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hi all, i have had a lot of fun writing ellie x reader. i think it has definitely been helping me get better at writing in english (my native language is french.) i really would love to practice more and get better so i opened up submissions :) feel free to send any of your ellie x reader prompts, nsfw or not.

[elliessexygf]

' i had to go into the other room she sent me something and i can't think

about anything else guess it could wait 'til a later date now i'm picturing you and you're

touching yourself ‘

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a/n ⸝⸝ once again wrote this very sleep deprived at 4 am. took me so long cause i would get too shy and had to keep taking tiktok breaks LMAO enjoy.

ellie clenched harshly around her own fingers, her other hand sliding up underneath her (well, your) shirt to play with her perky nipples. the added sensation of rolling her sensitive buds in the pads of her calloused fingers was good, but it wasn’t enough. she whined softly, desperately pumping her ring and middle finger into her soaked cunt as she tried to imagine it was your fingers instead. her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, but as hard as she tries she simply is incapable of  replicating your skilled precision that brings her to tears every time. 

ellie lets out an exhausted sigh, giving up. she’d been at this for who knows how long, unable to make herself cum. she clicks her phone open with a huff, checking the time. it’s so early in the day, and as much as she loves having days off from work she hates being alone for too long. 

the ache in between her legs is difficult for her to ignore. she slides her hand back down, using the same two fingers to gently circle at her throbbing clit. her free hand grabs at your pillow right next to her, covering her entire face with the fabric whilst breathing in your scent. ellie moans into the pillow, grinding herself onto her fingers as she once again tries to imagine you in her place. 

at this moment, an idea pops into ellie’s head. she stops for a second, tossing your pillow aside. without putting much further thought into it, she finds herself with her phone in her free hand. opening the camera app, she angles the phone to show her completely bare, the bottom hem of your shirt between her teeth to keep it pulled up, showing off her cute breasts. hitting record, she brings her free hand back down to pump her fingers into her needy cunt. she lets go of your shirt between her teeth to softly whine, grinding her hips up into her slender fingers.

she’s putting on quite the show. ellie records for a few more seconds before sending it to you, smiling ear to ear. 

you’re at work when you receive the video. it’s not uncommon for ellie to blow your phone up on her days off, so when you received the notification you didn’t think much of it. upon opening up your phone you practically spit your water out. all you saw was the preview and you knew this was one of those messages you had to hide in the bathroom for. 

safe in the confines of the staff bathroom, you open your phone back up to ellie’s video. you can hear the squelching of her fingers pumping into her needy pussy along with her soft moans that are like genuine music to your ears. the way the video is angled you can only see the bottom half of her face, and you watch as she bites her lip and smiles as she fucks herself. you can’t help but also smile, knowing she definitely got a kick out of sending this to you mid-work day and it’s clear in the way she grins in the video. 

she sent another message underneath the initial video:

‘miss u :)’

and that’s all it takes before you’re coming up with a bullshit excuse for your boss to leave work early for the day. you practically speed home, white knuckling the steering wheel as your heart races in anticipation. twenty minutes later, you find ellie in the exact same position she was in when that lovely video was recorded for you. her clit jumps at the sight of you, closing her legs. she had a feeling she got you all worked up, but she actually didn’t expect you to come home so soon. 

“don’t go shy on me now, ellie. show me what you were doing before in the video.” 

ellie’s confidence wavers, suddenly feeling small under your gaze. she hesitantly slides her hand back down between her legs, circling her clit with her calloused fingers. she moans softly, not taking her eyes off of you. her freckled cheeks are flushed a dark shade of pink, biting her lip as she begins to fuck herself thoroughly with her fingers. 

“you really couldn’t go more than four hours without me?” you sit on the edge of your shared bed in front of her, gently running your fingers up her leg which makes her shiver. 

“m-missed you.” she mutters between moans, legs shaking and goosebumps rising as your cold fingers gently stroke up her thigh. 

“you missed me, babe?” you say it in a sweet, yet condescending tone. 

ellie just whines in response, cheeks warming up as she can tell you’re clearly mocking her. you just watch as she fucks herself, her movements growing sloppy as her wrist is starting to wear out.

you can’t take it any more. you only have so much self restraint. especially when it comes to your girlfriend. 

“on all fours.” you simply command, and ellie moves swiftly without any hesitation. she grips at the soft sheets beneath her as if gravity might fail her, trying to ground herself. her back is arched like a cat, her cute cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. she can feel you looming behind her, and it sends a shiver up her spine. you haven’t even touched her yet and she’s shaking like a leaf. 

you gently run your fingers down her back, your touch teasing and light. ellie’s eyes flutter shut, resting her head on her tattooed forearm. your hands gently glide over her bare ass, petting the soft skin. 

“please mommy,” ellie’s voice cracks, going an octave or two higher than her usual speaking voice. her eyes are glossed over, welling up with tears. she’s so desperate for you that she genuinely feels like crying. 

“please what?” you ask harshly, removing your hands from her altogether just to get her worked up. but ellie can’t bring herself to say it. she’s too embarrassed, not entirely used to asking for exactly what she wants when she was usually the one in your shoes in her past relationships. she just whines in response, burying her face in the pillow beneath her. she moans when your fingers grip at her scalp, her entire head pulled back out of the pillow. she shudders as she feels your soft lips graze her ear. 

“i’m not going to ask again, ellie.” 

“please- please fuck me, mommy. please.” she whimpers, breathless as the ache between her legs is growing completely unbearable. you release the grip on her hair and her neck relaxes, looking back at you with pleading eyes. 

“i dunno. i think you’re going to have to work for it.” 

you don’t have to tell her twice. anything to get you to fuck her. 

her eyes never leave you as she crawls toward you standing at the edge of the bed. she remains on her knees as you allow her to remove your skirt, pulling your black lace panties down for you. she’s quick to latch her mouth on your cunt, lapping up your dripping folds as if it were her last meal on death row. 

the sight before you is heavenly. 

ellie remains on all fours, giving you a perfect view of her arched back and cute ass. you grip onto her hair, grinding your hips upward ever so slightly into her mouth. she groans into your soaked cunt, your eyes fluttering shut at the vibration. 

“fuckkkkk ellie. good. good girl. making mommy feel so good.” 

she looks up at you with her cute hooded eyes, making a show of sticking her tongue out and moving her head up and down your slit before shifting the focus back to your puffy clit. it’s a little hard to keep your composure standing up, legs trembling as you feel yourself getting closer. 

you catch a glimpse of ellie sneaking her hand between her legs, getting off on making you feel good. the added vibration of her whining into your cunt is enough to send you over the edge. ellie quickly laps up your creamy release, never taking her eyes off of you for even a second. 

you regain your composure and gently pet ellie’s head as she places soft kisses at your cunt, pleased with herself. 

“did i say you could touch yourself again, ellie?” 

her heart rate picks up, a surge of electricity coursing through her as her tummy flips at your words. she just shakes her head, trembling in anticipation. 

“no. i’m-i’m sorry mommy. i couldn’t help it.” 

“turn around for me.” 

she quickly complies, assuming the position and keeping her back arched for you. she grips at the pillows beneath her, chills running up her spine. her eyes flutter shut as she feels your hands on her ass again, petting the soft skin. 

“dirty girl. making me leave work early just for this. want me to fuck you, hm? you think you’ve earned it?” 

you emphasize your question with several harsh spanks on her ass, smiling to yourself watching the reddening skin jiggle. ellie whines into the soft sheets of your shared bed, white knuckling the fabric. 

“yes! yes yes! please! please, i’ve earned it!” she pants, eyes welling up with tears at the harsh sting on her bottom. her aching cunt throbs, a trickle of her arousal dripping down her thigh. 

“keep begging and i’ll think about it.” you grin ear to ear, continuing on with your harsh spanks as ellie is writhing beneath your hand. she doesn’t even sound like she’s in pain, moaning as if you actually are fucking her. 

“please! please, mommy! please!” she whines, her voice shooting up a few octaves.

“you can do better than that.” 

“please make me feel good, mommy. need you so bad, please!” 

you absolutely adore having her like this. so cute.

ellie pants as you finally give her a breather, looking back at you with tears in her eyes. you grip her hair once more, forcing her head up to be face to face with you.

“pathetic.” 

you harshly let go of the grip on her scalp, climbing onto the bed behind her. you admire your work, ellie’s bottom left a stinging bright shade of red. you place a few soothing kisses on the sensitive skin, trailing down to her dripping cunt. getting into a comfortable position on your knees, your mouth latches onto her sex and ellie nearly screams. she cries out, finally getting the attention from you she so desperately needed. 

her face is buried into the pillows, her moans muffled. she presses her ass more firmly against your mouth, grinding onto your face. the mix of her arousal and your drool leak down the inner sides of her thighs. you pull away for a second, collecting the slick with your fingers and burying them into ellie’s sopping wet cunt. her toes curl as your skilled fingers instantly find her special spot, petting the inside of her rough walls. 

‘fuckkkkkkkk, oh my g- oh fuck-” ellie is just babbling incoherently, legs trembling as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. taking your fingers out, you tease her slit with your tongue once more as you thumb her pulsing clit. you’ve gotten her so worked up it doesn’t take long at all before she cums, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks as she whines loudly. 

you just watch as her trembling frame comes down from the temporary high. you rub her back lovingly before sliding your hand back down to her ass, landing a few harsh slaps once again. 

moving on, you open up your bedside drawer to grab the strap. ellie has a dumb smile on her tear stained face, wiggling her ass side to side as she watches you put the harness on. brat. 

you have ellie lie back onto the soft sheets, your favorite position. stuffing a pillow underneath her hips, she opens her legs invitingly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. she gasps at the feeling of the silicon cock teasing her slit, biting her lips as she softly whines. your soft hands slide up the back of her thighs, smooshing them together and folding her so that she’s nearly kissing her own knees. 

she pants softly, watching you with hooded eyes as you admire the lewd view of her splayed out just for you. she’s nearly crying again as you tease her entrance, only putting the tip in and quickly slipping it out. the sound her dripping cunt makes is like music to your ears, the slick almost popping sound making your head feel fuzzy. 

“please.” she whispers, her lips parted and now swollen from how hard she was biting them earlier. 

“so pretty, els. my pretty girl.” you separate her legs and settle between them, bringing your head down to kiss her lovingly. her legs wrap around your waist, arms wrapped around your neck as she whines into the kiss. you pull back slightly to slowly push the silicon cock into her pulsing cunt, ellie crying out in satisfaction. god, she really needed this. to be filled like this. you bottom out inside of her, not breaking eye contact. she’s crying again, the pure pleasure she’s feeling completely overwhelming her. you grin, wiping her freckled cheeks with your thumb as you begin to move your hips. it was one of those bendable cocks, angled to perfectly hit her special spot with every thrust. 

“my poor baby. you crying? you really needed this, huh?” she just nods desperately, breathless and unable to get a single word out. you pick up the pace, and ellie’s eyes flutter shut as she throws her head back into the pillow. you can see the imprint of the cock moving in her tummy, pressing your hand down. her eyes fly open, her voice cracking as she cries out. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck,” ellie is writhing beneath you, and you can’t help but laugh at how pathetic she looks and sounds. 

“feeling good, babe?” 

“fuck. ye- oh! mommy, that feel- feels so f-fucking good.”

“yeah?” your tone is so condescending, mocking her and mirroring how high pitched her voice is right now. she just nods, letting out broken whimpers. your pace is unforgiving, the headboard slamming against the wall. your neighbors definitely hate you.

 you bring your hand up to wrap around ellie’s sensitive neck, squeezing the sides of her soft skin to anchor yourself as you piston harshly into her. her hands wrap around your wrist, gasping. her slick coats the base of the cock, the creamy substance dripping down onto the sheets. 

she’s close. you can always tell when ellie is about to cum. she’s usually ridiculously loud, but once she feels that familiar warmth flutter in her lower belly she goes quiet. her lips parting into a cute ‘o’ shape, eyes fluttering shut as she puts all her concentration on how good you’re making her feel. she grips at your back, no doubt leaving scratch marks. she lets out the most pathetic cry, voice cracking loudly as her entire body is wracked with her intense orgasm. her toes curl, entire frame trembling. you just watch her in awe, slowing your relentless pace down to savor the moment. her cunt pulses and clenches around the silicon cock, her chest heaving. 

ellie looks up at you with a dumb, satisfied smile on her pretty face. she pulls you down to relax your frame on top of her, skin to skin. you just lay there together for a second, catching your breaths. you pull yourself up slightly and ellie gently grabs your chin, connecting your soft lips together. it’s a sweet, intimate kiss. a stark contrast to how rough you were with her just a moment ago. 

you pull away, ellie’s hand coming up to push your slightly damp, sweaty hair out of your face lovingly. you took that small moment together to regain stamina. the silicon is still buried deep inside of her, and you begin to rock your hips into her once more. slowly, softer this time. you feel her breath on your face as she whimpers, wrapping her arms around your neck. you lean back down, capturing her lips into a searing kiss. it’s sloppy, but sweet. you keep the same, torturous pace. she whines into the kiss, overstimulated. pulling back, you just watch her in awe as she revels in the pure pleasure. 

“good?” 

“mhm, yeah. so fuckin’ good.” she whispers, gripping at your back once again. it doesn’t take long for her to cum once more, tears streaming down the sides of her face. it was sweet. so sweet. you love making your precious girl feel like this. 

she whimpers as you pull out, looking down at the ridiculous mess she made all over your freshly washed bedsheets. 

“go pee, babe. i’ll take care of this.” she nods and slowly gets up, legs trembling as she goes to relieve herself. you quickly remove the sheets and toss them to the side, figuring you’ll take care of that later. you’ve just finished putting a fresh comforter on just as ellie comes back out of the connected bathroom. you lift the blanket just enough for her to climb back in, and you follow after her. 

you have her sitting up, handing her your water bottle and you watch as she chugs the cold liquid, her throat slightly scratchy from all that noise she made earlier. setting the bottle back on the nightstand, she’s quick to latch onto you like a koala. her head rests on your chest, right arm draped across your tummy as your legs tangled together. you rub her back lovingly as the exhaustion threatens to take hold. you can feel her breath tickle your neck, looking down at her slightly. she’s already knocked out, and you just smile to yourself, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.

you sure are happy you ditched work early today. 

(side note the “as if gravity might fail her” line made me curious to look up if that apple fr hit newton on the head and apparently that’s literally a myth. im mad as hell)

[elliessexygf]

finally writing more sub ellie x reader #lockedin

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pouty princess. <3

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[elliessexygf]

' new crush, high school love again 

the rush of slumber party kissing 

don’t touch, i’d never cross that line 

so i pushed you down a million times '

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𝑎/𝑛 ⸝⸝ i wrote this sleep deprived at like 4-5 am. i have also never written smut in my entire life but someone on here said we need more sub ellie and i woke up to post for the first time in over a year to deliver. you’re welcome. im not so good at writing in english either since its not my first language. i know for a fact i did not write the dialogue correctly and use proper grammar and punctuation but any mistakes ive made are between me and god. enjoy!

You and Ellie were the kind of friends where you could just talk about everything and nothing. Your conversations always flowed so smoothly you were able to move from topic to topic without even realizing it. So you’re not quite sure how you’ve landed on this topic in particular. 

“I mean, I’d like to think I’m pretty good. No complaints yet.” you say, mindlessly messing with a loose thread on your pillowcase. 

“Well, maybe they’ve just been too scared to tell you that you suck.” Ellie teases, a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches you roll your eyes at her response. 

“Shut up.” You shove her lightly, pretty offended even though you can tell she’s just messing with you. 

“I’m just saying, have you ever asked if you’re any good?”

“No! I can’t just ask someone if I’m a good kisser or not. That’s too, I dunno, desperate.” 

“Well then I guess you’ll never know. You’ll continue to terrorize people with your terrible kissing.”

“Okay then, asshole. You think you’re an expert or something?” Ellie can practically see the steam coming out of your ears as you grow more annoyed with her, and a part of her finds it amusing. 

The other part of her is trying not to think about you kissing somebody else. She feels a small pit in her stomach, jealous that seemingly everybody but her gets a piece of you in that way. 

You clicked immediately when she first moved to Jackson, attached at the hip since then. She’s tried and failed many times to push down her feelings for you. She fears ruining her friendship with you more than anything, so she’s kept her little crush to herself for years despite it killing her slowly on the inside. 

Ellie’s ears burn up at the idea that she, of all people, would be an expert on kissing. She’s only ever been with one other girl, and it didn’t last very long. She was far from being an expert on this. But Ellie wouldn’t be Ellie if she didn’t commit to the bit, wanting to tease you further just to see you get worked up. 

“No complaints yet.” She lets out a breathy laugh, echoing your own words. 

“Okay then, why don’t you tell me?” 

“What?” Ellie’s stomach drops, not sure if she’s hallucinating or misinterpreting your words. 

“Tell me if I’m a good kisser or not. You’ll be honest with me, right?” you ask, your tone a little too serious for Ellie’s liking. 

“I—” she fumbles with her words. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” She laughs nervously, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes the implications of what you're asking. 

“I'm dead serious. Rate me on a scale of one to ten.” 

Ellie pauses, eyeing you. She still doesn’t know if she’s hallucinating or not. 

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” you add. 

She takes a moment to think it over. She genuinely is terrified of making things awkward between the two of you, valuing your friendship more than a silly crush. On the other hand, she isn’t exactly complaining about the opportunity to kiss you. It’s all she’s ever been able to think about for years. Is it selfish? Maybe. But she’s been craving you for so long; she finds herself nodding yes before she realizes it. 

“Okay,” you say, scooching closer. 

“Okay,” she responds, meeting you in the middle. 

“No bullshit, be honest with me,” you warn, getting increasingly nervous. But you’ve gotten this far, there’s no point in backing out now. 

Ellie is damn near trembling in anticipation. She knows this has gone too far for just two friends, but she’s wanted this for so long she can’t really bring herself to care about that right now. 

“I swear,” she says, subconsciously already leaning in slightly.

You’re now both sitting crisscross on your bed, facing each other. It takes you both a second to get your giggles and jitters out, Ellie leaning forward to rest her forehead on your shoulder as she giggles nervously. As she brings her head back up, your faces are mere centimeters apart. You make direct eye contact before finally ripping the bandaid off and connecting your lips to hers. 

Ellie immediately feels electricity go up her spine, the butterflies in her stomach going haywire as she melts into the kiss. She isn’t sure what to do with her hands, fisting the fabric of your bedsheets with both hands at her sides. 

Your right hand instinctively comes up and rests on the side of her soft neck, almost holding her in place. Ellie sighs into the kiss with that small gesture, gripping the sheets at her side even harder as your soft lips move against hers. 

You don’t let it go on for more than ten seconds, for fear of pushing her too far and making it awkward. Ellie is a little disappointed when you pull away, but she doesn’t say anything. She takes a deep breath, blinking a few times as she regains her composure before finally meeting your gaze. She’s very clearly flustered, a light pink blush dusting her freckled face. 

“Well? Rate that. Scale of one to ten?” you inquire, and for a second Ellie forgot that was the point of this whole ordeal in the first place. 

She takes a moment to think. Well, overthink. Would it be weird if she gave her best friend a ten? Would that seem too kiss-assy? Would that make you uncomfortable? Would you look at her differently if she liked it a little too much? Is it obvious how much she liked it? But isn’t that the score you wanted if you were doing this in the first place? 

You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she struggles to find an appropriate answer that doesn’t let you know she enjoyed that probably more than she should’ve. 

“Mmmm. Like a six out of a ten.” 

Wrong answer. She immediately regrets it the second it comes out of her mouth. She chews her bottom lip as she watches you process that information. 

“Fuck you." is all you can manage to say in a flat tone, rolling your eyes and shoving her slightly. 

“Hey! What?” Ellie plays dumb, panicking internally at how badly that backfired. 

“I told you to be honest!” you groan, already regretting how this is playing out. You’re starting to wish you’d stayed curious. 

“I was being honest!” she retaliates, knowing full well that she’s lying to your face. She would’ve given it fifteen out of ten if she could. But she can’t tell you that. 

Frustrated, you’re determined to prove her wrong. You were definitely better than a six, and a part of you feels like she’s lying just to mess with you. If only you knew. Without much thought, you lean in and connect your lips once more. 

Ellie is caught off guard, but she isn’t complaining in the slightest. She can feel the difference in this kiss compared to your first. This one’s a bit sloppier, uncoordinated, and desperate. She manages to sneak her tongue in, which you accept gratefully. You pull away too soon for her liking, Ellie pouting slightly. 

Her pupils are blown, her lips slightly swollen and pink, and the flush across her face is a shade darker. She looks absolutely ruined, and it sends an electric jolt straight to your core. The energy is now drastically different. You went from just being curious about your performance, confiding in your best friend about it without thinking about what it might lead to. You’re not complaining, though. By now, you’ve both fully committed to the shift in tone. 

“Eight out of ten,” she says softly, knowing the reaction it’ll get out of you. 

“An eight? Really?” you ask, getting closer to her without even fully realizing it. 

“Mhm.” She just hums quietly, acting so sure of herself, not taking her eyes off of you as she begins to lean back in as well. You connect your lips once more just as your right hand slides up her tummy and then her chest before wrapping it around her neck. It’s not hard enough to obstruct her airway, but the soft pressure on her sensitive neck is enough to make her whimper. 

Feeling bold, your free hand sneaks its way down between her legs. She instantly jerks as you gently stroke her clothed folds, a testament to how thin her pajama shorts are. She whines as you pull back once more, a thin line of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.

“Ten?” you simply ask. Her eyes flutter as she looks up at you with her cute, droopy lids. Her pink lips are parted in awe as she struggles to find words. 

“Yeah,” is all she can manage to whimper out, eager to continue. Her back is pressed onto the soft pillows as you gently guide her to lie down. She looks at you as if you’ve hung the moon and stars, your hair fanning out like a curtain above you both as you lean back down to capture her lips once more. 

Her legs instinctively part as you settle in between them, your left arm reaching over to grab her thigh, pressing her up against you. You pull back, and Ellie pouts, but you make up for it by kissing her cheek. And then her jawline, and then down her neck. She’s breathless, basically panting as you continue to kiss down her shivering frame. You gently pull her shirt up to expose her tummy, placing soft kisses down her happy trail. She’s squirming under you, whimpering as you continue lower. 

“This okay, Els?” You look up at her through your dark eyelashes, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. The last thing you want to do is push her too far beyond her boundaries. 

“Mhm, yeah, fuck,” she pants out, trembling with anticipation. “More than okay. Please. Keep going,” she practically begs, and it brings a smile to your face. You’ve never seen her like this, and it’s utterly adorable how worked up she is. 

Your fingers hook onto the waistband of her navy blue pajama shorts, pulling them down agonizingly slow. Neither of you knows if this will ever happen again, so you decide to savor this for as long as you can. She lifts her hips up slightly to help you pull them down, and you toss them aside on your bedroom floor. 

Ellie chews on her lip as you do the same thing to her underwear; a thick line of her arousal connecting to the center of her boxers sticks as you pull them off. Her legs instinctively close as you throw them to the side as well, suddenly feeling shy at how exposed she is. 

You gently pry her legs open, mouth watering at the sight. Her exposed cunt is dripping in anticipation, clenching around nothing. 

“Fuck. So pretty, Els.” you whisper, and all she can do is moan softly in response. Ellie’s entire body jerks as you gently thumb over her sensitive clit, her toes curling. She’s never been touched like this. Never so intimately before, always being the one to give and never the one to take. She feels like she might perish on the spot. 

“You okay?” you inquire as your fingers are completely coated with Ellie’s slick, still wanting to check in to make sure you’re not crossing any boundaries. It’s almost annoying how attentive you are, but Ellie’s heart still melts at how sweet it is. 

“Yeah, yes.” She gulps, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers tease her dripping entrance. She doesn’t know how to make it any clearer to you that she’s very much okay with this.

“Please,” she whispers, her core aching as you continue to tease her. Your fingers dip in only up to your tips before taking them out, her hips bucking at the feeling of the slightest pressure on her gummy walls. 

It is pretty fun teasing her and watching her squirm, but you’re both starting to grow impatient. Her aching cunt is just begging for your mouth, and you waste no more time as you settle on your tummy between her legs. 

Her left hand immediately comes down to grip onto your hair lightly. Her eyes flutter shut as she throws her head back into the soft pillow, gasping at the feeling of your warm tongue swiping up and down her needy slit. You tease her for a few seconds more before finally focusing all your attention on her swollen clit.

Her grip tightens on your hair. You alternate between sharp licks with the tip of your tongue and gentler ones with the flat of it, trying to figure out what she likes best. She’s incredibly loud, which wasn’t expected. She doesn’t hold back as she whines, her entire body tensing up. She’s feverishly hot in between her legs, and you’re completely drunk on her as you’re surrounded by her rich, earthy taste and scent. 

You groan as she pulls onto your scalp, the vibrations of your mouth making her whimper. She feels a little bad, loosening her grip on your hair and gently petting your head to fix the tousled mess back into place. You pull away for a moment with a soft smile, her arousal coating your pink lips along with your own saliva dripping down your chin. 

She pouts, clenching around nothing at the sudden loss of contact. But she’s pleasantly surprised at the feeling of two fingers slipping in, curling up into that special spot that leaves her breathless. 

“Fuuuuuck, y/n,” she whines, her eyes squeezing shut. She’s already shaking, dangerously close now. 

“Doesn’t hurt?” 

“No, no. Fuck. That feels—” she pants, unable to form a single coherent thought. She doesn’t need words; the way her creamy slick is coating the base of your fingers tells you everything you need to know. 

“Feeling good, babe?” 

She quickly nods, whining as your fingers press up deeper into her velvety walls. 

“Feels s' fucking good—” she pants, legs trembling. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull as you bring your mouth down once more. Your skilled fingers along with your warm tongue on her aching bud are all too much for her, tears pricking her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. 

It’s not long before she reaches her peak, her orgasm ripping through her body. She whines loudly, her voice jumping up a few octaves as she continues to ride it out. Her hips grind harshly upward, chasing the feeling for as long as she can as you continue to fuck her through it. 

Your fingers are coated in her creamy slick, pulling them out slowly as she finally starts to calm down. Her chest is heaving, her pupils blown wide as she struggles to catch her breath.

You just watch her come down from her high, a satisfied smile on your face, almost proud of how easily you were able to make her snap. When she comes to, she suddenly feels shy. Her legs instinctively close, face burning when she realizes how dumb she must look right now. 

“You alright, Els?” you ask softly, your dry hand coming up to gently cup her cheek, thumbing across her bottom lip. The overwhelming aftertaste is still coursing through her body, paired with how sweet you’re being, making her eyes well up with tears, attempting to blink them away. 

“You did so good, my love. Such a good girl for me,” you coo, lying down and pulling her closer. She brings her head to rest on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. All she can do is breathe your scent in, fully submitted to being utterly consumed by your nurturing and gentle presence. She whines softly as your hand lovingly strokes up and down her back, chills going up her spine. She’s gripping onto you as she attempts to get even closer, damn near wanting to be under your skin. 

You can feel her warm tears dampening your shirt, whispering praise in her ear. It’s really what she needed; all she can do is release her frustration and pent-up emotions, feeling so safe in your presence to do so. 

She sobers up after a few minutes of this, sitting up a bit to meet your gaze. Your hand comes up to cup her cheek, pulling her in and connecting your lips to hers. She melts into it, the last of her tears drying up. You pull away for a second to grab your water bottle on the nightstand, handing it over to her. She accepts it gratefully, practically chugging the cold liquid as she hadn’t realized how scratchy her throat felt from all that noise she made earlier. You just watch, rubbing her back lovingly. 

“Ellie?"

“Yeah?”

“Rate that on a scale of one to ten.” 

[elliessexygf]

picture you.

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‘am i doin' research

in a mini skirt

at the library in your hometown?’

james sunderland x fem!reader

a/n: this is a bit all over the place pls bare with me 😭 also, pls listen to picture you by chapell roan cause i feel like it fits so well with this, enjoy!!!

cw: professor! james sunderland, student! reader, age gap, james is a pervert, it’s kinda a cute crush though idk, mentions of hair pulling, masturbation(m), spanking, sexual thoughts, james has kinda specific turn ons, he loves legs let’s be real

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On a warm fall afternoon, the university is lively for the first day of classes. James always hated the first few weeks of the semester. He preferred it when the temperature begins to drop and the leaves start to change colors. There were less people on campus, making the walks to his classroom everyday peaceful as the cold air kisses at his sharp nose tip. It became easier for him as the semester went on, all the students not cut out for his coursework weeded out and he’s able to focus on the ones who actually work for their grade.

However, that’ll have to wait.

For now, he sits at his desk in the front of the empty classroom, waiting for students to file in for his fourth and final lecture of the day. He’s just been going over the syllabus and course work for the semester so far. Each time, he’s met with blank stares from students only keeping their eyes glued to him to seem engaged, but he knows better than to actually believe they are after teaching for so many years. Nevertheless, he puts on a small smile as the first few students began to file into his small lecture hall. He tries to give out small greetings, sometimes met with awkward closed lip smiles but he’s completely ignored for the most part. He takes the hint and lowers his head, pretending to be occupied reading the same syllabus he’s given out for years out of slight embarrassment as the lecture hall quickly fills up. You’re one of the last students to come in. A bit disgruntled but otherwise grateful you finally found the right classroom after getting lost for a few minutes. James is almost startled when you speak, looking up at you.

“Good afternoon, sir. How’s the first day treating you so far?” You smile sweetly at him, it slightly rubs off on James and he returns an awkward small smile back to you. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be so forward, especially not today. He watches you settle into the spot closest to his desk, taking out a notebook and some pens.

“Uh, it’s been as expected.” He says, bluntly. He slightly panics, suddenly feeling the pressure to keep the conversation going as long as he can. It’s rare for a student to actually acknowledge him like this, he likes it. It doesn’t come off that way, however. He wants to say more, but the words get caught in his throat.

Maybe your roommate was right. She was a year ahead of you, and when you told her which professors you were taking she immediately stopped you at the mention of Mr. Sunderland. He’s known by students for his boring lectures, long writing assignments due every Monday and Wednesday, his impossible-to-pass exams, and unwillingness to work with anyone to actually help them pass his classes. He was a strange, aloof man that students just never bothered to try and interact with. He always spends the entire hour and a half lecturing, never opening up the classroom (or himself for that matter) for any kind of conversation or discussion. You’d heard this about multiple professors, but being a first-year student you didn’t really believe any of it until you were sitting in front of Mr. Sunderland.

When James realizes it wasn’t the response you were expecting, it had already been a few seconds since he last spoke and the imaginary time limit to add more to his response ran out. He’s not sure where to go from there, so he just decides not to say anything more. He begins to hand out copies of the syllabus, mentally cursing at himself.

Pretty, he thinks, she’s pretty.

Too bad James couldn’t keep that conversation going, as much as he wanted to. Accepting the fact that he isn’t open to any conversation, you let it go. It doesn’t bother you, however. That one awkward encounter doesn’t stop you.

The last few students finally file in before class officially starts. It goes almost the same as his previous classes, but your presence is a new variable. The classrooms gaze is collectively fixated on him, but you’re the only one that actually seems to be actively listening and absorbing his words. The only one asking questions, engaging with the material.

And that’s how it’s been for a few weeks now.

James has suddenly found himself in the staff restroom at the same time every day, just before your class with him, fixing his hair and making sure he looks fine before he sees you. He doesn’t want to call it a crush, that’s ridiculous. He feels ridiculous. You’re a student, he’s your professor. It’s wrong. He tries to convince himself that it’s just your energy that’s rubbing off on him, you always come into class so ready to learn. Even other students have started to follow suit. For the first time in his teaching career, he has a class that is actively engaged in the material and asking questions. It was frustrating at first, he wasn’t used to being interrupted so much. But he’s grown accustomed to it, now looking forward to that particular class every day.

He likes to think he just admires your enthusiasm and dedication to your academics, but deep down he knows it’s much more that.

He can always tell when you’ve entered the room based off of your perfume, he doesn’t even have to look up from his desk. Your scent is so sweet and addicting, often still lingering in the classroom even after you’ve left. You’ve started wearing sweaters or cardigans due to the increasingly cold weather, sometimes you walk in with the sniffles and a pink nose. James finds this so endearing, fighting every bone in his body not to reach out and warm you up. Your hair is in a different style every day, his personal favorite being half-up half-down with your bangs sitting so beautifully on your face. He especially likes it when it’s the lazy version, with a small claw clip holding the top half up of your hair, looking like it’s about to fall any second. He likes the slightly messy look, sometimes he imagines messing it up for you even more. How soft your hair would feel in his hands, the noises you’d make when he’d pull at it. That paired with minimal makeup and a low effort outfit, those are the days where he really has to push down inappropriate thoughts.

But yeah, he only likes you because you’re a good student. Nothing more, nothing less.

You really were a good student, each writing assignment he receives from you making his heart swell with how undeniably proud he feels. He imagines you don’t go out much, spending most of your time studying or doing homework. It only fuels the perfect image he has of you in his head, the sweet girl who lives for his praise and validation. Maybe you’ll cry when you get a grade you don’t feel you deserve. He knows a failing grade would never be justified with the amount of effort you put it. But there’s a small part of him that wants to see you frustrated and hurt over something only he solely has power over. He wants to see that pretty face red and tear stained, so that he can make it all better.

He’s letting his mind wander to thoughts of you, teary eyed and frustrated over a failed grade. You’d stay after class, try and convince him to give you a higher grade or beg to redo it. He’d offer another solution…

He doesn’t let himself go further than that, not right now. He splashes his face with cold water and takes one last good look at himself before he leaves the staff bathroom, mentally preparing for class with you.

James is surprised to see you already waiting outside of the classroom door, it’s still about 10 minutes until class starts. His heart rate immediately picks up when your eyes land on his, you were seemingly waiting for him to get there. You were never here this early, you usually showed up at the exact time every day.

“Mr. Sunderland?”

James feels an intense electric jolt in his tummy when he hears his name come out of your mouth every time. It feels like electricity flowing through him, the butterfly feeling so intense he feels like he might explode.

“Ms. y/l/n, it’s a bit early isn’t it?” He offers a small smile to you, taking his keys out of his pocket to unlock the classroom door, holding it open for you to step inside first. His eyes can’t help but wander over your body, taking in the sight of you as your back is turned to him.

Imagine his surprise when he notices you’re wearing a skirt today, a short one at that. His breath catches in his throat, taking in the sight of your legs covered with a thin pair of dark stockings. You’ve paired it with a navy blue sweater and black boots, the cherry on top being your hair half-up half-down. James feels like he might perish on the spot.

“I’m sorry Mr. Sunderland, I just wanted to talk to you about the midterm,” You started, stepping into the classroom, James following behind and then quickly taking a seat at his desk. “It says my final grade is a 70 on canvas, was that a mistake?”

So maybe James hadn’t been completely honest with himself. But right now he was testing the waters. A 70 isn’t a failing grade. He just put it in the grade book last night, when you got the notification your heart sank. It’s not a bad grade, but you definitely felt like there had to be some kind of mistake.

Behind James’s facade of nonchalance, he’s panicking. He’s sat at his desk, trying to avoid looking at your thighs, barely covered by your short skirt. He pulls out your midterm paper from his files on his desktop. Was it done on purpose? Yes. Absolutely. James would never admit that to himself, though. You passed, that’s all that matters. What he doesn’t want to admit to himself is that you really didn’t deserve that grade, you deserved much higher. And yet, he just did it. He wasn’t thinking straight, his mind constantly wandering off to the same made up scenario in his head of him failing you and you confronting him about it. He knew it would get your attention. But now that you’re actually standing here in front of him with your inquiry, he feels so ashamed.

He quickly reads it over, even though he already has done so a million times since you turned it in. You stand there, impatient and anxious.

“Did I put a 70? Yeah, that uh, yeah that must’ve been my mistake.” He cringes internally, feeling like you see right through him and the lie he just made up on the spot. He finally looks up to meet your gaze, and you visibly relax. Relieved that your favorite professor didn’t actually give you such a low grade compared to the high ones he’s always given.

“What did I get for real?” You ask, hoping it’s at least a 90.

“96, well done Ms. y/l/n.” He watches your pretty lips turn into a sweet smile, sending another jolt through his tummy. He can’t help but smile back at the sight of you being so happy about your grade, he loves knowing how much it has an affect on you. In a way, this is the only way he can hold power over the situation. The only thing in his pathetic life that makes him feel like he has control.

That small interaction keeps replaying in his head as class went on, zoning out when he accidentally caused a discussion and now most of the class is arguing. He keeps catching himself staring, almost getting caught by you a few times as well. He feels like he’s being tortured, watching you sit so pretty and perfect in by far his favorite outfit you’ve ever worn to class. And he can’t do anything about it.

That night, James is staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. He sighs when he looks over at the clock, 3:43 a.m. He’s been tossing and turning for hours at this point, his deepest darkest thoughts and perversions slowly eating away at him. He thinks back to you in that little black skirt and his head feels fuzzy.

He wonders how different that scene could have played out, had he made you earn that 96.

He would’ve bent you over his desk, lifting your skirt up. His hands would grope at your plump thighs and ass. He’d roughly rip the fabric of your stockings to see your bare skin. You’d gasp as he spanks you harshly, fingers gripping the desk. He wouldn’t hurt you too much though, giving you sweet kisses where his red hand marks would be.

There he was, pumping his needy cock at the thought of having his way with you. He lets out soft groans as he fucks himself into his hand, only lasting a mere minute before his seed spurts out all over his chest.

James lays there catching his breath, coming down from the high of his climax. He feels guilty. He feels dirty. He’s ashamed. Once he’s calmed down, he gets up to take a quick shower before climbing back into bed.

He sighs as he rolls over to his side, grabbing the pillow next to him and hugging it as he falls asleep pretending it’s you.