On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Feel Good

I just want to (I just want to feel good)
I'm not even close to kidding

🚨 SMUT AHEAD 🚨

Y/N POV

I just want to feel good.

Feeling another person's hands glide through my hair before their fingers dig into my scalp is something I didn't know I had missed until this moment.

It's fucking making me feel the best I've felt over the last two days.

I'm laying on my back with each harsh kiss being planted onto my neck. I let out a whimper as the feeling for more keeps growing.

My eyes have been shut since Becca continued her loving assault on my lips before going down my neck and body. Her warm breath invades my ears as her groans get louder. I let out a tiny moan when I feel her soft hands move from my head down my face to the sides of my body. The second her fingers slide up my stomach passed my belly button, I'm hit with a memory.

Liz keeps moving her body further down. Her hands are working their way up my chest. One hand softly brushing my neck.

I shut my eyes tighter, pushing the memory out.

"Is this okay?" Becca asks me as she starts kissing up my exposed stomach. Entirely pulling my mind back to what was happening.

"Please," I whisper. I can practically hear the smile form on Becca's face as my quiet moans fill the room.
Becca's mouth starts to move further down, and it's not long until she stops and looks up at me.

"Can I?"

Only then do I realize what's bound to happen if I say yes. The question is, do I want it?

"Y/N."

I feel her body move upward towards me. She's being cautious as she does so. This only adds to the confusion in my brain when she starts planting soft kisses before she is on/next to me. Her right hand is in my hair while her left rests on my stomach.

"Y/N. Look at me."

I relax my eyes and open them to see Becca's face expressing a mix of lust and worry. "Are you sure?"
She leans her head into mine as the question comes out in a whisper.

I tilt my head towards hers.

"Y-yes.."

"I have your consent?" Becca asks as she plants a kiss on the side of my head. I nod before opening my mouth. "Yes."

"Okay.." Becca husks out as she leaves soft kisses down my neck like before, except this time, her hand moves with her.

Becca starts kissing me harder and harder as her hand reaches the top of my pants. I shut my eyes again as I feel them slide down my thighs. Her hand slowly following. I jolt a little at the contact on my hip bone as her fingers carefully brush past it, almost teasing me before she reaches my panties.

I feel her fingertips slide down the front of my black panties, pushing my thighs further apart. I squeeze my eyes harder as I know the feeling isn't the same.

Her fingertips aren't hers.

"I-"

I go to speak, but a moan escapes me as Becca slips her middle finger under my panties and over my clit. "Bec-" Another try ends in a whimper as her middle finger is running slow circles over my clit.

"Y/N." She growls at me as my mind takes a turn.

This isn't what I want. This isn't who I want. The good feelings I had is disappearing as I realize the mistake I've made. However, Becca isn't stopping. It's not her fault she doesn't know. She doesn't know that my chest is rising and falling because of my oncoming panic attack, not because she's pushing me to the edge. Or that the moans I'm letting out are actually pleas to stop, but the words won't form.