delinquent!ellie williams x preppyfem!reader
summary: in which being ellie's girlfriend causes some issues.
warnings: kissing, top!ellie, bottom!reader, daddy kink (mentions once), use of strap/clit stimulation (r!recieving), use of alcohol, physical fight/arguments, descriptions of injuries, men being weird and harassing r! (let me know if i miss any more necessary warnings ty baes)
contains smut!!!! minors, those under 18, do not interact/read this fanfic. 18+ only.
a/n: our fave delinquent joins us once again! ur welcome <3 as always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!
1:47pm - ellie <3: babe where are u? its been 10 mins and im starving.
1:49pm - you: sorry el ill only be a few minutes more! meeting got a lil busy 🥲
pressing send, you lock your phone and turn it down, not wanting to get any more distracted. you lift your head up and try to listen to the student-body president speaking about whatever current affairs were going on in campus, but you just couldn’t focus, your mind drifting to your short-tempered, green-eyed girlfriend.
it’s been almost a week since that night, the night you and ellie confessed your feelings to each other and it ending up with her devouring your pussy like an apple pie. you cross your legs, attempting to suppress the forming arousal.
you’ve both been indulging in the ‘honeymoon’ stage of your relationship. relishing in the passion and lust you both share, constantly having your hands on each other and never being apart for too long. it’s been paradise, to say the least.
“—that concludes it for this week, everyone! meeting dismissed!” snapping out of your thoughts, you get up from your seat, packing up your bag and putting away your laptop. hearing your name being called, you turn and see cat, the president.
“what’s up, cat?” slinging your bag on your shoulder, you turn towards her.
“so, apparently word on the street is that you’re dating ellie williams now? is that true?” her question catches you off guard. you weren’t aware that people were talking about you and ellie. was it really that weird? you didn’t think so.
“yeah, so?” you snap, a little irritated by her sudden question.
“nothing! don’t get me wrong, i’m happy for you and all, but—” cat pauses.
“but just be careful, okay? she’s trouble.” cat gives you a sympathetic smile and pats your shoulder, before leaving you alone.
that ticked you off. who the hell did she think she was? to ‘warn’ you like that? she didn’t know anything. no one knew anything about what you and ellie shared.
rushing out of the building, you felt someone's hand grab you by the arm, “who the fu—”
“woah there, tiger. relax. it’s just me, baby,” your eyes meet ellie’s and your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in for a much-needed hug.
“am i glad to see you,” you breathe out. ellie lets out a laugh and kisses your cheek, pulling away from you and searching your face.
“you okay, babe? you look pissed.”
you hesitate to answer her, and you end up shaking your head, “it’s nothing, el. now c’mon, lets go get food before i actually explode.”
you drag her to the dining hall before she could protest, not wanting to worry her with your interaction with cat. if you made it known what cat said, she’d be raging, and you didn’t wanna cause any issues. besides, you had it all under control.
you and your girlfriend made it to the dining hall in no time, as it was a brief and brisk walk from the extracurriculars building.
“i’ll get us food. you find us a table, yeah?” you nod and she retreats toward the hot-food bar.
finding an empty table near the windows, you put your stuff down and take a seat. releasing a deep breath, in hopes of calming your nerves.
you couldn’t help but wonder what people were saying or thinking when they saw you and ellie together. usually, you wouldn’t care what people thought of you, knowing their opinions of you only reflected their internal issues instead. but, you didn’t want people talking about ellie.
yeah, sure, ellie did have a reputation around campus, but that was different. you wished you could just hide her away, protecting her from the vultures who wanted to prey on her.
“they were serving some pasta with garlic bread babe, so got you that instead,” ellie plopped the tray down, “and i got you that sparkling water shit you liked, la-something.”
“oh, whatever,” she said, a dorky smile on her face.
“thanks, baby, ‘preciate it!” you opened the styrofoam box and dug in.
you and ellie made small talk, discussing things that were going on throughout the day. you talked to her about the organic chemistry test you passed today and the dad jokes professor peterson made, which she compared to joel’s. ellie talked about a project she has for her mechanical engineering class, and how she was invited to a party that she probably wasn’t gonna go to.
laughing at a stupid joke she made, your eyes pick up on a familiar classmate staring at you and ellie. they lean into someone else, whispering something in their ear and the other person turns to look at both of you.
seeing red, you stood up from your seat, “can i help you?!” you yell at them, causing them to flinch and scurry away from the dining hall. everyone else stared at you in shock, the hall filling with unpleasant silence.
“c’mon, el. i wanna leave,” you pick up your bag, putting it on your shoulder. you pick up the trash and toss it in the landfill, hurrying out of the dining hall with ellie catching up to you, calling your name.
the frigid air hits you in the face as you both make it outside.
with annoyance written all over your face, you keep walking.
your feet never slow down.
you hear ellie curse under her breath, and suddenly her hand grabs onto your arm, spinning you around to face her.
“what the fuck was that back there?” she asks, her brows furrowing in worry.
you close your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, before opening your eyes again, “earlier today cat asked me if we were together ‘cause she heard it going around campus,” you bite your lip anxiously before continuing, “of course, i said yes, and then she tells me ‘be careful, ellie is trouble’.”
you laugh, “like who does she think she is? to say that to me? about you?” you shake your head, “and then i got all in my head about what people thought about us and seeing those people stare at us in the dining hall— it made me mad, so i yelled at them.”
you didn’t say anything else, instead you watched for her reaction, preparing yourself for the worst.
“you’re not mad?” you ask, completely puzzled by her unexpected response.
“why would i be, princess? seems like you handled your shit,” she says, flashing an award-winning smile, “actually, i’m a little proud. you were feisty. i like it.”
blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you break eye contact away from her, getting shy.
“yea, well i’m not gonna let anyone mess with what we have,” you let out begrudgingly, “and i’m still mad about what cat said.”
you stick your bottom lip out, pouting. ellie leans over and kisses your pout, then ruffles the top of your hair, forcing you to smack her hand away.
“don’t dwell on it too much, sweet girl. ‘kay?” ellie reassures, “cat and everyone else can think whatever they want. what matters is that we’re together, yeah?”
you nod, and she leans down, pressing a kiss on your lips.
wrapping her arm around your shoulder, you both continue walking.
“how ‘bout we do something fun tonight? get your mind off things?” she suggests, squeezing your shoulder.
“how does a party sound?”
“so, whose party is it again?”
“dunno, some friend of jesse’s and ellie’s. but you know how these parties go, the host never knows half the people who show up,” dina responds, brushing her dark hair with a paddlebrush.
“i see,” you reply, focused on gluing down the false eyelash on your eye. once you finally get it, you give yourself a look of satisfaction, feeling confident. you check the time on your phone, your eyes widening.
“ellie and jesse will be here in any second, dina,” you warn, “are you ready?”
standing up, you slip on your black boots over your socks and check your outfit in the mirror — a little black dress with long-sleeves and boots. a classic.
“hey! open up!” you hear ellie’s impatient voice, followed by pounding on the door. sighing, you unlock the door, swing it open and are greeted by the face of your girlfriend.
“did you really have to knock that loud?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. ellie completely disregards your attitude as she’s busy looking you over, drinking in how fucking stunning you look.
ellie’s mind is consumed by thoughts of abandoning any plans of going to a party and bending you over your bed, with you crying out her name as she’s working on your sweet pus-
“ellie? hello?” you wave your hand over her face, her eyes glazed over as she appears in deep thought.
“huh? sorry, you just look—” she swallows, “—gorgeous.”
flushing red, you look down, getting all shy once again.
“thanks. you look amazing too, els,” you compliment her, your eyes combing over her. her hair is in its usual half-up half-down, and she’s in a button-up flannel with a white undershirt and dark jeans. her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, revealing the tattoo that you love so much.
“not as good as you though,” she smirks, her arms encircling your waist and pulling you into a hug as she presses a kiss to your cheek. her hands trail down from your waist to your hips and stop at your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“you look so fucking sexy, i just wanna take you here right now,” she whispers in your ear, before pulling away from you and greeting dina, leaving you hot and flustered.
exiting your room, you walk down the hall, hand in hand with ellie.
“where’s jesse?” dina asks, walking beside you.
“downstairs in the car. dickhead didn’t wanna come outside ‘cus apparently it’s too cold,” the three of you laugh, following ellie as she leads you both to the curb. from a distance, you can see jesse in the driver's seat of his car.
approaching his vehicle, ellie knocks on the window. as the car unlocks, dina gets in the passenger seat and ellie opens the door to the back, letting you in first and piling in behind you.
the drive to the party was fun, with jesse’s spotify playing music to hype up the mood. the car was filled with laughter and jokes, everybody swapping stories about this and that. you took this opportunity to force ellie to take pictures with you; you took some cute selfies, some silly ones with you both doing weird faces, and a sweet one, with you smiling as ellie kisses your cheek.
jesse’s car pulled up to the block of the house, parking his car a few houses down from the party. the house was alive and booming, with music being heard all the way down the street and people piling in and out.
entering the house, ellie took your hand in hers, not wanting you to get lost in the sea of people. the four of you end up in the kitchen of the home, where there weren’t too many people crowding around and where the music wasn’t as loud. there were numerous bowls filled with chips and snacks, and red solo cups located next to bottles and bottles of different types of liquor.
“baby, jesse and i are gonna find our friend. i’ll be back with a drink for you, okay?” you nod, “call me if you need me.”
ellie and jesse depart, leaving you to your thoughts with dina at your side. dina was already sipping on a drink, bumping her head to the music.
“you know,” dina begins, “i really like you and ellie together. think you guys make a good match.”
“yea, she needs someone like you, someone to keep her grounded and in check. you need someone like her, someone to remind you to loosen up every once in a while,” your cheeks heat up, and you laugh nervously.
“thanks, dina. that means a lot to me, especially knowing you’re like, one of her best friends.” she smiles at you, “of course. i’m relieved she finally had the guts to tell you how she felt. was beginning to think she was never gonna do it.”
her response made you wonder how long ellie had feelings for you, and you began to put 2 and 2 together. it clicked in your head why ellie acted the way she acted before, she wanted your attention.
shortly after, ellie and jesse reappear next to you.
ellie holds up a red cup, offering it to you, “it’s vodka and soda, actually, it’s like ½ a shot of vodka and a whole can of sprite.”
you smile graciously and take the cup from her, taking a sip and cringing from the aftertaste of the alcohol, evoking a laugh from your girlfriend.
“there’s barely any alcohol in there, how can you still taste it?” she sputters.
“you already know i don’t drink alcohol at all. m’not that used to the taste,” you respond, “but it’s still good, so i’ll keep it.”
she shakes her head at you, turning her head to all the sweaty, dancing strangers.
“wanna dance with me?” ellie smirks, just wanting an excuse to feel your body pressed up against hers, possibly rubbing your ass against her crotch but that’s not the point.
liquid courage in your veins, you nod eagerly. holding up a finger, you chug the cup and slam it on the counter, feeling a tiny bit tipsy. is the room spinning?
ellie chuckles and takes your hand, maneuvering you through the horde of people dancing around you. the song ‘promiscuous’ by nelly furtado blasts through the speakers. the warmth of ellie’s presence radiates behind you, her hands on your waist, you both begin to move your bodies to the rhythm of the music.
“you look so beautiful tonight. have i told you that yet?” she murmurs in your ear, swaying your bodies to the beat of the music.
“mm, only like a million times on the way here,” you giggle, feeling a little loopy from the drink.
being close to ellie feels heavenly, her breath fanning the back of your neck, the scent of her cedar perfume wafting in your nose, and her hands roaming all over your figure. you grind your ass against her, taking her hands and leading them toward your hips.
the song comes to a close and ellie interlaces your fingers with hers, leading you to a clear spot in the room.
“i gotta piss, i’ll be back. wait for me here, ‘kay?” she disappears into the crowd and you lean against the wall, people-watching.
dread fills you as you meet eyes with jacob anderson and see him head your way.
“didn’t think i’d ever see you at a party,” he greets, taking a sip out of his cup.
“first time for everything,” you say bluntly, trying to ignore him in hopes that he’ll leave you alone.
“parties aren’t really your scene, though. you never wanted to come with me when i asked,” jacob complained. you narrow your eyes at him. how did you ever get with a guy as annoying as him?
“jacob, why are you really here?”
“to party, like everyone else.”
an arrogant smirk forms on jacob’s face, “you just never called me back. wanted to know why you ghosted me.”
“i don’t owe you an explanation for anything. we weren’t in a relationship, jacob,” you were fed up with him and you were sick of looking at his face. you restrained the temptation to smack that dumb baseball cap off his head.
attempting to get away from him, you walk away, but a firm grip on your waist inhibits you from doing so.
“get off me, jacob!” you spit with venom in your voice.
he doesn’t let go, “we used to have something good. come back to my dorm with me.”
before you can respond, jacob is suddenly shoved onto the floor, his drink splashing all over him.
“get your filthy fucking hands off her,” ellie appears by your side, protectively putting her arm around you. jacob’s eyes trail over you both, and he pauses for a second, the realization hitting him.
“this is who you ditch me for? ellie fucking williams?” he lets out a laugh, “how cliché. the princess and the bad girl together.” he gets up, brushing dirt off his clothes.
“yea, yea, we actually don’t really give a fuck, so you can take your leave”, ellie snaps, an irritated expression on her face, “before i beat your ass.”
this isn’t going to end well.
he lets out another chortle, “wow, how impressive. think just ‘cause your uncle is the dean, you can just make whatever threats you want?” he gets closer to her, “i’ll have you know, my dad is a lawyer and i will sue you for everything you have if you lay a hand on me again.”
ellie rolls her eyes, “okay, we get it, you can’t fight.”
“says the girl who gets her uncle and daddy to bail her out of shit every time.”
“whatever, asshole,” she retorts, “just don’t touch my girlfriend, don’t look at my girlfriend, don’t breathe around my girlfriend—as a matter of fact, don’t even fucking think about my girlfriend.”
“don’t have to worry ‘bout me, williams. your little girlfriend will have her fun with you and then toss you to the side like all the other guys,” he chuckles, “she’s known for being passed around.”
ellie immediately lunges and punches him on the mouth, sending him to the ground.
“ellie!” you yell out. rushing over her with dina, you both attempt to pry her off him. ellie’s on top, throwing punch after punch at jacob’s face, while he tries to grab at her neck to get her off him. he manages to flip them over and he’s on her, striking her in the face.
a crowd begins to form around the two, people pulling their phones out to record the fight.
“ellie. please, come on,” you try to persuade her, “he’s not worth it.”
jesse and a couple other guys managed to get jacob off her and hold him back. ellie gets on her feet again to charge at him, but not before you and dina get a grip on her.
“let go of me! i’m not done with this asshole just yet!” you struggle to restrain her.
“is that all you got, williams?” jacob provokes her.
you look up at her, “els, please, let’s go,” you beg.
looking down at you, her green eyes soften and with a heavy sigh, she reluctantly nods.
you take the lead and walk ahead of her, holding her hand as she trails behind you with dina and jesse following shortly after. the sound of jacob’s obnoxious voice heckling you fade away as you all exit out of the house.
the tension was unbearable. ellie’s negative mood spread to everyone else, leaving all of you quiet and with your thoughts. you constantly checked up on her, watching to see if her demeanor would change, but it never did.
“we’ll go back to the dorms?” dina suggests in a light voice, attempting to alleviate the tension.
“just drive me home, jess,” ellie’s face is irritated, “please.”
jesse nods before unlocking his car, the four of you piling in.
the drive was awkward, unlike the previous journey that occurred just an hour before. with the low sound of music filling the car, none of you spoke a word.
ellie was evidently vexed, still annoyed she didn’t manage to get in a few extra punches before jacob was pulled off her. her fists continuously kept balling up and relaxing, the scowl never leaving her face. jesse and dina decided it was best to keep quiet, not wanting to irritate the auburn-haired girl any further.
you weren’t sure what to feel. there were numerous emotions you were feeling at once. a small part of you felt mad at her, knowing that she should’ve never started it in the first place. another part of you felt worried for her; it was hard not to after seeing the purple bruise on her cheek and the wound on the corner of her brow. however, a large part of you felt guilty and partially to blame for, since she started the fight to defend you. you were the reason she got hurt.
jesse pulls up in front of ellie’s house, putting the car in park. she unlocks the car door and gets out without saying anything.
you follow after her, shutting the car door. before you can continue, hear dina call out to you.
“you’re not coming back with me to campus?” she asks, the passenger side window rolled down. you shake your head.
“i’m gonna stay with her tonight. i don’t think she should be alone right now,” you mutter to dina and jesse. watching the brown-haired girl slowly limp towards the front door, your heart squeezes in your chest. you wanted to take her pain away.
“i’ll probably be back in the morning, but i’ll be okay. i’ll be safe.” dina smiles.
“i know,” she says, “if there’s one thing i’m certain of about ellie, is that she’ll make sure you’re safe, especially when you’re with her.”
dina and jesse both bid you goodnight, and you follow behind ellie.
“is joel home?” you ask quietly.
“no,” she answers, “he’s with my uncle tommy right now. probably gonna spend the night over there.”
you nod, following her inside her house after unlocking her door. she locks the door behind you, tossing her house keys in a decorative bowl on a table to the side.
“do you have a first aid kit?”
“yea. upstairs in my bathroom.” her answers are short and to the point, making your stomach churn in anxiety. you’ve never really seen this side of ellie before — the serious, irate version of her.
in silence, she leads the way up to the stairs and towards the door of her room, opening it and switching the light on.
entering ellie’s room was comparable to taking a peek inside her brain.
the walls of her room were a cloudy gray adorned with posters of her favorite bands, artists, and her favorite movies. she had a computer gaming set up, with her engineering textbooks scattered on the desk. her bed was made and clean, with a few pieces of clothing scattered atop the olive green duvet. it was absolutely her space, and a small smile crept on your face, feeling fortunate to be one of the only people she allowed inside here.
there was a door left ajar to the side of her bed, and you can see from where you were standing that it was her bathroom. you rushed inside, flipping the light on and rummaging through her cabinets to see if there was anything you can find to tend to her injuries.
crouching down to open a cabinet beneath the sink, your eyes light up at the sight of a white box with the red words ‘first aid’.
“come over here, els,” you demand, her frame sitting on the edge of her bed, “now, please.”
slowly, she picks herself off the bed and makes her way toward you. hopping up onto the counter of her sink, you open the kit and place it on your lap, her body appearing before you.
dampening a piece of gauze with alcohol, you gently turn her face and begin to clean off the blood. she winces back, hissing softly.
“sorry,” you murmur. the silence between you was deafening, and it was hard to read exactly what the girl in front of you was feeling.
“you know, babe,” you start, “you should’ve never started that fight tonight.”
ellie narrows her eyes at you, “i don’t regret what i did. i’d jab that fucker in the mouth again, i don’t care.”
“but, jacob was just trying to get a rise out of you,” you dab her cut with the gauze, “he’s stupid but— you— you should’ve never punched him.”
she scoffs at you, “you seriously makin’ excuses for him right now?”
fuming more than she was before, she takes her face from your hands, walking back into the bedroom.
you sigh and hop down onto the floor, following after her. “that's not what i’m saying at all—”
“then what are you saying?” her tone aggravated, “‘cause i don’t give a fuck, that asshole deserved it.”
your heart squeezes in your chest looking at the face of the girl you love. even with the deep purple bruise and the small cut, she was still the most ethereal person you’ve ever laid your eyes on.
“god, ellie,” you sigh, “i look at you and— with all the cuts and bruises on your face— i can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”
your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip begins to wobble, sniffling, tears begin to stream down your face.
“you got hurt because of me, els,” you weep, “i never, ever want you getting hurt. especially because of me.”
ellie’s entire demeanor softens. she rushes over to you, cupping your face in her hands.
“baby, this is nothing. just a couple of scratches,” she coos, “i’m okay. i promise.”
“i would never put myself in harm's way. promise.” ellie looks at you with adoration in her eyes.
taking a seat on her bed, she drags your frame towards hers, sitting you down on her lap. her hands rub on the exposed skin of your thighs, occasionally stroking the flesh underneath the hem of your dress sending shivers up your spine.
“i’m not good with this shit, opening up and all that,” ellie mutters, “but, i want you to know that i would do anything for you.”
one of her hands comes up to your face, brushing away a stray hair and tucking it behind your ear, “anything.”
“you just make me feel, i don’t know, like i’m invincible or some shit,” she laughs, “and just being with you and being lucky enough to call you mine, i just— always want to protect you. you’re this fucking amazing, unreal person and i just want to make sure nothing ever happens to you.”
you didn’t know if your heart was going to give out in your chest. you’d never imagine you’d be here, with ellie williams, her heart out in the open for you to keep and hold onto forever. it made you melt, knowing you had this person who was willing to go to great lengths to make sure you were okay.
wrapping your arms around her neck, you lean in to press your lips against hers.
“i love you, ellie williams,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against hers. a smile forms on her face, a hint of pink shading over her freckles. ellie’s heart exploded, she never thought she’d be in this position either, with the girl of her dreams telling her she loves her.
“i love you, pretty girl,” she leans in, kissing you once more. it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t dominating or controlling. the kiss was slow and savoring almost as if she never wanted it to end.
your lips parted slightly, her tongue taking the opportunity to explore your mouth, the slight taste of alcohol still present.
her hands took their time roaming your hips and ass, kneading and squeezing the soft, plump skin. pulling you on top of her to straddle her, the steady kiss swiftly turned intense. your mouths never separated, tongues fighting for control, evoking a muffled moan from ellie.
the sound of her moan was enough to arouse you, and you took this chance to push her back onto the plush fabric of her comforter. your lips parted from hers, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her jaw down to her neck. the faint notes of cedar and sandalwood on her skin were enough to drive you to insanity.
your hands played with the hem of her shirt, and she lifted herself off the bed a bit to pull it off, leaving her in a black sports bra. your mouth continued making marks on her neck, scattering them all over her chest, eliciting a groan of pleasure from ellie.
“fuck, baby,” she breathes out.
you sit up on top of her, taking a moment to look over the girl beneath you. all red and flushed, covered with marks you created— reminding her that she was yours.
“you look sexy as fuck on top of me right now, baby, goddamn,” she looks up at you in admiration, her hands roaming all over your body, going from the curves of your hips up to the hills of your breast. her burning touch against your body added to the ache building in your panties.
“i want you, els,” you tell her, lifting your dress off and tossing it to the side of her bed, “i want you, now.”
her eyes darken with lust, “yes, ma’am.”
she sits up, taking hold of your body to make sure you don’t fall, and flips you both over, with her taking the position on top of you. her hands make their way down to your panties, pushing them to the side and sliding her finger between your lips, covering them in your slick wetness.
“this all for me?” she smirks, she brings up her finger towards her lips, sucking them clean.
you nod pathetically, feeling all small and malleable underneath her, but you knew this is where you wanted to be. where you belonged.
“take those off and wait here. i got just the thing for a spoiled girl like you,” ellie crawls off you and retreats into her closet. you peel your panties off, putting them to the side and laying back down on the bed. ellie comes back out and your eyes widen when you see what she’s wearing.
“on all fours and ass up, baby,” she commands, and you oblige. turning around on your stomach, arching your back so your ass is curved upwards. you can feel the slight chill of the air hitting your exposed pussy.
“you look so fucking good for me,” ellie’s hands bring your body closer, scooching you to the edge of the bed where she’s standing. she grabs the base of her strap, teasing your slit with the tip, inciting a whine from you.
“please, what?” using the tip of the strap, she toys with the entrance of your pussy. slowly sliding it in between the lips, before completely pulling it out.
“please, fuck me, ellie.”
“happy to, princess,” she pushes the strap deep inside you, eliciting a high-pitched moan from your lips. the strap fills you up completely and god, does it feel good.
ellie’s hands go to hold onto your hips as she begins to slowly thrust inside you, the curve of the strap rubbing deep against your pussy. she lets out a moan, the pressure, and friction of the strap rubbing against her clit in pure ecstasy.
the rhythm of the thrusts begins to pick up the pace, letting out a mixture of moans from you and ellie.
“oh my god, it feels so good,” you breathe out, drowning in the euphoric feeling of her strap hitting deep inside.
“yeah?” ellie questions, “my cock feel good inside you, sweet girl?”
“yes—” you let out a whimper, “feels s’good inside me. i love your cock, ellie.” your voice was incoherent, intoxicated by the feeling of her strap sliding in and out of you, painting it a thick white.
her hand wraps around the front of your neck, lifting your torso up off the bed with your back close against her body, her strap still keeping a rough and fast flow. the newfound angle drawing out yet another loud moan from you.
with her hand still wrapped around your neck, she brings her lips to your ear, “you love my cock, baby? yeah? you love when i fuck you like this?”
“yes,” you choke out, “i love your cock. i love— i love you.”
ellie’s pace quickens, her need to make you finish driving her even further, “i fucking love you.”
her wrapped hand around your neck moves to your hair, gripping on it firmly as she pushes your head back into the mattress, returning you to your original position.
ellie keeps her hold on your hair, pressing the side of your face onto the bed as she fucks you stupid. this feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, pain mixed with pleasure. the average, vanilla sex you were used to couldn’t measure to what ellie was delivering. rough and nasty passion, sending you into a place of bliss.
“i—” you hiccup, unable to speak words. her strap rubbing against the walls of your pussy nearly sent you over the edge, feeling like you could pass out.
“hm, baby?” she mocks, “fucking you so good you can’t even think?”
you let out a meek whine in response, “good. love it when you’re like this. so fucking pathetic.”
that familiar feeling of your orgasm bubbling begins to appear in your stomach, “oh my god, ellie—” you cry out, “about— to cum.”
she doesn’t say anything, but instead keeps her pace consistent. the grip on your hair tightens, letting you know she’s about to finish as well.
“fuck,” she curses, “cum— cum for me, angel.” ellie’s hand reaches down to your tender clit, rubbing it in slow circles. that was it.
her strap hitting your spot combined with the synchronized circles on your clit sent you to heaven. you cried out to her, your pussy oozing a shiny white all over her strap, leaking down your thighs.
“that’s it, baby,” she coaxes you out of your orgasm, “i got you. daddy’s got you.”
ellie pulls out of you, and your trembling legs send you collapsing on her bed. you turn and lay on your back, your chest heaving up and down, all exhausted and lightheaded.
a warm, damp towel cleans you up. ellie goes ahead and begins to help you put on a plain, black sleep shirt, putting your arms through the holes.
“you can have this one,” she refers to her shirt, “looks cute on you.”
“y’sure?” you ask, your eyes meeting hers as she appears at your side, still in her sports bra.
“course. you’re my girl. what’s mine is yours.”
you smile at her, and she gives you a gentle smile back, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling the covers over your bodies.
you turn over on your side and her arm wraps around your waist, your back pressing into her.
“you know, i’m still kinda mad at you,” you murmur. she lets out a laugh and you can hear her smile.
“yeah, i know. but you won’t be in the morning.”
ellie presses a soft kiss into your shoulder, “let’s get some sleep, baby, yeah?”
“m’kay,” you mutter, “i love you, els.”
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