── stream sniped
a one-shot about streamer!ellie falling for a random influencer who wants nothing to do with her (except she actually does).
content: streamer!ellie x influencer!reader, modern au, strangers to lovers, ellie's down bad, so is reader you’re just better at hiding it, twitch chat/discord sever/titkok comment antics (that were a bitch to write ngl), MDNI 18+, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (e!receiving), there's like a splash of meta during the smut that made me giggle when deciding to include it, reader described as having a clit
word count: 5.6k
author's note: so this is where i reveal myself as having quite a bit of knowledge about streaming/gaming/chronic online-ness in general. also, does this count as loser!ellie? am i part of the gang?! anyways, i hope you enjoy!
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: we're soooooo back 😤 !discord !drops
“alright, alright,” ellie muttered, dragging a hand down her face as she leaned toward her second monitor. “let’s do today’s discord submissions. i’ve been skipping out on them because you guys have been fucking weird lately, so... don’t make me regret this.”
her camera’s a little off-center—she obviously just rolled out of bed, the unmade sheets still visibly rumpled in the background, and her hair's clearly unbrushed beyond probably a haphazard comb through with her fingers.
ghostpeekr: !!!!!!!! tryqt: BE NICE ELLIE elliesdischarge: i just sent a pic of my cat meow for her rn whiffytiffany: is she playing with chat members for fortnite tonight???? elliethrows4me: dude make your bed.
ellie sighed, already regretting everything. “i never make my bed, you guys know this by now” she grumbled, clicking into her discord anyway. the #stream-submissions channel lit up immediately. “alright. what are we working with today…”
she scrolled through hundreds of chats, stopping at the ones with the most reactions. first up was a photo of someone’s dog.
she squinted. “this is your… dog?” it’s a tiny, wet-looking chihuahua wrapped in a blanket like a human baby.
“that’s—okay, listen, i’m sure she’s very sweet. but she looks like kind of like a maggot? why the fuck are her eyes doing that.”
lootsluttt: LMFAOOOO v4nitymirror: SHE’S MY BABY ellieclips: you’re the maggot-looking one actually. princessp3ach: UR GOING TO HELL
she kept scrolling.
“okay, next up—dinner pic. we’ve got noodles, veggies… chicken? that’s chicken, right?” she tilted her head. “yeah, okay. this looks gas. eight out of ten. presentation is questionable, but i’d eat it.”
nerfventure: W DINNER flick_n_trick: it’s pad thai dumbass ecam96: NOT U CALLING IT UGLY NotElliesAlt: u’d eat anything tho
ellie glanced at chat and snorted. “okay, but i’m a growing girl, i’ve got a big appetite!”
elliesdischarge: i got something you can eat message deleted by a moderator. dusty_diamond: RATE MY SETUP PLSSSS I JUST POSTED IT sandydunez: okay so where’s the growing part tho?
next post. it was a tiktok.
she paused. “okay, wait. is this gonna get me banned like the last time?”
the video started playing anyway. one of those dramatic thirst edits. saweetie’s my type blasted in the background, and a slideshow began: a list titled in giant capital letters:
“THE HOTTEST WOMEN ON THE PLANET — RANKED.”
ellie raised a brow. “mmmkay. hot women, my specialty. let’s see who made the cut.”
#5 was some instagram model. she nodded approvingly. “valid…”
#4 was a streamer she knew—kind of annoying in real life. she wrinkled her nose. “mid. there’s better streamers out there, you know. ones that might be on your screen. like…right now. i dunno, just saying.”
#3 was that girl from a CW show that everyone insisted was underrated.
#2 was a picture of asami from nickolodeon’s the legend of korra.
she looked at the camera. “okay, but, like…deadass, why am i not on here? this one’s not even a real person?”
leilaniiii: GIRL BE FR nonbinarybullets: 💀💀💀 elliesyumyum: ur like top 17 at best tima0911: not everything is about you smelly.
she flipped off the camera, a grin tugging at her mouth. “you guys have no taste.”
and then—#1.
the music swelled. the tiktok cut to a clip of you.
it was casual, not even a thirst trap—just you in a tank top and sweats, talking to your chat, laughing at something off screen. it was one of those clips where someone was effortlessly attractive without trying, and ellie immediately leaned closer to her screen.
she blinked. “who even is that?”
whiffytiffany: NO WAY mikuirl: THAT’S MOTHER maybemaddie: HER @ IS pastaluvrrr NotElliesAlt: ELLIE BE SERIOUS
ellie’s brows pulled together, genuinely confused. “i’ve literally never seen her in my life. also her user is literally pasta lover. i’m supposed to be impressed?”
usuallylurkin: L + RATIO + SHE'S HOTTER THAN U ellieclips: ur username is smellie btw paine_45: she's like famous famous slaystation_: SHE’S SO GFFFF
she waved a dismissive hand and clicked off the video.
“never heard of her,” she muttered, already loading up fortnite. “anyways. queueing up squads. if you stream snipe and don’t let me win, you’re getting banned.”
it took approximately four hours.
four hours between ellie squinting at your face on stream and someone from her chat catching her lurking in your comment section.
the tiktok in question wasn’t even that serious. you’d filmed yourself in your bathroom mirror, hair half up, wearing one of those off-the-shoulder baggy t-shirts, mouthing along to some audio.
and right there, in the comments section, was ellie’s account:
@ smellie: “wait she’s kinda bad tho”
of course, one of her viewers immediately took a screenshot before ellie even had the chance to delete it. not that she would’ve. but still.
by midnight, the screenshot had already gone viral.
a photo post popped up on for you pages everywhere, featuring a zoomed-in screenshot of the comment with saweetie playing again in the background (naturally). the caption read:
“i think ellie figured out who she was.”
it had 70k likes within the hour.
and, of course—you reposted it.
the comments on the post immediately flooded with:
“OMG SHE REPOSTED” “not ellie switching up so fast” “ellie back up SHE’S MINE”
meanwhile, ellie’s discord exploded.
#general was moving so fast, the mods were genuinely worried:
smelly mod #7: sooooo @ smellie we saw the tiktok 😭
within minutes, ellie herself was typing.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: GUYS chill out omg smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: you’re literally blowing my street cred smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: also there was NOTHING wrong with what i said. she’s fine asf. i was simply making an observation
naturally, no one let her breathe.
ashieee: street cred????? wizard bupple: what streets u live in wyoming cuh ellie's gf #real #actually: remember when u didn’t know or care who she was
ellie attempted damage control.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: okay FIRST OF ALL, wyoming can get scrappy. i have plenty of cred. smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: and SECOND OF ALL. y’all clipped me out of context smelly mod #2: you literally said “who even is that” allyson.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱: in 4k babe. we got u in 4k
at some point, she just gave up.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: i hate all of you smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: ok but if someone made very hot, sexy romantical edits of us tg i’d probably hate you a little less smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: #otp?! 🥺
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: new drop just landed. ur welcome 😎 tiktok.com/smellie
it was… a thirst trap.
or her version of one, which meant it was shot in her kitchen with bad lighting and camera half-tilted, lip-syncing to some dumb audio while wearing a backwards hat.
before her regulars could even start roasting her for it, someone had already forwarded the message from #announcements to #general with a reply:
pastalover: nobody’s watching ts 🤣
the server went feral.
laffey ʚɞ: HELLO???? marisol (she/they): EXCUSE ME??? ellie's shift key: you mean to tell me she has been here the whole time??? smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: YOU’RE IN HERE??????
ellie immediately direct messaged you.
smellie: you’ve been lurking like a freak smellie: you didn’t even say hi smellie: and THAT’S what you break the silence with??? pastalover: be grateful i even watched it enough to know it was cringe
and then, a day later, you went live.
a rare event. your streams weren’t regular—more like when you were bored and felt cute. your overlay was minimal. just chat, a little corner cam, and non-copyrighted lofi in the background.
you were doing a get ready with me stream, mid-eyeliner, when you glanced over at chat and smirked.
"yes, i saw ellie’s most recent tiktok. yes, i wish i hadn’t.” you said, voice lazy with disinterest. “she’s, like, obsessed with me.”
topnoodle44: MY OLD MARRIED COUPLE 🥰 0ping: BE SERIOUS ellieuseslightmode: ellie’s gonna faint altaccnumber26: she’s in chat rn btw iclutchforpastalover: she’s BEEN in chat
you paused.
“oh.” you looked at the camera with a raised brow. “she’s here? figures.”
ellie’s username popped up in chat two seconds later.
smellie: looking so good bestie 😳 smellie: drop the lip combo smellie: or come here and kiss me so i can try it on smellie: wait who said that-
you rolled your eyes. “i use a revlon lip liner in the shade mauve and then the elf lip oil in the shade jam session. not that these words would mean anything to you.”
smellie: blah blah blah. proper name, place name, backstory stuff.
you scoffed. “you’re unserious.”
mikuirl: just admit you kinda like her flirting maybemaddie: WAIT I LOVE THE ELF LIP OILS WE’RE SO TWINNINGGGG NotElliesAlt: ellie barely remembers chapstick LMAO chousey203: i can’t tell if you curve her bc you hate her or bc you like her
“actually, i’m doing a public service. her ego needs balance.”
smellie: my ego’s doing fine. it’s my heart that’s in danger.
laughing, you leaned into the camera. “see? she’s like… weirdly committed to the bit.”
smellie: this isn’t a bit 🧍♂️
you stared at the chat, deadpan. “sooo, yeah. back to the tutorial. mods, can someone time ellie out for 300 seconds.”
smellie: WTF message deleted by a moderator.
the entire interaction was timestamped, clipped, and in about 15 different tiktoks within minutes.
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: carrying @ pastaluvrrr in fortnite
“okay,” ellie said confidently, leaning so excitedly forward into her mic her voice came out slightly fuzzy and bass-boosted, “fortnite is all about communication. precision. teamwork. and—most importantly—aura. follow my lead, you’ll be fine.”
“don’t you literally die first in every match?” you replied, sipping your drink without looking at the screen.
ellie scoffed. “i—okay, first of all, that’s slander. second of all, my KD ratio is… hold on…”
there was a pause as she scrambled to look it up.
“…okay, next topic” she mumbled after a beat. “ready up for me.”
ecam96: girl she gagged u elliesdischarge: ur trash but ur hot so it’s fine jmattsz: you’re both gonna get clapped in 2 minutes besosss: SHE SAID FOLLOW HER LEAD 😭
“wait,” you said as you readied up, “how do i do the little dance?”
ellie gasped. “oh my god. you don’t have any emotes.”
“i don’t play this game!”
“yeah, no kidding,” she muttered. “hold on. i’m gonna flex real quick.”
your screen suddenly showed her character cycling through a ridiculous line-up of skins—spider-man, ariana grande, peely in a tuxedo.
“i cannot believe you spend real life money on this shit,” you said flatly.
“hey! some of them are gifted, okay?”
“your chat literally hates you, babe. who is gifting you anything?”
“HEY.”
slaystation_: did i just hear "babe" 👀👀👀 macetotheface: she’s negging her ON STREAM ellieclips: ellie FIGHT BACK.
the game loaded in and she yelled at you to thank the bus driver like you had any idea how to do that or what she even meant. she picked some obscure landing spot and said “trust me” like she hadn’t already proven herself deeply untrustworthy.
you landed. broke open a chest. got a shotgun.
then immediately got shot in the back.
“oh my god,” you groaned. “ellie. help.”
ellie was halfway across the town, looting.
“you’re downed already?! hang on, hang on,” she said. “i’m coming. hey, don’t crawl away—wait.”
her character—bruno mars, she’d finally settled on—stood over you uselessly as the timer for the revive slowly ticked down.
“what are you waiting for, get me!”
“say please.”
“the fuck?”
“say 'pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god, ellie.'”
a beat.
you rolled your eyes, then smirked at the camera, clearing your throat and lilting breathily into your mic, “puhleeease, ellie?”
ellie stopped moving entirely, the tips of her ears going red in her grainy facecam. her character continued to stand there, unmoving.
“hello?” you prompted. “ellie?”
“sorry,” she said quickly, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. “uhhhh.. got distracted by something.”
v4nitymirror: KEEP IT TOGETHER. looten_scooten: ellie.exe has stopped working elliethrows4me: she’s in love ur honor
she revived you with shaking hands and zero cover, getting absolutely lit up right after by a sniper.
“WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SAY THAT IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA DIE?”
“i panicked!!”
you cackled as the enemy finished her off, her reboot card popping up with all her loot (a grey pistol and a fishing pole).
and then—something strange happened.
as you ran to hide behind a tree, fully expecting to die immediately, two other players—clearly stream snipers—ran up to you. instead of killing you, they dropped guns. medkits. ammo. one of them started building a small base around your body like a protective little guard dog.
“ummm,” you said slowly, “are these… fans? what’s happening here”
“what the hell?” ellie said from the death screen. “they literally murdered me and are now… escorting you?”
one of the players' characters emoted and blew a kiss to you.
you laughed so hard you snorted a little. “babe. i think i have a fan club.”
“this is fuckin’ rigged,” ellie muttered. “i die first and you get princess treatment?”
you turned your character in a circle, doing a default dance in return for their affection.
“okay,” she said, “they’re banned. all of them. from chat. for life.”
boostedbytenshi: THEY’RE PROTECTING HER 😭😭😭 ayayayaim: reveal yourselves in chat this is too funny elliebutinallcaps: jealous!ellie i fear sandydunez: actual carrying. ellie could never.
you made it to the top five before your guards were finally overwhelmed and killed. you screamed as you got sniped out of a bush.
“so close,” you groaned, slumping back in your chair.
ellie sounded smug. “see? told you you needed me.”
you raised a brow. “i outlived you by, like, eight minutes.”
“semantics.”
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: IRL OVERCOOKED w/ baeee (pastaluvrrr)
ellie’s kitchen wasn’t exactly equipped for a baking stream. one of the cameras was actually just her laptop with a built-in cam propped up on a couple of books, the $19.99 two-pack of cheap amazon microphones left much to be desired, and someone—ellie—had forgotten to actually buy half the ingredients before you flew in.
nevertheless, the chat was buzzing at the concept of seeing you and ellie actually interacting together, in-person.
“okay,” ellie said, clapping flour-covered hands together despite the recipe not even calling for flour, “welcome to my kitchen. today we’re making… brownies.”
“from a box,” you added.
“from the heart,” she corrected, nudging your hip with hers.
NotElliesAlt: “brownies” is code for sesbian lex isn’t it usuallylurkin: HELLO? THAT HIP BUMP elliesyumyum: when are y’all just gonna make out
you glanced at the recipe on the back of the box and back at the counter.
“you didn’t preheat the oven.”
“i—” ellie looked down. “i forgot.”
“ellie.”
“i got distracted.”
“by what?”
she looked at you. you stared back.
chat was going a mile a minute despite being on slow-mode.
“riiiiight,” you said slowly, turning to grab a mixing bowl like your pulse wasn’t suddenly doing backflips. “anyways. dry ingredients.”
ellie poured in the bagged mix way too fast, a cloud of dust puffing out from the bowl making you both cough.
"careful, ellie."
she laughed, leaning in to read chat, her face taking up half of the camera.
"holy jumpscare, could you get any closer?"
ellieuseslightmode: back up WE'RE SCARED topnoodle44: where are her sweats from theyre so cute :00 elliethrows4me: can we start a prediction on whether or not they'll burn the brownies
she just laughed, her eyes continuing to skim through the messages. "where are the sweats from?" she leaned back, moving to tug on the waistband of the pants you were wearing, "these are actually from my highschool, funny enough."
you pressed your lips together in a thin line, giving her a look. you hadn't exactly planned on letting chat know you were wearing her clothes and they were about to have a field day with the information.
there was a pause. then she cleared her throat, turned back to the camera, and grinned, "and my shorts are from nike!"
"alright. moving on. can we actually bake now?" you opened a cabinet, scanned it. “where are the chocolate chips?”
“should be in the pantry.”
you walked over and gave the pantry a brief glance-over. not there. “can’t find it.”
“lemme help,” ellie said.
she followed you off-camera, into the pantry.
which would’ve been fine.
except you were really close in there. the shelves were shallow, the door was half-closed, and neither of you had thought to flip the switch outside that turned the lightbulb on.
“what are we looking for again?” she asked, a rustle of plastic punctuating her words.
“chocolate chips. i literally said that ten seconds ago.”
you glanced up as she pushed further into the pantry beside you, her shoulder bumping yours. she didn’t move.
“you found them yet?” she asked, not really looking at the shelves anymore.
“no,” you said, quieter than you meant to.
she turned her head. now she was looking at you.
you swallowed. “getting distracted again?”
her lips quirked into a small smile. “yeah.”
you nodded. "me too."
and then she kissed you.
it was sudden—soft and unsurprisingly clumsy, her hand brushing your waist as her other arm bumped into the baking powder and nearly knocked it off the shelf. your back hit the wall with a dull thud as she licked into your mouth.
and your clipped-on microphones were definitely still recording everything.
NotElliesAlt: HELLO??? tima0911: WHAT AM I HEARING RN tryqt: LIPS. ARE. SMACKING. elliesdischarge: holy makeout elliebutinallcaps: THE MICS ARE ON YOU IDIOTS
when you came back into frame, cheeks flushed and mouth definitely more swollen than it had been before, ellie trailed behind you with the chocolate chips in hand and the cockiest little smirk on her face.
you avoided eye contact with the camera.
“soooooo,” you said, voice slightly higher than usual, “we found them!”
“yep,” ellie said casually, “took some digging. but we got there.”
v4nitymirror: TOOK SOME DIGGING IS CRAZY jmattsz: i can't believe i said i'd gift 20 subs when they finally hooked up and it actually happened on stream.
you coughed. “oven’s ready.”
you leaned over the sink, dabbing at the last of your eyeliner smudge with a cotton round. your reflection stared back—cheeks still hot, lips a little too swollen.
behind you, ellie was half-sprawled across the bed, scrolling idly on her phone.
“you always take this long to wash your face?” her voice was soft. teasing, but not unkind.
you met her eyes in the mirror. “yes. i've made multiple tiktoks about my routine. and i know you've watched all of them.”
she laughed and didn’t deny it. just rolled over onto her back, one arm slung behind her head. “will you do some skincare on me?"
you flicked the faucet off and reached for a towel. “what am i, your servant?"
“you’re sleeping in my bed,” she pointed out, lazily. "you ought to be nice to me."
you turned, towel pressed to your chin. “you invited me.”
“i did,” she agreed. the look she gave you was unmistakable—open, fond, a little reverent.
you padded over and tossed the towel onto your overnight bag. the air between you crackled. ellie’s gaze tracked you the entire way.
she scooted over. you climbed in beside her.
there was a pause. your shoulder brushed hers. then, her fingers found your wrist under the covers, a gentle tap like a question.
you turned to face her. “you gonna be annoying if i kiss you again?”
her smile was slow and stupid and something close to relieved. “probably.”
you kissed her anyway.
this one lasted longer. and the next, even longer. not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate. exploratory. like neither of you were in a hurry now that the door had been opened.
her hand found your thigh. your knee nudged between hers.
she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. voice low, barely more than a breath: “i really like you.”
you blinked. something in your chest cracked open.
“yeah?” you whispered.
she nodded, eyes searching yours. “yeah. like… not just for streams or clips or whatever. i mean it.”
you smiled, soft and crooked. “good,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. then to her jaw. “'cause i kinda really like you too," you muttered, continuing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
she let herself sink back into the pillows as you shifted to straddle her, hands coming up to rest on your waist. "t-that's.... that's good. perfect. ideal, honestlaaah fuck—" the grip she had on your hipbones grew tighter as you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.
"you've got such a way with words, smellie."
"fuck off," she breathed out. "don't bring up stream shit when you're in bed with me."
"whatcha gonna do about it?"
she grunted, sliding one of her hands in between both of you to wiggle it underneath your sleep shorts. you gasped, feeling her fingers press up against the wet cotton of your underwear. "that. i'm gonna do that."
you reached down to grip her wrist and re-direct her hand so she was actually touching you beneath the fabric, "well, do a little more."
she groaned, her fingers sliding through the slick that met her there. "fuuuck, that's hot. guiding my hands 'n shit."
you huffed out a laugh that melded into a moan as her fingers fell into a quick pace, tight circles on your clit. "why are you— oh shit justlikethatyeah.." you gulped in a breath before continuing, "why are you fuckin' narrating our hookup right now?"
the angle was a little awkward and she could feel something in her wrist clicking with every swirl of her fingers but she would rather keel over and croak than stop right now.
the pain was irrelevant. especially when you were sitting up slightly to slide your t-shirt up and off and grab desperately at your own tits, manicured thumbs flicking nipples gone taut from the sudden temperature change.
and when you whined out a "fuuuck, ellie!" all tight and wiry and even better than she'd imagined on countless nights alone in that same bed with her hands shoved beneath her boxers, she couldn't help but nuzzle her head clumsily at your chest, nudging your hand away from your right breast with her forehead so she could replace your tugging fingers with her mouth.
your hips jerked forward and the now-free hand latched onto her shoulder for balance as you cried out, her lips pulling and teeth nicking just slightly before she soothed the peak with soft laps of her tongue.
"you like 'em played with, huh?" you could feel the vibration of her mumbling against the flesh of your boob.
"stop fucking talking, ellie. this is sex, not one of those slutty fanfictions people have been writing about us." you punctuated your words with fast firm rolls of your hips, now grinding your puffy clit into her palm as she fucked two long fingers steadily into you.
"yeah, well there's gonna be a whole lot more of those after that little stunt we pulled on stream earlier."
"i thought you said no stream talk in bed— ohhh, oh god. shit— fuck, 'm close."
"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" she was panting, damp puffs of air against your nipple interrupted occasionally by a haphazard suck or nibble. her wrist—aching by now—swiveled as her began to curl her fingers inside of you with purpose, the heel of her hand rubbing firmly against you.
"keep goin'— fuck keep talkin' to me. please don't stop."
"thought you wanted me to shut up? thought you said this wasn't some smutty one-shot, huh?"
the hand gripping her shoulder slid around to the base of her neck. you grabbed purchase on the short hairs there, tugging as she whimpered into you. "ellie if you don't talk me through it right now i sweartogod—"
"alright, alright! i gotcha, baby. cum for me. thaaaaat's it."
a loud moan punched out of you. “shit—fuck— 'm cumming.” your other palm left your own chest to clasp over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sounds and she quickly moved the hand that was urging your twitching hips to grab your wrist and pull it away.
"hey, none of that. talking is encouraged now, remember?
"shut up." you gritted out through a groan, your hips jerking as your teeth caught on your bottom lip.
"alright, nevermind. not encouraged. copy that."
you tugged on her hair again to mash your lips together, effectively silencing her and sagging bonelessly against her as you came down from your high.
when the both of you finally parted, you looked down to see her mouth slack, head tilted back, and eyes so hazy you'd think she was the one who just came.
she blinked blearily up at you. "you're even bossier in bed than you are regularly. it's so sexy."
"if i hadn't told you to shut up so many times already, i would say it again."
she laughed out loud at that and you couldn't help but giggle back.
"how about i shut you up instead, yeah? put that mouth to work?"
you learned very quickly that she tended to be kind of squirmy when she was on the receiving end. it was as if she was unable to sit still in the onslaught of pleasure. honestly, it modeled how she was normally, always kind of twitchy and buzzing with energy.
you knew on future nights, you were going to revel in the experience of holding her down, pinning bucking hips to the mattress or firming your grasp on shaking thighs to keep them spread apart.
tonight, instead, you basked in the push and pull, chasing her with your mouth when she wriggled away and groaning in pleasure when she tugged you closer by your hair.
and when you slipped into a particularly good rhythm, hollowing your cheeks with every perfect pull of her clit into your mouth and lashing your tongue at the swollen nub, her hands scrambled to find purchase on something. anything. your sex-mussed hair, unraveled from the neat up-do you had put it in to prepare for bed. your bare, sweat-damp shoulders. and, finally, the perpetually messy sheets below her.
her left leg kicked out and she dug her heel into the mattress for leverage to thrust her hips up and up and up into you, her lower half rising so high you had to pull her by her bony hipbones back down so you could maintain the suction.
"fuuuh– ah, shit. i think i'm gonna—" she was propped up on her elbows now, fluttering eyes focused on you with a desperate gleam to them.
you worked her over with your mouth earnestly, keeping steady eye contact as she lifted a trembling hand, moving as if she was going to pull your head closer, bury your face even deeper in her.
but then those same eyes rolled back into her skull as she flopped back down, the hand falling to grip the sheets once again.
"fuck'mgonnacumbaby" she garbled out and the sight of her chest arching up made her tits look so pretty under her thin white tank top, you wished you had a free hand to reach up and tweak a nipple.
she let out a high-pitched, whispery whine that petered out into silence.
for a couple seconds, all that could be heard was the slurps as you lapped at her, and the hum of the fans from her pc in the corner of her room.
and then—
muffled groans as the strength of her closing thighs finally broke the grip you had on them and pressed against your ears. she wasn't good at staying still, but, apparently, she was even worse when she came, her body folding in on itself as she jerkily fucked her hips up into the heat of your mouth.
you let her fuck your face, your blunt nails dragging red lines down the sides of her thighs. the slight sting of pain grounded her, helping her ride out the waves and stopping her from getting too overwhelmed in the throes of an orgasm.
pulling your head back slightly, you alternated between soft, sticky kisses to her inner thighs and kitten licks at her entrance, cleaning her up and soothing her at the same time as she caught her breath.
"fuck. c'mere."
trembling hands cupped your face as she weakly tugged you toward her. you let her, shifting to settle into her side and throw a leg over her own. she sighed, wrapping her arm around you, pulling you even closer.
"whaaat?" she whined, craning her neck to glare when she felt you giggle. "why’re you laughin' at me?"
"because i know you’re about to try and convince me to go to sleep without washing my face again. and you know i can’t do that."
she didn’t answer — just flopped her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes tight, fake snoring loudly.
"ellie," you warned.
"can't talk. too busy snoozin'."
"my face is a mess, ellie. my hair too.”
"yeah, well. maybe you should've thought about this before you made me cum so hard i couldn't breathe. i absolutely can not move now, let alone clean up!"
you sighed, pushing yourself up off the bed — or trying to. the arm she had wrapped around you tightened in protest.
“ellie, seriously.”
“you can’t move either! i want you to stay. please? pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god?”
you shot her a glare and she grinned, clearly sensing how flimsy your resolve was.
“just five more minutes. then we’ll get up. wash our faces, brush our teeth. hell, i’ll even floss for you tonight, baby. bought those little sticks you’re always ranting about in those hygiene haul videos and everything.”
you huffed. wiped the back of your hand across the bottom half of your face like it would do anything. huffed again.
“fine. but seriously. five minutes. then we’re going.”
you woke up the next morning with a sticky face, ellie drooling on your collarbone, and your phone nearly buzzing off the nightstand from the amount of notifications you'd received post-stream.
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: eating victory crowns for breakfast 🥱
she was streaming fortnite the next morning, acting like nothing had happened. hoodie up, drawstrings pulled tighter than usual to ensure the hickeys you’d sucked into her skin the night before were thoroughly hidden.
she was focused—well, pretending to be—talking about the latest installment of some comic she was obsessed with while looting in-game and ignoring the onslaught of questions in chat.
elliebutinallcaps: WHERE IS SHE?? NotElliesAlt: so you’re avoiding the MASSIVE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? elliesdischarge: she’s kneeling under the desk, be honest message deleted by moderator macetotheface: she’s prob busy making breakfast in ur hoodie altaccnumber29: blink twice if ur post-nut right now message deleted by moderator
“okay, so—” she was mid-rant when she paused, squinting at the chat. “jesus. y’all are crazy today. can we just play the game?”
messages were flying so fast her eyes couldn’t keep up:
ellieuseslightmode: BRING HER BACKKKKKK ellieclips: we literally heard the makeout. you cannot gaslight us. v4nitymirror: wait did she leave?? is she even still there 😭 maybemaddie: GUYS WHAT IF THEY FOUGHT AFTER. what if it was a drunk kiss and now it’s awkward.
she was sorting through her load-out after an intense fight she nearly lost against a surfer jonesy when it happened:
pastaluvrrr: hiiiii girlfriend 😽
she froze.
the click of her mouse stopped mid-action. the corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to react, but the flush across her face betrayed her instantly.
“oh my god,” she mumbled, shrinking into her hoodie. “why are you like this.”
chat, consequently, blew the fuck up.
elliesyumyum: GIRLFRIEND????? GIRLFRIEND. tima0911: please say this vod will be on youtube. PLEASE. elliethrows4me: NOOOOO SHE TOOK MY BITCH tryqt: not the hard launch via twitch chat LMAOOOO ayayayaim: SOMEONE CLIP THIS ellieclips: OH MY FUCKING GOD???
ellie tilted back in her chair, red spreading all the way down her neck. “i dunno why she’s lurking in chat when she’s literally downstairs,” she muttered, trying (and failing) to sound unbothered.
on cue, soft footsteps padded into the room. then came your voice, faint off-screen:
“i was making a matcha.”
the camera unfocused and refocused as you leaned into frame and planted a wet kiss on her mouth.
no warning. just one hand on her shoulder, the other still holding your drink. it was passionate, unashamed, and unnecessarily long.
“does that answer everyone’s questions?” you asked, eyebrow raised.
ellie blinked at you, dazed. then turned to chat—
only to see her character had died while she was busy making out with you.
“awesome,” she mumbled, cheeks ruddy. “you got me killed. hope you’re proud of yourself.”
jmattsz: holy tomato face mikuirl: THEYRE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM looten_scooten: i just took so many screenshots im out of storage iclutchforpastalover: MAMA Y PAPA
you breezed out of frame again like nothing had even happened. ellie cleared her throat. “okay. uhhhh, alright... so!”
chousey203: any day now…. elliebutinallcaps: SPIT IT OUT GIRL ecam96: 100% just creamed her pants message deleted by a moderator slaystation_: DUDE UR SO RED
“mods please,” she begged, hiding her face in her hands. “put chat in emote only. i’m not doing this.”
topnoodle44: 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 boostedbytenshi: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 usuallylurkin: 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩💓🍑🍆💦 ellieuseslightmode: 😘😘👁️👁️
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