Best Guess

"Tell me to stop," Y/N exhaled.

Lizzie's fingers curled into Y/N's jacket, knuckles white against the fabric, holding on tight like she was the one barely holding it together.

Her chest rose and fell, lips parting on a shaky breath, "Don't."

Y/N snapped. Her mouth crashed against Lizzie's, desperate, hungry, all those weeks of built-up tension finally breaking loose between them.

Lizzie whimpered into her mouth, soft and broken like she hadn't expected Y/N to kiss her like this.

Y/N's hands slid into Lizzie's hair, fingers tangling deep at the roots, tilting her head back until she had no choice but to give in and let Y/N take whatever she wanted.

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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
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