i’m submissive in a cunty, ‘have my girl wrapped around my finger but she takes me home and fucks me stupid’ kinda way.
a ‘when we are out i drag her around with our fingers intertwined and kiss her face while she blushes bright red’ kinda way
a ‘my femininity isn’t what makes me submissive, i’m submissive because i want to be, despite my femininity” kinda way
an ‘everyone else thinks i’m bossy but i melt at her fingers’ kinda way
a ‘drag her to the bathroom, slowly lick up her throat, smile and walk away’ kinda way
an ‘i have everything put together all the time, perfect and shining to the world but when I get home my lover takes my worries away, takes me apart and puts me back together again’ kinda way.
i’ve been made to feel so discarded and all i want is to know i’m loved and wanted.
“oh god please i need more please baby its so deep but i need more please baby, uh uh oh god yes baby, i can take it just please make me cum again i need you to make me cum, uh uh uh oh fuck oh fuck yes god fuck baby you so deep inside me, yes harder baby fuck my pussy harder till i make a fucking mess all over you, uh uh fuck ruin my pussy baby this pussy is all yours i need it god please, oh my god baby im so full im so fucking full baby uhhh, take my pussy baby its all yours god you fuck me so good, fuck my pussy is so stretched out for you baby you stretch me out so good oh my god, now make me cum please baby make me cum on you, i wanna show you how much of a good girl i can be and come for you baby please baby”
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~ 1,8k
Modern College AU
Explicit sexual content (18+), NSFW MDNI!
Warnings: mutual oral sex, 69 position, weed use, shotgunning, intoxicated sex (enthusiastic and consensual, but characters are high), fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink vibes, soft dom/sub energy, light teasing, bratty behavior, sweaty summer vibes, lazy horny energy
A/N: soooo, after a shorter break, i'm back! i'm so sorry for having y'all wait, but med school is no joke, and is kicking my ass a bit. anyway, i got a request for a 69 Ellie smut and was like, why not? so here it is. hope you like it. also, i never proofread, deal with it. so if you find any mistakes, just ignore them, or if they really bug you, let me know <3
The air in the apartment was already thick with heat, clinging to the skin like a second layer. A low sunset bled through the blinds, casting horizontal shadows over the messy couch and cluttered coffee table. Outside, the cicadas screamed in the summer dusk. Inside, the room hummed with something else entirely.
You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Ellie, a joint balanced between your fingers. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, pink at the edges, and glittering a little in the dim light. Her body slouched back on the couch, legs spread lazily, one arm slung over the backrest. She looked like sin. All casual in that "who ate all the pussy?" T-shirt you got her, her tattoo curling around her veined forearm, her thumb lazily stroking your knee. The whole apartment smelled like weed and her sandalwood soap.
“You’re really fucking good at rolling,” you said, slow and syrupy. Your lips tingled from the last pull. “Like, dangerously good. Criminally good.”
Ellie laughed, husky and slow, her mouth pulling into a smug little smirk. “Well, y’know. Practice.”
“You sell weed, Ellie. You live in practice.”
She winked at you, took the joint from your hand, and inhaled. The red tip glowed bright in the dusky room, and her cheeks hollowed a little as she drew. When she pulled it away, she held the smoke in her mouth, tilting her chin at you.
You blinked. “Wait...”
She leaned forward, gripping your jaw, fingers cool against your flushed skin. Your lips parted, barely a breath escaping before she sealed her mouth over yours and exhaled the warm vapour into your mouth.
The smoke burned hot between you, swirling into your lungs and up into your skull, until the room melted around the edges and all you could feel was her. The scrape of her calloused fingers under your jaw. The slow brush of her tongue. The deep sound of her groan when you whimpered into her mouth.
You were already so high. The kind of high where you felt loose in your limbs, your head floating just above your body, everything heavy and slow and warm. And now she was kissing you, and you were definitely gonna die.
Ellie pulled back, licking her lips, looking at you like she knew. Her pupils were huge, dark and endless. You swore you could fall into them.
“I’m so fucking horny,” you blurted and slumped on her couch.
Ellie blinked, and then cracked up, low and loud, a real laugh that made her nose scrunch. “Jesus. Not even gonna try to be subtle about it, huh?”
You flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, hand over your face. “I can’t. Everything is hot. You’re hot. My knees are hot. I think even your couch is trying to fuck me.”
Ellie leaned over you, grinning like a wolf. Her hair was tucked behind one ear, loose strands falling into her freckled face. “Babe. You’re baked.”
“Exactly. Baked. Like your edibles. Like the ones you don’t share with anyone but me.”
Her brow quirked. “You tryna flirt or guilt-trip me right now?”
You shrugged. “Both?”
Ellie pressed one hand to the cushion beside your head and hovered over you, just enough to make your breath catch. Her other hand trailed over your side, sneaking under the hem of your tank top, dragging lightly up your bare waist.
Her touch was feather-light, teasing, calloused fingers dancing over your ribs until you squirmed. “You always get like this when you’re high.”
“I like you,” you said. “A lot. Even more when I’m floating.”
“I know,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your neck. “You’re such a needy little thing when you’re stoned.”
You were already gasping, toes curling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. “It’s fucking cute.”
Her hand slipped lower, grazing your thigh, then curling under to squeeze the soft underside. You whined, arching into her, lips searching for hers.
She kissed you like she had all the time in the world. Slow and deep, like she wanted to taste how high you were. Your hips rolled up against her on instinct, and her body sank heavier into yours.
You tugged at her shirt, breathless. “Take this off.”
She obeyed, peeling it off over her head and flinging it somewhere behind her. Her torso was all lean muscle and tattoos, the defined dip of her waist leading your eyes downward. You bit your lip.
Ellie smirked. “Staring?”
“You’re art,” you said. “Like… illegal levels of art. Like ‘you should model for oil paintings in the 1600s’ kinda art.”
She snorted. “You’re so fucking gone.”
“I want you,” you whispered. “So bad, El.”
And maybe that broke something in her restraint.
She kissed you again, but this time it was messy. Desperate. Tongue and teeth and breathy moans tangled in your throat. Her fingers were quick, tugging your shorts down and sliding her hand over your panties in between your legs.
“Fuck, babe. You’re soaked,” she said as she rubbed her index finger into the fabric of your drenched knickers, tickling your clit in the process.
You whimpered. “You did just make out with me while shotgunning weed into my lungs, Ellie. What did you expect?”
Her eyes sparkled as her fingers pulled the pink lace to the side and dug into your slick folds, slow and teasing. “I love when you get mouthy.”
“You love everything I do.”
Ellie grinned, cocky as ever. “That’s true.”
Her fingers pushed in deep, curling in just the right way, dragging a broken sound from your chest. Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging into skin as your hips rocked into her touch.
You couldn’t stop moaning. The weed made everything feel more intense, your nerves hyperaware of every inch she touched. Her mouth moved to your chest, sucking bruises into your skin as her fingers kept working you open.
You were rambling now, words tumbling out between gasps. “Fuck—I love your hands. Love your mouth. Love you. You feel so fucking good, Ellie, I’m gonna—”
“Yeah? You gonna come already?”
You nodded frantically, your back arching. “Please.”
Ellie ducked her head, her breath hot against your ear. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
And that was it.
You came with a high, shattered cry, clinging to her like she was your last tether to earth. The waves crashed through you, dragging your brain under, making your limbs shake. Ellie held you through it, slowing her fingers, kissing the tears off your cheeks.
When you finally came down, boneless and glowing, she smirked down at you.
“You’re such a mess when you’re high.”
You took the joint, still breathless, and grinned. It burned down between your fingers, nearly finished, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling like the ghost of everything you’d just felt. You were flushed and half-naked, sticky with sweat and still trembling.
She was watching you — sprawled beside you on the couch, her hair damp at the edges, chest rising and falling slowly. Her lips glossy from kissing you breathless.
Your gaze dropped to her stomach, to the faint line of muscle down the center, the flush to her freckled skin, the waistband of her boxers sitting low on her hips. You bit your lip. Still high and aching.
Ellie caught the look. “Don’t say it.”
You smirked. “Say what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking…” you trailed your fingers down her torso, slowly, teasingly. “That I want your mouth on me again.”
Her eyes darkened, lashes fluttering. “You just came.”
“And I want to return the favor,” you purred, crawling over her, straddling her waist. “Unless you’re too high to handle it.”
Ellie scoffed, but her hands settled firmly on your hips, grounding herself. “I can handle anything, babe.”
You leaned down, lips brushing hers. “Then prove it.”
She kissed you hard, sitting up just enough to flip you beneath her — the room spun deliciously as you gasped, landing on your back again with her above you, grinning like she’d just won something.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she muttered against your neck, already kissing lower, lower, dragging your underwear down as she went. “You want my mouth? You’re getting it.”
You barely had time to breathe before she shifted, moving down your body, but then her hand caught yours and tugged — pulling you with her, guiding you in a slow, twisting motion until you were both on your sides, facing opposite directions.
It hit you what she meant.
Your breath hitched. “Are you serious?”
She looked over her shoulder at you, her grin wicked. “Unless you’re too high to multitask.”
You laughed, breathless, and ducked your head down between her thighs.
It was messy. Uncoordinated at first. But when your mouth found echoing others' cunts, the room dissolved.
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Everything was heat and wetness and moaning against skin. Her thighs around your ears. Your tongue dragged over her glossy folds slowly, then faster, as she trembled. The way her mouth was relentless, licking you open like she was starving. The rhythm of it — the building pressure — like a slow, shared fire rising up in both of you.
You gripped her hip hard as you spat into her and sucked her clit in with your lips, fingers sinking into her as you whined against her. She growled into your skin in return. She dove her tongue as deep as she could, and then twisted it in ways that made you jerk up against her face. Your clit bumped into her nose and it sent a deep shock straight into your belly. Her thighs tightened, hips rocked into your mouth as she ground into you.
You came together — or close enough. It was messy and gasping and hot, both of you shaking and whimpering, bodies tangled, thighs slick, too high to tell whose moan belonged to who. She pulled you up, so she had you resting on her chest.
After, you stayed like that — half-laughing, half-breathless, curled up on the blanket with limbs tangled and skin flushed.
Ellie’s voice was hoarse. “You good, baby?.”
You groaned into her shoulder. “Never been better. You loved it.”
“…Yeah,” she admitted. “I really did.”
You grinned. “Told you the couch wanted to fuck me.”
Ellie snorted into your hair and pulled you closer. “Shut up.”
50% dumbfuck nasty 50% fluffy 100% gay sex with roommate, jock!ellie. the biggest, horniest dork ever barely proofread
ellie said she was gonna teach you drills. dragged you out onto the campus field at 2 am for some "brain powering movement" before another round of studying. nothing too abnormal– the perks of friendship with the captain of your school’s soccer team! you were in good hands. the best hands. strong, capable, experienced hands. ellie’s fingers shallowly pumped in and out of your soaking cunt.
the freezing grass tickled your cheek as you whimpered. her lips brushed lightly against your own; your forehead; your nose, as she leaned over you. her eyes never fully closing as you kissed, not wanting to miss out on looking at your fucked out face.
“gooood girl. Takin’ my fingers so good. yeah,” she chuckled as your eyes began to cross and roll backward. “Eyes on me. Hey,” she said with faux-sincerity. her free hand lightly tapped your cheek. “I’m not back there, am I? No. Ellie’s right here.”
you tried to look at her properly, straining to orient your eyes straight on. but then she hitched your leg over her shoulder to spread you open and wide for her, the pads of her fingers torturing your g spot. Like magnets, your eyes flipped back up. “oh– oh ellie, I can’t–” any words you attempted divulged into broken moans and babbling gibberish.
“whining, whining, whining.” she muttered, though unable to hide the fondness in her tone, the pure smile, the goo goo eyes. just half of her flushed face was illuminated by the single flashlight she brought and, mid-kiss, tossed on the grass somewhere. “so perfect for me.”
you squirm at the praise. “feels–” a too-loud moan ripped through you at a stronger thrust of her fingers. there isn’t zero security, so ellie slams her palm over your mouth and stops her ministrations. your eyes widen in a silent apology. “feels good.” You whisper-mumbled against her hand.
A quick look around. Her green eyes narrow as she makes out any guard shaped figures cast under the far away lamp posts lining the field. Her fingers start up again, a slow tempo, as she checks. “coast is…” she looks back down at you, swooping down to kiss you deep. She mutters against your lips. “without clouds. ships may sail. sailors gettin’ wet. we're tubular, baby.”
you laughed through your nose and whispered between kisses. “i like you, funny girl.”
she blinked, and her eyes crinkled as she preened. “Well,” she laughs breathlessly. “I like you, too. But you should, um,” inside you, she picked up the pace in tow with her rambling. “If you get me too mushy, it’ll throw off my performance and if i don’t make you come i will – babe, stop laughing, are you laughing or moaning? – i will throw myself out our dorm window. I’ll land on your Sedan. you’re a fuckin’ goddess and i need to make you cum. dirty filthy style and, most essentially, focused. Kay, baby?” as her tangent went on, her fingers mindlessly went faster, and you could only moan and struggle to nod in response. “Good. Yeah. Doin’ so good.”
She looked down to see where her fingers appeared and disappeared in you, humming pleased when your wetness spouts over her fingers. “You are so fucking hot.” Still gazing down at your pussy, she presses wet, warm kisses onto the side of your hiked up knee. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” her brows pinch as she watches you make your mess, as if she were the one getting fucked. Her forehead is smeared with grass clippings that rubbed off from your knee. Her short nails grips your thigh like a lifeline as her own hips begin rutting against you, a slower pace compared to her fingers drilling in you. Her bright pink, kissed lips drip with a mix of your spit.
At the sight, the heat in your belly spreads lower, gets hotter. Your thighs tremble as your short, fast ah ah ah moans pitch higher and higher.
“fu-uck, yeah,” she whimpered, broken. “yeah, yeah baby girl cum on my fingers, can you say ‘ellie’ for me, baby? ell-ie, baby, gotta say it for me.” she panted against your leg as her eyes danced between your face and your ruined pussy.
“ellie!” you screamed as you came, head thrashing and back arching, hands into fists and pounding against the grass as ellie’s fingers guided you through the strongest orgasm of your life, her lips parted and eyes glassy in awe.
once you came down, she removed her fingers from you with a wet-sounding schlick. She held them in the shape of a hook, so she could carry a small pool of your cum straight into her mouth. She moaned around her fingers and swirled her tongue around them to catch every drop.
Your chest heaved as you gazed up at her, not bothering to smother the heart eyes blasting her way, the way you usually would. “Gross.” You whisper, not unlovingly.
Her mouth smacks open in cartoonish offense, her fingers still on her tongue. She pushes the middle one out between your faces. “Don’t yuck my yum.”
You kiss her finger. “Yuck.” She puts it away, miming how one would holsters a gun. You giggle. “Got a warrant for that, young lady?”
She nods seriously, and shifts her weight to bracket your head with her hands on the grass. “Mhm. ‘Cuz you’re mine now. So I get to have my way with you.”
“Ah, I see. Makes perfect sense to me.” You hum and crane your neck to kiss her, which she eagerly meets.
She parts a measly inch, ignoring your upset whine. “And, now that you’re mine, you better get used to tasting yourself. I am eating you out, and if you don’t kiss me I will–”
“You’ll land on my Sedan, I remember. I suppose, with vigilant, vigorous exposure therapy, I’ll get used to the taste.” You simper– and yelp softly as she nips your cold nose.
Ellie snickers. “that's right, you’re in good hands.”
this one goes out to all you sedanettes out there. #sedan nation (i cant drive)
Ellie doesn’t take shit anymore. All of your back talk, bad mouthing, and the one thing she hated the most. Your flirting. You’d go around, kick rocks with the ugly neighbor, and then go wink at Cat as she walked past.
What the fuck? Was Ellie invisible or something? She definitely felt like it. You’d do it straight in her face and prance off like bambi in the woods with that stupid smile on your face.
If having to pound you into her dirty mattress would be effective then she’d do it. Hell, she’d take you outside and fuck you into the dirt if she wants. But, she has a little more self respect than that. Just a bit.
Her back was starting to hurt. You’ve both been at this for a while. One of Ellie’s ragged hands wrapped around your throat applying soft pressure while her pelvis hit the skin of your ass as hard as she possibly could.
Your knees digging into the bed sheets below. Ellie’s too. though, her frame a few inches larger than yours from behind. She’s fucking that pink strap into your cunt as deep as she could.
The pink color disappeared to only come back out with white cream circled at the bottom. A nice ring she’ll make you clean later.
Nothing would get her to stop. Not even your shitty pleas. “Mmn.. f..fuck. Ellie.. please.” “Shut the fuck up.” And you do. You don’t want to piss her off anymore than she already is.
The base of the strap rubbed against her own clit. Getting off to this just as much as you were. It made her hot in the head. Messy strands of brown hair sticking to her forehead. Making Ellie look hotter than she already does.
Grunts and groans coming from her with each hard thrust forward of her hips. Her fingers tightening around the skin of your throat. Her pointer finger sliding up and down the bone she felt there. It made you cringe.
“I should pull out. Make you eat my pussy and keep you needy.” And, yeah. She really was thinking about it. Why did you deserve to cum?
“Yeah.. fuck you.” She unwrapped her hand from your throat to push you down to the bed. Flat on your stomach. So fast you swear you got whiplash.
She pulled out of your sopping cunt. Unbuckling the strap to toss it to the side. “Make me cum, bitch.”
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