pairing: fwb!roommate!ellie x reader
synopsis: after a long day of work, it’s all you want to lose yourself in someone else’s arms. luckily your roommate has similar plans. and when she finds you, she’s absolutely nothing if not prepared.
tags: soft sex, situationship/fwb!ellie, downbad!reader, touchy ellie (them hands r hungry), gentle hands, lap sitting, praise kink, hair puller!reader, too intimate/vulnerable for this to be casual, peak makeout position hello, top!ellie, bottom!reader, fingering, r. receiving, ellie saying “atta girl” (does this count as ‘good girl’?), ellie is lwk also down bad but reader doesn’t know, not beta read! i’ll proofread this when i wake up i promise
(so not based off lyrics just the vibe ig)
the work bag you carry hardly feels like the heaviest thing on you as you step into your apartment. something—your mind, your body—seems like it’s weighing you down.
you’re quiet as you creep into the living room, careful so as not to wake ellie—usually asleep by the time you returned from a later shift.
“damn, they kept you late.” you jolt at the voice across the room, a little raspy, yet unmistakably familiar. you whip around.
ellie stood by the living room doorway, hair mused and band tee rumpled, lidded eyes still laden with sleep, as she watched you slowly.
she started forward. “any longer and they might as well keep you overnight.”
the truth in her words seems to stir something in you as you try to ignore the lump beginning to form in your throat.
“hey, you good?” she asks softly, playful tone fading at your expression, too tired to plaster something on.
somehow the warmth of her tone has tears springing to your eyes as the stress of the day finally comes crashing down on you.
ellie practically rushes forward at the sight of you crying, arms tight around you as you sobbed into her shoulder.
“hey, hey.” she whispers into your head, “i got you.”
you’ve learned not to expect too much of her promises, but something about her now made you believe she’d follow through.
she held you for as long as you needed, only pulling away slightly when your sniffles died down, thumbs gently swiping at the tears streaming down your cheeks.
her eyes bore into yours, soft and gentle and tender, as she whispers like she’s afraid you’ll break. “what can i do?”
it doesn’t take you long to figure out what you want.
“make me forget about it.”
the words leave your lips in a whisper, nearly inaudible if not for the silence in the room.
for the first time tonight you see her look fully awake, brows raised and eyes widened, the underlying excitement on her face something only you can read.
at first she hesitates, muttering a gentle “are you sure?” but one look at the blatant desperation on your face is all she requires to know what it is you need.
and just how bad you need it.
your world finally starts to feel right when her compliance finally falls from her lips.
and that’s how you find yourself in the dark of your shared living room, ellie’s face before you lit only by the soft, warm lamp in the far corner, as you straddled her on the couch.
her hands knead at your hips as you lean into her, letting her lips press into yours with more fervor than you could handle.
tears spill from your eyes. almost too good to bear.
she looks almost sad as she wipes them away once more, whispering softly against your lips. “s’okay, baby.”
“‘m gonna make it all go away, okay?”
you nod once before she presses one last kiss to your lips—sweet, chaste, even.
the events that ensue after are anything but.
she starts at your jaw, trailing down your neck, soft and slow, just how she knows you like it. a gasp slips past you when she hits a certain spot, earning you a smile you can feel against your skin.
one hand’s already slipping past your work clothes, snaking around back to unclasp your bra.
a few seconds of struggle go by as you feel her fumble with the clasp. she pulls away when you can’t help but giggle.
“the fuck you think you’re laughing at?” she chuckles teasingly, familiar grin on her face.
the dark of the room almost makes you almost miss the dusting of red on her cheeks. the sight makes your heart swell.
she seems to freeze a moment when she notices you staring. guilty, like she’s been caught. though the panic in her gaze only lingers a second before she blinks it away like it never happened.
she gives you a quick “c’mon, hands up.”
and an “atta girl.” when you comply.
she takes her time with you, hands resting on your hips as she pressed little kisses on your tits, slow yet eager, incrementally growing in heat.
“mmh, so pretty baby, y’know that?” she whispers against you, face buried in your chest like she she’s exactly where she wants to be.
you can’t help but wrap your arms around her neck, holding her close, wishing she could be closer.
a soft moan slips past you when she finally takes a nipple into her mouth, tongue flicking with precision as you arch into her.
a hand threads itself through her hair. “mm-ellie-”
you can feel the smirk playing on her lips. “aww, that feel good for you?”
you yelp a little when her hand comes up to cup your other tit, lazily kneading, occasionally brushing the sensitive bud with so little pressure it physically hurt.
“stop teasing.” you whine, lips drawn in pout.
ellie chuckles at that. “yeah?” she teases, “tell me what you want, baby.”
you’re about to retaliate when she latches onto the neglected nipple, causing your thoughts to cloud over with pleasure.
“i wa-ffuck, ellie-.” is all you can really manage when she’s just oh so eager to be on you.
“mhm, c’mon,” she drawls, concern anything but genuine. “use your words.”
she relents when you finally give her a satisfying admission. or maybe she just felt bad for you, you weren’t exactly sure.
though it really didn’t matter right now.
not when she was flipping you over on the couch with ease.
not when she was nestling her fingers between your legs, eyes trained on yours with an expression akin only to reverence.
not when she was tugging off your slacks and teasing circles along your inner thigh, whispering filthy little promises of “‘m gonna take care of you” and “gonna make it all go away”.
and definitely not when she finally slid her fingers into your now sopping cunt, leaving you to arch against the couch cushions, lips forever formed in the shape of her name.
“el-lie, fuckk—omygod-“ you practically mewl, as your grip on her shoulders tightens.
the reactions she elicited from you seemed almost disproportionate to her pace.
she fucked you slow, sure. but my god did she fuck you deep.
in and out, and in and out. her rhythm so steady it seemed like the only thing keeping you from going insane.
deep and devoted, her strokes seemed to reach parts of you you didn’t think you’d ever reached yourself.
she’s sickeningly sweet as she whispers bouts of encouragement into your ears, pace quickening as you tighten around her. “you’re doing so good f’me baby, taking it so fucking good.”
“ellie—mmhf, yeah right there, fuck-“ you’re already a wreck at this point. but then she curls her fingers just right, and the stretch is so perfect that the wave of pleasure that graces you has a dam of tears building up alongside the pressure in your abdomen, ready to spill over at any given.
ellie’s lips are pressed flush against the crook of your neck, wet and swollen, as she whispers against you, breath fanning hot. “you’re right there baby, yeah? i can feel you. so f-fucking tight.”
“you gonna come for me? can you do that, huh, baby?”
you’re adorable when you actually give a little nod, moaning out your last “ah-ellie-!” before the coil in your stomach finally snaps and tears spill from your rolled-back eyes.
“atta girl, ride my fingers. that’s right.” ellie’s voice is gentle as she takes you through it. “just like that. you take them so good.”
you’re too fucked out to notice the way her breath hitches while she speaks. the way she’s watching you ride out your come down, hypnotized at the sight of you so lost in absolute ecstasy. head spinning at the realization that she did that.
she lets you cling onto her for long moments after, holding her close as the tingling warmth slowly exited your body, reluctant to relinquish her warmth that you were sure would replace it in excess.
a minute, an eternity, passes before she speaks up. “you alright?” she asks as she begins to pull away, and you have no choice but to let her.
“mhm.” you nod quietly, as you watch her start to rise to her feet.
she stares down at you like she has something to say, though her eyes seem like they’re already saying it, asking it.
‘can i come to bed with you?’
you want to say something, you really do. but before you can, she does.
she’s already turning away as she grates out “well-i, uh, have work tomorrow morning, so…” she trails off, nodding awkwardly to her door. “i’ll… see you tomorrow?”
you just nod, offering a reassuring smile, as you’re left to deal with the whiplash of her overtly casual tone.
a sinking feeling throbs within your chest, as the warmth fully removes itself from your body, tiredness returning with it.
you’re silent as you watch ellie close her door shut, taking with her any hope you had of a restful night.
