Work crush pt. 2
loser ellie x very mean reader
Ellie plans a cute date but instead just gets dommed and humiliated by her mean femme coworker.
cw: meandom reader x subtop ellie; fingering, oral sex, strap use, humiliation, praise/degradation kink, pain kink, spit kink, nipple play, reader calls ellie "puppy", reader uses ellie like a toy, ellie comes untouched; angsty ending.
part 1
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Ellie was adjusting her black tie, which contrasted nicely with the white button-up shirt she had on. She left the first two buttons undone and rolled up her sleeves so that her arm tattoo was visible. The finishing touch was ditching her usual nerdy glasses in favor of contact lenses. All of this was done in hopes of making herself look more nonchalant and cool. Whether she had actually succeeded was debatable, but Ellie didn't care, smiling from ear to ear as she looked at her reflection, adjusting a few stray hairs that slipped out of her low bun.
Why was this loser so happy? Well, she had somehow landed a date with you, her crush. She still had no idea how she managed to do that. It was so easy too, she was now almost sure you liked her back!
After the ordeal in the bathroom, she mustered up some courage and asked you out to a nice restaurant, planning to spoil you with what little savings she had. To her surprise, you just chuckled at her offer and said it'd be better to meet up at Ellie's place instead. She didn't mind, of course, it's not like you opted out of the restaurant because you didn't want to be seen with her in public, right?
Anyways, Ellie planned a perfect date! You two were going to watch Interstellar, her favorite movie. She prepared an assortment of snacks and lit a few old candles she found in her kitchen. The latter gave the otherwise dingy room a more "romantic" feel, perfect for a little make-out session that may or may not lead to something more. The loser grinned to herself, if it all goes according to plan, she'll ask you to be her girlfriend. Or was it too soon? Well, she wasn't sure due to her nonexistent relationship experience.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. Not wasting a second, she sprinted to the door. Making sure it was you, she opened it, panting. She almost lost the ability to speak, color rushing to her pale cheeks, as she took in your outfit. You opted for a brighter look than your usual strict office attire. A spaghetti-strap white top with lace trimmings, a light pink mini skirt that barely covered your ass, cozy white socks that went up to your ankles, topped off with an oversized cardigan in case you got cold.
"Hi! You look...cute." Ellie squeaked out as she eyed your outfit. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around your waist in a hug, inhaling your vanilla perfume.
"Hey," you chuckled, patting her back. Once she pulled away, you took notice of her choice of clothes as well. "Thanks, you look...cute too." You chuckled. Well...Ellie expected you to call her outfit cool, but, cute works too, she thought. Besides, this was the first time you'd given her a compliment.
Tentatively taking your hand in hers, Ellie led you to her living room. "Let me show you everything!" Ellie exclaimed excitedly, stopping in front of the worn-out sofa where she put some blankets for you two. "So I planned everything out. We're gonna watch a movie together....and I have snacks, chips...oh and also some sliced fruit if you prefer to eat healthy...I also have some soda cans in the fridge." She prattled on without taking a breath, wanting to impress you. As she finished her speech, she plopped down on the couch, patting the spot beside her with a grin.
God, you could just feel how nervous she was, how hard she was trying to impress you. You looked forward to teasing her all evening. In fact, you wanted to start right now; so instead of settling right beside her, you lay down with your head on the armrest, your long legs landing in her lap. Ellie stared at you like a confused puppy, unsure of how to react. In the end, she put her clammy hands on your ankles.
In an attempt to get back on track, she coughs awkwardly. "So...I'll start the movie, okay?" She muttered, taking the remote and pressing play. "We'll be watching Interstellar, I promise you're going to love it even if you're not a space nerd like me." She chuckled, feeling less nervous as her comfort film appeared on the screen, her palms remaining on your ankles in a soft grip.
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Ten minutes into the film, Ellie turned to you, noticing that you weren't even looking at the TV! Instead, you seemed much more interested in your new glittery pink manicure, expression bored as you eyed the little gems. Ellie squeezed one of your ankles that was still in her lap to get your attention. "Hey...we can watch something else if you want. I don't mind." She muttered softly. Of course, she wanted you to enjoy her favorite movie, but seeing you so bored with it was making her feel defeated. She'd agree to watch literally anything so long as it put a smile on your pretty face.
"I didn't come here to watch some nerd movie." You sigh, gaze rising to meet hers.
"What? What did you come here to do then?" Ellie asked with a slight pout at your words, though her voice betrayed a hint of excitement.
"This." You chuckled dryly as you suddenly pressed your foot into her clothed crotch hard, lying down more comfortably. Despite your nonchalant demeanor, your mouth curved up in a slight smirk.
Ellie involuntarily squirmed at your bold action, not used to such forward advances. "Oh I wanted to do this too, I just tried to be romantic, you know." She chuckled breathlessly. Fuck, she felt herself getting soaked at the pressure of your foot on her pussy. Without thinking, she squirmed, grinding on your foot like a needy pup.
You tsk, moving your foot away, making her whine in protest. "Now, what are you doing? Shouldn't you make me feel good first? Though I doubt you even know how to make a girl cum." You sneer playfully, parting your legs a little, your tiny skirt flipping, giving her a peek at your white lacy panties.
"I know how to make a girl cum, of course I know!" Ellie protested, face crimson at your relentless teasing. She stood up to unbutton her shirt, revealing her small, sports bra-clad tits; she left the necktie on as she was unsure how to go about taking it off without embarrassing herself. Next, she undid her slacks, letting them fall to the floor. Her favorite spiderman boxers were now on display, ready for your ridicule.
Settling with her knees underneath her on the sofa, she placed her shaky hands on your parted knees. "Can I touch you, please?" She nearly whined.
Eyes zeroed in on her silly boxers, you burst out laughing. "You can't be serious. It's like you're begging to be made fun of, you virgin."
Ellie had never felt so humiliated in her life, she almost wanted to cry at your constant jabs. Though she won't ever admit she wore the silly boxers on purpose, in hopes of you teasing her for it...
Taking notice of her mortified expression, you calmed down a bit, feeling a little bad. "Sure, you can touch, baby." Ellie preened up at the pet name a bit; she liked it when you were sweet to her almost as much as she liked when you degraded her.
Now, her mind was set on proving to you that she wasn't as useless at sex as you thought. Maintaining eye contact, she reached for the hem of your top, when you suddenly slapped her shaky hand away. "You'll only see boobs if you make me cum. Get to work, loser." You sneered.
Ellie jolted back like a scalded cat. "Sorry! I'll get to work. I'll make you feel good, promise!" She mumbled, scooching between your already parted legs, and slowly slipping your skirt up to your stomach. "I'll touch you now, okay?" With shaky hands, she grasped your upper thighs and leaned down, pressing a light kiss to your clothed clit. Startled by the unexpected action, you let out a small whine.
Emboldened by the sound, Ellie pushed your lacy panties to the side, revealing your neatly-trimmed pussy. She felt her breath hitch at the sight. "It's so pretty...i'll put my fingers inside, okay?" She asked with a hint of impatience in her voice, giving you all the time to push her away. When you didn't, she aligned her middle and ring finger to your hole, prodding it slightly. "You're so tight...we need some lube." She muttered nervously, taking notice of your dryness. Leaning over you, she put her fingers at your lips. "Open, please?"
Deciding to humor her a bit, you comply. Parting your lips, you let her push her fingers in. You suck on them softly, swirling your tongue around the digits, while maintaining eye contact with her. Wow...Ellie was utterly entranced by the sight. She could almost imagine your warm mouth around the strap that had been collecting dust inside her bedside table.
Snapping out of her reverie, she reluctantly removed her now moist fingers from your mouth, aligning them to your center once again. This time, they slipped right in, though you winced at the sudden intrusion. Ellie began to pump her fingers inside your tight hole, gaining speed. "Fuuuck, squeezing me like a little s-slut. Are you gonna come soon, princess?" Ellie breathes out, attempting to talk dirty.
Now you were beginning to understand why she had no game. Was she really expecting you to come from her erratic pumping and no clit stimulation? God, you almost felt bad to burst her bubble. "Use your mouth instead." You order, causing her to stop abruptly, pulling her now wet digits out.
Did she do something wrong? Ellie was sure you were enjoying her fingers, but your expression said otherwise. Letting out a defeated whine, she obeyed, sliding your lacy panties off your hips. She lay down on her tummy, grasping your hips. Not wasting a second, she buried her face in your cunt, swirling her tongue eagerly. You felt your breath hitch, she wasn't actually bad at this. A bit sloppy, but she made up for it with her eagerness and speed. You deftly untied her bun, threading your delicate fingers through her short hair, tugging hard. Feeling yourself get close, you couldn't contain your moans any longer. You squished your thighs around her face, cutting out her airflow.
Fueled by your eager sounds, Ellie moved her tongue even faster, lapping up your juices. It was all so overwhelming for the loser, the delicious sting from your grasp on her hair, the lack of air. God, she wouldn't mind dying like this, choked between your plushy thighs.
"Fuuuck, I'm close, gonna come on your face, you fucking nerd." You moan out.
A few moments later, the coil in your tummy snapped, coating Ellie's mouth in your release. She eagerly cleaned your pussy up, proud of making you come. Once finished, she peeked up at you, gauging your reaction.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you meet her gaze, grinning. "Hey...you got a strap?"
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Ellie sat on the couch naked, with her hands tied behind her with your panties, small chest heaving, legs spread. You fixed the strap on her hips securely, it wasn't too big, so it looked almost natural attached to her. It was torture sitting still like this, with you slowly undressing in front of her. You finally unclasped your bra, letting your tits fall out. The loser audibly whined, she wanted them in her mouth so badly, but she had to behave.
"Mm gonna use you however I want." You hummed, biting your lip. You mount her lap, aligning your pussy on the shaft, hands grasping her shoulders for leverage. "If you dare move a muscle, I'll walk out the door and leave you like this." You threaten, a smirk forming on your lips.
"No, pleasee! I'll sit still, please use me!" She panicked, unable to tear her gaze away from your tits. If you leaned just a little closer, she could bury her face between them. "No talking either, loser." You spit, putting your hand over her mouth, shutting her up immediately. Satisfied, you put your hand back on her shoulder, slowly lowering yourself on the strap. It slid in easily, your pussy being impossibly wet this time. Finally taking it to the base, you whined, grasping her shoulders harder. You began bouncing on the shaft, picking up pace. This time, you didn't hide your sounds, moaning like a whore.
Ellie bit her lip hard, trying to contain herself as you moved your hips. It was so unfair! You making those sounds, taking her strap so well, your tits bouncing tantalizingly right in front of her face, long nails nearly drawing blood on her shoulders. You were using her like a toy! She was embarrassed at how much she enjoyed this humiliating treatment.
Suddenly, you pinched one of her hardened nipples, tugging on it cruelly as you moved. "Gonna buy some nipple clamps for your cute tits...will fucking torture them, baby." You stutter in between moans.
Ellie would lie if she said she didn't find the idea hot. She just wanted you to...play with her body. Though wincing at the sharp pain in her sensitive nipples, she remained quiet like a good girl. She looked up at you with round puppy eyes, feeling you pick up pace on the shaft.
"Fuuuck, I've never come from penetration alone before, consider yourself special." You breathed out, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, your tits pressed up snugly against hers. A second later, you gushed on her strap, coating the shaft in your juices. You whined weakly in her ear, growing limp on top of her; you felt Ellie moan as well, hips shifting underneath yours. You look down at her quizzically. "Did you just...?"
Ellie felt absolutely mortified, but also so good. Yes, she came untouched from just watching you and the pressure of the strap on her pussy. She was too blissed out to care, though. "Sorry, you're just so sexy...don't be mad." She pleaded wearily, giving you her best puppy eyes.
Chuckling, you suddenly prod her mouth open with your fingers. "Don't worry, it was kinda cute, in a pathetic sort of way. Open up." Ellie obeyed, parting her lips. You grasped her cheeks, spitting in her mouth, before connecting your lips with hers in a messy kiss.
Groaning in surprise, Ellie moved her lips against yours. You were actually kissing her, she couldn't believe it! Unable to keep her hands to herself, she hurriedly slid her sweaty palms out of the restraints, hugging you tightly at the waist. You slightly pulled away from her touch, frowning. Quick to defend herself, Ellie leaned forward, pressing a light kiss between your breasts. "Sorry I touched you, I just didn't expect to get a kiss. I just felt so happy..." She muttered, looking up at you like you hung the moon.
Sighing, you patted her head affectionately. She just looked so pitiful, she was so obsessed with you. "I'm not mad, you do deserve a little reward for being such a good puppy." Ellie blushed, burying her face in your chest. "A good puppy..." She muttered to herself.
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After you finally slid off her strap, you lay down, totally spent. Ellie hastily took off the silicone shaft, fumbling with the straps. Once done, she tentatively lay down beside you, pulling a blanket on top of you two. It was a tight fit, but Ellie wasn't complaining. She lay on her side, watching your pretty face.
Even though the date didn't go according to plan, she still felt it was a success, which was filling her heart with hope. She actually made you come, you were pretty nice in the end and even kissed her. The loser mustered up all her courage and tapped your shoulder to get your attention. "D-do you want to be my girlfriend? I'll treat you like a princess, I promise." She stuttered out, nervous.
Well, you did not expect that question. Did she actually just ask you to be her girlfriend after just one date? This was literally your second interaction. You sigh, patting her head out of pity. "Baby, how about we go on a few more dates and then see how we feel? It's too soon."
Oh! Ellie felt her heart squeeze painfully, she was so sure you'd say yes after tonight. "Sorry, a few more dates sounds good, yeah." She mumbled, feeling tears prick up her eyes. Not wanting you to see her cry, she hid her face in your chest.
Well, she'd been pining for you for so long, she could wait a little more, right?
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