Tom Holland Really Said “🥺”

Tom Holland really said “🥺”

infatuation

delinquent!ellie williams x preppyfem!reader, enemies to lovers trope

smut, angst, tiny bit of fluff

summary: don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding your girlfriend.

warnings: kissing, fingering & oral (r!recieving), masturbation, mentions of weed and smoking weed, mentions relationships w/ men, feelings, kinda mean ellie but then shes nice again, arguing and yelling kinda

contains smut!!!! minors, those under 18, do not interact/read this fanfic. 18+ only.

(let me know if i miss any more necessary warnings ty baes)

a/n: i wrote this in like one day. hope u all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! ya nasties ;)

word count: 4,347

you swore to yourself you’d never let yourself get involved with the university’s infamous delinquent— ellie williams. but you should’ve known that’d be hard to avoid, knowing she was just in reach as your roommate’s best friend.

ellie was always, and i mean always, there in your dorm. either chilling with dina, talking with dina, or, much to your disliking, smoking with dina.

ever since you ran into her on the first day of dorm move-in, she was constantly there, bickering with you, poking at you, and judging you for every little thing you did.

ellie had this image of you; an image of this perfect, high maintenance, always put-together, prissy, goody-two-shoes. it was far from the truth, well, kind of.

you did pride yourself on being one of the smartest girls on campus, and being very active in numerous extracurriculars at school. you were in the student body, the recycling club, the campus book club, the health club, the cooking club— you were just in a lot of clubs.

but it would be an understatement to say that ellie williams is everything opposite of you. she was on the other side of the spectrum you were on.

ellie williams was aggressive, a smartass, foulmouthed, risky, and usually up to trouble. always going to the dean’s office for a fight she probably started. the only reason why she hadn’t been kicked out from campus was because her stepdad is the dean's brother. don’t get yourself wrong, she was brilliant being an engineering major. but she was always doing something she wasn’t supposed to as if it fueled her drive.

you unlocked the door to your dorm, greeted with a fog of smoke. hacking out a cough, you switch on the lights, “dina!! what’d i tell you?” you lecture, stomping over towards the window to open it, “if you’re gonna smoke in here, at least open the window!”

“sorry, roomie,” dina coughed out, “we were just hotboxing.”

you turned towards the pair, criss-crossed on dina’s bed, and furrow your brows, “what? hotboxing?”

“yea, you know, smoking weed ’til the room fills up with smoke, so the high is more enhanced.” dina explained, you tilted your head to the side, still not fully comprehending whatever hotboxing was.

the brunette girl leaned against the wall, giving you a smirk. “c’mon, dee. don’t waste your breath explaining,” ellie retorted, “i’m sure lil miss perfect here never smoked or drank before.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms, “for your information, i have drank before.”

“oh yea? when was the last time, princess?” god, you hated that nickname. you hated the way it made you red in the cheeks.

“….at church.” you muttered quietly, sending ellie and dina into a fit of laughter.

“did you hear that, dee? at church! she said the last time she drank alcohol was at church!” ellie let out a boisterous laugh, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

“good one, princess.”

you huffed, rolled your eyes, and rummaged around your side of the room to search for what you were looking for in the first place.

was it so wrong for you to not drink or smoke weed? you didn’t think negatively about anyone who used it, but you just didn’t feel comfortable using something that had such an effect on you. you wanted autonomy over your body at all times.

bingo. you found the cropped white baby tee you wanted to change into, finding it more comfortable than the scratchy sweater you had on currently. turning away from the chatter of dina and ellie, you lifted the sweater above your head, tossed it in your laundry bag, and slipped into the more fitted and more comfortable white tee.

standing in front of your mirror, you checked your outfit. you thought a simple t-shirt and black yoga pants were cute enough to hang out with jacob in. you fixed your hair, and looked up at the corner of your mirror, your eyes meeting green ones.

ellie bit her lip, watching the beautiful yet stubborn girl in front of her. she couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. you just looked so goddamn beautiful. she couldn’t help but take a peek at the way your bare back curved or how soft your skin looked as your sweater slid off your body. ellie definitely didn’t complain about the yoga pants either and how they hugged your ass and thighs in all the right places.

knowing she was staring at you, you hiked your yoga pants higher and bent over a little, reapplying your favorite shimmering lipgloss in the mirror. you weren’t sure what came over you, but the feeling of knowing ellie was watching you, gave you butterflies in your belly.

you see her smirk and break eye contact with you. picking up your backpack and your ‘Organic Chemistry 101’ textbook, you bid dina a goodbye.

“i’ll be back later tonight dina, don’t wait up for me.” you said, slipping your shoes on.

ellie cleared her throat, “where you headed off to?”

“pi kappa alpha frat.” you met ellie’s eyes. they looked disappointed, but then quickly rolled to the side, masking whatever sadness you thought you saw.

“hm, i see,” ellie commented, “gonna go blow some frat dude’s cock, huh?”

you groaned, “ugh, no, idiot. i’m just gonna go study.”

“mhm, whatever you say, princess.” you open the door and leave, hearing the sound of dina yelling ‘be safe’ right before you left.

walking down the corridor, you thought to yourself ‘jacob isn’t that bad’. i mean, you both aren’t in a relationship by any means. you would describe it as ‘situationship’. jacob was nice, funny sometimes, cute, had a nice body, and was cool. him as a boyfriend though? you weren’t sure about that. he was good company, provided mediocre sex, and was nice to talk to, well, usually he’d talk about hockey and you’d listen. but that’s beside the point. you’re content with this situation, right?

walking back to your dorm from what was probably the worst sex of your life was, quite frankly, embarrassing. you spend time changing into a cute outfit, fixing your makeup, and spritzing on a little bit of your favorite expensive perfume to show up to this dude’s room with him reeking of sweat and ham. you were disappointed, to say the least.

yet, you stayed anyways, unsure of what even compelled you to do that. you stayed for the company, and that company starts rubbing on your ass and tits not even 5 minutes into the netflix show. eventually, you give in, feeling in the mood from a little making out, and you were met with 3 thrusts and cum on your stomach.

needless to say, you left in a hurry. currently cuddled under your pink duvet with your earphones on, you end up scrolling about on instagram, tapping to like and swiping up to comment on your friends posts.

while aimlessly scrolling, a picture from @e.williams pops up on your timeline. you study her picture in fascination.

it was a mirror picture of her in the gym, she had her hair up in her usual half-up half-down style with a tight tank top accentuating her physique as she was flexing her arms. gosh, how could someone so annoying be so gorgeous? your eyes trail to her arms and hands. and so fine? you double-tap on the picture, looking at it for a second more before scrolling past to the next post.

your phone vibrates, and you check the notification from your instagram dm’s.

@e.williams: you checking me out or something ??

you scoff, heat rising to your cheeks. luckily, ellie wasn’t here to see that, or else you would’ve never heard the end of it. you type back.

in ur dreams idiot

you lay in bed closing your eyes, and somehow, your mind drifts off to that annoying green-eyed girl.

your mind goes to the way she looks at you when she thinks you don’t notice, or how even though she comments on everything you do, she’s so attentive about it. your mind plays in your head the way she calls you those stupid nicknames, and as much as you claim to hate them, you can’t deny the way it makes your heart flutter.

then, your mind floats to the corner of your brain that you keep locked away. you think about the way ellie bites her lip when she gets anxious, how better her lips would feel pressed onto yours. you think about the way she flexes her arms and hands, wondering how they would feel stroking your most intimate parts.

you find your hand inside your panties. luckily, dina was in the communal showers, doing her 25-step skincare routine. knowing you had the time, your hand goes down to your wet heat, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

you close your eyes, picturing her in your head, imagining her fingers working on you instead. you think about how perfect she’d look above you, looking down at you with adoring eyes. you knew she’d take good care of you. you suppress the need to moan by biting down on the duvet.

even when she wasn’t here, ellie had a way of drawing out unrecognizable responses from you. your finger still rubbing circles on your clit, an orgasm began to bubble in your stomach. you picked up the pace, legs beginning to shake, “fuck, ellie..” you manage to moan out as you finish on your fingers.

gosh, what was this girl doing to me?

it was saturday night and you had managed to get another date with jacob. you rejected him at first, but he was very persistent and promised ‘mind-blowing sex’ and takeout from one of the best restaurants in town. you obliged, clearly in it only for the takeout.

you thought it’d be a good idea to hang out with him. his hockey stories distracted you from the real person you had your mind stuck on, ellie.

you thought about her all the time, it gave you a migraine. you couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore without feeling nervous. luckily, you managed to avoid her all week, hanging out at one of your good friend’s dorm room ’til you knew the coast was clear.

you didn’t let yourself think about what it would be like being in a relationship with ellie williams. she didn’t like you at all, not in that way anyway. she’d probably make some comment like ‘hell would freeze over before i even look at you like that’. the two of you together would be a recipe for disaster. you literally despised each other.

smoothing down your dress, you smiled at the mirror in satisfaction. you went over to your desk and sat down, getting ready to apply some light makeup.

hearing the door open and close, you assumed it was dina.

“damn, who died?”

your head turns and meets those stupid green eyes and that stupid smirk adorned with those stupid freckles that make your stupid heart race a little faster. god, you were so stupid.

“ha ha, very funny,” you snapped, “what are you doing here, anyways?”

“dina doesn’t get off work for a couple of hours and i didn’t have jackshit to do, so i thought i would wait for her here,” ellie plops down on dina’s bed.

“hell, no. get out,” you demanded, pointing to the door. you really just wanted her to leave so you could let go of the breath you’ve been holding. it made you anxious being alone with her and the fact that she wore that stupid blue button-up that made her look so good didn’t make anything better either.

“chill out, princess,” ellie said leaning back against dina’s head board, “you won’t even notice i’m here.”

you huffed in frustration, trying to hide the crimson creeping up on your cheeks. you proceeded to get your mind off the brunette by continuing your makeup, intently dabbing your concealer in, and carefully curling your lashes. you pat your face gently with some powder and brush out your brows, once in a while looking to the side of your mirror, catching ellie looking at you before she quickly looks away, pretending to be on her phone.

“gettin’ all dolled up for your lil’ boyfriend?” she asks dryly, still looking down at her phone.

“wouldn’t you like to know?”

“please, do enlighten me, princess.” you swallow hard, “i’ll have you know that i’m going out with jacob anderson tonight.”

“no fucking way, is that the shithead you’re seeing from pi kappa alpha?” she says, surprised with wide eyes.

“mhm,” you hummed in confirmation, still rummaging in your makeup.

“why am i even surprised, you did always gravitate towards the assholes.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”, you paused and raised a brow.

“you go for assholes,” she stated, “do i need to spell it out for you?”

“jacob is not an asshole, he’s really nice.” you muttered, patting on some blush. “he’s hell of a lot nicer than you.”

okay, you knew that was a lie. but you had to think of a way to get her off your back.

“m’yeah, i highly doubt that. he’s a fucking tool,” she says nonchalantly, “where’s he even taking you anyways?”

“he asked me to meet up with him at the frat house, we’re gonna watch netflix and eat takeout and stuff,” you admit.

“you fuckin’ with me?” ellie looks surprised and almost pissed.

“no, why would i?”

“are you serious? it’s pouring rain outside and he asked you to come over,” she points out, “the asshole didn’t even have the decency to come over here and walk with you himself.”

your eyes look out the window, barely registering the pitter-patter of the rain hitting your window. you didn’t even know it was raining and you wore a dress. your mind was so consumed with classes, ellie, clubs, ellie, student body, ellie, and ellie. the small details just flew right over your head.

you stay silent, and she just gives you a look. a look you couldn’t decipher.

“you’re a real piece of work, y’know that?” ellie retorts, crossing her arms. jesus, why did she have to look so good like that?

“what’d i do this time? please, share with the class.” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“you just go for guys who treat you like garbage or who’re way out of your league.” she argues, “they’re either too stupid or don’t give a fuck about you.” ouch. that kind of stung.

you close your eyes, waiting before answering back at her, “can you stop it?! just for once. stop judging every single thing i do.” you yell, exasperated.

ellie’s eyes widen and she lets out a laugh, which sets you off even more.

“you think this is funny? you always make some snide comment about me. i’m too high maintenance, i’m a teacher’s pet, i’m spoiled, i go after horrible guys—“

“because you do!” she yells back.

“and why do you care, ellie?!” you yell, becoming out of breath, partly due to the hard pounding of your heartbeat in your chest, “why do you care so much?

she goes silent.

“god, you infuriate me, ellie williams.” you breathe out. you felt almost as if fire was igniting inside of you and your slow breaths were releasing the smoke. you close your eyes, attempting to calm down before opening them again and putting on the last finishing touches on your makeup. as you stand up grabbing your purse, and you hear ellie let out a heavy sigh.

“you’re seriously still gonna go out with that fucking frat bro prick jacob anderson? after everything i said?” she snarks, “i thought girls like you were supposed to be smart.”

“yea, as a matter of fact. i am still going,” you give her a mocking smile.

“why? so, he can fuck you missionary in the dark while he finishes in 3 seconds?” she lets out a harsh laugh, “how fucking romantic.”

“again, why do you even care? you don’t even like me,” you counter, her head spins in your direction.

“who told you that?” ellie appeared angry, her eyes sharp and a serious tone in her voice.

“no one that matters.”

there’s a pregnant pause in the air as if she’s hesitating to say something.

“well, whoever the fuck they are, they’re wrong.” she confessed, her voice wavering.

“what do you mean?”

she sighs in frustration, running a hand through her hair before standing up in front of you.

“i’m infatuated with you.”

“huh?” you manage to croak out in shock. did you hear her correctly?

“yea. you heard me. i’m infatuated with you. you fucking consume every corner of my mind. every capacity of my being.” she comes closer to you, backing you up against the door, “you drive me absolutely insane.”

“then why do you treat me like this?” you ask, looking up at her with big, curious eyes. ellie’s eyes soften at you.

“because— i hate seeing you go on dates with those dicks who don’t deserve you. i hate seeing the way you dress in those short-ass fucking dresses and skirts for them. i hate knowing that they don’t even make you feel good. i hate that you waste your time on those assholes instead of—,” she breathes, “—instead of me.”

you look at her, searching for any sign of doubt in her face. nothing. no. she couldn’t do this. she couldn’t spring this on you. she couldn’t act one way to you for months and then tell you something different the next.

“so what? you think you deserve me? you deserve my attention?” you snap ungraciously.

“as a matter of fact, yes. yes i do.” she whispers, getting closer to you. “you and i both know it,” her breath fans your face, “i’d make you feel better than any of those assholes could.”

you shift uncomfortably in your spot, pulling your eyes away from hers.

“i can give you everything you deserve. i can give you everything you want.” she swears. “i can make your pussy feel so, so good, baby,” you can feel your wetness pool in your panties.

“can make you whimper and moan,” ellie suddenly grabs you by the bare flesh underneath your ass, her warm hands hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around her waist.

“jus’ give me a chance to show you.” she whispers lowly. you smash your lips onto hers, your hands holding onto the nape of her neck. you knew this was probably a bad idea, but god, the way her tongue felt in your mouth felt ungodly. her tongue rubbed against yours, exploring your mouth like it was something she was destined to do.

walking towards your bed, your frame still wrapped up around her, she bent down to lay you on your bed. ellie pulled away from your lips and looked down at you, scattering gentle kisses below your jawline towards your neck, your legs still firmly wrapped around her figure.

with your eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her lips all over your neck, you attempted to put an end to this. “el, we can’t,” you nearly moan out.

“why? ‘cause of jacob?” ellie lets out an amused laugh, before pressing her lips against the weak spot of your neck, sucking on it.

another moan vibrates through you, “god, ellie,” you let out meekly.

“tell me to stop,” she commands, her lips moving to suck on the spot above your collarbone, the tip of her tongue gliding against your skin. don’t stop.

“tell me that i’m wrong,” ellie murmured, “that i don’t deserve you.” you deserve me.

her fingers lift up the hem of your dress, exposing your stomach. her lips pepper sloppy kisses against the supple skin of your stomach, “tell me you don’t want me,” i want you, “that you don’t feel the same for me.” i do feel the same for you.

“tell me, baby,” ellie kisses in the space between your breasts, “tell me you’re not mine.”

your heart was beating in and out of your chest. this was it. this was your chance. getting an opportunity to be with ellie williams was a once-in-a-lifetime offer, and you weren’t passing up your dream girl.

you grab her face, lifting her lips up to yours. “i’m yours, ellie,” you cooed, “i’m all yours.”

leaning her forehead against yours, her lips curled into a smile, before pressing onto yours one more time. her warm hands rubbed against the skin on your waist, exploring every inch of warm, flesh. you whined against her mouth, wanting more. you needed more. you needed her.

ellie’s hands trailed upwards, lifting the dress off you and discarding it somewhere in your room. she took this opportunity to pull away from you for a second, her eyes grazing your body. ellie found it hard to believe she was in this situation, with you underneath her, nearly naked and looking angelic. she took a mental picture of this moment, never wanting to forget how you looked at her— with love.

her fingers went behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall and tossing it to the side.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, “you’re beyond anything i could’ve dreamt of.”

your stomach erupted in butterflies, flushed at this newfound sweet side to ellie. her mouth placed sloppy kisses on your chest, sucking on the soft skin and leaving maroon-colored marks as a reminder of where she had been and where she belongs.

she took your breast in her mouth, letting her tongue wrap around your hardened nipple. “oh my god, ellie,” you hissed. she smirked up at you, letting one of her hands massage and pinch on the other nipple.

“please, ellie,” you begged, “touch me, please.”

she let out a sickening chuckle, the heat of her mouth fanning your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

“where, sweet girl?” she said bringing her lips down to suck on your nipple again, “use your words.”

you bucked your hips up, “please, el, touch my pussy. pretty please.” you breathe out.

“ah, ah, ah, can’t hear you, baby.” she mocked, pulling her lips away from your now sensitive nipples.

“ellie, please,” you whined out, “i want you to touch my pussy. please.”

she smirks, satisfied with where she has you. “that’s my good girl. how obedient, hm?”

she stands up, still in between your legs, and pulls your body to the edge of the mattress. her hands go to the waistband of your panties, using her fingers to ever-so-slowly peel them off of you. she was intentionally moving agonizingly slow. her hands caressed your inner thighs and calves, finally chucking your panties somewhere on the floor.

“fuck, i’ve been waiting so long to do this,” ellie said, crouching down on the floor in front of you. you could feel her hot breath against your pussy, and you couldn’t bear it any longer.

“please, i need you, el,” you beg, hoping for some relief. her hands lifted your thighs and placed them on her shoulders, her lips pressing soft kisses in between your thighs. she presses a kiss against your inner thigh, on your pussy lips, and then finally on your clit.

ellie works slow and patiently, using her fingers to steadily spread your pussy lips apart and gather your wetness with her tongue. she uses one finger and inserts it inside you, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

you throw your head back, “oh my god, ellie, yes,” you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“look at you, getting what you want, you spoiled girl,” she mutters against your pussy, before putting her lips on your clit again, sucking on your sensitive core. her finger pumping in and out of you easily, the slick sound of your wetness reverberating throughout the room.

“you taste so fucking good, baby,” ellie hums against you, slurping up every drop of your juices. she adds a second finger, stretching you out a bit, but still sliding in and out of you with ease.

her tongue flicking against your clit combined with her fingers fucking you was enough to almost send you over the edge, you cover your mouth with your hand, suppressing a loud moan that was tempted to come out.

“no, let me hear you, sweet girl,” ellie orders, “let everyone in this whole goddamn hall hear how good i’m fingerfucking you right now.”

you let your hand drop to your side, relishing in the ecstasy, and letting out a moan you were holding back.

“that’s my girl.”

you hear your phone ring, knowing it’s jacob, probably wondering why you haven’t shown up by now. but here you were, with ellie, knuckles deep inside your pussy.

she grabs your phone from the nightstand with her free hand, while the other is picking up the pace with her fingers, eliciting another moan from your parted lips, “hey fucker, leave a message. she’s busy right now.”

you should’ve scolded her about how she answered your phone, but right now, any consequences you thought about vanished as she continued licking circles against your swollen clit while simultaneously curling her fingers up inside your leaking hole.

“el—“ you barely choked out, “m’gonna— gonna—“

she kept the same pace, not for a second slowing down, “you gonna cum, baby? huh? you gonna cum for me?”

you nodded weakly, clenching your pussy around her fingers and tightening your thighs around her head.

“go ‘head, angel,” her pace never misses a beat, “show me who you belong to.”

your back arches off the mattress and you cry out, riding out your orgasm and letting your juices flow out of you.

after cleaning your thighs with a wet wipe and towel, ellie comes up to hover above your face, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“is it too late to ask you to be my girlfriend?” she asks, letting out a sincere laugh.

“i thought we already established this, idiot.”

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luvnoirs

1 year ago

OWN IT

paring: lisa x fem!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: after you publicly deny your dating rumors with lisa, she fucks you to prove a point

contents: strap-on sex

warning(s): nothing really... lisa's just upset at the reader and kinda mean. also lisa's solo in this sawry ot4 stans

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this is heavily inspired by mxlktxa's imagine so credit to them !! also this is lowkey rushed i just didn't want this to become another one of my millionth drafts

"hey ya'll, this is anita on the 108.7 FM radio show, and today i have with me one of the most popular artists out right now, y/n! her new album 'Secrets' just dropped two weeks and already secured a spot on billboard top 10. this is huge, y/n! how are you feeling?"

promotion is the same as usual. you wake up at the crack of dawn and get ready to converse with random strangers who pretend to give a fuck about your artistry. you put on a fake smile anyway, talking into the mic and answering the same repetitive questions. the interviewer clearly hasn't done any research whatsoever about you or listened to the album, you could tell because she's asking you about the meaning of the album as if you haven't answered this question in about twenty interviews already.

what you didn't anticipate, however, was the question that fell from her lips so easily and nonchalantly as if she was asking about the weather.

"i'm sorry?" your eyes widened as you stiffened against the now hard and uncomfortable seat.

the interviewer laughed swiftly before readjusting her mic, “you and lisa manoban? there's been some rumors about you two having an intimate relationship recently."

you've been to plenty of events and done thousands of interviews throughout your entire career and you've definitely been a little stumped by a few questions from time to time, but you've always been quick on your responses. making sure you remember your media training and keeping the interview running smoothly. this, however, truly stumped you.

you blinked. a million of responses running through your head at once.

"WHAT?!"

"who's lisa manoban?"

"next question."

"are you fucking serious..?"

"that's not true. we're simply just friends. i can assure you."

you ended up going with the calm and rational approach. claiming that you to are just friends who collaborated once and that's it. your fake smile returned back to your face but your eyes stayed a little wide from the blunt and embarrassing question. you silently thanked god that this interview wasn't filmed. it was live though, but you're sure the listeners and your fans couldn't detect the pure bewilderment that was on your face a few seconds ago.

the interview sensed your discomfort and decided to spare you from the topic of lisa manoban. the now painfully slow interview continued, your hands tightened at your sides as your mind shifted to the woman who'd just been mentioned.

you had first met a year ago at the billboard music awards. you had heard of her and her music but never really paid attention to who she was until that night. and when she muttered a quiet "sorry. excuse me" as she passed by you to sit in her seat next to you with her hand briefly touching your naked shoulder to make her heavy presence known is when you first saw her.

her hair was styled long to her middle back and she wore a black jumpsuit that hung to her body nicely. there was an opening directly underneath her covered breasts that revealed a glimpse of her toned stomach. she crossed her long legs and adjusted herself into the seat and as she looked back at you, she smiled.

she wasn't oblivious to your stares.

you two talked for nearly the entire first half of the show. most of the time you were actually listening to what she was saying while the other times you were trying desperately not to pay attention to the way her plump lips moved with every word, or the way her long accessorized fingers helped exaggerate her stories, or the shiny silver teeth gems on her canines, or the way her leg grazed your exposed thigh every once in a while. the only time you guys stopped talking is when lisa accepted her best new album award (which you had no idea even existed).

when she stood up to her name being announced through the speakers, she hugged her manager who was sitting to the other side of her, then turned to you. maybe it was the tiny sip of wine you and lisa have been drinking, but your bodies were working faster than your brains. lisa started to lean down for a quick hug while you rose out of your seat. your bodies roughly collided and you flushed, instantly embarrassed from the jumbotron displaying this interaction to the rest of the venue and on live television. yet when you started to pull yourself away from lisa, she only held your body flush against hers again. her hand laid against your lower back which felt like somebody had lit an actual match against your skin. you swear it felt like an eternity when it only lasted about two seconds.

she made her way down the rows and tables and onto the stage to say her speech. her speech was short and sweet. she thanked her fans, of course, then her label, her friends, her family, and as she began to end her speech her eyes found yours. the tension was probably worse now even with all the distance between you two.

then about an hour later during the commercial break, lisa had you bent over in the bathroom with her middle and index deep inside of you. your back arched into hers as you bit your own hand trying to muffle the impact of lisa's quick yet sharp hand movements between your thighs.

"- so any new plans for music? any new direction you're planning on taking?"

you snapped back into reality when you realized you weren't actually back inside that bathroom a year ago. the interviewer waited for your response as you cleared your throat and took a shaky sip of water. that question really did catch you off guard.

you managed to answer the question and this time you have to admit, it was a pretty good question. your response was probably the most genuine response you've ever given. it took your mind off of lisa and the growing wet spot on your panties for a while.

it didn't last long at all though because here you were, almost ten hours after the interview aired, grinding your hips back against lisa's strap.

she was obviously angry. not only could you tell by the scowl she greeted you with thirty minutes ago, but you could tell by the harsh grip she had on the skin at your hip as she guided you back into her thrusts. they were fast at first, but now she's slowed it down. with her front flush against your back, her free hand reached up to wrap itself around your hair, yanking it back so that your ear was exposed right next to her mouth. and when she spoke is when you realized that she wanted to make a point.

"we're just friends?"

you honestly couldn't even speak if you wanted to. lisa was grinding into you painfully slow and precise enough to hit that same spot every time. it would take a rocket scientist to form a proper sentence at this point. a noise had left your mouth in a poor response to her question. how could you two just be friends if she knew your body this well?

lisa on the other hand needed to hear from you and was annoyed with the lack of your words. she pulled out quickly and let you fall limp into the soft bed as she kneeled behind you still. it wasn't long before she turned you around onto your back and gripped your thighs to pull you closer to the glistening toy between her legs.

you groaned at the uncomfortable cold gush of air that hit your pussy. your heavy and quick breaths were synchronized. lisa didn't move to slide back inside of you but instead took in the view of your body that was sprawled out in front of her. your hair messy and the makeup you had on from todays promotion schedule ruined due from your tears and lisa's messy kissing.

"lisa-"

"i asked you a question."

you blinked a few times. lisa's hands were now by her sides as she stared down at you with an unreadable expression. you knew she was eager for your response yet anxious and slightly nervous. "i don't know, lisa."

you were honest. due to the media and all the paparazzi, you and lisa never made anything official. yet, you both knew there was an unspoken rule that meant neither of you were to see other people. it had been this way for a year; sneaking past paparazzi, late-night phone calls, and trying not to acknowledge each other in public. though for these past few months, you guys have slipped up a few times-- hence the dating rumors.

lisa didn't say anything but simply give you a nod. her hand making its way around your right ankle to lift it onto her shoulder while the other reached down to guide the strap back inside of you at an entirely new angle now. she grunted under her breath when she felt your fingernails dig into her forearm.

"oh my god-" you started to whimper into your hand until lisa smacked it away from your gaping mouth.

"no. i need to hear you, y/n."

and as she found her rhythm, she fucked into you much quicker than before. your body jerked against the soft sheets that your fingers had a death grip on. your body was much more exposed to her sharp eyes now and she watched you moan after every swift thrust she drove between your legs with a tight jaw.

with the hand that wasn't squeezing your thigh, she used the pad of her other thumb to draw slow circles against your swollen clit.

"do friends fuck each other like this?"

you shook your head instantly, your mouth too occupied with voicing your needy moans.

"exactly." she spoke roughly. "i want you... not whatever this shit is. i want to do things in public- fuck!"

you began to grind back against her, your movement cause the strap to rub even harder against lisa's own throbbing clit.

lisa leaned down as far as she could with your leg still wrapped over her shoulder and used her arm for support as your faces hovered over each other. she found your eyes struggling to hold contact with hers.

"i'm tired of hiding this y/n... so stop trying to hold me back. we both want this, right?" her words were soft in contrary to her fast thrusts. she waited for your acknowledgment as she watched you closely.

you gave a barely visible nod. you felt yourself reaching your orgasm soon and knew you couldn't be able to form an actual verbal response even if you wanted to.

"then after tonight- no more okay? fuck the media. i don't care anymore. you're mine."

you're really not sure if you even fully heard lisa or not. at this point, you didn't care about anything over than cumming all over lisa's strap and was so close to telling lisa to just 'shut the fuck up'. her fingers were back on your clit rubbing faster this time and your lips had finally touched for the first time tonight in a sloppy kiss. the sound of lisa's hips meeting the back of your thighs grew louder and so did the moans that slipped from between you and lisa's combined lips.

"lisa!", you couldn't tell if it was a moan or a cry as you continued chanting out her name into her mouth.

the orgasm finally had built up, washing all over your trembling body. lisa held you still against her, grinding into your body to ride out your high and for friction as she reached her own.

when your bodies finally came to a cease, lisa pulled away from you to remove herself from the harness. you watched, still trying to catch your breath, as she walked into the conjoined bathroom to clean the toy. after she was done, she walked back to the bed with her naked body exposed to you and her flushed cheeks that you always saw after she came. lisa met your tired eyes as she climbed into the bed and hovered over you.

"i meant what i said, y/n"

"i know, and i'm sorry", you spoke softly as she kissed the outline of your jaw. "i didn't mean to upset you earlier today. i just... i don't know-- panicked i guess? but, i want to go public now"

you could only see the top of lisa's head from your point of view, but you knew she was smiling between the crook of your neck. it was confirmed when she finally lifted her head to give you another kiss on the lips, then reaching over to grab her phone. she repeatedly tapped the screen, most likely putting in her passcode then tapped a few more buttons before placing slow wet kisses down your sternum.

with a confused look on your face, you silently questioned lisa with an arched eyebrow on your face only for her to laugh.

"well, the media's gonna need confirmation, right?"