"Pull your boxers down and lean over the bed," the doctor instructs as they pull on a pair of nitrile gloves, snapping against their skin and making my cock pulse. I obey, unbuckling my belt and pushing my jeans and boxers down around my knees, I press my hands onto the bed and turn my back to them. Their gloved hand presses between my shoulder blades, "down." They say, pushing me until my face meets the paper covered mattress with a sigh, "good boy." My heart thunders in my chest as I look at their shadow on the wall, dispensing lube onto their fingers, "trans men develop a prostate," they explain as they start pressing a finger against my asshole, "so we've got to regularly check so we know if you need to be added to the screening list." I bite back a whimper as their finger slips inside, "oh, that was easy," I hear a smile in their voice, "you must play with your ass a lot." I close my eyes as their finger presses deeper, curling inside of me over and over, feeling around until I can't contain the groan. "this spot?" They ask, pressing more insistently, faster, harder. I gulp and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, "uh-huh." They continue to finger fuck my ass, their other hand reaching under to swipe through my wetness, brush over my cock, I moan against my will, scorched with the embarrassment of clenching around their finger. "oh, yes, I think that's the spot." They withdraw their hands, pulling the gloves off and putting them in the bin. I blink open my eyes and look over my shoulder at them, "you can pull those up now," they smile, "we'll get you added to the screening list."
I think we can all collectively agree that Abby's a thigh girl and Ellie's a boob girl
Abby's big hands squeezing your thighs while she's fucking you with her strap???? Her laying on her stomach when eating you out, trying her best to make you cum so you can trap her head between your trembling thighs??? She's totally biting them and leaving marks all over them afterwards idc
And Ellie omg. I can totally picture her laying down on top of you, two fingers deep in your cunt and her mouth attached to one of your nipples while she pinches the other one. And when you're on top???? Riding her thigh???? She's definitely wrapping her arms around you to hold you as close as possible and bury her face in your boobs
I want to suck a shy boy's cock so bad. I want to hear him stutter and gasp when I lick the head and I want to listen to his pathetic whimpers when I'm pleasuring him so well he can't help but squeeze his thighs around my head and grab my hair like it's the only thing keeping him alive. Then kiss him with his taste still in my mouth and he's gasping and out of breath, petting him and telling him how good he did. 💕
an : this was birthed from this ask I got and it was supposed to be a tiny baby smut drabble and now it’s this ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡ but yay for me I’m out of my writing slump- also I do not whatsoever condone cheating, but the housewife fucking the help trope always get me I’m sorry, sue me. Also divider creds here. happy reading - sincerely, sugar ✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚
“So can you fix it?”
Ellie turned her head at the sound of your sweet voice, like a siren song that had been tempting her all afternoon.
She was hooked from the minute she heard it over the phone, sounding distressed as you explained that the water from your shower head was no longer flowing. She felt her throat get dry as you spoke about how you desperately needed some stress relief. How you needed the pressure. And when she showed up at you door a half hour later, Ellie knew she was completely and totally fucked.
“Ellie…?”
She jolted and internally slapped herself for gawking at you and fantasizing about shit she knew she couldn’t have.
“Shit sorry, yeah, it’s a simple issue! Your pressure valve is cracked. I have a replacement in my kit that should fit, so I’ll be out of your hair soon.”
A soft pout graced your lips as you played nervously with the hem of your fluffy cardigan sleeve, “that’s a shame. Kinda like having someone around the house.”
Ellie flushed at your words and quickly turned back- she was here to work not flirt. But, fuck, we’re you making it hard.
“You’re a lifesaver,” you continued, tentatively walking into the bathroom and perching on the toilet seat, “my wife usually does this sort of thing, but she’s been gone a lot recently.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm- work trips. Sometimes for weeks at a time.” You sighed.
“You must miss her a lot,” Ellie sympathized, while she screwing a bolt back into place. You remained silent, chewing on your lip, guilt evident on your face but sadness overwhelming in your eyes.
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?” Ellie teased.
Your frown deepened, “my marriage is…far from paradise- used to be perfect, until my wife started fucking every fresh-out-of-undergrad intern she met at every single one of her firms international offices.”
Ellie dropped her wrench at your blunt statement and you giggled softly. “Sorry that was way too much information. God, I’m such a cliche- bored housewife boring anyone that gives her a molecule of attention.” You blurted, laughing awkwardly.
“Hey,” Ellie felt her heart tug in sympathy for you. She sat on the edge of the tub and touched your thigh affectionately, “you’re not a cliche. I’m genuinely sorry about all the shit with your wife.”
She smiled at you as she stood up, wiping her dirty hands on her work clothes. Then she twisted the knob on the shower until water started to stream out, hot and heavy, just how you liked it.
“Oh my god! Thank you so much!” You cried, clutching her bicep in excitement. “This months water bill is gonna be sooo high.”
Ellie chuckled and tried not to focus on the searing heat shocking it’s way up through her body at your touch. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Is there anything I can do to repay you?” You said. You were laying the hints on so thick, it was bordering on desperate, but Ellie was by far the most attractive women you’ve ever seen and you needed her. Badly.
“We’ve got you card on file! No need for anything else.”
You blinked up at her, running your manicured fingernail across the sharp line of her jaw and Ellie felt a shiver wrack through her. “You sure?”
You two were too close now, nothing could’ve stopped what was happening. Ellie second guessed herself as your lips brushed against hers, not yet a kiss, but just as debilitating to her self control. You were married- Ellie had even seen your wedding pictures framed on her way in. But, you weren’t happy. It was so obvious, and Ellie, who always seemed to find herself in these situations, knew you needed help. Why she always found herself playing the knight in shining armor role, she’d never know. But what she did know, was that you were devastatingly gorgeous and her boxers were growing damper by the second.
“Fuck it-” Ellie crashed her lips with yours and you let out a sigh of contentment. Finally.
She kissed you with such vigor that your back was slammed against the wall with the force of it, her big hands gripping your hips as she tasted your mouth.
She trailed her lips down your neck, palming your tits and you felt your nipples tighten in pleasure. Your mouth hung open at how good it felt to finally be touched after months of cold nights in bed, missing your wife- and hating yourself for it.
Ellie pulled back, taking you in, and suppressed a moan- you looked wrecked: eyes blow out, lips swollen, thighs pressing together in your tight little yoga pants. “Have to make this quick babe, I got another job in 20 minutes.” Ellie said, though her words didn’t match her eyes. She was looking at you like she wanted to take her sweet time tearing you apart.
You nodded your head jerkily, “I have an idea.”
You clutched your cardigan and pulled it over your head in one swift motion, revealing your stunning bare chest. Your tits jumped with each heavy breath of anticipation you took, effectively hypnotizing Ellie.
“Fuck. Yes. Whatever it is. Yes,” she said, scrambling to take off her coveralls and dirty wifebeater.
You stripped down the rest of the way, leaving a trail of clothing leading to the shower.You turned the knobs, and stepped beneath the cascade of water, beckoning an eager Ellie to join you. Once she did, you could’ve came instantly, the wet slide of her body on yours and the toe curling image of her lithe muscles dripping and glistening with water.
“Let’s put my hard work to use, yeah?” She said, flipping you and tugging your back against her firm chest.
You whimpered from the aggression, head too fuzzy to focus on anything but her hands on your body, “huh?”
Ellie grinned at your fucked-out confusion, before grabbing the shower head. She trailed it over your chest first, watching delighted as the rainfall setting made you shiver. Then she trailed the head down to the heat between your thighs and your knees immediately buckled.
“Oh fuck-” you twisted your head into Ellie as she pressed the shower head deeper and harder against your pussy.
“God you’re sensitive, your wife never make you feel this good?”
You shook your head jerkily, clutching desperately onto Ellie’s forearm, holding on for dear life as the shower head’s stream abused your cunt.
“Yeah? You like that huh, the pressure strong enough for you baby?” She teased, but all your comebacks were gone, your brain was mush, all you could think about was Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.
She knew you were close when your hips started uncontrollably bucking up into her hand, and she could see a few tears mixing with the drool and sweat and shower water.
“You close, angel?”
You nodded, “Please, I need it Ellie. Need to come, please, please, pl-“
Ellie smirked at your begging, and then she switched the nozzle to jet stream and your jaw instantly dropped into a silent scream, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Ellie didn’t let up, she comforted you through your orgasm but made sure the water pulsed right into your clit, holding you against her chest tightly so you couldn’t escape the pleasure. “I know, I know- that’s it baby.” You tried to push her hand away weakly, but she held firm. “Just gimme one more, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded your head and leaned back into her, trusted Ellie to take care of you. She switched the nozzle again to the massage setting, and soon the water was shooting out in tight periodic streams, battering your already sensitive clit, working you up again and edging you closer to a second orgasm. It wasn’t the pressure that sent you over the edge in the end, but the feeling of Ellie grinding her clit against your ass- knowing she was using you to get off, so enamored by the image of teary eyed and blissed out against her, it was all too much. You came so hard the darkness behind your eyelids burst with light, and the only thing tethering you to this plane was Ellie’s heaving breath in your ear as she came right alongside you.
She switched off the shower head, thumping back against the tiles in exhaustion. She held your shaking form in her arms, rubbing your back as you came down from your high.
“Fuck- that was…”
“Incredible? Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” You offered, voice still hoarse from all the screaming.
She laughed, and shook her head, “you’re lucky you’re cute- where’d all that cockiness come from angel?”
“I’m right though.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, and then dipped her head down to kiss you sweetly. Butterflies started to swarm in your tummy at the gentleness. What the fuck?
“Yeah, you are.” She agreed. “So uh… I was thinking maybe one day we could go out for-”
The sound of keys made both of your freeze. Your eyes widened in shock.
“What the f-”
“Shhh!” You slammed a hand over her mouth. Ellie resisted the urge to lick it, knowing this was a serious situation.
You both heard the heavy swoop of the front door swinging open downstairs. Your stomach dropped.
“Honey?” Your wife’s voice called, “I’m home early. Surprise! Where are you bunny?”
date night + morning with ellie! (+ a couple headcanons)
warnings: fluff! fem!reader (reader wears a dress & heels), modern au???? kinda, not really, but STILL! IDK!!! ALSO, mentions of pot/weed/reefer/mary jane/ganja... u know ;)
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for WEEKS! like seriously.. i forgot about it… also ty for 100+ followers?? i’ve only had this acc for a few weeks? sooooo ty!!! (´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
getting ready for date night with ellie takes longer than the date itself!
she always wants you to do her hair (she picks the same style almost every time) and her makeup (usually a little bit of concealer, dark eyeshadow, some mascara, and more often than not, a dark-reddish lip tint/lipstick)
but of course, it’s all an act to get you to be close to her and so she can get a good look at you :)
by the time you’re finished getting the both of yourselves ready, it’ll be too late to go to the fancy restaurant that you‘d had a reservation for.
“it’s fine, babe. we’ll stay in.” she says, her head tilting as she studies the way your dress hugs your waist and your hips, a grin forming on her face. “yea… we’ll definitely stay in.”
the one time you guys end up being ready on time, she wears a loose-fitting suit (becuz she’s classy like that), she prefers the darker shades to match with the makeup you did for her.
her accessories include TONS of rings, including the matching promise ring that she’d gotten for the two of you. i feel like she has 2 silver necklaces, one being a sorta chunky silver chain and a heart locket with a picture of you in it :(
and guys…. wouldn’t it be so fun and so silly and goofy if ellie wore matching underwear set with the reader? like….. HELLO?
during dinner (whether it’s at home or at the actual restaurant), she’s always staring at you, into your eyes, at your hair, at your body. 'god, she’s gorgeous.' she thinks to herself, watching as you eat your food. 'fuck.. i'm so lucky to have her.'
omg ellie has PAGES and PAGES dedicated to you in her notebook. if she could fill up her entire notebook with drawings, poems, and little details about you, she would.
but obviously she can’t because she needs it for her missions, and it’s best to travel lightly on them.
periodically, you’ll look up to see her sketching in her notebook. but when you try to take a peak, she covers up her pages with her hands. “babe!!” you whine, “let me see!!!” she groans and places her notebook in your hands.
as soon as your eyes hit the pages, you see detailed and pretty accurate drawings.. of you. “are these all me, ellie?” you gasp, and look up at her. she’s already looking away, a flustered and palming the back of her neck.
she mumbles something under her breath, but you can’t quite make out what. “what? i can’t hear you..” you reply to her mumbling. “i said… yes.” she responds, turning to face you, her freckled cheeks still flushed.
as soon as the two of you leave and get home, you shower her with kisses, placing your lips all over her face, neck, and face (basically wherever you can!)
i feel like ellie would be the type of person to order chicken tenders/a burger at whatever restaurant she’s at.
she doesn’t like changing up her orders too often, but she’ll definitely end up eating half of your meal as well :’)
it’s usually super late when the two of you get home. as you set down your stuff, you can feel ellie’s guitar-calloused fingers feel up and down your arms, her lips peppering soft and light kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders.
“let’s go to bed, angel..” you hear her grumble behind you. she guides you upstairs, her hands placed on your hips, lightly pushing you up the stairs.
ellie LOVES to take care of you. taking your heels off, helping you out of your dress, taking your hair down/putting it up. the whole SHEBANG!!
but she’s also a big softie and loves when you return the favor :(
she absolutely loves your touch and feeling your soft hands and your delicate fingers gliding up and down her skin.
cuddling with ellie is usually short, but sweet. she likes to be little spoon most of the time, but since she falls asleep so quickly, she almost always ends up wiggling her way out of your grasp.
on the contrary, when you’re little spoon, her grip on you is so tight that you guys wake up the next morning in the same position. and thats how you know the sleep was good.
“so… how would you rate our date?” she asks, her eyes closed, already drifting off to sleep.
+++
you find yourself waking up the next morning to ellie’s side of the bed empty. “..ellie?” you call out. no response. as soon as you get up and walk halfway down the stairs, your nostrils are hit with a mixing aroma of both pot and…. bacon?
when you spot ellie, she has a spatula in one hand and the other is gripping the handle of the pan. 6 thick slices of bacon dance on the face of the pan as ellie exhales smoke through her nose.
when she finally realizes you were standing at the edge of the counter, she makes her way over to you, slightly blowing smoke into your mouth as she leans in to kiss you “good morning!" she says, taking the joint out of her mouth, and placing a deep kiss on your lips. "mmm my sweet girl.” she hums.
laying back with ellie on your stomach, hands softly scratching in her scalp as she wears it down for once. her eyes rolled back and closed in comfort. you sit up, suddenly, shifting the weight to your hands as you lean back.
she groans at the loss, furrowing her brows, “what?”
“nothing. just wanna look at you.” you say, hearing the dreaminess in your own voice.
her eyes flutter open, a growing grin on her lips, “that's kinda gay, babe.”
you immediately roll your eyes, sure you can see brain, “shut the fuck uppp.”
“oh, did i ruin your moment, baby? i’m sorry.” she lifts and turns, giving you a short kiss. chuckling a little when you trail after her as she pulls back.
she turns, plops her head back onto your lap and hums expectantly. you bring your hand down, moving the hair from the centre of her forehead, and lean down to kiss the spot. her eyebrow inclines slightly, a small smile creeping in. you brush over her cheek, then kiss there, too. then the other. then her nose.
ellie's nose crinkles, her grin taking up half her face now as she stifles a giggle, “what're you doing?”
“can i not kiss my girl anymore?” you murmur eyes running over every inch of her face, grinning at the coy blush on her cheeks.
“whatever.” she mumbles, pretending she's not practically melting under your touch.
author's note; booooo ‼️🍅🍅 sorry this is NOT my best but I like. Thought it? Definitely not double checked and this has been in my drafts LONG enough. I'll try to convince myself to post my bazillion requests later, though!!!!! again pls pls give me thoughts and constructive criticism because... this could have been better probably. or actually, this is amazing and I'm a perfect authour. (delusion 😍) creds to @ cafekitsune for the dividers !!!
pairing: brother's best friend! ellie williams x f!reader
summary: the last time ellie saw you, you were sweet and innocent. now, a year has passed and you've grown up.
content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, a bit of angst, r has a tramp stamp (lower back tattoo) & is described to be a party girl, brief dry-humping/grinding, strap-on use (r!receiving), reverse cowgirl & doggystyle, praise & degradation, use of terms pretty girl & princess, ellie calls the strap her cock
a/n: very loosely inspired by that one ph video..iykyk! also, named after the am song bc i think it give the vibes i was going for teehee
The last time Ellie saw you, it was the summer before your freshman year of college. You were still rather innocent, not yet tainted by the bad behavior of others your age. You didn't party, kept away from alcohol and drugs, and preferred to spend your Friday nights reading in your room.
That was how she remembered you, her best friend's cute younger sister. She knew better than to get involved with you, honest to God, she did. The first day the two of you met, your brother had stated that if she were to get too close, she'd find herself with a black eye and a restraining order.
But the last day before you left for college, Ellie found herself uneasy. She was nervous, nervous to be around you.
So when she found herself alone with you in your childhood bedroom, your brother stuffing your luggage into the car, Ellie felt herself losing her cool.
It was an innocent kiss, sweet and meaningful. One that started when you began to pull away from her hug and looked at her with those beautiful doe-eyes. Her lips found yours with ease like she had been waiting for this moment.
The sweet sigh that escaped you was what urged Ellie to pull away. She let her slim hands drop from your sides and turned away from you, awkwardly rubbing her neck. Ellie mumbled something along the lines of a 'sorry' and a 'goodbye' before going downstairs to talk to your brother.
That was over a year ago when you were just nineteen. Now, you were back for the summer, excited to spend time with your brother after being swamped all year.
You were different now, to say the least. Even though you were still funny and caring, you were far from the innocent girl Ellie once saw you as.
You partied, you drank, and now you spent your Friday nights in the beds of hot girls who caught your eye.
The morning after you arrived home, Ellie stumbled upon you in the kitchen. She was staying with your brother for the summer, and while she knew you would come home eventually, she didn't expect you to be so...changed.
You wore a fitted baby tee, cropped just above your navel, and a pair of snug, light-wash jean shorts that seemed to end right where your ass met your thighs. It was something Ellie would have never pictured you in.
You glanced at Ellie from where you stood in front of the fridge.
"Oh, hey, Ellie," You greeted her softly, returning your focus to the contents of the refrigerator.
"Y/n, I didn't know you were back."
"Got in last night," You hummed, closing the fridge door with your hip.
"Almost didn’t recognize you,” She chuckled awkwardly. “You seem..."
"Sluttier?" You muttered. It wouldn't be your first, not even your third time hearing that one. It was a comment your old friends from high school loved to whisper to one another when encountering you on campus.
"Older." Ellie rasped, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants and briefly looking down at her feet.
"Hm," You shrugged and bent down to rifle through a cabinet under the kitchen counter. Ellie's breath hitched slightly when she caught a glimpse of thick, dark lines imprinted on your lower back when you bent down.
A tattoo? She thought to herself as a bright pink blush painted her cheeks. The old you would never get a tattoo, you were always scared of how permanent tattoos were.
"I think I'm going to go for a morning swim in the lake, want to join?" Your eyes darted over to her green ones as you asked.
"I'll have to pass, maybe some other time," Ellie said. You shrugged and brushed past her to slip out the back door. Watching you walk down the grassy path toward the lake, Ellie groaned softly and turned to go back upstairs.
You weren’t the sweet, pure girl she once thought you to be. You were a woman now. And Ellie was fucking screwed.
~~~~
You found yourself on the couch with your brother and Ellie later that week. The sun was long gone, and the only sounds you could hear were the crickets in the backyard and the audio from the movie playing on the tv.
Your brother sat between you and Ellie, chewing loudly on popcorn and whispering little comments about the movie to Ellie as they watched.
You stared at the tv lamely, you eyes occasionally flicking over to Ellie’s face. She looked just as bored as you were, a little tense if that. Was your presence affecting her?
After the movie finished, your elder brother stretched his hands high above his head and yawned.
“I’m heading upstairs, you coming Ellie?” He asked as he stood from the couch.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll be up in a few minutes.” She nodded and watched as he trudged up the stairs.
You flipped through the channels on the tv, purposefully staying silent as you felt Ellie’s eyes bore into you. It was the first time you two had been left alone with one another since your first morning back.
“It’s rude to stare, Els.” You mumbled as you put on another movie. You heard her take a deep breath and shift slightly.
“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” She whispered.
“Ellie—” You sighed.
“Listen, I shouldn’t have kissed you before you left. I know it was wrong.” Ellie interrupted. “But I don’t regret it, and I’m sorry for the pain I must’ve caused you.”
You turned to look at her finally.
“God, you’re such an asshole, Ellie.” You breathed.
“I know,” She said in a voice just louder than a whisper.
“After you kissed me, I lost myself a little bit. I was so confused and I didn’t want to even think about you,” You bit your lip. Every word you were saying was true, you didn’t want to think about Ellie, even just seeing your brother mention her name in a text made you think about the kiss.
You hated it, you didn’t want to think about the kiss because then your mind reminded you how she cowered away after. How she bolted the minute your lips parted. How the girl you had secretly pined after for so many years had simply left after kissing you.
It gave you a reason to drink, to party a little harder than you should’ve. You tried to forget, and you seeked comfort in the arms of different girls.
“And now, well now I’ve changed. I’m not that quiet girl who read on the porch while you did stick-and-poke tattoos with my brother beside me.” You laughed weakly. “I doubt that kiss meant anything to you, but it meant everything to me, and you fucking left without saying a word.”
Ellie stared at you for a moment, her mouth slightly open.
“You’re wrong,” She stated. “It meant so much to me, so much. It was shitty of me to kiss you then, but now that you know how I feel? I’m glad I did it. I would have talked to you and explained myself, I really would have, but I’m a fucking idiot, and I got scared. Does that make you feel better?” Ellie’s voice was a mix of a whisper and a shout as her wide eyes searched yours.
Your breath stuttered slightly as you took in Ellie's expression. You had known her since you were merely ten years old when she was thirteen, and she had just met your brother. All those years of summers and weekends spent together, and you had never seen her look like this.
Her emerald eyes were full of need, love, and something else. Regret? Something like that. She looked thirsty, thirsty for your touch, your forgiveness, your loving.
Just like that moment a year ago, you leaned in your lips mere inches away from Ellie's. You felt her hot breath tickle your lips as she exhaled shakily.
The sound of your brother walking down the stairs caused you to pull away from Ellie. He rifled through a cabinet, presumably looking for a midnight snack as you stood from the couch. Without another word, you walked past him and went to your room.
You typed a quick message and sent it to Ellie.
R: come to my room once my brother is asleep?
E: I'll be there.
Waiting for her was torturous, like waiting for a storm during a drought. Everything was on the table now after both of you completely spilled your hearts out of one another. Hearing that gentle knock on your door made your heart race. With a low creak, you opened your wooden door and tugged Ellie inside your room.
It was still girlish and organized from your high school years, tiny Polaroids and colorful posters littered your walls. It was home, like a snapshot of your old self.
Ellie looked at you with an unreadable expression, her hands slowly finding their way to your waist.
“Tell me you want this,” She breathed, leaning her forehead against yours and closing her eyes.
“I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more.” You placed your hands on both sides of her face and leaned in to gently brush your lips against hers. It was just the ghost of a kiss, but as soon as it happened, it was like something snapped inside both of you.
Gentle, loving kisses quickly turned into ones full of fiery and heated passion. Ellie's hands roamed your body, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer to her.
Stumbling backward, your legs hit the edge of your bed, and you tugged Ellie down with you. She giggled softly against your skin, pulling you to straddle her hips.
"I've wanted this..." Ellie groaned softly as your teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her neck. "For so long..." She whispered and let her eyes shut. Her hands gripped at the flesh of your ass, slowly grinding your crotch against hers. A sharp gasp left your puffy lips as the friction rubbed against your clit and sent a wave of pleasure through you.
"My brother would kill you if he knew," You whimpered as her hands moved your hips back and forth against hers.
"So don't let him find out," Ellie chuckled and brushed her calloused thumb against your cheek. "Stay quiet, and we'll be fine. Yeah?" With that, she dragged your clothed cunt across her own, letting out ragged breaths as the two of you needily ground your hips against one another.
"M-More, Ellie," You whispered as you grasped tightly at the hem of her t-shirt.
"What do you need? My fingers?" She squeezed your ass.
"Well," You bit your lip and hesitantly climbed off Ellie. You knelt down to the side of your bed and grabbed a box from underneath your bed. Just about the size of a shoe box, Ellie looked at you with a questioning expression. "I have this, it's brand new."
Shyly, you passed a thick purple strap-on to Ellie, your face hot as she glanced at it.
"Have you...used one of these before?" She asked cautiously. Ellie was soaked at the mere idea of fucking you with a strap, but she didn't want to rush you into anything you weren't completely sure of.
You nodded slowly. "Have you?" She bit her cheek and nodded as well. It wasn't surprising, Ellie had been popular with girls since the beginning of high school and was far from a virgin.
"Okay, are you sure you want this? 'Cause once we do this, there isn't any going back." Ellie murmured as she leaned in close to your face.
"I'm sure, Els." You kissed her softly and watched as she quickly stripped herself of her baggy sweatpants. Ellie slid the dark straps around her hips, allowing the strap-on to rest comfortably over her navy blue boxers. Effortlessly, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor of your dark room.
She chuckled softly when she caught you staring at her toned torso. "Can't fuck you with your clothes on, princess." Ellie grinned and glanced down at your flowy pajama shorts. You tugged your shorts off first, then your shirt came off, leaving you in only your panties.
"Jesus Christ...what am I supposed to do with you?" Ellie mumbled as she watched you lay back on the bed and spread your legs for her.
"Whatever you want,"
Ellie narrowed her eyes slightly, tracing over your nude figure. "Get up," You wasted no time obeying her command, standing up and waiting at the edge of the bed for her next instruction.
She sat down on your bed, stretching out her legs and leaning against your headboard. Ellie pat her thigh. "C'mon,"
You straddle her hips, the dildo resting against your backside as you kiss her feverishly. Ellie took a deep breath and slid her hand past the waistband of your panties, and gently touched your sensitive clit. She brushed the tip of her middle finger along your aching slit, mouth falling slightly agape as her finger slid against your wetness.
"So fucking wet," You gasped sharply and bucked your hips against her touch. "Bet you don't even need my fingers, already so wet for me, could probably just put the strap in right now," Ellie muttered against your ear as her fingers teased you.
"P-Please..."
"Please what?" Ellie cooed, her hands drifting to palm at the exposed skin of your ass.
"Fuck me, please fuck me," Ellie chuckled and pat your hip.
“Turn around, pretty girl,” You bit your bottom lip and slowly turned your back to Ellie, your hips hovering over hers as you tentatively waited for her next instruction.
"Look, you can see yourself in the mirror," Ellie grinned and pointed to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room that was angled toward the bed. "Raise your hips and keep your eyes on the mirror." Your gaze drifted back to the mirror, one your brother and Ellie had put together for you many summers ago.
The sight you saw in the reflection was wrong, it was all plain wrong. Your brother's childhood best friend aligning the tip of the strap with your entrance, your panties pushed to the side, and concentration painting her face.
A choked moan escaped your lips as Ellie gently pulled your hips down onto the dildo. You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, a weak attempt at muffling the cries of pleasure that left you.
"That's it, yeah, ride me, pretty girl," Ellie guided your hips, her hands splayed out across your ass, two thumbs aligning with the dimples of your lower back. She watched in awe as you began to follow her lead, slowly bouncing on her strap.
"Takin' me so good- knew you'd be all ready for my cock," Ellie grunted. You felt her thumbs swipe back and forth against your lower back as she mumbled incoherent praises. "God, you're so sexy...fucking love this tattoo..." Ellie breathed heavily as she stared at the dark ink that painted your skin.
It didn't take long for you to begin moving without her guidance. Your slow movements turned frantic and needy while pleasure burned deep inside of you. You had been fucked with strap-ons before, but it had never felt quite like this. This was more than just meaningless sex.
With each buck of your hips, each movement you made, the strap pushed against your g-spot and ever so slightly brushed against your cervix, stimulating all of the most sensitive spots inside of you.
"E-Ellie-" You whimpered, reaching a hand behind you. Ellie groaned and quickly intertwined a hand with yours.
"Holy fuck," She whispered as she looked over at your reflection in the mirror. Your breasts bounced slightly every time you quickly sunk down onto the toy, and your expression twisted into one of pure ecstasy. Not to mention, the way your ass rippled when the skin slapped against hers made Ellie nearly lose her mind. Everything was too much, and she could hardly decide where to keep her eyes, or her hands for that matter.
Her large hands squeezed at the fat of your ass, digging her fingers into your skin. Then she slapped the flesh playfully, just enough for the sting to fade into pleasure.
"I-I'm gonna-" You gasped sharply as you felt a familiar tension growing deep inside you.
"Get on your hands and knees. I'll get you there, princess," Ellie murmured. You nodded and did as she said, leaning forward into doggy style. Ellie paused for a moment to realign the strap with your cunt and to grasp at the waistband of your panties.
Soon, Ellie began to thrust into you quickly and deeply. She dragged your hips against hers by the band of your underwear, pulling you back and forth on her fake cock like you were some sort of doll for her to use.
A loud smack echoed throughout your bedroom when Ellie slapped your ass. You moaned into the fluffy bedsheets you were pressed up against.
"My brother- he's gonna hear us-" You whined as you glanced back at Ellie with glassy eyes.
"Don't worry about that, pretty girl, he sleeps like the dead." Ellie laughed softly as she plunged deep inside of you.
"Oh! There! Right there!" You practically sobbed when she repeated the same movement over and over again until your legs were shaking. On the verge of your orgasm, your body buzzed with pleasure, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. "Mmh- Els, m'gonna.."
"Yeah, cum for me princess, cum all over my cock." She whispered as her thumbs traced the intricate lines of your tattoo and her hips slapped against yours. One of her hands slid around your waist and moved down to begin quickly circling your clit. Ellie was desperate to get you off, she wanted to watch as you lost control of your body and experienced an intense orgasm.
That was enough to push you over the edge, you screamed into the bedsheets as you felt your body stiffen and shake against Ellie's. Her thrusts slowed but didn't completely stop, as she wanted to prolong that climax as much as she could. Your senses were clouded with nothing but white-hot pleasure while you rode out the rest of your orgasm.
After what felt like a few very long moments, Ellie slowly pulled out of you and sat back on the bed. She undid the straps on her hips and placed the toy on your bedside table.
"C'mere, pretty girl..." She cooed softly as she gently picked you up and pulled you into her arms. Ellie lay with you in the bed, her fingers lightly tracing patterns along the skin of your back as she cuddled you. "You did so good, you're so perfect..." She said quietly.
You hummed softly in response and closed your eyes.
"You better get back to my brother's room, he wouldn't be happy to see you coming out of my room in the morning."
"I know, but I'll stay until you fall asleep. Don't worry about me, princess." And for once, you listen to her. You focused on the heat Ellie's body radiated against yours and how peaceful you felt in her loving embrace. It felt right.
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tags: @asteroidzzzn , @ellabsprincess , @ximtiredx
You feel so good around my fingers baby. You’re so warm and tight. You twitch so cutely whenever I press right here. Your clit looks so proud and pretty, she’s begging for attention.
"what would you do if i went to touch you now?" — ellie williams
i never thought i'd write ellie tbh. when i started writing on here i was super set on pedro's characters and threw in tommy and tess in there too, but i always felt weird?? writing ellie, but THEN i read some masterpieces and i was like lol hold on?? i want in on that too.
so here we are with an ellie fic. normally i read her as a dom/top and kinda mean but i wanted to switch(literally) things up a bit heh. ok enjoy <33
and yes i was listeing to i can see you (taylor's version) while writing this ♡
pairing: ellie williams x f!reader
context: ellie hates it when you're not paying attention to her
contains: wlw relationship, moderndayau!, whiny ellie (dying), oral, fingering, ellie's a switch?? wow, face sitting (i literally screamed into my pillow), cuddling!!!, ellie begging??omg yes pls, reader being more of a dom, ellie being a bit of a brat. literally just lesbians i mean what more could you want.
no use of y/n
mdni
my masterlist ♡
enjoy♡
The paintbrush in your fingers was coated in a gorgeous cerulean color, complimenting the rest of the hues across your canvas. With another paintbrush between your teeth, you switched the two, dipping one in the jar of water next to you to clean it off. The light coming from the window to your right casted a golden glow on the canvas, almost blinding you when you too a step back to see where you were with the progress.
You took the brush out of the water, using the end of your dress to wipe it clean.
You'd bought the dress second hand for the purpose of painting in it and somewhat destroying it when you used it as a rag. But that's what made it beautiful. What once was a plain cotton dress, was now a soft canvas on your body, hugging every curve with a different color. It was especially comfortable during warmer days, letting your legs cool off while you painted.
As you sighed, rubbing your neck for a second, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lips kissing the open skin of your shoulder. You absentmindedly smiled, feeling Ellie's chin rest on your shoulder as her curious eyes danced across the canvas, following your brush.
You'd been together long enough to understand what she was doing. Ellie had never been one to initiate physical contact besides a quick kiss to your lips or cheek before leaving. You didn't mind it; you liked being the initiator. But today she was feeling a little extra lonely when she came over to your apartment.
She didn't think you'd be cooped up in the studio all day, painting while she watched TV in your living room, groaning in boredom when you didn't bat an eye at her and rolled her eyes when she realized you were too immersed and concentrated in your work than giving all that attention to her.
"Babe..?" She said in your ear, fingers pushing away loose strands of your bun from the back of your neck. She placed a kiss there, closing her eyes as she took in your scent.
You kept your eyes on the painting, almost hearing the subtle smirk in her voice while you took the last bit of mixed paint from your palette with your brush and coated it on the canvas. "Hm?"
Ellie's warm breath hit your neck as she sighed, her hands traveling down to your hips as she gave you a light squeeze. You felt her press herself against you, your ass flush against her.
"C'mon, you know what I want." Her voice drawled out, glancing at the side of your face to see the subtle smile you hid behind a strand of hair.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ellie." You teased further.
Her hand went forward on your stomach, lips pressing to your neck and shoulder. Slowly, she bunched up the material of your dress, sliding her hand under it to caress your bare stomach.
"Oh, yeah?" She said, humming. "I wish I could believe you."
You couldn't hide your smile anymore as you bit your lip, stifling a giggle in the back of your throat. Her hand moved from your stomach and you could hear the floor creaking as she moved behind you, making the smallest of noises as she knelt down, except you didn't know that.
When her hands slid down from your waist, to the sides of your thighs, she glided them back to your ass, squeezing and kneading it in her hands. Your eyes closed, feeling the wetness between your folds start to increase and soak your panties slowly. The brush in your fingers trembled and you gripped it tighter, trying to keep your composure.
"Ellie…" You breathed out, feeling the way she pushed the back of your dress up your ass. Her fingers found the elastic of your panties, slowly sliding them down and leaving them at your knees. "Ellie, I need to finish this…"
Your voice wavered and you dropped the brush on the ground, paint splattering on the wood floors. Ellie's smile widened as her hands spread your asscheeks, kissing your soft skin and dipping her head between your legs without a second thought. Her tongue found your pussy and she gave it a little lick, making you slightly bend over and catch yourself on the little wooden table of art supplies before you.
"You can finish." She said, bringing her hand up to drag a finger between your folds. "Don't mind me, baby, it's like I'm not even here."
You sucked in a breath, laughing quietly. "You're mad, aren't you?"
"Me? No, of course not." She kissed the flesh of your ass, fingers working between your folds and gathering up the slick you provided just for her.
"Don't lie, I know you are." You breathed out, clenching your jaw as you bit down on your teeth.
Ellie's tongue took another lick at your pussy, sending a jolt up your spine and your fingers gripped the edge of your work table, cursing under your breath. Her hands slid down your legs, pulling up your panties and adjusting them into place. She moved to get back up, but not before she placed her fingers on your clothed cunt, rubbing the material to make it gather up your wetness and leave you feeling desperate for her just as much as she was for you.
"You're horrible." You chuckled, turning around to face her.
Your eyes fell upon her hooded ones as she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you up against her as yours went around her waist.
"Am I?" She tilted her head, tugging at the hair tie that barely held your bun in place and watching at the way your hair cascaded down when she tugged it off. Her fingers brushed a few hairs behind your ears, giving you a smile.
"Very much, yes."
Ellie rolled her eyes, pulling you towards her as she pampered kisses on your cheeks, using her hand on your jaw to tilt your head and move to your neck. "I want your attention. Give me it."
You laughed, fingers slightly digging into her waist. "You're needy."
"Mhm…" Ellie chuckled lightly, her tongue licking a long stripe from the nape of your neck to your jawline. "Babe…"
You looked back at her when she moved her head in front of you, her hands on either side of your neck. "I'm all yours, Ellie." You whispered, pressing your lips against her, feeling her smile. God, she was sickeningly addictive. "You've got my attention."
Her grin widened, pulling you in for another kiss and placing a firm hand on your lower back to press you up against her.
"Is that why you've been grouchy all day?" You ask between her lips.
She raises a brow. "I've been grouchy all day? No…" Her tone was fake, sarcasm rolling off her tongue as you let out a giggle.
"Very grouchy."
Your hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it enough to slide your hands underneath. Her lips let out a sigh, muscles relaxing under your touch as you squeezed at her waist. It was her breaking point, you knew that very well.
"Fuck…" She breathed out quietly, the bridge of her nose brushing against your cheek.
"Tell me what you want, Ellie." You leaned in, lips teasing the skin of her neck, finding her collarbone and giving it a gentle suck. "Let me give you all my attention."
Ellie let out a breathy laugh, her hand slipping into yours and she dragged you to your bedroom down the hallway, pushing you on the bed as she climbed on top of you. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her down for another kiss which she gladly returned.
"Can't believe a fucking painting has you more interested than me." She mumbled into your skin, tugging down on the straps of your dress to reveal your breasts. "Next time you want my attention, I won't give it to you. You know, it's only fair."
You couldn't help but smile, knowing she was bluffing more than anything. "Of course, you only play fair."
Ellie hummed, her legs straddling your lap as she sat up, removing her shirt. Your hand instinctively went up her stomach, feeling the soft skin under your touch and finding the curve of her bare breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous." You muttered, sitting up on your forearms to attach your lips to the center of her body.
Ellie smiled in return, her hands tangling in your hair.
"What do you want?" You asked, looking up at her. Hands on her waist, you felt her squirm on top of you, looking for friction as she pressed herself against you.
"Anything." She said out of breath. "I'll take whatever you give me."
"Yeah?" Your lips quirked up, smiling at her. Her giggle echoed as you flipped her over, your legs on each side of her hips. "My needy girl…"
Your words mumbled against her skin as you kissed between her breasts, taking one in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around her nipple, feeling it harden in your mouth and her back slightly arching when you gave it a tug with your teeth. She was in a moment of bliss, eyes closed and jaw slack. Her freckled cheeks were a rosey shade, gentle fingers pushing your hair out of your face.
Her eyes followed you when you sat up, watching the way your fingers bunched up the fabric of your dress and lifted it over your head, discarding it somewhere over your shoulder. She couldn't keep her hands to herself and immediately reached for you, following the curve of your waist to the sensitive skin of your breasts. She sat up on her forearm, kissing the center of your body just as you did to her and opening her mouth for one of your breasts.
With a smile, you cradled her head in your hand, tangling your fingers in her soft brown hair and gently tugging when she flicked the sensitive bud of your nipple with her tongue.
"Fuck, look at you…" She grinned, speaking mostly to herself as her eyes moved themselves all over you, soaking up your image as if it was the last time she'd see it.
"Let me make it up to you." You said, placing your thumbs under her jaw to tilt her head up. "Want you to feel good, hm?"
Ellie's pupils dilated, nodding without a sound when you gently pushed her back down, finding the button of her jeans and tugging them down her legs. Impatience flew through her body and you caught a glimpse of the way she fisted the sheets without much thought. You found a comfortable place between her legs, fingers hooking under her panties and sliding them off.
Quietly, you heard her let out a small whimper at the feel of your kiss against her inner thigh, teasing slowly as you inched towards her aching cunt, practically inviting you in.
"God — Fuck, stop teasing." Her voice strained slightly, head falling back onto the pillow.
"Such a brat, Ellie." You said with fake sympathy, running your hands all over her thighs, moving to her hips and waist. "Ask nicely."
Ellie's hips squirmed, moving them in hopes of getting something out of you, but you barely budged, simply digging your fingers in soft flesh.
She sighed, defeated. "Please…" The tone in her voice oozed embarrassment. This was her role, she was supposed to have you begging, but it'd be a lie if she said she didn't enjoy you taking control. In fact, you were worse than her. You'd edge and tease her until she was a blabbering mess, mind turned into putty and drool mixing with tears, and only then you'd let her come. Unless you were feeling extra mean. "Please, touch me."
A gentle kiss to her mound had her exhaling, head drowning in your soft pillows and your fingers spread her open for yourself, your warm breath hitting her a thousand times more than usual. With a slow lick, your tongue disappeared between her folds, nudging at her clit with the tip of your tongue and she couldn't hold in another whine.
"Taste so sweet, Ellie." You cooed, using a finger to spread her slick all over her pussy, watching the way it glistened for you under the perfect light from your windows. "You sound so pretty when you beg. Let me hear you again, come on."
It was as though her brain constructed the sentence in her mind, but failed to send the signal down to her throat to let the words come out. The only thing she could do was let out a small whimper in response.
"Beg, or I'll stop."
Her head moved to look at you at the tone of your voice; harsh and demanding. "Shit… Please, please…"
"Please what, sweet girl?" You urged and she mumbled something under her breath, pleading eyes looking back at you with desperation and gloss. "Use your words, Ellie. Come on, you're a big girl, right? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Ellie's lips quirked up, shaking her head in disbelief with a breathy laugh. "Fuck you." You smiled at her. "Stop teasing me and touch me."
"Oh, now we're demanding, huh?" You mumbled against the skin of her thigh, sinking your teeth into the flesh and feeling her wince from the pain. "So you can boss me around, but you can't ask nicely? What a shame, Ellie…"
You gave in just slightly, dipping your head to circle her clit with your tongue and releasing it again.
Her mouth opened, breathing out harshly. "Please, I just —"
"You just what, honey?" You held her eyes, fingers playing with her pussy nonchalantly as if you weren't soaking up your own panties, grinding your hips on the mattress for your own pleasure. "Tell me."
"I need you— need you to… Fuck…"
"Poor thing can't even speak." You cooed, finding her hole and pressing your finger against it. She hissed, back arching off the mattress and then you pulled it away, tapping at it a few times as the sound of her wet cunt filled your ears like music. It was your favorite sound. "How will I know what you want now? Guess I'll have to stop until you tell me."
Ellie's eyes slightly widened, feeling you pull your hands off her aching heat and leaving the cold air to hit her skin.
"No, please — Shit, please don't stop." She said, voice laced with despair. "I want you to keep going. I need your fingers, your tongue, please."
A smile crept up on your face, chuckling at the low level of begging you were able to bring her to. Ellie's face flushed, cheeks red and lips swollen as she looked back at you expectantly. "There you go. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Her chest rose up and fell when your lips connected with her pussy, finding her clit immediately and sucking on it. A small noise left her lips and she collapsed further back on the bed, body squirming and hips wriggling under you. You locked her in place, keeping your arms under her thighs and resting your hands on her hips. The soft dip of her hip made you squeeze on it, digging your nails long enough to leave a mark you'd kiss later.
Sliding your fingers between her folds, you gathered up her slick, using it to easily slide your fingers inside her hole, looking down at the way she stretched around you, clenching her walls and trapping you in.
"Oh, fuck…" You watched her put a hand over her face, mouth open and her free hand reached down for yours, holding onto it. You gladly squeezed her hand in assurance, placing your lips back on her clit as you began to pump your fingers in and out of her.
The sound of her squelching pussy mixed with her agonizing and needy moans almost drove you to insanity, making your own walls clench around nothing as you pressed your hips down on the mattress and grinded them.
Completely lost in your touch, Ellie couldn't utter anything else other than pleads, begging for a release only you could give her.
"I got you, baby." You mumbled, feeling her tighten against your fingers as if almost crushing them. "So sensitive…"
A dragged out whine left her lips, hips thrashing under you and her mouth opened to let out a moan.
"Gonna come on my tongue, pretty girl?" You looked up at her, eyes falling on her heaving chest. "Go ahead, let me taste you."
She wasn't sure if she heard you or not, but her orgasm washed through just then, coating your fingers just in time. You pulled out of her hole, tongue lapping at the juices she spilled for you. You hummed at the taste of her, mouth full of her slick. She felt you moving above her and opened her eyes, your fingers pushing down on her jaw and she opened her mouth, tongue out as you let all the gathered up juices in your mouth drip down your tongue and onto hers, smiling when she closed her mouth and swallowed without being told.
Ellie's lips curved up, a giggle that turned into laughter making its way into your ears. Your own laugh mixed with her, arms wrapping around you and she pulled you down, gently turning you over on your back. Her lips attached to yours, tasting her yet again in your mouth when her tongue swirled with yours, teeth biting down on your lower lip as she pulled back.
"Gonna let me return the favor?" She smiled, thumb grazing your bottom lip to gently tug it down. She watched you nod, your eyes glossing over with lust and desire for anything she had to offer.
With curious eyes, you watched as she laid back down on her back, a grin plastered on her face.
"Come on. Take a seat." She took your hand gently, pulling it to her lips to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
Eagerly, you got up, throwing your leg on the other side of her face and catching a glimpse of the way she bit her lip in anticipation. She moved under you, hands on your hips as she adjusted herself to align your heat with her mouth. Her sharp look locked onto your and she raised a brow.
"Sweetheart, I said sit, not hover." She said.
You stuttered for a second, looking down at her as you used the wall for support. "Ellie, you'll suffocate —"
"—Yeah, I want to. Now sit." At the last word, she squeezed at your hips and pulled you down, spreading your legs further apart until your weight was fully on her face. With a firm hand, she gripped the soft flesh of your ass, kneading it in her hand. "Yeah, there you go. Look so pretty like this, don't you?"
She didn't let you respond, her tongue already slipping between your sticky folds and gathering your sweet slick. Your eyes fell closed, listening to the way she hummed into your pussy, her eyes never leaving your face, even when you looked away. One of her hands moved, pressing her palm on your belly while her thumb moved to your sensitive clit and began to gently rub.
"Oh, fuck — Ellie…" Your body jerked forward, nails digging into the wall before you.
Her tongue lapped at your needy cunt, listening to you whine and beg sweetly for her to go faster, to rub your clit quicker.
"See, I'm not a monster like you, babe." She mocked, sucking your bud into her mouth. "I'll make sure you come without having to beg. You know, just to balance things out."
You chuckled above her, moving a hand down to fist her hair into your palm and she groaned. "Fuck you."
"You already did."
When she felt you trying to squirm away, your hips lifting off her face to escape the rigorous pace and rhythm she settled for, her arms locked you in place, pushing your further down onto her face until her nose brushed against your clit. Your cried out, jutting your hips and riding her face as her eyes closed and her tongue didn't settle for less.
"God, fuck — Ellie, please." You pleaded, mouth open as your throat dried out from heavy breaths. Your forehead pressed against the wall, holding yourself with your arm against it and tugging at her hair. "Oh my God, right there."
"I know, I know." She mumbled, moving a hand to cup your ass. "And you call me sensitive."
Your core tightened, her arms holding you down forcefully and that had you wondering where the fuck she got all that strength from. Biting down on your lip, her ears picked up the sound of your dragged out whines, soon to become moans as your cheeks turned a crimson red.
"You gonna come on my face?"
You nodded absentmindedly. "Yes."
"Yeah? Come on, I want you soaking me up."
Her words gave you one last push, your mouth falling open with no sound coming out and your body stilled for a second, feeling the release in your system. You shook and trembled above her, sounds leaving your lips as you fought to catch your breath. Ellie's gentle hands ran up your waist to your back, gently scratching your skin with her nails.
She held your hand as you climbed off her, immediately turning to engulf you in her arms. Her face nuzzled in your neck as she wrapped her arms around you from behind, taking in a breath to inhale your scent. Your own arms wrapped around hers, intertwining your fingers with hers.
"You should pay more attention to me." You heard her mumble, making you laugh quietly.
"You should try harder if you want it."
"Oh, screw you." She pushed your shoulder with a laugh, turning you around to face her. Her eyes softened at your face, the way your eyes almost sparkled and glowed, cheeks red as your body came down from its high. "I'm so fucking in love with you."
"I know. You better be."
You smiled, scooting closer until your head nestled in her chest, arms around her waist as she cradled your head, throwing a leg over your waist.
rockstar guitarist! ellie williams who gets crazy rushes of adrenaline before a show. it’s addictive and even without the floods of bourbon and nicotine pumping through her veins, she’s ecstatic. to calm herself down just enough to function properly on stage, she’s locking you both in the dressing room for a quickie.
rockstar guitarist! ellie who fucks you hard and fast 5 minutes before going on stage, adoring the way your eyes screw tight and you bite down on her fingers you’re deep throating to keep quiet.
rockstar guitarist! ellie who hastily kisses your cheek with a sheepish “thanks babe, you’re the best” causing you to roll your eyes as she races out the door with her guitar and her jeans barely buttoned.
rockstar guitarist! ellie who knows about your (and the fans) fixation with her hands. so while her slender digits move hypnotically over the strings to the chords of your favorite song — you don’t miss the cherry red stains that cover her knuckles and her promise ring. the same cherry red shade of your lipstick from earlier. the same lipstick you wore as you deepthroated her fingers.
cw: literally just soft abby <3 first time with abby’s strap :)
the first time abby ever used her strap on you is something that stays in both of your minds. especially at night with your hands down your pants. it was just that mind blowing. you thought you met god, abby thought she was god.
both of you had been too nervous to bring it up originally. abby felt too nervous about it— she was worried it’d be too much too soon for you. you felt too shy— you didn’t want to scare away your freshly official relationship. it was only after after a few glasses of wine did you bring it up to abby. you thought she’d forgotten after that night… but you were so, so wrong.
abby decided to bring it out exactly two weeks later. she spent extra time working her fingers in and out of you; multiple orgasms came your way. she could tell you wanted something more due to your constant pleas of wanting something unnamed. with a quick peck to the lips after your second orgasm, abby wordlessly walked over to her closet, ignoring your confused whines.
you could’ve sworn your eyes popped out of your head the second you saw what was now hanging around her hips as she stalked back over to you. a very visible smirk formed as she saw your pupils blow out with lust. so, yeah, she definitely thought you were ready now.
“lay back for me. gonna give you my cock now. my baby wants it, huh? can see how desperate you are,” is the only thing she said before joining you on the bed again.
“y-yeah. ‘m ready,” spilled out of your puffy red lips as your body hit those satin sheets once again.
and with that, she had your legs open, making your back arch up a bit. you watched her face grow softer as she speaks to you, “deep breath, okay? gonna make you feel so good. you let me know if it hurts too much, got it?”
your nod wasn’t enough for her. “no, baby. need to hear you say it.”
“fuck. yes! swear i’m ready abs,” you instantly agreed. you couldn’t have been more ready, horny, or desperate for it.
she kisses your head again, her silent way of giving you comfort before she experimentally rubs the tip of her strap up and down your slit. she watched you grow wetter again— she knew you were ready for her to fuck you.
the purple silicon starts to slowly fill you up. she starts with the head, letting you adjust slowly. your girlfriend goes inch by inch until she’s bottomed out into you. she lets you adjust to the feeling of being filled by her. you eventually nod, giving her permission to move.
“gonna fuck you now. being such a good girl for me.” it’s the only thing abby says before she slowly thrusts in and out of you.
as her pace picks up, so do your moans. the way you moan her name is making her feel like she can feel how tight you are. like she could cum just from this. you both wonder why you didn’t do this sooner.
abby cursed under her breath as she watched you practically throw yourself into a rhythm, making her pick up the pace. each thrust had you both feeling some type of way. you could see abby’s slick through her now ruined boxers. the views you both had feel pornographic. your legs around abby’s shoulders, abby’s braid becoming undone, the loud moaning— everything felt euphoric.
faster and faster, abby slammed into you. her pace now felt bruising. chasing your orgasm is the only thing on your mind right now. nothing has ever compared to the way you feel right now. could you make it last forever? you sure hoped so.
abby was the first to reach her orgasm. you watched her ride out her orgasm as she grinds her clit against the harness with each thrust into you. her undone braid, flushed cheeks, and moans started to push you over the edge. your orgasm followed soon after hers— it’s everything you wanted and more.
both of your bodies practically collapsed onto the bed the second your highs are over. yeah, you decided you want this to to happen again and again and again. you’re sure abby feels the same way based on how she was staring at you. who knew seven inches of plastic could bring such an addicting orgasm.
ellie would definitely be rough, i can see her choking you to keep your focus on her.
picture her fucking you deep with her strap, going so hard on you that you can't even talk, only little whimpers leaving your lips as your eyes are shut closed. but that's not what she wants. one thing ellie loves is eye contact, so she's immediately wrapping her hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.
"hey, hey, hey. look at me. look at me" she says breathlessly, applying more pressure with each word, "keep your eyes on me"
once you're finally looking at her with needy eyes and furrowed brows, she's loosening her grip, letting you breathe for a moment before going tighter again with a smirk, enjoying your desperate gaze as you moan in bliss.
abby on the other hand, i see as more gentle with it. she'd probably choke you to make you stay still and not as a power thing.
maybe she has you pinned against the wall, fingering you relentlessly. and you're so close to your orgasm, so close you can feel it already. and your knees buckle, threatening to give up on you as the pleasure becomes too much, too overwhelming for you.
abby obviously notices your shaky legs and brings one of her big hands to your neck, gripping it tightly to hold you up in place. she's not squeezing too much, but the pressure is enough to make breathing slightly difficult, making you feel deliciously lightheaded. and that's all it takes to push you over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure crushing over you with so much force that if it weren't for her support you'd already be on the floor.
can't stop thinking about ellie and abby fucking you while you tear up because of how good they make you feel <3 specifically sweet!abby and mean!ellie <3
"why is my pretty girl crying, mh?" "feels too good, love? that makes you cry?" "gonna cum for me?" Abby
and
"gonna keep crying on my fingers baby?" "yeah, let me see those tears while i fuck you" "god, you're such a mess" Ellie
warnings: wlw, fingering, p0rn w no plot, dom/sub dynamic, oral, that should be it?
"Goddamnit I said hold still!"
Your muscles were absolutely useless, except for the ones clamping down on her fingers. As much as you tried to fight it, Abby's thumb pressed against your tender, slick clit was making your eyes roll and your brain slip out of your ear. Everything below your belly button was hot and slippery.
"I can't-"
"Shut up. You're gonna cum for me." Somehow she found more power in her already strained, flexed arm.
That wasn't a question. Not when her thumb was replaced with her sloppy tongue and made the noises echoing from your cunt even more grossly delicious. She had a technique, one that made the space between your hips catch on fire and threaten to open the flood gates. Her unoccupied arm slammed down on your torso to keep your stationary. Less squirming meant she could curl her fingers easier and suck on your clit harder.
"Jesus - fuck!"
"Mmhmm..." she sounded proud; knowing.
The pleasure rippled up your spine, rendering your mind useless besides sending signals back down to your groin to accept the unmeasurable pleasure Abby delivering too fucking well. She was just sloppy now. Like a starved dog, serving as much stimulation to your throbbing clit and practically jamming her fingers against your bladder. Your thighs crushed against her head, but this didn't phase her.
"Abby, Abby I came- please-" your body began to jerk and convulse at the smallest touch.
Despite the empty ache she left behind, the lack of love to your cunt was a relief. Until she thought it would be funny to bring her palm down against it and chuckle.
"What the fuck!" You complained, both in confused pleasure and irritation.
"Just wanted to see what it sounded like?"
You groaned, "Happy now?"
Her eyes had locked onto your dripping groin, "No...you got one more in you."
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