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Trigger warning: blood, violence, subtle abuse??, sharp objects??, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia (if u squint) uhhh idk just read cautiously lolz 

Skylers POVA flash of light illuminated the room, and the pressure of Dante on top of me was gone in an instant.

"Wha-" I rub my eyes, trying to make out the silhouettes. I hear skin contacting skin over and over again. I hear pained moans, and grunts coming from the man who was just on top of me. His body now on the floor of the room, a figure on top of him, pinning him down as they brought their fist to Dante's face repeatedly. I rub my eyes again, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. My eyes go wide when I realize it was Ellie. Knee on his chest, fistful of his shirt in one hand while the other struck his face.

"Stop!" I scramble out of bed, using a arm to cover my exposed chest. "Ellie! Stop... please stop.." I tug at the sleeve of her hoodie. Tears fill my eyes, begging and pleading with her. She lands one last blow before stopping and pulling something out of her back pocket. I squint at the object in her hand, the hallway light hitting the edge making it shine.

"El's.." I said calmly, in a way that I was genuinely terrified that she would kill this man right in our dorm room, and it was up to me to talk her down from her blind rage. She brought it to his neck, causing him to let out a whine mixed with choking on his own blood.

"If you ever touch her again..." she paused, taking slow, choppy breaths. "I'll fucking kill you." Her voice trembled like I hadn't heard before. Rage and hate. Venom on her lips with every syllable she spoke. I knew she meant it.

Dante weakly pulled himself off the floor and hurried out the room. I plopped down on the bed, my mouth hung open and I felt my eyes stinging. I stare at the small pool of blood that collected on the floor. The room stopped spinning from the alcohol, but started to spin for a different reason. I was in shock, maybe even traumatized.

"Ellie-" I breathed out calmly, scared she would redirect her anger at me. I watch her as she paced, back and forth, over and over again, like a caged animal.

"Ellie." She stopped her pacing, finally looking at me, but quickly turning away. The silence of the air lingered, only to be broken by my soft cries.

"Ellie please... say something.." Her eyes flip to my now swollen and red ones. She rushed towards me with heavy footsteps, causing me to flinch.

"You fucking-" She stopped herself, looking away and I hear her take a deep breath. The venom on the tip of her tongue was once familiar, comforting almost, but the thought of it now petrified me. I sheepishly grab the sheets on my bed, pulling them over my chest as I clutched to the seams. Ellie takes a few more deep breaths, rubbing between her eyebrows before looking down at me.

"You fucked him." Ellie's hand falls from her face, a pained tone could be heard though her hardened words.

"It's not like that-"

"Bull-fucking-shit, sky. Just admit it. You fucked him." I cowered away from her rising voice, looking down at my hands that held tightly into the sheets. I start to cry, soft whimpers escape my lips.

"I- I didn't.. I'm sorry-" I felt fingers on the back of my head, tightening around roots and my head was forced back. I gasped at the unexpected touch, her face now inches from mine.

"You're fucking pathetic." She chuckled, but her face said otherwise. Tight-lipped, eyes colder than the day I first met her.

"El- please.. stop. You're s-scaring me." I whispered, praying she would hear the fear in my voice.

"Did you think of me? Huh?" A tilt in her voice as her grip on my scalp tightened, causing another yelp from my lips.

"Answer me, princess. Did he fuck you as good as I do?" Ellie leaned in, lingering soft breaths in my ear and down my neck. I felt a shiver down my spine, the entirety of my body reacting to every word that left her mouth, including a heat building in my lower stomach.

"I- I thought of you the whole time. Wishing it was you and not him." I surrendered, waving the white flag.

"Good girl." She leaned in, ghosting over my lips but not connecting them. I felt the warmth of her lips brush against my own. She was doing this on purpose. Giving me what I wanted, but not fully. Her praise mixed with the softening of her voice, had me melting under her touch. I was putty in her hands, never able to deny her, which is exactly how she liked it. I felt her grip release, her eyes on my own only to shift to my puffy lips. Ellie's hand smoothed over my face, wiping a tear away from the corner of my eye before she brought it down to my jaw, holding my face firmly. Her thumb grazed over my bottom lip, curling it inside and releasing it, letting it fall back in place.

"You're so fuckin' pretty like this." She breathed out heavily. Using her grip to her advantage, she turned my head to the side, observing the red blotches of skin on my cheeks, and the smeared makeup around my eyes. My toes curled, leaning in more, yearning to feel her lips on mine.

"Ellie-" I whined, my chest rising and falling rapidly, heat starting to pool between my legs.

"What do you want, baby?" Ellie cooed, her grip on my jaw lowering to my neck.

"Please Els..."

"Ah-ah. Use your words, princess."

"I- I want you-" I brought my hand up, palming the fabric of her jeans between her legs. "-inside... " I whined pathetically, squeezing my thighs together to create any sort of friction I could find. Her eyes go wide, her face softens slightly. Confusion spread on her features, surprised by how straight forward I was being. I felt her grip on my neck loosen, her eyes searching my own to figure out if I knew what I was saying, but it doesn't last long. Ellie's expression hardens again, the hand on my neck started to squeeze tighter.

"You're such a fuckin' whore. You know that?" Her degrading use of words caused another whimper to escape my lips. "I love when you beg, but you're drunk, Skyler." Ellie said quite seriously, hinted disappointment in her tone. Her hand drops from my throat before she takes a few steps to her bed, sitting on the edge of her mattress, legs slightly spread apart, and leaning back on her hands. I was being punished. Maybe I did deserve it, but it felt unfairly cruel. My head was fuzzy. My body felt airy and empty. I felt my inner thighs slick together without friction, now coated in my own arousal. I needed to her touch me, to release me, to fill me up over and over again.

I pushed myself back, letting my back rest against the wall as I propped my knees up, making sure to sit directly across from her to give her the best view. My eyes burned into hers as I slid my tights and underwear down my legs, kicking the clothes to the side as it reached my feet. Ellie leaned forward, taking an interest. The dim light of the moon leaked through the window, allowing me to make out her features. Her jaw hung slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she intensely watched my every move. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the liquor that still circulated in my system, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to punish her for punishing me. To tease her the only way I knew how. I cup my breast, squeezing it as I threw my head to the side. I moan under my own touch, using my other hand to skim my inner thighs. I fixate on her, her eyes shooting daggers into mine as she brought her lower lip between her teeth.

"Mm-" I slid my fingers along my drench folds. My stomach tightened from her stares, how she watched, and knowing much it pained her that she wasn't the one touching me.

Ellie grunts to herself out of frustration, white knuckling her own thighs to restrain herself. Her reactions encouraged me to do more, put on a show for her that would leave her begging for a taste. I circled my middle finger around my clit, letting my legs fall open more.

"Fu- mMm-" I moan pathetically, my chest heaving with every stroke. I quicken my pace, but it wasn't enough. I bring my other hand to my mouth, taking two fingers to my face, observing them, then to look at her to make sure she's watching, and oh was she.

Ellie's chest visibly rose and fell deeply, her own thighs now pressed together as she cursed under her breath. I rest the two fingers on my lips, slowly putting them in my mouth, swirling them around my tongue. I suck on the digits before pulling them out. A string of spit connects before snapping as I move my hand down to my pussy.

Ellie's POV  I bit down on my knuckle, hard. Trying to hold back the urge to touch her, feel how wet she is on my fingertips.

"Do you like watchin' me touch myself?" Her voice was high-pitched, and soft breaths fell from her lips as she worked herself. Fuck. It felt wrong to watch like I shouldn't be in the same room with her for her own sake. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, stained moans from Skyler echoed inside my head. Her fingers fucking into her as her other hand rubbed her clit. Her movements were messy and irregular from her drunkenness, pathetic attempts to cure herself.

"You're fucking unbelievable." I choked out though heavy breaths, a familiar wetness filled in my boxers. I cup my crotch through my jeans, leaning even closer like it would be enough to reach her.

"Fuck- Ellieeee mmmohmygod..-" She babbled with a open jaw, her legs beginning to shake as she approached her climax.Her fingers quickened inside of her, her pussy dripping with her slick as wet squelches filled the room.

I rock on the bed slightly, allowing the seam in my jeans to rock against my clit for any sense of relief.

"Fu- imgonna..." Her hips sputter, pace halting as her back arched. She slowed her hand before removing her fingers and lifting them to her mouth, licking them clean.

Watching Skyler fuck herself for my viewing pleasure felt like a religious experience. How beautiful she was in the low, blue tinted light of the moon, and how fucking incredible the sounds she made were. She was better than the girls you see in porno. She was selfish in the way she wanted to feel good, going to any lengths to get herself off, not caring how messy she looked.

My mouth hung open slightly, tongue sliding along my upper teeth, stomach tightening, and the uncomfortable feeling growing between my legs. Skyler's eyes remained glued to mine as she pushed herself forward, crawling off the bed with unsteady footing. She takes a few strides until she's standing over me before slowly lowering herself to her knees.

Skyler's POV Ellie shifts uncomfortably on the bed as I lower myself to the floor. I slowly bring a hand up, dragging it up her inner thighs before bringing it to the button on her jeans. Ellie grabs my wrist, squeezing it slightly.

"Pretty please els- wanna' make you feel good." I mumble, inching my face closer between her legs.

"You're drunk." Ellie said sternly, holding my hand in place. I shake my head, bitting her inner thigh through her jeans.

"I jus' wanna be good fr' you."I look up at her, blinking wide through lustful eyes. I feel her grip relax on my wrist. I unbutton her jeans, breaking focus to look up at her for permission. I unzip her pants causing her to stir slightly under my touch. Using both hands this time, I slid her jeans down her legs, along with her checkered boxers. Ellie lifted her hips, helping me remove them completely.

"Fuck-" Ellie muttered under her breath. I tug at the back of her knees, scooting her ass closer to the edge of the bed for easier access. A whine passed her lips, barely audible, but it was enough to let me know she needed this and craved my touch to ease her.

I kiss the pale, delicate skin on her thighs, sucking occasionally, leaving wet, deep red splotches that trailed inward to her center.

Ellie lifted her hips, growing impatient by the lack of attention to her pussy. "You're s' pretty down here Els." I murmur praises, my own excitement building from seeing this more submissive side of her. I run my tongue down her folds, circling around, savoring the taste of her.

"Fu-fuck sky-" Ellie made out through her labored breathing, reaching her hand down to my head. I lick over her clit, slowly. Flicking my tongue over the neglected bud before sucking on it, letting it snap back. Ellie hand shoved my face forward and her hips started to grind against my mouth. I squeeze her thighs, rocking my tongue against her own rhythm.

"Jus' like that. Don't stop." Ellie's head fell back, leaning her body weight on on arm behind her while the other held my head in place while she fucked herself against me.

I felt like I could cum just from watching her, hearing her and how good she was feeling because of me. My own slick dripped onto the floor beneath me, my heart pounding as I struggled to breathe. My nose bumping against her clit as my tongue lapped up her juices. I felt her thighs start to squeeze around me causing me to shove them apart, adjusting my position to reach my tongue deeper inside her.

"O-oh my- fuuuck, baby you make me feel s'good. You like when I use your mouth? Yeah? Be a good girl n let me cum on your face." Ellie stuttered through her creeping climax, her hips rocking at a much more desperate pace.

"Mmmm-" I moan against her cunt. Ellie being in such a vulnerable position, but still made it very clear she was in charge. I was just hers to play with, using me like a toy and it felt amazing to be at her disposal in this moment.

Ellie's grip in my hair tightened, her hips buckled and her moans became more strained. I slow my pace, working her through the high.

I remove my lips from her, pulling away as she caught her breath. My lips felt raw and swollen, and the room had finally stopped spinning.

"Did I do okay?" I ask her quietly, bringing my voice up a pitch. I looked up at her from the floor. Ellie blinked open her eyes, diverting her attention to my fully nude body beneath her. I held my breath, waiting for her approval.

Ellie leaned down, and her thump grazed my bottom lip, smearing the fluids further before sliding her thumb into my mouth. I closed my lips around it, sucking as she pulled out. Her eyes burned into mine, ragged breaths fell from her parted lips before she lurched forward. Hands grab my face, pulling me closer and she connects our lips. This kiss was deep, and sensual. Her tongue intertwined with mine, licking my lips as she tasted herself before entering my mouth again.My back arched under her touch, wet squelching could be heard as I squeeze me legs tighter together. I caught my breath as she broke away from me.

Ellie stood from the bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants before stepping towards me and offered a hand. I took it, allowing her to help me from the floor. I cross my arms over my breasts and stood awkwardly. I watch her as she rummaged through her own clothes, picking out a t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers. She returns to me, bending down and tapping my calf with a finger. I step into the boxers, lifting one foot at a time allowing her to pull the cloth up my legs.

"Arms up." She ordered, holding the shirt at the hems. I did as I was told, lifting my arms and felt the thin, worn fabric cover my torso. I look down at the oversized shirt. It was different than the one she let me wear before, but still looked well loved by her.

I glance back up to her, her eyes already glued to mine. Her features were soft this time, almost heartbreaking to look at. The corners of her mouth downturned slightly, eyes big and full of something I couldn't describe. Ellie placed a small kiss to my lips and tucked a strain of hair behind my ear.

"You did good." I felt her thumb caress my cheek. I lean into her hand, basking in the warmth of her touch.

"Are you still upset with me?" I ask softly.

Ellie pauses, turning her eyes to the floor then back up to me. Her face hardened for a moment, eyebrow creasing and her lips tighten. I bunch the bottom of the shirt in my hands, squeezing around the fabric, terrified I lost all chance of fixing my mistake. Ellie notices my nervous fidgeting, grabbing my hands and holding them in her own.

"I'm unbelievably pissed, but it's hard to be mad at you." Ellie huffed, flashing a smile to try to help ease the worries I had.

"C'mon, let's go to bed." Ellie nodded her head towards her bed, guiding me by hand to the mattress.

She lays me down, pulling the duvet over my body before crawling in herself. Ellie's arms wrap around me, tangling themselves underneath my own, holding into my waist to secure herself as close as possible. The room was quite, peaceful even. I was warm, but not too warm. Ellie's familiar scent filled the air around me, making me feel safe and secure.

"I think I'm in love with you." I spoke quietly, secretly hoping she was already fast asleep, that she wasn't able to hear these words that felt so comfortable for me to say.

"You're drunk." She repeated the phrase, like everything I've done tonight was because I was drunk, and nothing more. "I sobered up when you almost killed a guy in our room" is what I wanted to say, but I'm afraid it wouldn't make a difference. Ellie needed to believe I was drunk so that none of this held any meaning, that I couldn't possibly love her because that would be crazy, right? To love a girl. A girl that was short tempered, angry, and out of control. A girl that was secretly a dork, beautiful and talented, and too smart for her own good.

If she didn't want me to fall in love with her, then why does she make it so easy?

I thought about this long after I knew Ellie had finally fallen asleep. Maybe she was right, I'm drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing, that the liquor made me act out of character and say shit I wouldn't normally say, but I knew what I was doing, and I had full control over my actions. Sure, the drinks helped me doing things that I'd typically be too chicken shit to do, like masturbating while she watched...but that doesn't mean I didn't want to do it. Maybe telling a girl you love her after you ate her out for the first time wasn't the smartest move, but it's been something I've held inside for a long time and just recently figured out what the feeling was.Love. The nauseating, anxious and terrifying sensation of caring about someone more than you care about yourself, to want to get to know someone better than you've ever known anyone else.

The girl that once made my life hell, and continues to do so, but the soft, sweet, and tender moments she gave me felt worth it.