loser!ellie that met you when dina and jesse took her to hooters — where you worked at — on her birthday.
loser!ellie that couldn’t stop looking at you from the moment she saw you
loser!ellie that almost killed her friends when they asked you to get their orders, noticing the way she was staring at you.
loser!ellie that was blushing like crazy when you approached their table.
loser!ellie who watches you mesmerized, trying not to let her eyes roam your figure, eyes freezing on your face as jesse and dina make their order.
loser!ellie who gets so distracted with staring at your face that doesn’t realize it’s her turn to make her order.
“so… what would you like, ellie?” you ask, after her friends tell you her name.
she blushes even harder. you notice how hard she tries not to look at your body, being respectful and you flash her a smile.
hearing how pretty her name sounds coming out of your lips and seeing your smile makes her feel like she’s gonna pass out. you are one of the prettiest girls she’s ever seen and she really doesn’t know how to act.
“um… i- what do you recommend?” ellie manages to ask.
“well, my favorite is the twisted texas melt, if you are into burgers i’d definitely recommend that” you lean a bit closer to her, to show it on the menu she’s holding.
loser!ellie who can’t help but glance down at your boobs when you are this close to her, immediately looking back at your face and cursing herself mentally for not being any better than a man.
loser!ellie whose friends make fun of her after you leave their table because she’s so damn obvious.
loser!ellie who stutters a ‘thank you’ when you bring their order
loser!ellie whose wallpaper is some unfunny arcane meme and she almost dies when you catch a glimpse of it.
“oh, i love this show” you point out as she widens her eyes at you
“arcane?” she asks, dumbfounded and you chuckle.
she thinks that that is the greatest sound she’s ever heard. “yeah, i’m a bit obsessed with vi.”
“oh my god that’s so gay” it just blurts out of her mouth before she can stop herself. jesse and dina hold their laughs and she’s about to start apologizing — until you laugh. really laugh.
“that’s cause i am” ellie’s heart nearly stops. did she hear it right? at this point she might just start jumping out of happiness.
“me too, yeah, go lesbians” she facepalms herself mentally. her friends can’t even pretend they are not laughing anymore.
“figures,” you chuckle “but totally, go lesbians.”
loser!ellie who smiles widely as you wink at her and go to someone else’s table.
loser!ellie who definitely checks you out as you do.
loser!ellie who nearly faints when you bring a little cake over to her table.
loser!ellie who makes a mental note to kick her friend’s ass when she recognizes her favorite chocolate cake being put in front of her — by you.
loser!ellie who cackles as she reads “happy 20 years no pussy” written carefully with green frosting.
loser!ellie who blushes when you sing ‘happy birthday’ to her with dina and jesse.
loser!ellie who feels like she’s dreaming when you press a kiss on her left cheek and say “happy 20th birthday, els”
loser!ellie who is sure she is dreaming when you tuck a piece of paper with your number on it into her hand.
ALMOST LOVERS. so close, but not quite. ellie sends you a note that might rekindle what you nearly had.
word count: 4.9k
warnings: nsfw mdni, infidelity, secretive behavior, pussy-eating, strapon r!receiving, messy tribbing, vague description of squirting
tags: ex-bestfriends with benefits. long term homoerotic secret-third-thing. forbidden. a playful fuck born of yearning.
ELLIE HAD BEEN looking down at her third mixed drink when her stomach lurched at the thought of having to finish it. She never liked vodka. She wasn’t sure why she even chose it to begin with.
“I missed you,” Ellie said, setting her drink down on her coffee table, fiddling with the coaster her drink sat on.
It was a childish thing to say. Childish, naïve, maybe even teetering on reckless. Ellie couldn’t help herself; it was nothing she hadn’t said before, although circumstances now would imply heavier consequences.
You returned to an acquaintance of Ellie’s. A quiet awareness of each other, clearing paths to avoid regrettable collision. You repelled each other’s pull to orbit with nothing but sheer will and an intense fear of embarrassment.
An acquaintance, sure. But what did that mean when you’ve known the exact way in which the lines of Ellie’s neck join her collarbones, her shoulders? When Ellie had etched in her mind the way your silhouette takes its shape against the natural light while you’re sound asleep, nothing but a beautifully sun-drenched figure?
It didn’t mean much at all, apparently. Her sheets have always held your scent — but it’d been six months too long since you’d been in her sheets anyway. Although that side of the bed wasn’t yours. And never had been. In fact, it was someone else’s now.
Still, you were no stranger. But Ellie had been bolder. And she’d been responsible for far more reckless things.
So have you.
C’mon. Say it.
“I… missed you too.”
The words ran from your mouth in a long breath; you were unsure whether the confession was intentional or by accident, but the words hung in the air now. She heard it. And you wrung your hands a bit, trying your best to bluff, still uncertain of what game she sought to play.
She wouldn’t let you catch her eyes, and whether that choice of hers was sheepish or cocky, you couldn’t tell.
It would be too brave of you, too bold, to express what you’d really thought. Right? Wasn’t it?
A swirling nostalgia settled in your stomach, and you played with the idea of drinking its temptation in full. Among the inside jokes stashed in between the couch cushions you sat on, you could probably still find one or two popcorn kernels lodged in there, too.
Could you maybe eat like a normal person? The movie’s not that scary, El.
Ha. Pshhh, I’m not scared. I’m just saving those for later. Obviously.
This was just a friendly, strictly-platonic get-together for two, just as you had done so many times before. You and your best friend had always been tightly knit – sewn, if you were being honest – until seams all but unraveled just a few months ago. You both found new ways to occupy your time, new hands to hold, new lips to kiss. More time to make for someone else.
And yet, that corny envelope and handwritten note still somehow slipped underneath your door earlier that day. Come over for some drinks? If you want. Definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to. Dina’s at Jesse’s for the night, if that means anything.
If that means anything.
“It’s okay that you’re with her, by the way."
Attempting to save both you and herself from the silence, Ellie’s heart had spoken through gritted teeth, although her lips made sure the words rang polite. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips when she realized she wouldn’t have to hear you backtrack.
She peeled the coaster out from beneath her drink and leaned over to grab your third drink, watching the condensation pool beneath the empty glass of ice. You swallowed the words as hard as you tried to untangle them. And the thought of Dina caught and hung itself like an anchor in your stomach.
Dina was good for Ellie. And to save face, you’ve mustered the courage to say that your new lover was good for you, too. No matter the words exchanged in quiet – those were lovers’ quarrels and you always made up. The nights spent alone meant nothing, that was just how she coped. And forget the comments, they were funny! Even you laughed. Right? This was good. Why wouldn’t it be okay? Of course, it was okay. You and Ellie had only ever been friends. Or something like that.
“Whew!” You sarcastically pretended to wipe away sweat above your brow. After pressing your lips together in an attempt to conceal a smirk, you continued, “Fuck, I’m so relieved I have the Ellie stamp-of-approval. God, what would I have done without it?”
“Oh, shut up," Ellie laughed and rolled her hazel-green eyes at you, lips parting to reveal a crooked smile. Just a playful nudge at your arm with her freckled nose all wrinkled, and a flame ripped across your chest and crept toward your neck. "I was just being nice."
You broke the ice – the way you wanted it to be broken. Lighthearted, good-natured, casual. Maybe there was a twinge of something else – and of course there was, there’d always been something else – something sweet and tender and so poorly developed and fragile that maybe it was best that it never touched the surface. Although, maybe now, buzzed and lacking inhibition, it didn’t seem so bad to let it breathe.
“Okay, and? So was I.” You nudged her back, the nostalgia feeling bittersweet and overdue. “I can still kick your ass, y’know.”
“You wanna bet?” Ellie’s eyebrows perked up at you as she jokingly raised her fists, cartoonishly winding up a punch. Frequently, you used to find yourself at the receiving end of Ellie’s goofy shadowboxing. Few others have had the privilege of being her victim. “Put ‘em up.”
“Careful, nerd. Might hurt yourself,” you replied, feigning a lack of amusement.
You slapped her lazy fist downward and something reeled inside Ellie’s gut. A knot formed in her stomach, being reminded of how long it’s been since you’ve touched her hands. But the inner corners of her mouth creased into a bashful smile anyway. She had finally let you catch her eyes. And for a moment, you forgot the circumstances. It seemed as though Ellie did, too.
“Do you ever miss this?”
Ellie’s gaze lingered. Maybe just a bit too long. Heat tore across your ears, and you tried your best to ignore the burn.
“Miss what? Being challenged to kick your ass?” you defused. This was supposed to be lighthearted, casual… harmless. It was harmless.
“Ha-haaa. Very funny.” You caught an eye-roll from the Savage Starlight card collector. “Y’know what I meant.”
“Being friends?”
“I mean, yeah, sure. Something like that,” Ellie uttered, unsure but settling for what left her lips. She shrugged, shy eyes downcast toward her fingers.
“I do miss it, yeah,” you admitted. Ellie struggled to contain her buzz at your confession. You returned a shrug, swallowing the urge to place blame. It had never been anyone’s fault. You had simply grown apart – friends do that sometimes, don’t they?
“Don’t know why it’s been so long. Just… busy I guess,” Ellie muttered, almost embarrassedly. She was the one who stopped calling, she’s sure. Patrols were just…coincidentally reassigned, too. To make things less awkward between you both, obviously.
And busy had a name. You didn’t feel like your Busy was worth mentioning. But for Ellie, it was always Dina.
Her name hung in your mouth and Ellie's eyes softened, a quiet understanding passing between the two of you.
“So…” you sighed, debating on continuing. “How are things with Dina?”
“It’s been… really great. She’s great.” Ellie compulsively finished the rest of her drink to avoid elaborating further. It had been proving difficult trying to remind herself that when it’s good, it’s great with Dina – and that it was something worth waiting it out for. And mind often wandered so far as to ask whether it had to be this way at all.
Relationships don’t always need sex for it to survive, right? What are the odds of sex life flatlining shortly after making it official? Was it just her libido? Perhaps lesbian bed-death, or something. People grow out of it, the freezing-out thaws, and all that, she guessed. But the guilt in Ellie’s chest burned up the words that never left her mouth. She hoped that with each breath thereafter, smoke wouldn’t curl out from between her lips.
“But… she doesn’t find your corny puns funny either?”
“Well, I know it breaks your heart, but she does, in fact, find my puns funny,” Ellie lectured in between laughter, with arms crossed and her warm buzz to blame for the half-lidded gaze.
“She’s still in the honeymoon phase, huh?” The sarcasm threaded your motion, slowly nodding at Ellie, hoping to win another laugh from her.
“I dunno. It’s just not the same y’know?”
You tensed. You brought your hands down to your lap when you began biting the inside of your cheek. Of course you knew.
“It’s not the same as what?”
You attempted to jump ship anyway. Lest you reveal something you didn’t want Ellie to know.
“Like how we used to be.”
“As friends?”
Or something like that, right?
“I mean, friends don’t really kiss friends.”
Right.
The urge to bristle at the comment was hard to fight. You weren’t the one to have kissed her first; she started it back then. But the guilt slithered into your gut and gnawed at you, knowing that you always wished you had kissed her first, anyway.
“Sometimes they do. And maybe it’s that simple,” you said a little too defensively, knowing how Dina and Ellie got together. You didn’t mean for it to come out so brash, but you blamed it on the alcohol crippling your self-awareness and its accompanying filter.
“I mean – c’mon – don’t you wanna talk about it?” Ellie quibbled. “Or would you rather keep pretending that nothing ever happened?”
“Nothing did happen, Ellie.”
You prayed that the next words out of Ellie’s mouth wouldn’t be “Friends don’t fuck friends, either.” Because if they had been, you’d have to spend the next few minutes waiting for the hungry ache between your legs to subside; you know that your nameless Busy could never fuck you the way Ellie did.
“We both know that’s not true,” Ellie teased and leaned in toward you, holding back a scoff. You would’ve called it a laugh if you had been sober.
“Hooking up never meant anything, El. We were just friends, and you’re with Dina now. Don’t fuck this up for yourself,” you chided.
There was still time to leave. To walk away from whatever hot, tempting mess was awaiting you on Ellie’s couch. It was an old dance, a familiar one, whose steps had been memorized by your soles.
It started with something harmless. Innocent touches. Friendly ones. Then, a peck. Something like kisses littered along a collarbone. Until, eventually, legs were hoisted over shoulders, faces buried in between thighs and hands with a mean grip on hair.
It was inconsequential fun back then. It was forbidden now. And for some reason, the thought of getting fucked into a bed by Ellie, who didn’t belong to you, made your cunt slick.
“Did you know why I kissed you back then?” Ellie’s voice was soft, quiet. But there was a challenge there. Her words dripped with a dare.
“Cause you had a big, fat crush?” You leaned in the way she did, taunting her with a drunken smirk. Your faces were only inches from each other’s now, the vodka on her breath strong and the mutual desperation stronger.
“What if I said that I still do?”
Ellie’s eyes flicked between your lips and your eyes, clearly distracted by a twinge between her thighs. When was the last time your mouths have been so close? She swore that her fingertips could recall the hills and valleys of your figure. Maybe she could try tracing them along your skin again, just to test herself. Just to say she could. C’mon. Maybe.
“I would say that you’re drunk. And fucking insane,” you quipped, unable to help the laugh that escaped your lips – low and breathless.
“Nothing else?”
Every time she spoke, all the clear, hard lines that kept you two apart suddenly looked softer, blurrier – like someone had been rubbing out the edges. They looked wobbly, jagged, faded, as if someone drew them with a hand that couldn’t quite steady itself. Everything felt a little more fluid, a little more bendable, a little less… consequential.
God, the stakes were high and the rewards even better. One wrong breath and you could win her or lose her. You were always good at bluffing but had a bad habit of throwing out your cards. What then? What’s next? Fold, right? It’s always been a fold, baby. You never wanted the pot that bad anyway, did you?
“And that you’re a nerd.”
“Oucchhhh.”
Ellie feigned anguish with a cocky smile, whilst pretending to drive a dagger through her heart.
Your conscience held itself in silence as soon as you watched her eyebrows pinch at the center. It’s almost exactly the way you remembered. When she’d look down at you, face between her legs. When you used to glide your tongue through her folds, making slow, soft circles around her clit.
There had suddenly been just too much fucking saliva in your mouth while looking at her like that. You began to believe that the spit in your mouth could be used for far more useful things than moistening your mouth. Both of you exchanged a fleeting look. A knowing one. A thirsty one.
You slowly leaned in to kiss her gently, pulling away to scan her face for any sign of regret, resentment – or satisfaction.
She didn’t wear surprise on her features. Her eyes had darkened, something hypnotic and fucking carnal behind pupils blown. The small victory set your body alight. And a discreet, sin-free, mouth-watering desire had been fulfilled. It was a peck. Just to test the waters. An innocent thing.
The tug just below Ellie’s happy-trail disagreed.
You both moved to brazenly close the distance, rushing to get up and get your hands on each other – to clumsily and carelessly make your way toward the bed that you missed so much. Your hands held the side of her face as her lips continued to crash into yours. She brought a hand to the side of your neck, a thumb grazing your cheek, the exact way she used to make you melt. It was sweet, it was missed, it was never supposed to be innocent. It was born of desperation.
And it was fucking sloppy.
Miraculously, you two had found the bed – which, to be honest, is no miracle since this felt like ritual – and she pinned you down onto it. You slid up further into the sheets, your body buzzing at the way Ellie groped you. You clawed at her shirt, pathetically pulling her closer. A soft whine crept from your throat when her lips left yours, a string of saliva stretching between your mouths. Gravity broke the string; the warm spit dribbled down your chin.
You laid there, looking up at Ellie, whose hands have already undone a bra, while she feasted her eyes upon your neck like it was her next meal. Ellie had always been one to admire you, but there simply was no time to fuckin’ waste.
Her right hand found your neck, nimble fingers closing around your throat and squeezing a breathy yelp from you. Her left hand found a handful of your soft tits, her palm skimming over your hard nipples and fighting the urge to grab any harder than she was. But before she could decide to rough you up any further, her lips and tongue met the skin on your neck, leaving a trail of painful and wet kisses.
It was so quick, born of something so pent-up, secret, uncontrollable. You loved that she didn’t give you a moment to think. The moans that involuntarily escaped your lips were half-formed, broken, breathy. Your thoughts weren’t that much different.
“Shit,” you managed to croak out, realizing that she had been leaving love bites. “C’mon, El. I don’t… don’t have a way to fuckin’ cover them.”
“Good,” Ellie huffed between half-kisses, before decisively bringing her teeth down hard on your neck, purposely ignorant to your wishes. A sharp inhale through your teeth settled into a helpless moan in your mouth. “Means I get to keep you. Right, baby?”
Baby. She called you baby. Something in your chest tightened, like heartstrings suddenly tangled. You’d question whether she meant that if you were sober. But the buzzing in your body from the gin denied the need for proof. Your proof was right there. Ellie’s tongue on your neck softened anxiety’s edges for you and your nerves remained partially blunted to the panic of being called her baby.
“Mhm,” you sighed, nodding a bit sporadically, clearly melting. You searched for her hands with yours and dragged them down toward that deliciously painful ache in your pussy. “Fuck, please touch me, El, please.”
Ellie’s fingers dug into the hems of your shirt and her hands scrambled to pull it up and over your head. She brought her soft, pink lips to your chest, leaving kisses, sneaking bites and trailing her tongue down to your hard nipples. Ellie drew a plea from your lips, and she was about to do it again. All while her hands had worked themselves to the button and zipper of your jeans. And once she got those down – her own.
Your eyes lavished the sight of Ellie’s pretty thighs. Pretty, soft, flecked with freckles. The perfect place to put your head between. Goosebumps had strewn themselves across your skin. And your pretty friend’s warm hand over your cunt didn’t help.
“So you must’ve really missed me, huh,” she teased, running a finger over an obnoxiously wet spot of your underwear. You flushed at the soft brush of her finger, your blood red-hot underneath your skin. Afraid that she’d draw away her hand to tease you further, you gripped her forearm and pressed it against the heat between your legs. Your eyes locked.
“Gotta check to make sure, right?” You tilted your hips toward her, your words edging on a dare. And you had always known Ellie to be far too stubborn to turn one down.
In silent agreement, her left hand peels your panties toward the side, her right middle and ring finger slipping easily into your dripping cunt and thumb gently landing on your throbbing clit.
“Sh-Shit,” you moaned, licking your lips shortly after. With eyelids low, you reached for your tits, as if something feral stirred in your gut at the feeling of being filled by Ellie’s fingers. You fervently imagined what her tongue would feel like filling up your pussy; it had been too long ago to recall.
Your eyes followed her movement in hungry anticipation. She lowered her face to your middle, fingers sliding out to spread the lips of your cunt. What a fuckin’ tease.
She ran her tongue through your folds, eager to earn another pretty sound from you. And she did. Bottom to top, the tip of her tongue caught and spread the slick over your clit, and you couldn’t help but groan in greed. More. You wanted more.
Ellie delivered — with a warm, wet tongue that slid into your pussy.
“Goddd, fuck, El. Feels so, f-fuckin’ — good,” you whimpered pathetically. “S-so fuckin’ deep in my cunt.” Like second nature, your fingers clawed for a grip on Ellie’s rusty brown hair.
“So — fuckin’… pretty, baby,” she moaned into you, between tongue-deep licks of your pussy. The sound of Ellie’s tongue messily lapping against and into your gushing cunt made a slippery mess out of her own underwear. But she didn’t need to tell you that for you to know.
Her fingers found themselves in your messy pussy again, her tongue at your clit, making steady swirls, occasionally closing her lips around your bud to gently suck. Like clockwork, a familiar hunger gently tore at you from your core.
“Shit, yessss, baby. Mhm, like that. Like thatttt. Gimme, El, p-please. I’m —”
Just like that, Ellie had to do the opposite of what you so desperately begged for. Her tongue abandoned your clit, and her fingers left your pussy, sticky, beaded strings of slick adorning the space between them. An exasperated whimper left with an exhale. Ellie sat back onto her heels, self-satisfied smirk on her face.
“Sorry — were you not done?”
“Fuckin’ Christ, El. You’re so annoying.”
She watched you compose yourself from the brink of the delicious chase of your orgasm, pulling something out from inside a bin from underneath the bed. Something she hadn’t used since she had seen you last.
She calmly wrestled it on, made sure it was secure. And you ignored the blatant watering of your mouth.
“Aww, c’mon.” She screwed up her chin into a sarcastic pout. Her features sat gentle on her face, but her movements were a bit rough. Her hands pulled your legs to the right, leaving you on your side. Without giving you time to react, she rolled you onto your front, and pulled your ass up by your hips. You comfortably laid there, on your knees. “You love it.”
Her hazel eyes drank you up, admired your ass, and locked on the pretty, glistening wet lips between your legs.
“What are yo—”, you started, unable to finish. Ellie’s fingers spread your pussy lips, the tip of the strap gliding just-barely in. “H-holy shhhit.”
The sultry whine slipped from your mouth. And, poor you. You couldn’t help but arch your back. Stars swam in your eyes as her slips slowly rocked into you, the length of her strap filling your wet cunt.
“Slipped in sooo easy, baby,” Ellie hummed, hypnotized by the view, the way your ass moved with every stroke. Her palms spread on your ass, fingers digging in, likely to leave light fingertip bruises afterward. Her strokes got quicker and harder, her strap running over that delicious sweet spot in your pussy.
“Ellie! Fuck! Goddd, fuck me plea— right there, rightthere, baby,” you groaned, barely coherent, face-deep into her pillow, hands clawing at the sheets that smelled so much like her.
A series of whimpers had been leaving Ellie’s lips as she fucked you, the base of the strap rubbing comfortably — conveniently — against her clit. Something feral crawled up into Ellie’s abdomen with each stroke.
Unsatisfied with her grip on you, she reached over, laid a hand across your throat, forcing you to look up and stifling your moaning.
“You make such — pretty fuckin’… noises for me — fuck,” Ellie said. Maybe sighed. Although, to you it felt like a pant.
You turned your head just a bit to catch a blurry sideways glimpse of Ellie. There was a cool glow that illuminated the side of her face, freckles clear and bright, eyes closed and chasing that familiar tug in your core as she fucked into you. It was probably the moonlight trickling in from behind Ellie’s closed curtains.
And it was safe to say you fucking hated those curtains as they were.
Writhing under the pressure and friction of Ellie’s body behind yours, you secretly wished those curtains were never closed to prying eyes. You desperately wanted someone to look in. Someone to watch Ellie fuck you silly while you were wide-eyed, hypnotized, and hungry. The way she used to. Face down, ass up and fucked into a pillow. The way it was supposed to be.
And you’ve never looked more fucking gorgeous to her.
“God fuck, so clo—” Ellie’s breathy groans grew more intense, her sounds became all whiny, fussy, insatiable. You had her wrapped around your finger — and you’d be insane to make it all so easy for her. Her breathing quickened, catching itself on that warm knot in her stomach nearly unraveling.
You pulled forward and away from Ellie. The strap slid out of your pussy, to both your dismay and delight. A smirk snuck its way onto your lips as you turned around, rolling onto your back — missionary.
Her freckled chest was heaving a hard, unsteady breath. A bewildered expression on her features bordered on defeat.
“The fuck was that?” She asked, chest and cheeks alight, flush and rosy. You daydreamed about leaving purplish love bites around her neck, like a collar. You had always been holding the leash, haven't you?
This was your proof.
“I think that makes us even,” you answered, brandishing your self-satisfaction.
“Asshole,” Ellie exhaled with half a laugh, still catching her breath. Her hand tapped your thigh in a light smack — Ellie’s version of playful chastisement.
“Yeah?” you challenged, eyes flicking between the harness and the endearing lines forming at the corner of Ellie’s smirk.
You sat up, hands at the harness which sat around her hips and ass, managing to wrangle it off. Your eyes struggled to leave the pretty, sloppy mess she made underneath it.
Often you wondered if there was some secret language that only you two speak telepathically. Because she grabbed your legs, forcing you on your back again, and hoisting your right leg over her right shoulder — doing exactly as you desired.
Ellie positioned herself so that her middle met your own, and when it did, the feeling of her warm, sticky cunt made the ache of your clit border on painful. The slightest movement made the most delicious and obnoxious sound of your desperately wet pussies up against each other.
“So fuckin’ wet for me, baby,” Ellie huffed, watching the way your hands grasp at your own chest in lust. “Is that all for me, pretty girl?”
Strings of drool stretched between your cunts every time she pulled away and returned back to you, hips rocking like something carnally possessed. Your clits passed over each other, throbbing hard and sensitive from the pressure and slippery, effortless lack of friction between your gushing pussies.
You admired the tiny beads of sweat on her, like a mist that fell over Ellie’s neck and chest. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of glistening slick adorning both of your thighs. The air was a mess of both your whimpers, whines, nearly animalistic breathing.
“Uh-huh, just like that — All mine, baby,” Ellie groaned, leaning just a bit forward to grab one of your tits with her free hand.
All hers. Sure, you were both drunk. But Ellie did nothing but confirm all of which you held to be true in secret. You’ve always belonged to each other – whether the world knew it or not.
“Keep going, please— yes… shitttt. El, plea— please fuck me,” you pleaded, eyeing Ellie’s tits bounce as she rubbed herself against you.
You clawed at each other; fingernails dug into Ellie’s forearm, and Ellie returned the favor with fingertips pressed hard into her grip on your thigh. The incessant and pathetic desire to get closer than you were plagued you both, as if you hadn’t been close enough. You could've shared skin – and surely even that wouldn't be enough.
A mouthwatering daydream of watching Ellie’s eyebrows draw together exactly the way they did earlier, became reality. Lust burned circles around your clit and the deep tug behind your belly button served as a warning.
You could gather the same from Ellie, her eyes pinched closed, movements a bit more erratic, a bit more involuntary.
“Gonna make me cum with you, baby? Make me fucking cu—,” Ellie said, words sloppy and frantic, breathing ragged. “Shitshitshit, holy fuck, fuck!”
As warmth crept from Ellie’s cunt overs – you writhed underneath it. The thought of Ellie’s squirt drenching your pussy did nothing put you over the frenzied edge.
“Mhm, please, so fuckin’ close, El. Please, so close, I can’t fucki— shit! I’mcumming I’mcumming, fuckin’ god—”
A tide rolled itself in your gut – you held your breath, just to feel it a bit longer, the euphoric tension and release. Heat ripped from your cunt to your chest, pussy clenching, clit throbbing, Ellie unrelenting. The relief in your clit grew sharp, a bit painful, overwhelming. Your hand rose to her abdomen, preventing her from rocking against you further. “Jesus christ.”
Ellie’s half-lidded gaze favored the way you squirmed under her; you were just so effortlessly beautiful, at the brink of cumming, at the sleepy aftermath – even with sweat beaded upon your brow from the desperate chase.
She adjusted her legs, fixed in order to collapse next you, although close enough to nearly be on top of you. You tangled legs with hers, finding soft, cool spots on her skin to rest on. Ellie lays half-way on her side, one arm folder and underneath a pillow and the other tracing the outline of your jaw. You both take a moment to catch your breaths.
“But friends don’t fuck friends right?” Ellie quipped sarcastically, waiting for a laugh from you.
“Oh, shut up, El,” you replied, a bit of a spirited defeat in your voice. Fighting the sleepiness, the exhaustion, the self-satisfaction – you relented, wanting to enjoy the moment as it was. For now, she was yours and you were hers. You shared a bed. The sheets smelled of you. She called you her baby.
synopsis; it's a late night relaxing with ellie, except you can't relax. thank menstruation. not for the period pain, but for the undying need to just get fucked into a mess, a bloody mess. luckily, ellie's there to save you. to fuck you.
an; I thought of it, and you wanted it so shall it be. don't want it? get out dawg!!
cw; NSFW, MDNI tlou universe, minor timeskips for laziness, depictions of blood + mild cramps/pain, fingering(r), strap sex(r), sex w/o much plot, ends with fluff, gamer!ellie thirst, service-ish-top!ellie, sub!reader, fondiling, dirty talk, ellie's super comforting, strap referred as her cock, petnames; baby, babe, babygirl.
ten after dusk, and the twang of menstrual pain has churned into permeated lust. ugh, the horniest you've felt this month. you just wanted to get dicked down to the ninth circle of hell, honestly. bloody mess or not. some people think that's beyond the pale, taboo, freakish. fuck'em.
the female body isn't disgusting. periods aren't filthy. people are just sensitive. you believed that very well.
ellie flicks and rustles the controller around, essentially womanhandiling the fuck out of it as she speeds through the horror video game depicted on her screen. the sheer way her veins pop and palms flex as she deftly strikes the button only mushrooms on your growing desire.
"yeah, gotchu' motherfucker!" ellie nearly spits at the screen, air spiking out through scrunched lips and shut teeth, "fuck yeah.."
with ellie sat adjacent to your relaxed knees, just a few inches from your eyes, gives a delicious view. her rough fingers stroke the crevices of the controller, smacking the grips when she gets frustrated, and wiping her hand clean of the gathering claminess on her inner thigh. the controller looks so small in her large grasp. fuck.
blah, you wish you could get touched like that. just wishing you could be a controller about now, hmm?
her focus is oriented squarely on the dull blaring screen and not on you. but she is all you're staring at. it fuckin' enthralls you when she pauses the game, tosses her grey hoodie astray off her head, and contracts her shoulder muscles so deliciously as she straightens her arms behind her and stretches. her freckled dyed back clad in a beige sports bra, grooved in the dim lamp light, was so tantalizing. holy fuck.
nah, you can't handle this shit any longer.
"ellie.." you half-whine, half-groan.
"hold on, babe.." wisped ellie, in such a melifourous husky tone.
she rushes the next incoming mobs that dare to threaten her character, deepening the ridges of her brows downwards in concentration. partaking silence.
you pout and huff a raspberry, slithering your foot over to her riveting wrist, "ellsss.."
her head splits to you, "what babe?"
"i'm bored.."
ellie knows better than to keep you bored. backtracking into the pause menu, she casts her controller to the blanket aside, turning back to you and tucking her hand beneath your knee. her thumb meshes around the soft flesh, squeezing gingerly.
"not a fan of my amazing gameplay?" she sports a smug quip, emphasizing her nasally tone.
"mh-mmm." you shake your head.
"aw-" a giggle entrances her throat, "so.. what did'ya wanna do then?"
one doey eyed glimpse to your lower regions, and she catches on real quick. reaal quick. the game can wait. you're utterly more important to her. she slid her hand up your thigh, giving the plush fat a splurged squeeze and continuing up 'till she cupped the bulge of your pussy clad in midnight satin panties. one touch leads to more things. unspeakable things. tell this girl your fantasies, and they'll materialize immediately.
"els, it'll get on your bedsheets.." you let out a stifled whine, gasping at the pressure her palm induces.
her head bobs side to side, "it's just blood, babe. d'you know how much blood cycles through my clothes after a single patrol?"
"a lot?" your tone curls.
"yeah, a lot.."
she manages a chuckle to part your lips, "hah- ellie.. you really wanna do this?"
her pupils bowl around and jump around the ceiling before returning to your eyes, glamouring the sincerest yet seducing gaze yet. picture perfect bedroom eyes. snaking in a breath and reposing her hand back off your crotch, she assures;
"mhm~ would never miss the chance to pleasure m'pretty girl."
'good gods above. if you're real, please don't let me lose my shit.'
"sounds good to me.." you ball your lips together, letting the bottom spring out as you preserve binded eye contact. her juniper eyes slowly disappear behind blinking eyes, casting a logy eyed look sat atop a half-crescent smirk. waiting without a word. she watches you closely, like a microscope, noting the way your fingers begin pleat your panties down timidly and wring down your legs. now that they're off, her fingers can finally enlist you to fucking heaven.
those willowy fingers tweak your hypersensitive clit in tapered circles, palm facing up. ellie's pupils are obsessed with the way your folds hug and spread around her top knuckles, baking in the warmth of your swollen cunt.
"feel good babe?"
"mhm.."
"good, good.. spread your legs more." she guides you in low whispers, vacant hand pulling at one of your knees, "c'mon.."
you splay your legs further 'till they nearly touch the mattress, then observing ellie, parking her hips directly in front of your groin. she forceps your chin, forcing you to gaze into her eyes while her index and middle dips between your folds, deliberately slow.
"oh- els! baby.." your hand bars over your agape mouth, shuddering at the sudden filling.
"so fuckin' easy to slide in, mhm? hear that?" she tethers your chin closer, making sure you heard every wet noise erupting from your sopping cunt.
"yes.."
"got' my fingers all messy- fuck.. n' i love it.." her tongue quickly spans the width of her lips.
the more her fingers pump and prod into your warm core, the more drippy your folds feel, a mix of slick and blood leaking from the base of her fingers. the ghostly touch to your g-spot is so hypnotizing, it elicits thrums of pleasure to chain react inside your clenching walls. you'd be crazy not to grind your hips even a bit for further stimulation.
you egg her on, "more, please.. more." in a needy expression, bucking your crotch into her working palm, which gauges a throaty giggle from ellie.
"shh.. shh, i got'chu.." she coos, inching towards your face and sealing her pretty peachy lips with yours, gulping up all the harmonius whimpers that strung off your chords. her mouth faintly tastes of a cordial berry drink. so sweet.
ellie's collarbone snug tight to yours, whaffs a pungent warm oak scent into your nose, reminiscent of her working the lumber earlier. your wish is her command, so her fingertips curl up and hit your g-spot repetitively, flexing her tatted arm so nicely. she knows every wall your sweet pussy so damn well.
"ellsmmhh.. smmphhh.." you mumble onto her lips.
even with her fingers diligently poking your most sensitive spot, it just wasn't satisfying enough. no. you know exactly what she needs.
"mmphh!"
she severs the sloppy kiss with a wet smack, "what's the matter, baby?"
"more.."
"i only just started-"
"nhh-mm, nee- more of you.." you clamp your legs around hers.
"ohh~" her voice rises, "greedy now, are we?" her vacant hand coils back and lays plumb under your butt, tugging your pelvis to her body in one fell swoop, "think i know how to fix that." her tone says it all. your face is enveloped in a shadow as she clambers above you, rutting her cotton-short clad hips into the back of your thighs just as her dual crimson coated fingers slide out from your pussy.
you know what this means.
"gonna be still for me, mmkay babe?"
an eager nod bounces your head on a narrow axis, countered with an elated and sultry face from ellie. her lips poise a return at yours and lick them up, saccharine pink tongue biding a tango with yours.
behind shut lids and two tongues tied, the plastic buttons of her shirt pop open and expose her scarred skin. the tab of her zipper is plucked down, and her jeans are punted to the floor, joining a messy pile. the drawer beside you skates open, and her strap is quickly thrown on, buckled and centered at your engorged slit.
"there we go, and-" she holds the bulbous tip at your cunt, easing the length in smoothly, "aahh.. shhhfuck.." ellie siphoned in air through her teeth, a crisp gasp flowing after her raspy moan.
the feeling of being so stuffed obstructs your senses. a flash of white hot seethes over your clement damp skin, worsening the bullets of sweat that ran down your nape.
"ohhmy fuck, ellie!" a gritty groan shoots up your throat, entire body squeezing around her thick girth. you clutch onto her shoulders and grip her auburn locks in shock, thighs embracing her waist tightly and pressing clammy foreheads together.
ellie gazes at you from beneath her brow hood, breath fanning over the crevice of your neck and jaw, "too much? fuckin' tight in there, yeah?" she asked, cause shit, her senses must be deceiving her, the compression of your spasming walls felt on her cock deluding her brain.
the stark size barging against your spoiled g-spot mists up your brain real quick, eyelids beckoning to flit shut.
"hey-" ellie swerves her hips up and slams her dick back down deep in your cunt, echoing a stinging skin slap through the room, "eyes on me babygirl."
the pounding thrust to your pussy sends a fright of bliss washing over your abdomen, the knot within growing hastily.
"shhit-shh.. ohh, fckhmm- y'ellie.." you're just a blabbering pussy-happy mess under her.
her large hand lightly wraps around your neck, luring your attention to her expanding sex-drunk pupils, purring with hot pants skimming your midface, "just watch how m'cock fucks you, thas' all I want." she pecks your jaw, "please, baby?" sliding her hips out.
ellie's gonna make you go fucking crazy.
"uhhuh-guh!" your throat hitches up air as a moan gets forced through your airways, right when ellie slams her cock inside you with another slap.
a gravely laugh from ellie resounds in your foggy, fucked-out brain, "fuck, 'like seeing how messy you get on my cock babe, mhm..."
and with your agreement to her request, she begins pounding into you like there's no tomorrow. she knows how fucking good it feels with you on your period. it feels so fucking good to her too, watching you writhe in ecstasy, the strap riding back into her clit so perfectly.
"fuck-" wet skin smacks together, "yeah-" continuously overflowing the room, "baby.." ellie airily chanted onto your crimson hot neck, lips hanging ajar and grazing over the sensitive skin.
you can't even form a coherent sentence, babbling and drooling on her persistent thrusting that's makes you see all fucking nine circles of hell flash before your sights. though, you observe her. the way her strap rimmed by the pretty auburn bush peaking behind the base, ceaslessly disappearing into your sappy cunt and slipping out for split seconds, coated in a creamy white ring around its base. the eye-catching horizon that is her toned abdomen meeting with yours each time she rams inside, leaves splotches of sweat to transfer between your glowing, sticky bodies. wonder how your pussy looks right about now.
"can- barely, nghh- see it, god- going so fast, yeah?"
"m-mmghmm.."
"mhm.. that's what I like to hear." rasped ellie before screwing her face tautly and hollowing a string of groans from her gullet, utterly enamored in the chafing sensation against her enraged clit.
with the endless pounding into your pussy, sloshing every bit of creamy nectar that pooled at the base of her girth and splattered between to the two of you, sticking like glue, it all overwhelmed you. the noises. the feeling. everything. she was fucking into at an almost inhuman speed, desperate to have you cum.
the pulsing knot nearly snaps, "els- baby.. I'm gh-" a whine interrupts, rambling, "gonna cum g'nna cuhmm.."
"i' got'chu.. it's okay, cum 'n me. need to hear your pretty moans.." cooed ellie, sweeter than honey, contrasting the absolute dirty mess she's made of your pussy.
"fuck me, els.. fuckkin' me-hh.."
"that's right.." she groans between twitchy pants. "louder, baby.."
"fuckin' shh- ghuud.."
"mhm, 'not gonna be able to walk, fucking you so good~"
you both whisk hot huffs over each other's neck, cheeks suffused in an opaque layer of redness resulting from all the sweat and energy it took. god, she can't keep her eyes off your glistening tits. veiled in the dim light, bouncing from her movements. it's so fucking hot to her.
her cock, so sloppy, slides out and smashes against your clit, riding up between your folds. the sudden tug to your bud jolts you, and ellie giggles, oh so sexily.
"hmmhm, oops." her cresten lips bend into a smirk.
you giggle along as she slaps the faux tip on your folds goofily, right before she grabs it and drives back into your slippery pussy with a hauling buck.
her nasal lines peak through as fashions a stupid grin, "can't help it, babe." she sighs, pleased by the feeling of being in your cunt again. her neck crooks back, auburn locks feathering over her freckled shoulders and let's out the most bellowed groan yet as she snaps her pelvis tightly. fuck, you feel so good 'around her'.
the knot inside you swiftly servers and gushes a heatwave of sparking euphoria that coalesces around your slit, clamping down on her ever-moving length, still pumping you dry.
"fuck! babe! uhhuhhhh.." you cling to her closely and claw at her shoulderblades. the cum released drips from your hole and streams down onto the bedsheets, not without a bit of blood to boot.
"ghhn.. agh!" ellie buries her cock deep inside till the tip kisses your cervix, wallowing in the intense orgasm stinging her clit that made her eyes breach to the back of her head. her own slick dribbles down her inner thighs, staining her knees. staining the bed with you.
fucking gold star pussy.
the vibration of her mewling groan tickles your skin as her face collapses, biting her lip harshly against your collarbone. the expansion of her back doused in sweat looks as if blessed with a honey bath, illuminating golden in pure sex elation. your skin brushes up against each other, nearly melting at the sheer heat radiating from the both of you.
"uhhh.." groaned ellie, the life sucked out of her. she may have just died, to be honest.
your vision is lush with stars hopping on the ceiling, whole body beating in red exhaustion.
"damn it, ellie.." you chuckle in bone-tired huffs.
"what?" her fatigued face perks from your neck, brows still furrowed.
you crane your face nearer, "how are you.." gulp. "so good?"
pfft. her tired face brightens up. cute cinnamon freckles hiking up with her cheeks.
"cause' I love you." cheesy as hell, chest still heaving.
"pshh."
"what?"
"u're such a dork."
"shut up.." her eyes wrinkle up as she smiles, gravitating her lips to your chest slowly and bestowing small, loving pecks.
you relish the simple kisses she puckered onto your heat-seeped skin, retaining silence for a few moments before realizing something, "wait, fuck."
"huh?" ellie's wet lips drag on your skin as you shuffle, leaving a trail.
you weasel her weight off your body as your torso rises, pupils darting to the blotch of deep ruby red painting the pearly sheet under you. ellie follows, kneeling with splayed thighs between your knees, back hunching mildly. damn, her bed head looks crazy. basically a rusty red nest atop her head.
your voice squeaks a bit, "sorry, i got blood, on the-"
she instantly presses her thumb over the plump of your lips, locking the rest of your words away, "n'no- don't be sorry, not ur' fault.."
such a heartening tone fuzzed up the space between your temples, creaking a little smirk from your lips.
"mm- we should.. clean up, at least?" you twiddle your legs together, slithering them over ellie's spread ones.
her knuckles flex as she sinks her large grasp into your thighs, leaning into you, "together?"
"together."
"sounds good, babe, c'mere." her arms lunge forward and sloth around you, tugging you with ease onto her lap, evoking a soft smack when her hand plants on your hips.
"eek, ellie!"
"mhmmprhh.." her balmy face wedges into your sternum, face cuddled by the tender feel of your boobs, exhales lacing in warm clouds on your skin. "s'pretty.. so sommphft.." she muffles.
"really?"
she indulges several kisses to them, of course, "you'll let me-" smooch smack, "do this again," another smooch, "right?"
"yeah, uh-huh." you massage the top of her scalp, fingernails combing out the clusters of tiny tangles in her hair. she hums, contented.
"good. love ya, babe."
you guys definitely did something extra in the bathtub, too. don't lie. ୨୧
stuffing your panties in sub!ellie’s mouth when she’s being a lil too whiny,,, and seeing her cheeks go flushed and her eyes go glossy because even the smallest taste of you turns her into a needy mess,,, yea
