleep.

“What is a lesbian’s favorite weapon?”

“I don’t know…what is it Els…”

“Finger Guns.”

“I…actually hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“You’re right…I don’t.”

You were already looking forward to the next time.

Smiling, you look around at your team before quickly adding, “Also ummm, Williams…is my girlfriend now.”

Somewhere you hear someone yell, “I fuckin’ called it!” before the rest of the team descends into chaos. There are a few whistles along with a chorus of Whats and No Ways.

“Say that again? I didn't quite catch that.” Ellie calls from the back.

“I said,” You announce loudly, “Ellie is my girlfriend. So, if I see any of you thirsty bitches looking at her wrong just be ready to fight to the death. Now let's crush some dreams!” Your team cheers and you try but fail not to lock eyes with green ones.

You were…smitten. Enamored really. And it was disgusting.

But it was also perfect.

A/N: Let’s be real. Talia and Micah should've woken up. Hell, if that was me I would’ve been up like one of them meerkats if I heard literally anything. But this is fiction and they are hard sleepers cause I said so *shrugs*

I hope y'all enjoyed it.

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