I’m not that big of a fan of body hair, but, still start salivating when that scene of Remmick of the porch comes on and you can see his armpit hair when he’s begging and crying to be let in and I’m not even weird
“i ain’t lettin you in no more, remmick.”your voice barely holds. arms crossed. jaw set. like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “can’t keep doin whatever this is with you.”
remmick leans on the doorframe, arms loose at his sides, head tilted just enough to look sweet. innocent. “you say that every time.”
“cause i mean it.” you said as simply as ever but you knew he could read you like a damn children’s book.
he hums low. slow smile curling at his lips.
“what if i fuck you real nice this time?” he says, voice like honey poured slow. “sweet n’ slow. how you like it. kiss every inch of you. let you sit on my face? hm?”
you blink. heart kicks. throat tight. “you think that’s gonna work on me?”
he shrugs. doesn’t even bother looking guilty. “i hope so?” he licks his bottom lip, eyes dragging over you like he already knows how this ends.
“c’mon, sugar. let me in.”
your hand’s still on the door. you should close it. really you should. don’t give in.
The pineapple air freshener is my favorite kind—well, this is me, but if you have time....do you want the house tour?
synopsis: "Do you want the house tour?" You finally get to do 73 questions with Vogue's Joe Sabia after reaching a new height in your acting career. You also finally get to give cameraman! Ellie a house tour of the third floor.
content warnings: Joe Sabia from Vogue mention, swearing, The Substance mention (if you got grossed out by the movie), LESBIAN SEX, face-riding, face-humping, tongue-humping(? idk), BRIEFEST mention of overstimulation. NOT PROOFREAD
b's note: I started this a MONTH ago. University life has made me her bitch against which is😓but on the other hand, it's okay bc it gives me inspo for fics and I get to work for my uni's radio station again! so without furthermore, please enjoy this Ellie one-shot!!
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“Do you want the house tour?"
“Yeah, we'd love a house tour of your home, please!” Joe Sabia said, giving you a smile.
“Of course, I've wanted to do 73 questions with Vogue since forever! “ You shared with a laugh, leading Joe and the filming crew to the opening living room. The cameraman following you two a bit closer.
“So, y/n, this year you're nominated for ‘Best Actress in a Leading role’, what does that feel like?" Joe asked, waving his hand for Ellie to move closer and capture a better angle of you and him.
She shuffled around, keeping her knees bent as she looked through the lenses. Ellie's right eye was squinting repeatedly as she tried keeping the camera focused with all the movement.
“It's so crazy, I never thought I would get this far, let alone own a home by 25. Which is a whole story for another day.” You whispered, acting like the admission of it was life-changing.
“Your work on The Substance was incredible, I was literally gagged.” Ellie watched you laugh with her boss, your smile through the camera was so infectious. Almost sweet, like you were originally made from candy and then came alive to bless the world.
“You're gonna make me blush, Joe! Can I get you and your crew some water? It's a long drive to get here from Vogue.”
One by one, you handed the filming crew glasses full of iced water. When you got to Ellie, she was already staring at you. Her eyes focused on you through a large mirror in the kitchen backslash.
“Sorry, we ran out of glasses—I hope a mug is okay with you?” Oh, you really were just like candy.
“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Ellie offered with a laugh, ears burning as you playfully winked at her —the smell of your luxury perfume invaded her nose.
“Really? Sometimes I feel like we're such a host for not having enough glasses—”
“Y/n, We need to keep you on schedule.” Your presumed agent interrupted, giving Ellie a judgemental lookover as she grabbed you by the arm and waved for an assistant to fix your hair again.
“Oh, nice to meet you—!” You whispered to Ellie with a nervous laugh. Your own face betraying you as you blushed with embarrassment.The giggles you shared with your agent echoed in the kitchen as you walked away.
For the next two hours, Ellie's boss asked you questions about your acting career and how you managed to survive your newfound stardom from The Substance.
Ellie learned some new interesting stuff about you too. Like what your favorite color was and how you only wear Gucci Jasmine for special occasions, like a first date.
She thought you were sweet.
Especially when you laughed at all of Joe's crappy questions, and made him feel like the only person in the room. Even though there was Ellie and a film crew behind him.
“Thanks for having us, y/n. You really do have such a vibrant home. “ Ellie overheard Joe, rolling her eyes at his buttercup-suckup demeanor that he did with every celebrity at the end of 73 questions.
“Of course, Joe. You and your crew were wonderful.” You admitted, sparing a glance at Ellie’s backside. God, please let her be into women.
Joe's phone rang and he excused himself from you with a smile, waving goodbye as he stepped out and left the door wide open.
You tapped Ellie on the shoulder with a nervous smile, looking around to make sure your agent, Regina, wasn’t in the room.
“Hey, what’s your name?” It wasn’t just curiosity that killed the femme in you, but also revived it. And Ellie was one big handsome curiosity that your brain couldn't wait to satisfy.
Ellie looked around before pointing at herself, just to make sure. Which rewarded her with a genuine laugh from you, and a reassuring nod that was accompanied by a smile. “Yeah, I’m talking to you.”
“Oh–”Fuck, Joe was gonna kill Ellie if she upset you. “–I’m Ellie, Ellie Williams. I work for Joe, mainly.” Ellie watched your smile get bigger as she went on, not sure if she said something funny that made her get a smile from you, or if you were just the happiest person on earth.
“Well, hi Ellie, I’m Y/n—I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner...with me.” Ellie’s eyes almost bulged out of her head.
You, as in THE y/n l/n wanted to get dinner with her?
As in Ellie ‘that never has enough money for her own weed and has to steal from Jesse’ Williams?
There was no fucking way.
“Oh–I’m sorry, I just assumed you were into women and—”
“ I am–I am into women.” She stopped your apology, her hand going for your own to reassure you before you could go into a rant on how she didn’t have to accept your stupid apology.
“oh—”
“I just assumed you were the one that wasn't into women since y’know—” you raised an eyebrow, right hand resting on your hip with a fierce demeanor. “—you're an actress who plays ditzy characters?” Ellie finished with a high voice, nervous from your demeanor.
You gasped, placing a hand over your heart and acting hurt. “How dare you? Elle Woods is more than just a dumb blonde—well, in my heart she is.”
Ellie laughed, rubbing the back of her neck with a smile on her face. You were oddly more human and funny than she expected—especially from the interviews she watched the week before.
Joe has everybody research the celebrity they're filming a week prior so they don't look like idiots and fuck up.
“—So what do you say about dinner, Ellie?” You brought Ellie out of her thoughts. Looking at her with expectant eyes as you kept a smile and played with your hands out of nervousness.
“Yeah, definitely, dinner with you sounds great—amazing, actually.” Ellie accepted your offer with a nervous smile, face hot from being asked out.
Usually, Ellie was the one doing the ‘asking out’ part and it never ended in a good way. She always got stood up or rejected immediately.
Your eyes lit up with excitement at Ellie’s words. “Let me get your phone number—Can somebody get me a notepad? And a pen, please!” The assistant from earlier scrambled to take her earpiece out, “No problem, Ms. Y/n”, and ran off to find a notepad.
Ellie laughed, putting her back to the wall as she watched you wait expectantly for a notepad and pen. Your left hand already out as you maintained eye contact with her. “What’s so funny, Ellie Williams?”
Ellie whistled, raising an eyebrow. “Nothing’s funny, except how that poor girl ran off like her life was at stake.” She was entertained by the way people acted around you.
You smiled, rolling your eyes at her commentary. “Please, I’m not a bitch—it’s Regina that you have to worry about. She treats them like they’re at a bootcamp, but she’s nice, I promise–” The assistant came back, face red and panting like a dog as she placed the notepad and pen in your hand. “Here you go, Ms. Y/n.”
“Thank you, Gretchen. You can go home since we’re done here.” Gretchen smiled and nodded at your words, quietly thanking you and Ellie before walking away.
“So, what was your phone number again?”
“I thought the other place was yours?” Ellie asked, confused by the sudden change of scenery when meeting at your real house.
“No, it's a shoot location that Regina rents for home interviews, she says it's to avoid any stalkers.” You murmur, face grim at the thought of having a stalker.
“Oh, that's smart of her.” Ellie agreed, looking around the cozy apartment that was littered with framed photos of you and your family.
“Yeah, she really looks out for me. Sorry that we're not at a big fancy restaurant—I wanted it to be.. real—or like...genuine? Does that make sense?”
Ellie followed you into the dining room, it was almost Mediterranean-like, terracotta floors lining the conjoined kitchen and a mosaic backslash that spread throughout the room and into the entryway arch. It felt lived-in and not like the bleak-lifeless kitchen from the shooting location.
Ellie furrowed her eyebrows, confused on why you were apologizing.“Don't apologize, I know what you mean, it's like—. “
She stopped, trying to make better sense of her words before continuing. “—You want to make it special, like your perfume.”
You turned back, eyes soft at how she remembered that fact about your perfume. “Yeah, exactly like that. I’m–I'm wearing it right now, actually.”
oh.
oh, that makes Ellie feel special, way more special than she originally did when you asked her out for dinner earlier.
“Oh, that's why you smell really good. “ Ellie acknowledged, feeling her cheeks grow warm at the thought of admitting that out loud.
A warmth stirred in your chest as you turned around. Trying to focus on not burning the lasagna, you couldn't help but smile at Ellie's words anyway.
“I—I made lasagna, I hope that's okay with you, Ellie? “ You faltered, putting on pink oven mitts.
“That smells so good, I'm not even lying to you. “ Ellie told you, moving forward to lean on the counter and move out of your way.
“You can thank Pinterest for that.” You whispered with a laugh, shuffling towards the table and setting the pink ceramic dish onto the table.
Ellie's laughter mixed with the sound of your own, eyes shut as she imagined you spilling Dr. Pepper all over Sofia Coppola.
A gentle pout formed on your lips as you watched her tear up over your embarrassing moment. ”Stop, it’s not even that funny—Sofia was literally in a white shirt too."
Ellie's lips stretched into a thin smile, feeling loose from the cherry wine you had corked for the two of you. “C’mon, it's a little funny” she teased, downing the rest of her wine.
You giggled, a smile ghosting over your own lips. “Whatever, it's not like when you basically told Joel that you were a massive lesbian. “ Ellie cringed, squeezing her eyes shut again.
“Oh my god—I already regret telling you that, it was just a stupid prank I was pulling with Catherine—”
“–yeah where Joel called her your girlfriend and you went bright red like a tomato. “
A slow, flirtatious smile crawled on Ellie’s face, eyes focusing on you with a gentle look. “Yeah and ten years later, I'm totally a ladies man. “
“Right—because me asking you out for dinner, was Ellie ‘the ladies man’ Williams asking me out.. “.
“Yup, glad we got that cleared up.” Ellie chirped, leaning back in the dining chair with her arms behind her head.
“Totally, Ellie.” You sing-songed, bringing your glass to your lips, hiding your charmed smile behind it.
“Ellie, you don't have to help me clean up—stop, you're my guest.” You added, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Ellie collect the dirty plates.
Ellie hummed, pivoting towards the kitchen sink. Converse thudding against the terracotta-lined floor. “I know, but it felt rude not to—you did all the hard work. “
You lifted yourself up on the counter, shoulders slumped and tired from the day. You couldn't help it either, Ellie made you feel warm, like a hot summer night under the stars.
It was a nice feeling.
A feeling you haven't felt in a really long time.
The silence crept in between the two of you. You watched Ellie wash the dirty plates, and Ellie watched you watch her. Slowly, the cogs turned and Ellie finished washing the dishes, still staring at you as she dried her hands off.
She got closer.
Like there was gravitational force that was pulling her towards you. A pull that neither of you could control, but didn't want to stop either.
“I—Thank you for... inviting me—” Ellie started, eyes flitting from your face to anywhere else in the kitchen, heat building up in her cheeks.
You interrupted, “–of course, I wanted to.”
Ellie was sweet, and you found her attractive in every way possible.
Her freckles looked like the starry night, and her Auburn hair reminded you of a sunset in the west-coast, near the ocean shoreline. Why would you not want to invite her? Ellie was perfect.
So your gaze lingered on her, eyes stuck on her lips as you went on in your head. Your hand stretched out to hers, begging her to close the space between you two.
Ellie was hesitant, her chest feeling heavy as she inched closer to your lips.
Her lips were rough, almost like sandpaper, but still pillowy against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of her breath, your own nose tickling the edge of her cupid's bow. She tasted like the cherry wine from earlier, expensive and bitter. It suited her so much better, unlike anything else you could've imagined.
Warmth spread across Ellie's face, sparks igniting in her brain as she pressed deeper against you. The smell of her cologne was subtle, but it oozed confidence and you could tell by the way her hand was grabbing your face.
The palm of Ellie’s hand was holding the back of your neck as she pulled you closer, sliding you off the counter and forcing you to wrap your arms and legs around her, as she moved you to the couch in your living room.
“Just hol’ on for me, baby." Ellie whispered around your lips, pulling away from you before diving back in. A string of saliva connecting the two of you.
The smell of your perfume flooded Ellie’s senses—heat, sweat, and the Gucci Jasmine that made you smell terrifyingly sweet. Ellie moaned into your pussy, her tongue lapped at it greedily, almost so desperate that it felt like you were the only thing keeping her from starving out, or worse.
The sounds you made had her going faster. Every moan and swear that stuttered was fuel to Ellie. It encouraged her, made her work harder, making sure that her only (possible) chance to eat you out was perfect—even if it made her short of breath.
Ellie was not gonna leave you dissatisfied, she couldn't—wouldn’t fuck this up.
You grinded down on Ellie’s face recklessly, chasing her tongue to forcefully use it for your own pleasure—an act that drove Ellie crazy. It made her already dizzy mind spin with how greedy you were being—if you wanted something, you were going to get it.
You moaned, twisting your fingers into Ellie's hair. “Fuck, Ellie—you're so good at this. I wanna–fuck–I'm so close, els."
Ellie moaned in response, her hands clinging tighter to your hips as she let you chase your own orgasm and ride it out. She let you rut harder along her tongue, chin, and nose. Whatever you wanted from her, Ellie was gonna give it to you. She was helpless when it came to you, even if she had only known you for a couple hours at this point
You started to tremble, your hips were jerking erratically, your hands grabbed at the arm of the couch for balance. Ellie was dazed, the sight of you being ruined by her was nearly enough to make her cum on her own.
Your face was entirely red, flustered-like—and your lips were parted for air. The hair behind your shoulder was tussled into a knotted mess from earlier.
The sight was heavenly to her.
There was nothing in the world that could compete even close to the sight of you post-orgasm.
“That was so fucking hot.”
You choked, wincing at the overstimulation of her breath hitting your clit.
cw: nasty smut duhh, not proofread (i made this in july and im only now uploading it)
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his breath quickens with every touch as she glides her hand down to the lower part of his body, rubbing him through his pants.
"stop teasing me." he whispers out impatiently,
"hm? you cant wait any longer??" she says mockingly as she grinds the palm of her hand against the crotch of his pants, sending waves through his aching core, in response he starts riding her hand trying to feel more.
"pleaseee..." he looks up at her with pleading eyes, growing more aroused. she looks down at him and pulls his pants down, the only thing covering him now is his boxers, and theyre soaked.
"oh? you’re so hard for me, and i haven't even started yet."
she pulls at the waistband of his boxers and slides them down, cool air hitting his cock and he shivers. she wraps her fingers around him his precum almost like lube. she starts at a slow pace, rotating her hand with each pump.
he lets out a whimper. "can you speed up? please?" he asks with a whiny tone. "aw you want me to do it faster?" she teases and speeds up, wet noises filling the room.
he arches his back and throws his head back with a moan, the feeling taking over his body. "ah! fuck, more mommy" he begs. she leans down over his lower half and takes his dick into her mouth, and begins sucking and licking at it, hand still in motion on him. he lets out a gasp and grabs her hair, trying to stay steady, he grinds his hips up into her face roughly, needy for more
"fuck.. more,, please" he says between moans and whines. her nose rubbing against his pubic bone. "you taste and feel so good baby, your doing so well for me." she says quietly, her voice vibrating against him. her free hand rubbing his thigh, nails scratching at his skin leaving red marks. his legs shake and she speeds up her thrusts, face still filled.
"ah! baby, please, dont stop dont stop" he says over and over, so obviously fucked out of his mind by this point. her grip tightening on his thigh, nails digging into his skin. his eyes roll back as he reaches climax, nonsense coming out of his mouth.
"g'na cum... i need to cum.." her head bobbing faster and hand getting rougher. "yea? my sweet boy needs to cum?" soon after, he reaches climax and cums in her mouth and down the sides onto her hand. gagging, she finishes and swallows.
"you came so much, just for me?" she exclaims jokingly. licking his cum off her hand and fingers she leans in close to his face and opens his mouth, she spits into his mouth, her saliva mixed with his cum, she kisses him and swirls the wetness between both of their mouths.
"you did so good for me didn't you? you’re such a good boy." she says, her hand dragging across the side of his face. he looks at her and nods, whimpering out a weak response like a puppy.
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hi guys i am so sorry i havent been active,,,, im never on here anymore and i apologize, ill make up for it trust.
kinktober day 2 ~ virginity loss w/ daisuke (mouthwashing)
cw: smut OBVIOUSLY, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it chat), first time, not proofread, lowercase intended
you have been dating daisuke for 6 months, and you’re the happiest you have ever been. he treats you well, he’s very affectionate, among many other things. he’s just as happy as you are, its like you guys are meant for each other.
you guys have had heated makeouts but never actually had sex yet, its not that you both don’t want to its really just both of you are too scared to initiate.
you’re cuddled against him on the couch, as you scroll through your phone he holds you and looks over your shoulder, curious and watching.
“you know i love you right?” he says, lips grazing your ear as he plants a kiss on your cheek.
“mhmmm i know baby, i love you more.” you lean your head back and smile at him. “can i ask you something then?” daisuke looks away for a split second, a shy expression plastered across his face.
“anything. go for it.” you close your phone and lay it face down on your thigh. “could we.. uhm,, yknow.. have sex?” you feel his heart beat faster.
sitting up you turn to him and look into his deep brown eyes. “i.. i mean yea, only if you want to though.” you say as you grab his hand and rub the top of it with your thumb.
“well i asked, of course i want to.” he replies in a sarcastic tone. you laugh and pull yourself up on top of him. “hey don’t be such a smartass.” leaning your forehead against his you peck him on the lips.
you place a hand on the back of his head and scratch it, you take lead and kiss him more, lips pressing harshly against his. he wraps his arms around you and leans forward laying you on the couch, he slides your shorts off leaving you in underwear, he begins taking off his sweats.
“do you have a condom?” you question him. “i don’t,, is that okay? i dont want to go in raw if you don’t want me to.” he asks in a caring way.
“daisuke, i just want you. i don’t care if you don’t have a condom, just make sure you pull out in time.”
“y..yea of course baby,,” he puts two fingers against your underwear feeling a slightly wet spot. he rubs his fingers up and down slowly stimulating you.
“holy shit you’re already wet?” his eyes widen slightly as he looks at you. “you can’t blame me, you’re so handsome, and im quite literally in love with you.” you respond.
daisuke smiles and hooks his fingers around your panties pulling them down, the cool air hits you and you shiver. he runs his fingers against your slit, inserting his middle and index finger into you slow, he curls them upwards elicting a moan from you.
“just like that, you got it ‘suke.” your voice shaky. “you feel warm, so warm..” he states as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. curling his fingers into that spongy spot deep inside.
he continues fingering you, your legs quivering. he speeds up and you feel that knot in your stomach.
“oh f..fuck i think im gonna cum” you grab hold of his wrist and your breathing gets heavier. "already? a..am I really that good?" he stutters and keeps the pace, hoping to make you cum on his fingers.
you drag out a whine and release on his fingers, he takes them out and wipes them against your inner thigh. "are you sure you still wanna... he rests his hands on your hips
"yes daisuke, im sure.. and i trust you." you consent and he pulls his boxers down, his cock springing out and tip almost hitting his lower stomach. already erect and dripping with precum he lines up with you and pushes in cautiously, making sure not to go too fast and hurt you.
you inhale and he buries himself deep inside. he rocks his hips back and forth. “jesus, your so tight around me.” your core sucking him in and fluttering around his dick.
“it feels s’good ‘suke..” you quiver and arch your back slightly. “can you go faster? please?” you look up at him and wrap your arms around his neck, his hair covering his forehead and eyes partially he nods and picks up the pace, speeding up each thrust.
“fuckfuckfuck i love you i..i love you so much.” he buries his face in your shoulder and pounds into you
“i love you more, keep going you’re doing great.” you say between moans. feeling his climax, daisuke is harsher and faster, but still being careful with you.
“mhh,,, i can’t hold it anymore can i cum inside? pleasepleaseplease” he whines and snaps his hips into yours. “yes handsome you can cum inside,, lets cum together.” your second orgasm getting closer.
with a few more thrusts daisuke moans into the side of your neck. “baby im cumming oh god oh god” he slams into you one final time and thick ropes of his fluid fill you. not long after you cum for the second time, both of your juices mixing and dripping down your thighs.
daisuke falls on top of you, placing your hands at each side of your body you sit up against the arm of the couch and cuddle up with your boyfriend, grabbing a blanket covering both of your half naked bodies.
“shouldn’t we clean up?” he says concerned. “in a bit, i just wanna lay here with you for now though”
you hold daisuke there, both of you ecstatic about your first time.
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a/n: i didnt necessarily rush this, but i worked on it pretty quick so i could drop today,, ALSO MY LAST FIC DID GREAT IM SO PROUD AGGHHHH
cw: smut, dryhumping (obviously), cumming thru pants, praise, smoking, rarely any plot, NOT PROOFREAD!!!, lowercase intended.
you and your girlfriend we’re sitting in bed leaned against the headboard, smoking a bowl. she lights it and inhales, the weed glowing a bright red as she takes a hit, smoke exits her nostrils and lips as she exhales. you, already high, take the bowl and copy her movements, taking a big breath in of the drug. coughing, you set the bowl down.
“woah baby are you okay?” she asks as she pats your back. “yeah, shit that was just a really strong hit i took.” you say while clearing your throat, you look at her with low glossy eyes, smiling slightly.
“what is there something on my face??” she asks sarcastically. “no not at all, you’re just.. beautiful is all.” you lean in closer.
“thats all you pretty girl.” she puts your face in her hand and rubs circles on your cheek with her thumb.
your faces are now inches apart, you can feel eachothers breath, breaking the tension you kiss her lightly, but as you’re about to pull away she returns the favor and kisses you back deeper.
the kiss continues and gets sloppier by the second, ellie pulls you onto her lap, you push your tongue into her mouth with force and she does the same. your tongues fighting for dominance now, she grinds upwards into your crotch making you let out a small groan. she leans up against the headboard and you rub your clothed core against her own slowly.
“awe,, aren’t you just desperate?” she mocks. she wraps her arms around you pulling you down onto her even more, she gyrates her hips into you. trying to get off you grind down onto her, stimulating your clit and you feel yourself getting wetter.
“mhhh keep going, please.” you hide your face in her neck and mumble. ellie listens and humps you faster, little moans leaving her mouth.
“baby, im gonna cum m g’na cum.. fuckkk you feel so good” she drags her words out and kisses all over the side of your face and neck harshly.
you feel a soaked spot in your pants, soaking into ellies crotch of her jeans. you relax your body and lay into her, breathing heavily and shaking.
she lifts you up off her and rests you on the bed, removing your wet pants.
“now i wanna make you feel good myself.”
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a/n: hi guys i hope this isn’t halfassed,, tehe enjoy. happy kinktober!!
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: ellie is basically a freak (only for you) and interrupts your daily nighttime skincare routine.
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: eating out, minors n men DNI, mature content, vanilla cream usage, cute fluff moments at the start, fem!reader receiving, ellie is just horny, hot massage, veiny hands….
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Ellie Williams is clueless when it comes to skincare.
A simple splash of water is enough for her. But when she started dating you, a woman who would die if she missed a day of her intense routine, she was forced to put on a headband every evening.
It looked ridiculous on her. A pink, thick headband, pulled her wet hair back. You had the same headband on, freshly out of the shower. In your shared bathroom, the huge previously-fogged mirror was perfect for this occasion.
“Alright. First..we start with a cleanser.”
You pulled out a bottle with a clear liquid. Ellie watched in confusion as you push the pump, and the cleanser to go through the nozzle.
“That looks like something else.” Ellie mumbled, chuckling when you shot her a glare. Narrowing your eyes, you gestured to the sink, “Wet your face. You’re going first.” You smirked.
She sighed. Once she washed her face, you beckon her closer. You rubbed your hands together to mix it, and then you gently massaged it onto her face. Ellie closed her eyes.
“Ew. It feels sticky.” She grimaced.
You giggled. “That’s normal.”
When you finished massaging it, you led her to the sink to wash up. She groaned.
“It’s not leaving my face.”
“Keep washing it off.” You rapidly cleansed your face and then rinsed it off with her. It was refreshing. You made sure she didn’t miss any cleanser residue on her jaw.
“Next!” You pulled another bottle. Ellie whined. “I’m already tired.”
You bumped your hip with hers, “This one feels good.”
She raised a brow. A sneaky smirk crept on her face. “In what way?”
You gasped, slapping her arm, quite hard. Ellie yelped from the harsh impact, rubbing the red skin. “Geez, woman.”
Ignoring her comment, you pulled her face close and lathering the toner on her face. It was awfully watery. So once it started leaking down her face, you collected them and patted them on your own face.
Ellie copied your movements, rubbing the toner into her face. She looked adorable. Like a baby trying out her first steps. Then, at the same time, you both washed your faces.
“Done?” Ellie had a hopeful expression. But it crumbled when you shook your head.
“You can skip the serum but..moisturizer is a must!” You added, rushing to grab the bottle.
Ellie groaned, tired, and silently escaped the bathroom when your back was facing her. Once you turned around, about to squeeze the substance out, you paused at the empty space she once stood on.
Taking a deep breath, you huffed, “Ellie!”
You heard a muffled whine from your bedroom. Grabbing the moisturizer, you stormed into the room. In a flash, your eyes widened when you spotted the auburnette.
There she was, in all her glory, laying shirtless on the bed.
She took her shirt off in the little time you had been separated.
Why?
Slowly walking in, you noticed the way she sat up on her elbows, the corner of her lip curving up. “You like it?”
You pretended to frown, “No. You left behind my back.” You sat at the end of the bed, staring at her face and ignoring her bare chest.
She hummed. “Wanna hit?”
Rolling your eyes, you patted her leg and sat up. “I need to finish my routine.”
Ellie stared at you in disbelief, sitting completely up, “Wait— you don’t wanna fuck?”
You walked into the bathroom, ignoring her questions when you popped some eye patches under your eyes. When you entered the room again, she had her shirt back on.
“They look like slugs.” She pointed out, stepping closer to your freshened-up self. In your satin, skimpy nightdress, and a vanilla cream in ur hand, there was no way that was happening. She was still expectantly watching you.
You shook your head, setting your skincare bag on the dresser. “Not tonight. Sorry, babe.”
The devastation on her face was laughable. Her jaw was on the floor, eyes wide and heart broken. You shrugged, sitting down on the bed and showing her the cream in your hand. “Would you like to help me, instead?”
Ellie’s saddened expression quickly curved into a cheeky one. “Sure.”
You sent her a confused gaze, but watched as she kneeled in front of you. This whole scene probably looked too sultry. She took the cream, and dipped her her fingers to collect a good amount.
In between your legs, she gently massaged the cream on your calves. However, as her palms trailed upwards, you could feel her intensify the massage for your thighs. Her long fingers dug into your skin, sending a shiver down your back.
She was doing it on purpose.
You were about to playfully shove her hands off—but Ellie beat you to it and dove right in between your legs.
You let out a shocked moan, back arching at the sensation of her nose digging right against your clit. “Shit—”
She chuckled against your covered folds, her breath tickling you. Your hands roughly yanked her hair. “You…rat!” Ellie’s tongue poked out to lick at your covered clit. You couldn’t suppress the whine that escaped. Heat pooled in your stomach, desire and lust soon taking over your senses.
She kitty-licked through the fabric, and you already felt it dampen from your wetness and her saliva. “You’re such a horny piece of shit—“ You’re cut off by your own hitched breath, hips bucking impatiently against the auburnette’s face.
Veiny hands gripped your squirming thighs. Ellie pulled away. “You wanna ride my face or not?”
A wicked grin spread across her face. She tilted her head to the side, resting on your thigh. You glared down at her. “What if I said no?”
Her smile disappeared, eyes narrowing up at you. “Liar.”
You chuckled. “Get up here before I decide Gossip girl is much more worth it.”
She scoffed, but quickly laid down on the bed. Her lips parted to reveal her tongue already moving in a circular motion.
Ellie was taunting you.
You crawled on top of her until your bottom half rested on her chest. “Don’t be messy.” Her hands grasped your thighs, impatiently squeezing. “Got it. Just hurry up.”
Once your center hovered over her lips, Ellie chuckled. “Fuck yeah.” She pushed your panties to the side and immediately pulled you down to rest on her lips.
At the first swirl of her tongue, you groaned, hands gripping the headboard. She giggled under you, the action causing you to twitch from her breath. Lips parting, you gazed down at the freckled-girl staring up at you. Pure lust. She’s such a freak.
But you loved her for it.
Unexpectedly feeling her slide her tongue through your folds, you jerked, whimpering from the sensation. Grinding against her tongue, as a whining mess, you couldn’t imagine what could’ve been better than this.
“Still want Gossip girl?” Ellie taunted, hands holding your hips up temporary. She grinned when you shook your head, bucking your hips downwards. She hummed.
“That’s what I thought.”
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Okay so Ellie meeting reader at a party and reader is flirting with her the entire time like 2-3 hours at least but Ellie is so oblivious that it’s making reader desperate so she just grabs her face and says “let’s make out” and Ellie is like “ohhhhh okay?” And they get smutty😊
anon this is so true ellie fashion she is the dumbest person alive when it comes to women me thinks..
tw: smut! slight plot but not really, ellie is a loser (per usual) , fingering mwahahah
you’ve been trying EVERYTHING for the past 3 hours. you knew ellie from your science class, the dorky, masc girl who was always wearing some tank top with her backpack filled with dinosaur pins on it. the moment you saw her in all her adorkable glory, you knew you had to have her.
so of course at the sorority rush party of the year, you wear your favorite dress that’s just a lil too short in all the right ways, as you talk to her while she’s leaned against the wall.
“so els..” you touch her shoulder “do you workout? you’re like.. really strong..” you sigh dreamily, pulling out all the stops.
“uh.. well I go on walks and stuff, oh and i play guitar so that probably makes my arms strong heh.” she says casually with a soft smile, like the most oblivious person alive.
this continues for HOURS. so long that you’re starting to doubt she even likes women.
30 minutes later she’s in the middle of some rant about minecraft physics or something, when you shut her up with a soft kiss, gently holding her face in your hands.
when you pull away, she looks at you with a dazed look in her eyes. “oh.. oh..” she says, a look of realization of your previous actions, before she flushes a deep red. “i uhm.. heh.. so you like lil ol me?” she giggles nervously, trying to be charming but failing (in the most adorable way)
you giggle, “yeah, i do.. now shut up and let me make you cum.” you say bluntly, as her face turns a even deeper read but she obliges.
your hands are deep in her pizza printed boxers later, rubbing lil circles on her tiny clit as she whimpers, “mphff.. goddd you’re way too p..pretty for me,. fuck!”
you speed up the pace, a other finger pumping in and out of her tight, unused hole as she squeaks and whines, her green eyes rolling back
she cums with a loud squeal of your name, before sighing after you pull your hand out, licking your fingers and fixing her jeans
“so uhm.. you.. you got a crush on me? that’s cool.. hehe..” she giggles
