summary - dom!ellie x dom!reader, no plot, they’re literally fighting for dominance
warnings - all consensual! slapping, choking, wrestling, degrading
authors note - i’m so sorry this is filthy as fuck i need to go bathe in holy water, as always requests are open 🪽✨
and oh how that instant regret hit as soon as your tattooed girlfriend slammed you up against the wall, photos trembling against the plaster as she wastes no time thrusting her tongue into your mouth.
how sloppy and disheveled you both already are, her grinning against your lips as you desperately flail your wrists away from where she has them pinned against the wall. so you use the one thing you know makes ellie soft.
trailing your sentence off, ellie loosens her grip on you, sighing breathlessly. quickly, you take this perfect opportunity to escape her clutch, and yank at that perfect auburn hair of hers, bringing her gaze to you.
“you’re mine tonight, angel.”
she leers, as your confidence flounders.
all of the sudden, she throws you onto the bed, straddling your waist and restraining your wrists above your head with her muscular arm.
“can’t help it baby…y’jus look so pretty like this…” ellie coos, swiping her calloused finger under your chin as she latches her warm mouth to one of your pebbled nipples. lip quivering, you scan the room to find anything to free you from her grasp. it’s starting to seem like you have one option left - fight.
using all your strength, you manage to push ellie off you, as she gasps and laughs in surprise.
“ohhhh, that’s what you want, hm?” she chuckles, wiping her mouth as you pant, noticing the damp patch pooling in your panties.
suddenly she lunges at you, attempting to wrestle your way back into submission. as your thigh grazes her core though, she stops for a moment, allowing you to grab her by her throat. the poor things clawing at you, panting for your touch. just as you’re about to reward her pretty pussy…
ellie harshly strikes you across the cheek.
you touch the heated area, breathlessly soothing it down.
“oh, i’m-i’m sorry if that was too far, we can-uhm-we can stop if y-“
the girl silently obeys you, eyeing as you peel your clothing off as well. she settles back on the bed, awaiting your instruction.
quickly, you throw her leg over your shoulder, and guide her hand to your throat yet again. your hand also finds solace at her throat, both of you squeezing lightly.
the squelching of your heated clits kneading together is downright sinful, your wetness blending together, dripping all down your thighs. looking up at ellie, her pretty eyes rolled into the back of her head, you can’t help but gush even more at the sight. how fucked out she already looks, small red marks appearing on her pale neck around the perimeter of your fingers.
“you’re a fuckin whore.” she spits, smirking proudly to herself. “look at yourself…all dripping because i fuckin hit you…”
“y’know how fucked up that is? that you’re so soaked from that? you really are a slut aren’t you….” she ponders, scanning your eyes for an answer.
“c-could say the same about you….” you sigh, pleasure buzzing through your veins.
“m’…..m’s close….” she gurgles, as you tighten the grip on her neck, pressing the tempo of your strokes impossibly faster, her clit throbbing against yours.
with one final stroke, your high comes as well, band snapping in your stomach. the last you feel before blacking out being ellie’s tender touch guiding you to the pillow.
“so how the fuck are we supposed to pick who does aftercare?”
“uhhh….” she starts giggling. “rock paper scissor?”
“it’s rock paper scissors el….oh jesus you little freak!”
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