ellie pushing her face into the crook of dina's neck, breathing shaky, whispering need you, please, jus' need you... pawing at dina's hips, eyes fluttering when dina sits on their bed and tugs ellie into her lap, pulling her close the way she always craves.
dina is gentle, quiet, kissing at the top of ellie's head as her hand slips down, cupping the heat of ellie's cunt. ellie can't help her whimpers, soft and desperate, rocking into the warmth of dina's palm. mmplease... y-yeah, yes, please...
dina coos soft, pets her over her quickly dampening panties, just enough to make her mind fuzz and her spine throb. it's okay, ells, you're alright... does that feel good? yeah? are you feeling so good for me? I gotcha, sweetheart, m'right here... ohh, there you go, you can hump, baby, right into my hand, just like that. that's my sweet girl. I know, I know you need it, I know. <3
Ellie fiddles with the straps strung taut beside her hands. Some kind of rag strips you’d dug out of your bag and secured her wrists to the posts on the headboard with. You’re somewhere hovering above her, or down between her legs. She isn’t sure; your hands are caressing circles on her torso, moving up every so often to graze her neck and play with her hair. She shivers under your touch, the sleep mask sitting snug on her face upping the sensations.
She barely remembers how she got here – you were telling her off for something dumb she did on patrol, and then…
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
“Weren’t you just pissed at me?”
“I think you like it when I’m pissed at you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
…
“So if I put my hand in your pants I’m not gonna feel your pussy throbbing?”
…
“Uh… if you do… it’ll be cause you put your hand in my pants. Not the other thing.”
“Right.”
Okay, so maybe she likes it when you’re pissed at her. Just a little.
Her legs quiver as you stroke your hands around her thighs, down to her knees to spread her, up again, caressing the smooth skin beside her pussy. Her hips lift subtly; you shift your fingers down to the slick pooling in the pink between her lips, coax a sigh into the air.
Ellie’s head is spinning, every nerve feels set alight. Your touch bounces around the dark inside her skull – she can’t see where your fingers trail, teasing. So when one finally slides down her slit, her thighs jolt at the intensity.
She looks so cute, forearms bared against the fabric, lip tucked between her teeth. You lean up, push a wad of spit between your lips and let it drip onto her pussy. Her hips lift again, muscles tensing as the warmth slopes down her throbbing flesh. Pressure follows the wetness, and so much warmth she knows it’s your mouth. Her head falls back against the headboard, and she loses her breath at the way your tongue curls over her clit. A wrist tugs hard at the fabric, meaning to drop her hand to push your head closer. But she can’t. Her skin burns with friction.
You moan into the taste, the sloppiness – so wet already, poor thing. Ellie shoves herself into you, hisses when you hold her down and speed your tongue.
“God, fuck.” She groans, panting into one of her curled arms. The heat of your mouth, each slip of your tongue, it’s all she can feel in the darkness. Overwhelming in the most spine-curling way. “Hhholy shit.”
It doesn’t take long before her abdomen’s curving up, thighs pressing in. She freezes in bliss, the dark buzzing with colours, and you pull away leaving her cold. You know her too well, every tell – call her fucked up, but knowing she just has to sit there and take it gives her chest a thrill. Ellie sags, sighing heavily, pulsing so hard it hurts. You soothe your hands over her waist which does nothing to stop the nagging swell of need. The light scraping of your nails makes her skin tingle.
Wind rails the thin walls of her room and the sound lingers in the corners of her awareness, a barely-there reminder of verity. She’s honed in on your every movement despite her lack of vision. Each swath of hair that tickles her inner thighs, the heat of your skin on hers, the breath that flutters over her sensitive pussy and makes her throb.
Ellie jumps when your tongue flicks over her clit. Again. Her shoulders blaze with fatigue. Your tongue flattens, licking heavy stripes that sound so messy she has to whine. You suction over her, pulling, and she hardly has a chance to react before you’re swirling around her again in that maddening way.
You’re so distracted by how she feels, how she smells, how she’s moaning, you almost forget to stop. You manage to snap out of it right as she starts to quiver, gulping in air like she’s hiccuping. Even after you stop her muscles stay taut enough to snap, her hands fisted above her head and curses sibilating from her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You coo, tracing the freckles on her thighs. She sighs like it hurts and you smile. “Bet you wish you could watch me fuck you.”
Ellie nods, her thighs jerking open when she feels your fingers inch inside her.
“Yeah, I wish I could see your pretty eyes roll back when you cum.” You murmur, admiring the glossy wetness slathering your fingers. “If I let you.”
“Please.” She breathes.
Her stomach jumps as you push in knuckle-deep. Then her hips are rolling, mouth widening at the salacious pressure within. You curl your fingers up softly, just to hear her pussy squelch. Ellie moans, long and breathy – the headboard creaks under her weight. She’s so sensitive she could cum just from that, the low grazing in her gut sparking with every slight drag. You press harder into the swollen flesh of her g-spot and she lets out an untethered whimper, her chest arcing up. Swaths of sallow skin spread for you, valleyed with toned muscles and jagged scars. Your palm bumps into her clit, a little too hard, and her legs are clamping.
You push against her knee, remove your hand, crawl between her legs to lie atop her as she gasps. You lift your lips to where her neck’s stretched, her head craned back and giving access to every inch of her thumping skin. You slather kisses, gentle nips, and soon her hips are rocking.
“What do you want me to do to you?” You whisper into her ear, a hand trailing up to grope one of her plushy tits, squeezing her nipple between your fingers. Ellie’s head falls against yours as her spine stretches.
“Make me cum.”
You suck the skin below her jaw between your teeth.
“Please.” Another slow roll of her pussy into your thigh accentuates her begging. An amused sigh puffs through your nose.
“How?”
“I don’t care.” She whispers.
You lean up onto your knees, slide your hands up her stomach, the ridges of her ribs, over her tits. Ellie feels you reach beside the bed then settle back. The anticipation sets her heart pumping – everything’s hot enough to burn, each graze of you against her scorches. Then something cool’s sliding up and down her abs, across her inner thighs, and her head’s swimming again.
You bring the vibrator down, achingly slow, let it settle into her slit and snap the button on. Ellie tenses up like she’s been shocked. Her mouth gapes, forehead creasing where her brows furrow beneath the mask. Her biceps bulge; she’s pulling so hard you’re surprised the fabric hasn’t snapped.
“Good?”
“Yesyesyesyes,” she nods, sucks in a gasp, “fuck, that’s so good.”
You spread her open to watch the toy glide over her clit, watch her pussy clench when you hit the right spot, to hear how it sputters and spittles when the buzzing meets her wetness.
“Seeing you like this makes me so fucking horny, baby. Shame I’m gonna tire you out,” you say, rubbing your thumb up and down the hood of her clit and pressing the vibrating tip down on her bud, “guess I’ll just have to ride your face later.”
The grin she could hear wrapped around your words reduces her to mush. Her ribs flare, and the features you can see are twisted, totally enamoured, lips parted and glistening as she chokes out a groan.
Ellie can’t even form a complaint when you turn it off. She’s too lost in the arousal, too focused on the orgasm stuttering in her gut – hot, swarming tunnel-vision like she’s drunk, all inhibitions lost. She has to breathe through the dense pulsating down low, can’t relax her muscles because she’s so fucking close it might just push her over the edge.
You feel a little sympathy when you notice her schooled breathing, the gentle flush creeping from her chest all the way to her cheeks. You press your hands into the rumpled bedsheets beside her waist, dip down and nudge her face up with your nose to kiss her. She takes your lips hungrily, slackening finally. And while she’s distracted you wedge two fingers into her pussy.
“Huhh, please.” You’re barely moving but it’s enough to bring that desperation back in full force. The thought of you giving her what she needs, fucking her hard until she’s shaking and spent, plays on a roaring loop in her mind. “Please, please.”
“Is that the only word you can remember?” There’s that grin – she can feel your teeth against her lips.
Ellie turns her face away and mumbles a half-hearted shut up. You shift between her legs again, let your fingers speed to the rhythm that gets her quaking. The vibrator finds her clit somewhere in the haze, and she swears that’s your tongue writhing below it. Her eyes spin back so far she wouldn’t need the mask to see black, ardent moans spasming out of her till she can’t take air in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – there’s another word she can remember.
She’s so soft below your tongue, around your fingers, puffy and reddened and so clearly aching. So wet, it dribbles down your hand, and your own pussy throbs for contact. Ellie’s head bangs into the wood, her silky, russet hair splays against white. She’s begging again as her body winds tight, gears up to let go, the pleasure in her stomach drops and quivers-
Her hips tremor at the sudden lack of friction. You’re smacking taunting kisses all over her thigh. Then your hand returns, sharp slaps on her clit that her body chases. A brief pause, more kisses on her thigh, enough to drive her crazy. Your fingers press flat over her clit and palpate, her muscles shudder and jerk.
“Babe, I’m so close.” Ellie whimpers. Her wrists ache at the tethers but it only adds to the pleasure. She moans shakily when you go back to slapping, her hips twisting, keeping her faltering right on that edge.
“Aww, babe, you’re so cute when you’re about to cum.” You mock, slathering more slick onto your hand and swiping it all over her pussy. The touches on her clit turn feather-light and she pants.
“I need it so bad.” Her thighs curl in, a bid for pressure.
“How bad?”
Ellie shakes her head a little, grits her jaw. The feeling starts to sink again. You can see how bad she needs it, you’re sure she won’t last five seconds if you start again, but you taunt anyway.
“Think I should play with your pussy some more? Wait till you’re really squirming?” Her clit twitches beneath the pad of your finger. “Or… should I fuck you till you happy-cry?”
The sound she makes in response is enough of an answer, no more teasing. You decide to relent, want to see her crumble. You reach up to slip the mask off before returning to your position, and Ellie looks on with bleary eyes as you suction onto her clit and tug. She tries to watch, but your fingers wring her g-spot with such devastating precision she can’t keep her head up. It sends her hurtling back into that shivering, wordless state, and when the pleasure reaches its peak you don’t stop this time.
Ellie cums so hard there’s no room for awareness; her body curls in on itself as the pressure releases and ecstasy ripples through. A subtle crack cleaves the air but neither of her hands give. She’s distracted anyway, humping at your mouth, heaving husky moans until the throes calm. But everything tenses again when she finally registers you’re still fucking her, working against her tight muscles, drawing circles over her clit and slurping. Her lithe thighs close around your head and your free hand struggles to push her away.
“Fuck, wait.” Ellie sobs at the electrifying sensation, “oh, my god.”
Her back arcs, stars dance above before her eyes snap closed and her pussy bares down on your fingers. Too much but she still needs it, the roughness, the obscene pounding between her legs, fucking her hard and filthy just like she was begging for. Tears prickle, flood her lashes, and the yanking in her abdomen blooms anew.
“I’mgonnacumagainfuckfuckfuck,” her words jumble into one long, lewd noise.
“Already?”
Her jaw drops, brows rising slow as she rocks with your pace. Her pussy’s so loud in the silence, until finally she tears in a jagged gasp and her sobs turn guttural. She’s not sure she’s ever felt this before – such overwhelm it blacks out, everything’s lost to the heat and the stickiness and the grinding of you inside her. Something snaps within and the gushing surge has her body jolting. Wetness sprays, soaking your chin and running down your neck. You work her through it, steady and slowing when she starts to sag. Then she’s catching her breath, blinking sluggishly at the ceiling.
The relief is endless, submerging her in a gentle flow of warmth and content as her pussy shimmers with aftershocks that flutter down her legs. You start to untie her wrists as she comes down, which takes a while due to how tight she’d pulled the knots. Once her hands are free you kiss the reddened lines, let her drop her arms to push the hair out of her face. Ellie curls onto her side, lifts an arm lazily when you shuffle over to wrap her in yours.
“Gross, you need a shower.” She complains – your damp chest presses on hers and the blood now has nowhere else to go but to her cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” You mumble, puckering your lips against her jaw. “I told you, you’re adorable.”
The scoff she attempts in response is weak and unconvincing.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ 2.8k . ellie williams, nsfw, bff!ellie, loser!ellie, fem!reader, ellie has a crush on you, sub!ellie, makeout session, oral + fingering (e receiving), choking slightly not really idk, shy + needy + touchstarved ellie, heavily inspired by that one dellie scene, men and minors dni!
𝑎/𝑛 ⸝⸝ i wrote this sleep deprived at like 4-5 am. i have also never written smut in my entire life but someone on here said we need more sub ellie and i woke up to post for the first time in over a year to deliver. you’re welcome. im not so good at writing in english either since its not my first language. i know for a fact i did not write the dialogue correctly and use proper grammar and punctuation but any mistakes ive made are between me and god. enjoy!
You and Ellie were the kind of friends where you could just talk about everything and nothing. Your conversations always flowed so smoothly you were able to move from topic to topic without even realizing it. So you’re not quite sure how you’ve landed on this topic in particular.
“I mean, I’d like to think I’m pretty good. No complaints yet.” you say, mindlessly messing with a loose thread on your pillowcase.
“Well, maybe they’ve just been too scared to tell you that you suck.” Ellie teases, a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches you roll your eyes at her response.
“Shut up.” You shove her lightly, pretty offended even though you can tell she’s just messing with you.
“I’m just saying, have you ever asked if you’re any good?”
“No! I can’t just ask someone if I’m a good kisser or not. That’s too, I dunno, desperate.”
“Well then I guess you’ll never know. You’ll continue to terrorize people with your terrible kissing.”
“Okay then, asshole. You think you’re an expert or something?” Ellie can practically see the steam coming out of your ears as you grow more annoyed with her, and a part of her finds it amusing.
The other part of her is trying not to think about you kissing somebody else. She feels a small pit in her stomach, jealous that seemingly everybody but her gets a piece of you in that way.
You clicked immediately when she first moved to Jackson, attached at the hip since then. She’s tried and failed many times to push down her feelings for you. She fears ruining her friendship with you more than anything, so she’s kept her little crush to herself for years despite it killing her slowly on the inside.
Ellie’s ears burn up at the idea that she, of all people, would be an expert on kissing. She’s only ever been with one other girl, and it didn’t last very long. She was far from being an expert on this. But Ellie wouldn’t be Ellie if she didn’t commit to the bit, wanting to tease you further just to see you get worked up.
“No complaints yet.” She lets out a breathy laugh, echoing your own words.
“Okay then, why don’t you tell me?”
“What?” Ellie’s stomach drops, not sure if she’s hallucinating or misinterpreting your words.
“Tell me if I’m a good kisser or not. You’ll be honest with me, right?” you ask, your tone a little too serious for Ellie’s liking.
“I—” she fumbles with her words. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” She laughs nervously, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes the implications of what you're asking.
“I'm dead serious. Rate me on a scale of one to ten.”
Ellie pauses, eyeing you. She still doesn’t know if she’s hallucinating or not.
“It doesn’t have to be weird,” you add.
She takes a moment to think it over. She genuinely is terrified of making things awkward between the two of you, valuing your friendship more than a silly crush. On the other hand, she isn’t exactly complaining about the opportunity to kiss you. It’s all she’s ever been able to think about for years. Is it selfish? Maybe. But she’s been craving you for so long; she finds herself nodding yes before she realizes it.
“Okay,” you say, scooching closer.
“Okay,” she responds, meeting you in the middle.
“No bullshit, be honest with me,” you warn, getting increasingly nervous. But you’ve gotten this far, there’s no point in backing out now.
Ellie is damn near trembling in anticipation. She knows this has gone too far for just two friends, but she’s wanted this for so long she can’t really bring herself to care about that right now.
“I swear,” she says, subconsciously already leaning in slightly.
You’re now both sitting crisscross on your bed, facing each other. It takes you both a second to get your giggles and jitters out, Ellie leaning forward to rest her forehead on your shoulder as she giggles nervously. As she brings her head back up, your faces are mere centimeters apart. You make direct eye contact before finally ripping the bandaid off and connecting your lips to hers.
Ellie immediately feels electricity go up her spine, the butterflies in her stomach going haywire as she melts into the kiss. She isn’t sure what to do with her hands, fisting the fabric of your bedsheets with both hands at her sides.
Your right hand instinctively comes up and rests on the side of her soft neck, almost holding her in place. Ellie sighs into the kiss with that small gesture, gripping the sheets at her side even harder as your soft lips move against hers.
You don’t let it go on for more than ten seconds, for fear of pushing her too far and making it awkward. Ellie is a little disappointed when you pull away, but she doesn’t say anything. She takes a deep breath, blinking a few times as she regains her composure before finally meeting your gaze. She’s very clearly flustered, a light pink blush dusting her freckled face.
“Well? Rate that. Scale of one to ten?” you inquire, and for a second Ellie forgot that was the point of this whole ordeal in the first place.
She takes a moment to think. Well, overthink. Would it be weird if she gave her best friend a ten? Would that seem too kiss-assy? Would that make you uncomfortable? Would you look at her differently if she liked it a little too much? Is it obvious how much she liked it? But isn’t that the score you wanted if you were doing this in the first place?
You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she struggles to find an appropriate answer that doesn’t let you know she enjoyed that probably more than she should’ve.
“Mmmm. Like a six out of a ten.”
Wrong answer. She immediately regrets it the second it comes out of her mouth. She chews her bottom lip as she watches you process that information.
“Fuck you." is all you can manage to say in a flat tone, rolling your eyes and shoving her slightly.
“Hey! What?” Ellie plays dumb, panicking internally at how badly that backfired.
“I told you to be honest!” you groan, already regretting how this is playing out. You’re starting to wish you’d stayed curious.
“I was being honest!” she retaliates, knowing full well that she’s lying to your face. She would’ve given it fifteen out of ten if she could. But she can’t tell you that.
Frustrated, you’re determined to prove her wrong. You were definitely better than a six, and a part of you feels like she’s lying just to mess with you. If only you knew. Without much thought, you lean in and connect your lips once more.
Ellie is caught off guard, but she isn’t complaining in the slightest. She can feel the difference in this kiss compared to your first. This one’s a bit sloppier, uncoordinated, and desperate. She manages to sneak her tongue in, which you accept gratefully. You pull away too soon for her liking, Ellie pouting slightly.
Her pupils are blown, her lips slightly swollen and pink, and the flush across her face is a shade darker. She looks absolutely ruined, and it sends an electric jolt straight to your core. The energy is now drastically different. You went from just being curious about your performance, confiding in your best friend about it without thinking about what it might lead to. You’re not complaining, though. By now, you’ve both fully committed to the shift in tone.
“Eight out of ten,” she says softly, knowing the reaction it’ll get out of you.
“An eight? Really?” you ask, getting closer to her without even fully realizing it.
“Mhm.” She just hums quietly, acting so sure of herself, not taking her eyes off of you as she begins to lean back in as well. You connect your lips once more just as your right hand slides up her tummy and then her chest before wrapping it around her neck. It’s not hard enough to obstruct her airway, but the soft pressure on her sensitive neck is enough to make her whimper.
Feeling bold, your free hand sneaks its way down between her legs. She instantly jerks as you gently stroke her clothed folds, a testament to how thin her pajama shorts are. She whines as you pull back once more, a thin line of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.
“Ten?” you simply ask. Her eyes flutter as she looks up at you with her cute, droopy lids. Her pink lips are parted in awe as she struggles to find words.
“Yeah,” is all she can manage to whimper out, eager to continue. Her back is pressed onto the soft pillows as you gently guide her to lie down. She looks at you as if you’ve hung the moon and stars, your hair fanning out like a curtain above you both as you lean back down to capture her lips once more.
Her legs instinctively part as you settle in between them, your left arm reaching over to grab her thigh, pressing her up against you. You pull back, and Ellie pouts, but you make up for it by kissing her cheek. And then her jawline, and then down her neck. She’s breathless, basically panting as you continue to kiss down her shivering frame. You gently pull her shirt up to expose her tummy, placing soft kisses down her happy trail. She’s squirming under you, whimpering as you continue lower.
“This okay, Els?” You look up at her through your dark eyelashes, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. The last thing you want to do is push her too far beyond her boundaries.
“Mhm, yeah, fuck,” she pants out, trembling with anticipation. “More than okay. Please. Keep going,” she practically begs, and it brings a smile to your face. You’ve never seen her like this, and it’s utterly adorable how worked up she is.
Your fingers hook onto the waistband of her navy blue pajama shorts, pulling them down agonizingly slow. Neither of you knows if this will ever happen again, so you decide to savor this for as long as you can. She lifts her hips up slightly to help you pull them down, and you toss them aside on your bedroom floor.
Ellie chews on her lip as you do the same thing to her underwear; a thick line of her arousal connecting to the center of her boxers sticks as you pull them off. Her legs instinctively close as you throw them to the side as well, suddenly feeling shy at how exposed she is.
You gently pry her legs open, mouth watering at the sight. Her exposed cunt is dripping in anticipation, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck. So pretty, Els.” you whisper, and all she can do is moan softly in response. Ellie’s entire body jerks as you gently thumb over her sensitive clit, her toes curling. She’s never been touched like this. Never so intimately before, always being the one to give and never the one to take. She feels like she might perish on the spot.
“You okay?” you inquire as your fingers are completely coated with Ellie’s slick, still wanting to check in to make sure you’re not crossing any boundaries. It’s almost annoying how attentive you are, but Ellie’s heart still melts at how sweet it is.
“Yeah, yes.” She gulps, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers tease her dripping entrance. She doesn’t know how to make it any clearer to you that she’s very much okay with this.
“Please,” she whispers, her core aching as you continue to tease her. Your fingers dip in only up to your tips before taking them out, her hips bucking at the feeling of the slightest pressure on her gummy walls.
It is pretty fun teasing her and watching her squirm, but you’re both starting to grow impatient. Her aching cunt is just begging for your mouth, and you waste no more time as you settle on your tummy between her legs.
Her left hand immediately comes down to grip onto your hair lightly. Her eyes flutter shut as she throws her head back into the soft pillow, gasping at the feeling of your warm tongue swiping up and down her needy slit. You tease her for a few seconds more before finally focusing all your attention on her swollen clit.
Her grip tightens on your hair. You alternate between sharp licks with the tip of your tongue and gentler ones with the flat of it, trying to figure out what she likes best. She’s incredibly loud, which wasn’t expected. She doesn’t hold back as she whines, her entire body tensing up. She’s feverishly hot in between her legs, and you’re completely drunk on her as you’re surrounded by her rich, earthy taste and scent.
You groan as she pulls onto your scalp, the vibrations of your mouth making her whimper. She feels a little bad, loosening her grip on your hair and gently petting your head to fix the tousled mess back into place. You pull away for a moment with a soft smile, her arousal coating your pink lips along with your own saliva dripping down your chin.
She pouts, clenching around nothing at the sudden loss of contact. But she’s pleasantly surprised at the feeling of two fingers slipping in, curling up into that special spot that leaves her breathless.
“Fuuuuuck, y/n,” she whines, her eyes squeezing shut. She’s already shaking, dangerously close now.
“Doesn’t hurt?”
“No, no. Fuck. That feels—” she pants, unable to form a single coherent thought. She doesn’t need words; the way her creamy slick is coating the base of your fingers tells you everything you need to know.
“Feeling good, babe?”
She quickly nods, whining as your fingers press up deeper into her velvety walls.
“Feels s' fucking good—” she pants, legs trembling. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull as you bring your mouth down once more. Your skilled fingers along with your warm tongue on her aching bud are all too much for her, tears pricking her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.
It’s not long before she reaches her peak, her orgasm ripping through her body. She whines loudly, her voice jumping up a few octaves as she continues to ride it out. Her hips grind harshly upward, chasing the feeling for as long as she can as you continue to fuck her through it.
Your fingers are coated in her creamy slick, pulling them out slowly as she finally starts to calm down. Her chest is heaving, her pupils blown wide as she struggles to catch her breath.
You just watch her come down from her high, a satisfied smile on your face, almost proud of how easily you were able to make her snap. When she comes to, she suddenly feels shy. Her legs instinctively close, face burning when she realizes how dumb she must look right now.
“You alright, Els?” you ask softly, your dry hand coming up to gently cup her cheek, thumbing across her bottom lip. The overwhelming aftertaste is still coursing through her body, paired with how sweet you’re being, making her eyes well up with tears, attempting to blink them away.
“You did so good, my love. Such a good girl for me,” you coo, lying down and pulling her closer. She brings her head to rest on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. All she can do is breathe your scent in, fully submitted to being utterly consumed by your nurturing and gentle presence. She whines softly as your hand lovingly strokes up and down her back, chills going up her spine. She’s gripping onto you as she attempts to get even closer, damn near wanting to be under your skin.
You can feel her warm tears dampening your shirt, whispering praise in her ear. It’s really what she needed; all she can do is release her frustration and pent-up emotions, feeling so safe in your presence to do so.
She sobers up after a few minutes of this, sitting up a bit to meet your gaze. Your hand comes up to cup her cheek, pulling her in and connecting your lips to hers. She melts into it, the last of her tears drying up. You pull away for a second to grab your water bottle on the nightstand, handing it over to her. She accepts it gratefully, practically chugging the cold liquid as she hadn’t realized how scratchy her throat felt from all that noise she made earlier. You just watch, rubbing her back lovingly.
mention of drinking, masturbation, sub!ellie, watching her masturbate
After a long day of doing nothing but going out for drinks around eight with your friends, you come back home to your cozy apartment. The lights are dimmed and the living room is empty, prompting you to glance over to your shared bedroom. A familiar sound escaping from the crack underneath the closed door.
“El’s? You in there?”
You knew she was, too busy occupying herself with her own hands to hear your voice. Too needy to wait an hour or two for you to come home and help her out. You’d rather that than for it to be the hands of another woman, but you both knew she didn’t have the guts to do something like that to you. Ellie loved you too much to break your heart over a hook up.
A couple steps later and you’re opening up the bedroom door, peaking inside curiously. Ellie was focused on trying to finish, not hearing the quiet creak of the door opening and closing as you walked in.
You almost smiled at the sight of it, one hand was working quick movements into her sopping cunt and the other was rubbing unsteady circles across her clit.
“just like that baby..”
Almost immediately she’s taken aback, her hands pause and you can see her drip onto the bed. “..i-i didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”
“why’d you stop, Ellie? i wanted you to put on a show for me.” You ignore her words, sitting down on the bed as you eye her up and down. Her chest is flushed and her rosy buds are pebbled. All you did was just guide her hands back to where they were, meeting her eyes again.
“I wanna see you do it, ellie. you can do that right? listen to me?”
She nodded her head, fingers resuming their position as she started to rub quick circles across her bug again. Ellie didn’t want to disappoint you, pussy already leaking at the feeling of you rubbing her knee.
Ellie shoved two fingers back inside, head dipping back once they curled against her tight walls. “please…want you to help me.”
You shook your head, meeting her glossy eyes. Her black rimmed glasses were hanging on the lowest part of her nose, eyes hung low as they looked at you.
“You’re doing just fine without me, baby..keep going.”
Ellie wanted to protest against your words but the way her fingers felt inside quickly distracted, continuing to pump them in and out.
Her hips bucked up towards her hands, her throbbing clit bumped against her palm each time. Before she knew it, she was riding out her orgasm, a sticky mess puddled around her inner thighs.
“Good girl..it wasn’t so hard to listen to me, was it?”
You helped her out of bed, cleaning her up with a quick shower. You laid her down in bed, setting a glass of water on the nightstand for her. Sleep came quick for both of you, Ellie’s leg wrapped over your waist as she snored quietly.
Ellie bit back a groan as the strap settled on her little pussy. She was all flushed, pussy all leaky from how long she’d been waiting for this — which really wasn’t that long but she truly has no patience. It was really pathetic, barely even started and she was all whiny. Murmuring incoherent things under her breath as she settled on the silicone dick.
A whine escapes her lips once she feels you thrust. Eyes falling closed as she pushes out praise
“Oh— so fucking good— fuck!”
She embarrassed on how quickly she can get this flustered, like she could cum at any given moment. That’s exactly why she’s got her eyes squeezed shut. She’s absolutely positive that if she opened her eyes she’d cum from the sight alone. So she keeps them shut, face all tight with pleasure. She whines again when you kiss her neck, hands traveling up her sides. Or when you whisper about how pretty she is. She almost tells you to shut up. It’s all overwhelming, cause she truly is a sight to be see. Body all pink, pussy leaking around the silicone. The sounds she makes or the way her face was all twisted in pleasure.
“Open your eyes, baby.” You coo, voice soft against her ear. She shakes her head, groan pushing past her lips. “Can’t— can’t fuck, I’ll cum.” She murmurs.
It almost makes you laugh, but you don’t. “Come on. Ellie please.” You hum. Fingers dropping to rub her clit. It makes her jolt.
“Fuckkk.” She exhaled, eyes opening. Her breath caught at the sight. Strap stuffed deep in her whole— the way you looked at her. She was already close, but this was enough. “Shit— m’cumming oh fuck!” Her head tips back, hips jutting slightly. You fuck her through her high, rubbing her clit as her body spasms. Whines and broken moans escaping her lips. When she comes down from the clouds, she’s all embarrassed. Mumbling sum “I told you.”
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— idk what to think about this. would anyone be interested in a taglist ?
⋆.˚༄ Drinking calms Ellie’s nerves. During the endless dances held too often at the hall, she slinks to the bar and throws back cups of whiskey until her stomach burns and her head turns hazy. Drinking, also, makes her super fucking horny.
⋆.˚༄ There’s just something about the way it warms her blood, makes her body hum, lowers her inhibitions or whatever. When she sees you across the room, when you pull her over to dance, when you sit on her lap as you ramble at Jesse – all she wants is to feel your pussy clamped around her fingers, dripping down her wrist, your hot mouth all over hers. She gets lost in her fantasies, silent and aching, chewing on her cheek as she fails to drag herself back into focus.
⋆.˚༄ When you finally end Ellie’s misery and leave with her, you’re barely down the street before she’s tugging at your waist and trying to kiss you. You stumble down the paths, and she’s giggling between messy kisses, threatening to just pull you into the bushes cause she can’t wait a second longer. The walk home feels like torture, feels like hours.
⋆.˚༄ Ellie already has your shirt half-off before her foot kicks back to slam her door shut. The night ends how it always does when whiskey’s coating her tongue. You’re beneath her, she’s pulling at your hair and moaning into kisses like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt in her life. Shifting down, lips smacking against your stomach.
⋆.˚༄ Her mouth meets your pussy finally, and she nuzzles into it, pawing at your thighs and lapping up your wetness. She’s just rubbing her lips and nose into you, pressing kisses, mumbling about how much she loves your pussy. It takes so long for her to get to your clit you’re grinding into her face, angling it up with a fist in her hair.
⋆.˚༄ Ellie takes it slow, the drawling way she pulls and sucks on your clit makes your stomach stumble with pleasure. She licks long and savoring, her eyes drifting closed as she marvels at the silky flesh against her mouth. She only speeds up when your soft moans get too tempting, she needs to hear the pretty sounds you churn out when her tongue roams faster, feel your nails tear at her shoulders as your hips jerk.
⋆.˚༄ Her fingers find the warmth they’ve been craving, her wrist snapping messily, pounding at your squeezing walls. Ellie, somehow, manages to find rhythm through the heaviness of her muscles, the blur of her mind, and her own pussy throbs as she makes you cum. And despite that roaring ache, she doesn’t stop until you’re quivering, until she’s made you finish at least three times. It’s almost impossible to tear her away.
⋆.˚༄ Ellie’s lips downturn in the adorable way she only allows when she’s drunk, as she whines – ‘Not done, wanna eat you all night. You taste so good, baby. Love fucking you.’ You don’t relent, you flip her over and pull her shirt off, tug her jeans down.
⋆.˚༄ She’s so loud when you drop between her legs, hold her down with an arm over her abdomen. She’s so fuzzy inside, the slightest pressure, the slightest movement against her clit feels like heaven. She’s almost drowning in it, barely breathing aside from the harsh pants she drags in between moans.
⋆.˚༄ Her hips jump forward every few seconds as her muscles wind closer to release, her groans seeping into desperate, sensual whimpers. There isn’t even a snap when she orgasms, it just washes over her, and her mind empties out but her mouth doesn’t. She babbles curses into the air, brows curving up and mouth twisting into a lusty, parted pout. You both pass out sweaty and aching.
⋆.˚༄ In the morning Ellie hides her face in the pillows as you tease her, shoves your arm when you taunt that the whole town probably heard her, scoffs despite her blush when you call her drunk-horniness cute, and vows to never drink again.
⋆.˚༄ When she’s high, it’s the same. Maybe worse. If you’re out smoking with friends, you don’t even make it home. Ellie pulls you to the nearest patch of trees, makes good on her drunken threats and fucks you in the grass. All clumsy and hasty, hands shoved in pants and mouths clashing. She writhes atop you, head falling into your neck as she whines at the feeling of your fingers rolling over her clit. Time slows down, or maybe it just takes you both longer to cum because of the lack of precision.
⋆.˚༄ When you stumble back to the group they all jeer, raising cans while Dina taunts. ‘Thought we were never gonna see you again. We were starting to miss ‘ya.’
‘Dude, we were just fucking… talking. Privately. Y/n needed help with something.’
‘Oh, sure.’ Jesse chimes in. ‘Which part, exactly, did they need help with?’
Ellie huffs. ‘Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, losers. Half of you are single and the other half have shitty sex lives, that’s why you’re so invested in ours.’
⋆.˚༄ If you’re smoking at home, she tries to pretend she can focus on the movie you picked out. Tries to pretend she isn’t staring at your lips, your tits, the smooth plane of skin exposed where your shirt’s riding up around your hips. Her eyes are half-lidded, her reaction time too skewed to look away fast enough for you to not notice.
⋆.˚༄ She thinks she’s being so inconspicuous when her fingers slide up your waist, caress the warm flesh beneath your boobs. Her head rests against yours. She laughs, mumbles an offended, ‘what?’ when you shift back to fix her with a stare. She doesn’t even let you answer; her lips fall right onto yours.
⋆.˚༄ Your body feels too good against her in the daze, like she’s in a trance and can’t control herself. Ellie nestles into your tits, kneading, sucking skin, teeth grazing. Warmth floods down your torso, sparkles settling low as she mouths your nipples. Filth pours from her mouth far easier, unrestrained and thick with want.
“I wanna make you feel good, baby.” “Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me.” “Wanna feel you cum around my fingers, open your thighs wider.” “Right there, you like that, babe?”
⋆.˚༄ Her words pour over your pussy, mumbling and low between licks. She almost cums against the couch when you start rambling about how good she is, how good her fingers are – has to clamp her thighs together and breath deep through the flush.
⋆.˚༄ That’s why it’s quick when you return the favor, the first swipe of your tongue makes Ellie’s eyes roll back in her skull. She feels you everywhere, mind honed in on the warmth between her legs, your fingers stroking her freckled hip.
⋆.˚༄ The space behind her eyes morphs into glitter, flashes of color, the pleasure pulling her so deep she’s not even in her body anymore. She’s floating, set alight and quivering with euphoria. She can’t even feel each swipe of your devilish tongue, each curl of your fingers against her g-spot – it all slopes together, makes a wreck of her stomach and weakens her legs. Her mouth cycles through words, caught and stumbling;
“Oh fuck, oh god, oh god, fuck, yes.”
⋆.˚༄ Once Ellie starts cumming, she can’t stop. The world blurs around her but you stay steady like a beacon. When you’re inside her it’s like she’s never been anywhere but this moment, buzzing and slick, head swimming as her body spasms into one orgasm after another.
⋆.˚༄ You’re the only anchor in the frenzy, your soft hair against her flesh, your spare hand in hers. Ellie melts into the feeling you’re suffocating her in, sobbing and gushing onto your hand. She’s so spent when you climb back up to her face, she can hardly even kiss you back. She mumbles a chaste ‘love you’ and is asleep on your chest in seconds.
⋆.˚༄ The only other time she’s as untethered and utterly shameless is when she’s half-asleep. After a long day of patrol or wall duty, and she crawls into bed beside you, hair still damp from a haphazard shower. Ellie pulls you close, slots a leg between yours and sucks your bottom lip into her mouth.
⋆.˚༄ Her hand cradles your jaw, soft, sleep pulling at her mind even as her pussy throbs with need. Sometimes you think she might be asleep, the sloppy way her hips gyrate into your thigh, the curling of her heavy breath as her clit catches just right against the bunching of your shorts. If any curses slip through, you know she’s still awake, just barely. Her lips slacken over yours, her hand dropping down, falling lax against your neck.
“Missed you, babe. Need you so bad.”
⋆.˚༄ You tighten an arm around Ellie’s waist, the scent of fresh laundry warming on her skin. Your other hand snakes down, fumbling under her weight, to press over the crotch of her pajama pants. The breath she lets out next almost sounds like she’s between tears, desolate that sleep’s tearing her away from you and the things you do to her. And it does – she tumbles into the murk of unconscious, her hips still rocking pathetically, stuttering and weak.
⋆.˚༄ Morning comes soon after and you wake her with kisses, make your way down to finish what she started last night, give her what she needs.
ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
okay this is actually a foul late post. i’m sorry, i was kinda hungover yesterday and didn’t even know what day it was. i also don’t know what this is, it’s just… vibes. written sleep deprived and un-proof read - as always. anyway i’m gonna go get corny drunk again and listen to twenty one pilots, halsey & XXX (cue emo bart simpson edits) cuz i can’t fuck ellie williams, goodnight my darling angels.
Growls scatter around the walls of the house, flee in through gaping holes in the drywall. You poke your head out of the bedroom door, give the hallways a quick check. Mold clusters on the once white walls, dark and sickly. No infected, just the regular kind of rot.
“Jesus, those runners are loud.” Ellie comments when the door snaps shut behind you.
“You would know.” You reply, walking up to where she’s standing, beside an old desk.
She flicks her gaze to you, eyebrows turning up. You raise yours playfully in return. Her face twists in recognition before dropping into a scowl.
“Dude, shut the hell up.” She grumbles, shoving a hand into your side.
You smile as she drops the paper in her hand with a curt mumble of 'so immature' and turns to the drawers by the other wall, starts combing through them.
You follow swiftly, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her warm waist. You rest your chin down on her shoulder, turn your lips to her ear.
“Just... always surprises me you can make such high-pitch noises. It’s adorable.”
Ellie twists a little so she can angle her face to see you. Her green eyes burn into yours until she finally speaks.
“Adorable? Thanks. Does annoying the shit outta me turn you on or something?”
You scoff, bumping your body into hers as she turns away from you again.
“That's rich.”
Her long fingers tangle with old trinkets and more random slips of paper within the dusty wooden drawer before she slams it shut.
“Okay, I might be annoying but at least I don't make fun of your self-expressions.” She says, slipping her hands up your forearms.
“Self-expressions.” You smirk, pressing your cheek into hers. Her skin’s soft beneath yours.
Ellie lays her head back onto your shoulder with an exasperated sigh. You lock your legs to support the extra weight as she rests back on you a little.
“I love your self-expressions; they're my favorite sound ever.” You tell her.
“Yeah, then you should learn to keep your mouth closed.”
“I don't think that's how it works, Els. If I want to hear you make your cute, little noises my mouth definitely needs to be open.” You whisper, lips ghosting over the flesh of her neck.
Ellie stands up straight, untangling herself from you with a huff. She raises her brows and shoulders, presses her lips together in bemused resignation.
“Okay, smartass. Don't say I didn't warn you.”
“What, you gonna withhold sex, or something?” You laugh, kicking your boot against the drawers to shake the dust off. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”
“No. You’ll see what you get.”
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The sun burns low on the horizon, just a red disc amidst a haze of cold. The sky behind the interrupting tree trunks ahead is all clementine, but the air lingers blue and icy as the leaves threaten to drop in the wind.
“He’ll be fine.” Ellie continues, her voice easy. “He’d rather I find someplace to hunker down than travel in the dark.”
“Are you sure?” You ask, gathering more blankets from the pile in the corner, shaking the settled dirt off.
“Totally sure. I’m not a kid, I know what I’m doing.”
You pull a mocking face, throw the stiff blankets over her relaxed form.
“The sleep’s gonna suck, though.” She adds, gesturing to the aged wood beneath her. “And your barn has a hole in it.”
“It’s a hay door.” You correct. “And it’s not my barn; it’s one of Eugene’s old safehouses. ‘Desperate times’, he didn’t care about fixing the latches.”
Ellie sighs, pulling the blankets around her and resting her head back on her backpack.
“Eugene, huh?” The corners of her mouth lift. “Think there’ll be some weed around here somewhere?”
You scoff, dropping your bag and settling down next to her on the loft.
“You think it’d be a good idea to get high right now?”
“You think infected can open doors?” Ellie snarks, pointing down to the panels across the muddy floor. “Those latches work.”
“’Desperate times.’” You remind her. “Only things you’ll find here are shitty blankets and dented cans.”
“’S’okay. We’ll keep each other warm.” Ellie lifts the blankets for you to slide beneath them. Her clothes are already heated from her body, so she winces when you press into her. Her hands move to rub circles into your back as you rest your head on her shoulder.
“At least we barely ran into any infected today. We’d smell like death.”
“Dude, they smell worse than death. They smell like... festering wounds and-”
“Okay.” You hold a palm up. “I don’t need the reminder.”
Ellie huffs in amusement, her gaze shifting down when your hand roams over her abdomen.
“You’re so squeamish.” She drawls, unsure if the sudden rise in temperature is because you’ve finally warmed up under the blankets, or because of the way your fingers make her insides flutter.
“I get by.” You protest, reveling in the warm flesh beneath your fingertips. Ellie’s legs shift closer. She sucks in a breath when your hand circles the sensitive skin of her waist. She stares up into the high roof of the barn, the dark that clusters behind beams.
It only takes a few minutes of your mindless caressing before her pulse is hammering between her thighs. She turns her face down into yours, just stares for a while with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She pulls in another breath and then speaks, finally.
“You tired?”
You smile, recognizing the edgy timbre in her voice, before pressing your lips to hers. Ellie’s mouth is so much warmer than her skin as she sucks you in, brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. The cold melts away as your bodies tangle, her kisses growing fervent. You push her back against the loft, hike a leg over and climb atop her. Ellie’s chin lifts, mouth chasing yours as her hands drop to your hips and the blankets fall forgotten around her thighs.
The button of her jean's pops open beneath your hands, you shove one through the opening and into her underwear. Your fingers delve low, past the mound of hair, between her lips to the slick pooling. Ellie’s eyes squeeze closed as you start circling her clit, the zaps of delicious heat it sends through her quelling the cold wind blowing against her cheek.
She flattens her back against the wood when your circles speed, grinding deep, gets her panting into your mouth. She bites down against the humming in her throat, her nails digging into the flesh above your hip.
It takes a moment for you to realize how silent she is. You pull back a little, examine her tense face.
“You know, I was joking about the infected. They definitely can’t open doors.”
Ellie’s eyes open, droopy with pleasure, before she drags your face back to hers. Her lips slot between yours, caressing, tugging. She bites down on your lower lip. Your muscles tense at the sting, and then you’re smiling. Your hand stills in her pants.
“Oh.” You mumble against her. You move your mouth to her neck, shift to pull her jeans down. Ellie helps you, sighs when you lean down to lift her shirt and press your lips against the plane of her stomach. The cool air makes her skin prickle; your warmth soothes a trail down to her abdomen. You duck between her legs, push her thighs apart with a hand.
Her wetness glistens in the dimness of the dying sunset as night threatens around you. Ellie’s stomach rises and falls above you, her mind spinning. She wants you to touch her; knows you won’t make it that easy. Not after you’d caught onto the game she was playing.
Your fingers smooth between her folds, spread her open. A chill wracks her spine. Your other hand starts slow, stroking up and down, spiraling over the hood of her clit until her muscles turn to jelly. She’s pliant in your hands, but that gnawing spite still plays in the back of her mind. Your mouth joins soon after, kitten licks teasing every so often. Her hips spasm, lungs squeezing in her chest. Her eyes find the ceiling again as she resists the urge to beg.
You lean your face into one of her warm thighs, go back to teasing with your fingers. Dipping down to the thick, sticky creaminess she’s leaking, up to drag wide circles around where she needs you most. Back down, up, down, up. Ellie sighs, low and terse, at the itching need suffocating her clit.
“Touch me.”
“You want me to?”
Her stomach flips at the velvet in your tone.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” You let your fingers slide over her clit, absorb the throbbing, circle her slow and heavy.
Her stomach hollows out, mouth dropping as she huffs.
“Yes.” Ellie nods, her chest arching as your circles speed near the pace she needs.
You wait until she’s shaking, hips lifting, before dropping your hand back to her pulsing hole. You bring it to your mouth, suck the creamy substance off your fingertips.
“Mmh, tastes good, babe.”
She sighs through her teeth, the sound’s sharp. Wind blows through again, ruffles her hair, carries the scent of plant to her nose. All you can smell is her. You go back to teasing.
“Gonna let me hear you?” You ask.
“No.”
Ellie can’t stop her eyes from rolling when you land on her clit again.
“Why?”
“Cause.” She replies, leaning up on her elbows shakily, trying to will your hand to move faster.
You bite into your smirk at the pining in her eyes, the way they flutter at the teasing pleasure.
“Why?”
“You don’t deserve to.” Ellie puffs. “Will you hurry up and fuck me?”
“If I do it right, don’t you think I’ll deserve to hear your cute, little noises?” You taunt.
Ellie scoffs a laugh, her head swaying. Your fingers move to the glossy flesh of her labia, spread into a V-shape and rub. Her hips twist as she tries to direct you back to the throbbing. Her head’s already swimming with arousal strong enough to cloud, she can’t imagine how hard it’ll be when you the lull craving ache. Electricity sparks in her heart.
“Hurry up.” She insists again.
You lean in, press a soft kiss to her clit.
“Here?” You mumble against it, and her hips buck.
“Yes.”
You slather more kisses; Ellie lifts her pussy to your mouth. The pressure isn’t enough, she’s about to start grinding when your tongue slips out and rolls over her. She sucks in a slow breath as you start licking, gentle still, but the wet silk of your mouth feels good. Her body sways with your movements, a hand lowering to the back of your head as her breathing heavies. Night sweeps through beyond the barn, starlight flickers with the moon, casting shadows over her pale skin.
You pull back, press your fingers to her clit and wind fast and tight, just how she likes it. Ellie’s face slackens above, her lips parting.
“Oh, my… fucking god.” She mumbles, low and trembling.
You laugh, raise your brows.
“That was talking, it wasn’t-” her hips twitch up, “a moan.”
“That sounded pretty close to a moan.”
Ellie shakes her head, biting into her lip as her eyes close. Her abs are so tense, convulsing at the pleasure wreaking havoc below. She swallows thickly, her head arching back as she clamps down on the moans bouncing in her chest.
“Shit. Feels good.” She breathes, has to say to release some of the pressure within.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
Her brows curl up, her lips opening and closing in a bid to let nothing slip.
“You know, you’re even cuter when you’re trying not to moan.”
“Shut up.” Ellie grinds out, her ribs inflate as she tries a breath.
“Okay.” You say, before lowering your head to clamp your lips around her clit.
“Fffuck.” Her thighs quiver closed around your cheeks.
She drops onto her spine, tries to stay focused, but the way you’re sucking her clit is making her lose grip on reality. The warm pull, the rhythm of your tongue that rubs just right into the spot you’d been avoiding... her jaw drops low as white flashes behind her eyes. Her pants come edged with tension, whispers of the moans she’s holding back. Guh, uh-huhhh, uh-huh, uhhh, uhh.
“You’re only hurting yourself, baby.” You purr against her. The resonance of your words makes her shiver.
Her thighs widen further when the pleasure returns, so strong it chokes, grips her brain until all she can focus on is your mouth and the devastating things it’s doing to her pussy. She finally loses it when you plunge two fingers inside her, drag against the spongy ridge that makes her convulse from the inside out.
“Holy fuck.” Her nails scrape your skin and her pussy clamps down, squelches around you.
The moans she lets out make your stomach burn – long, rich with bliss, trembling, growing higher as you bring her closer to release.
“Ah, uh, uh.” You mock, smirking as you curl your fingers harder and her chest arches up beneath her ragged band-tee. So cute.
Ellie’s cheeks flush, but she can’t help but feel endeared at your teasing, at the vulnerability she can show you, only you, and trust even through your taunts. The pleasure crawls to the brink in her gut, the world freezes around her.
“Oh, shit.” Her fingers claw against the splintering wood below as she spasms, whimpers flood from her throat.
“Good job, baby. Let me hear how much you like it.”
Her thighs snap shut around you, your fingers straining within her contracting walls. Ellie gasps, crying out into the murky air when your mouth returns to her clit and the waves of ecstasy she’s drowning in intensify. It takes a while for her thighs to loosen, her breathing to even out. You push her leg over, saddle up beside her and stretch your aching back.
“That was fun.” You trill.
Ellie smacks the back of her hand onto your stomach, weakly.
“Get away from me.”
“You’re still grouchy?” You ask, pressing your cheek into hers and nuzzling.
“You’re a monster.” She groans, pretending to push you away even as her heart swells.
ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
BRATTY ELLIE!!! i’ve done a lot of ‘quiet sex’ boringggg so i did this instead for today.
ik i always say ‘this isn’t proofread’ but i actually just speed-wrote this, i am sick AS FUCK right now (again? thank you, god) and i’m super tired - haven’t read it back at all. that’s why if there’s mistakes it’s not my dyslexia like usual ha. ha. ha. that’s also why the first scene is HORRIBLE cuz i couldn’t be boverd to write it, okay? just bein real.
Ellie’s an amazing kisser. Maybe it’s because her lips are so plump and warm. Maybe it’s the desperate way she moves them against yours, slow and just the right amount of pull, the gentle swipes of her tongue over your top lip. Maybe it’s the way her strong hands roam, across your jaw, into your hair, gripping your waist.
A moan buzzes in your throat, and you feel her heart flip under the palm you have on her chest. You move back to pull your shirt off. Ellie’s eyes drop to your chest, heavy breathing through reddened lips. Her hands are inching up your ribs, so focused on the sight before her she doesn’t notice you tugging the edge of her tank pointedly. You grab her hands, push them to the hem.
Ellie leans up, you help her shimmy the fabric over her shoulders. Her chin tilts up, and the desperation’s in her eyes now. Your lips meet again, her hands smooth over your tits and squeeze. You push her shoulders down, move your mouth to her neck and lick a stripe up the silky skin. She shivers beneath you, her back arching when your hands knead into the plush of her boobs. Her nipples pebble beneath your palms, you shift wind your fingers around them gently as you suck the flesh below her ear.
The heat of your mouth over her pulse, the sparks skittering low in her stomach, it makes her feel drunk. Ellie’s head turns hazy, her heartbeat hikes. You breathe in her scent, rolls her nipples in your fingers, wait until her hips rock up before biting down on the springy flesh beneath your lips. Ellie groans, her nails digging into your waist. The sharp sting of your teeth makes her spine prickle.
Your mouth roams lower, stops where her chest starts to round. Freckles spatter the sallowness there, you kiss around the fat of her boob, a hand stroking down the length of her stomach. She rises into you with each breath, her fingers roaming over your back mindlessly. You lower your tongue to her velvety, pink nipple, kitten lick until she’s twitching. You suck the bud into your mouth, pull back slow. You do it again, again, swirl your tongue around her just before your lips pop off each time. Ellie’s abs tense, low moans vibrate under her ribcage.
Your hand moves up to squeeze and pull on her other nipple as you wrap your lips around the one below you, roll your tongue into it rhythmically. Her nails graze down your back, the top of her spine arching at the fuzzy feeling. You let your teeth graze her lightly and she hisses; her hips lift to grind against your ass. Her clit hums with each swipe of your tongue.
You shift your hand down to grab hers, lean up onto your knees to create space and pull her wrist to the band of her sweats. You turn your lips to suck hickeys into the plush of her tits as you tuck her own hand into her boxers, and it stills.
“You want it, don’t you?” You pause to plant a kiss. “Deal with for me, I’m busy.”
Ellie’s about to argue but your mouth finds her other nipple, and her clit jumps when you tug it into your mouth. The ache worsens; her thighs widen instinctually. She curses internally, squeezes her eyes closed as heat flushes her face.
Her hand lowers, timid, delves between her warm lips. She wets her fingers, brings them up to circle her clit slow. Slow, because, despite the need beating in her pussy, she can’t help but feel little shy. The stimulation has her biting into her lip, brows knotting as she resists the urge to go harder.
“Your tits are so fucking sexy.” You mumble, sitting up to admire, massaging the plushy flesh in your hands. “How you doing, baby?”
“Yeah, feels good, mommy.” Ellie mumbles, her voice low. You want to hear it break into whimpers.
“Go faster.”
Ellie rolls her lips, her eyes flicking up from her hand to your body, up further to your face. You dip your chin in encouragement. She complies, circling her wrist faster, and her head tips back. Heavy sighs seep through, soon turn to hitched pants when your lips return to her nipple.
“Ah, shit. Oh, my god.”
You hum around her and her hips jerk into her hand. Embarrassment fades, heat flashes over Ellie’s skin as her stomach curls up. Her clit’s so swollen, every pass of her fingers feels so heavenly it makes her breathless. Her body sways into the rhythm.
“There you go. Doing almost as good as me.” You say, moving up to turn her face to yours Her green eyes drift open, linger on your lips.
“Feel how soft your pussy is, baby? How warm? See why it’s so hard for me to keep my face out of it?” You murmur as your fingers cup her jaw, curl into her cheek to keep her face tilted into yours.
Ellie’s hips lift, hot slick dribbles out of her hole. She wishes it was your face down there instead of her hand, the wanting makes her fingers stutter, speed, makes her head spin like a top.
“You’re so beautiful like this. I love how you look at me when you want me.” You press a soft kiss to her cheek, nip the flushed skin. “Good girl, keep going.”
“God.” Her is face pained as her eyes roll back. It’s too much, not enough. The feeling your words bring can’t be quelled by her own fingers. “Please.”
You shove your hand into her underwear, past hers, swirl your fingers into the dripping wetness. You press harder, circle her hole.
“You wanna feel me in your pussy?” You ask. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah, please, yes, yes.” Ellie nods, her eyes shuttering. Her voice is weak and mewling, soft in a way that makes you need to kiss her. You push into her warmth, her throbbing walls twitch around you. She whimpers into your mouth when your fingers graze the sensitive spot inside.
Once you start curling into it, start sending that quivering ecstasy through her lower half, her moans turn airy and drawn-out. Every twist of your hand, every squelch her pussy makes in return, every press of your mouth to the thrumming skin of her neck drives her closer until her muscles are so rigid she can’t move. All she can do is press down on her clit - the momentum of her hips bucking does enough to push her over the edge anyway.
“Fuck, I’m- uh-” Ellie gasps, her body arching, tensing, before breaking into convulsions that drag the air back out of her lungs.
“Mmh, that’s my girl. You’re good at that, huh?” You smirk down at her blissed-out face, wonder if she can even hear you through her whimpered cursing. “See how you make me feel when your fingers are all over my pussy?”
She sobs at the overwhelming waves of pleasure, the filth you’re purring into her ear, the euphoric white flashes bursting in her brain. Her thighs jerk around your wrist as her pussy spasms. You start planting kisses on her cheek again, soothing until her muscles go lax. Ellie turns to slot her lips over yours, rubbing her thighs together when you pull your fingers out.
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just spent so much fucking money on bullshit bullshit bullshit and i genuinely believe it’s because i have no pussy to eat therefore i am not to blame (shopping addiction cope) (horny cope)
didn’t post this yesterday my b fr, i felt so sick but i’m feeling fine now bless up. no i didn’t end this fic lazily!!!! i’m better but my brain is still not with me i’m sorry iderk what i wrote up der can’t compute it hope it’s adequate
PLEASE WRITE THE LOSER ELLIE HALLOWEEN HC PLSPLSPLSPPLSPLS
promt; on halloween the school throws a party, reader dresses as a cowgirl, ellie dresses as the joker cause of her nerd ass 😭
then we get freaky in the bathroom, and go back to readers house 😈😈
Sooo... thank you anon for the request!! I'm honestly so excited, and I hope this was sorta what you wanted xx (made it a house party bc I wanted Ellie a little tipsy and confident, and school would defo not allow alcohol)
This is regarding a headcannon from this post and mostly just my obsession with Ellie Williams being the biggest fucking loser in the world.
Includes : Loser!Ellie, fem!reader, sub/switch!Ellie, dom/switch!Reader, alcohol, swearing, mentions of weed, making out, 'the knee thing', thigh riding (E!receiving + r!receiving), aftercare, Ellie's first time. And I think that's it xx lmk if I forgot anything!
Ellie walks through the cobweb-covered front door of the house. She's not sure who's house this is, but it doesn't really matter. Not when you're here.
Parties aren't her thing. Never have been. But she makes exceptions. If Dina begs her to come, she will. Or if she finds out you're going, she's there.
She already feels hot in her costume, her slicked back, sprayed green hair already making her uncomfortable. It's too warm. She's sweating. Her white facepaint is probably, no scratch that, definitely dripping.
She adjusts the purple blazer and wipes her palms on her black trousers. Why does Halloween exist? And why do girls always look so good on Halloween.
There's a blonde in a short green dress with some fairy wings. Tinkerbell. Cute.
Then there's a brunette in a (very) low cut red top and a black skirt. A vampire? Yeah, she's got fake blood on her chin. Definitely a vampire.
Ellie looks around, spotting Dina next to a table covered with bottles and red solo cups. As she walks over she passes a group of four people standing by the back door, passing around a joint. It stinks.
"Ellie! Hey!" Calls Dina, obviously already tipsy. God, how long has she been here that she's already had that much. "Happy you could make it!"
"Hi..." Ellie offers her a small, awkward smile, grabbing a bottle of beer and opening it with a bottle opener shaped like a pair of tits in a bikini. It makes her giggle. And then think of you.
"Is she here?" Ellie asks over the music.
Dina looks at her, brows furrowed in confusion. "Hm? Oh..." she realises. "Yeah, over there," Dina points to a group of people, two girls and a guy.
There's Jesse, wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt, carrying a ghost face mask, your best friend, Kayla, wearing a short white dress and a halo headband and then...
You.
You're wearing tight, flared blue jeans, a tucked in, long sleeved, black shirt, buttons undone to show off your cleavage, and brown boots. And a cowboy hat.
She's fucked.
You glance over, a sweet smile gracing your already perfect face. "Ellie!" Your melodic voice calls out over the house music. "C'mere!"
You beckon. She obeys.
Holding her beer bottle in one hand, she wanders over, nearly getting shoved by a dancing couple. She apologises awkwardly and finally stops in front of the three of you.
"Hey," she says, her eyes on your face.
"Hi, Els! How are you?" You ask kindly, a cup in your hand as you look at her, your eyes wide and pretty...
"Y-yeah, I'm good. You?"
"Great. Having fun?"
Ellie nods, trying her best to keep her eyes on yours and not let them slip down to the curve of your boobs...
You all chat and laugh, Ellie trying to speak when she can, pretending she isn't completely entranced by you in that costume. Eventually, Kayla goes off to dance, leaving just you, Ellie and Jesse. Ellie's already finished her first beer and almost finished a second before you grab her free hand.
"I need to reapply my lipstick. Come with?" You ask softly, to which Ellie nods, following you aimlessly and leaving Jesse alone.
He watches the two of you leave, chuckling at how whipped Ellie is.
You drag Ellie upstairs, telling her "the bathroom down here will be too cramped. Let's just go up here..."
And she follows you, naturally.
When you get to the bathroom, you lock the door behind the two of you.
"Holy fuck..." mumbles Ellie, her eyes taking in the huge bathroom. There's a massive bathtub against one wall, a toilet in the corner of another, and a wall with two sinks up against floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
"Yeah, it's massive..." you hum. Then you grab a lip stick from the pocket of your jeans, leaning over one of the sinks, your hips pushed back, back arched slightly as you apply it.
You're trying to kill her.
Ellie just stands there, watching you. She's finished her beer now and she plonks the bottle on the counter.
"You just gonna stare at me all night?" You ask her with a smirk, not taking your eyes off of your lips in the mirror.
"Uh- I- I'm not... I wasn't-" Ellie stutters.
"Els, it's fine. You can look..." you say, putting the lip stick back in your pocket. You stand up straight, turning to her. "I'm looking at you..."
Ellie's brows furrow in confusion and she looks so adorable you could just squish her. "Why?"
"Cuz you're cute, Els," you shrug.
"I- uhm... thanks," Ellie says, her eyes dropping to the floor. She takes a breath, and then looks back up at you, the two beers in her system making her more confident than usual. "I like your costume. You look... you look pretty."
"Thank you," you smile.
God, that smile. It's all she ever wants to see.
"You're the Joker, right?"
Ellie nods, a grin breaking out on her face. "Y-yeah, I am. I was gonna be batman, but the costume was expensive and I already had this white blazer thing, so I dyed it purple and then all I needed was the hair spray and-"
During her rambling she hadn't even noticed you stepping closer. You stand in front of her now, only about half a foot between your bodies.
Her breath catches.
"Go on..." you prompt.
She shakes her head. "D-doesn't matter..."
You smirk softly, your pretty lips curling. "Els?"
A sharp intake of breath causes her chest to rise and fall quickly at the way you hum her nickname. You're the only one who ever really calls her that (or who she lets call her that).
"Yeah?" She whispers, looking into your beautiful eyes.
You look into her own green ones, your gaze soft and kind, like a warm hug. "Whatcha thinking about, pretty girl?" You ask her gently.
She feels her cheeks heat up and she's certain you can see her flush through the white facepaint. "Uh- nothing just..." she trails off.
"Just?" You push, stepping a little closer.
She's not an idiot. She knows what you're doing. She might not be the best at flirting but she's seen enough chick-flicks to understand the situation.
Her eyes drop down to your lips subconsciously as she licks her own, wetting them.
Your smirk only grows at that. "Oh... that's what you're thinking about."
"I- I just..." Ellie starts, her eyes meeting yours again before she asks quietly, timid and nervous, "c-can I... kiss you? Pl-please?"
Your smirk softens to a genuine smile as you answer her question with one of your own. "You ever kissed someone before?"
Ellie nods. "Yeah. Twice."
You step closer, taking her jaw in one of your soft, smooth hands. "Well, isn't that good?"
Ellie blushes even more, smiling stupidly at the praise. "I-is it?"
"Yeah, babe. Yeah, it is."
Ellie's eyes drop again, focusing on your lips, their perfect shape and colour and how close they're getting as you lean in.
Fuck! You're leaning in. Shit!
"Els?" You hum, your brows raised, "this okay?"
Ellie nods, one of her slightly clammy hands finding your hip and tugging you closer. That makes you smirk even more.
When your lips finally meet hers, it's like fireworks go off in her stomach. Her fantasies are coming true. All her journal entries about kissing you, all of her dreams about this moment.
Nothing could have prepared her for the warmth that is your mouth. Your lips feel perfect slotted against hers, like pieces of a puzzle. When yours part and your tongue traces her bottom lip, asking for entry, she nearly dies inside.
Her knees almost buckle as she opens her mouth, letting you in, your tongues meeting. You taste sweeter than she could ever have imagined. Like fucking heaven.
Your hand that isn't on her jaw finds her hip and snakes around her to her lower back, pressing her against you. She follows your guide willingly, her other hand going to wrap around the back of your neck.
Your tongues mix in a slow, passionate kiss.
But it doesn't last long.
You pull back, thinking about resting your forehead on hers, before remembering her facepaint and deciding against it. You look at her.
"Was that alright?" You ask.
But Ellie is already desperate for more. More touch, more heat, more you. She doesn't answer. Well, not with words anyway. She pulls you in, kissing you, hard and hungry.
You let out a little gasp at her surprising newfound confidence which catches you off guard, but is definitely not unwelcome.
Your tongues mix again, but faster, hotter, more needy. She stands there in the bathroom of this random house, making out with the girl she's had a crush on since they met, hoping and praying that this isn't just a really realistic dream.
Your hand on the small of her back trails back to her hip, gripping it as you step forwards, walking her back so she's pressed against the wall.
As you kiss, you slip one of your legs between hers, your knee pressing up against her just right between her thighs. She groans into your lips, raw and desperate.
You remove your lips from hers, kissing her jaw and down her neck, leaving slight, faint lipstick stains. As you do, you rock your hips, your knee pressing against her.
She lets out another noise, not a low, desperate groan this time. No. A higher, more whiny noise. Needy. Hungry.
You look at her as you press your knee to the crotch of her black trousers. "You okay, Els?"
She nods frantically. "Y-yep. 'M good. I've just never... properly... y'know?"
You smile softly, stopping your movements for a second. "You want me to stop."
She looks almost terrified at the idea. "No! No, please don't stop."
You giggle (a sound that could kill her), and go back to kissing her jaw before whispering softly in her ear, your breath hot against her skin, "Okay, Els..."
She lets out another whiny noise as your knee presses back against her. Her hips rock involuntarily, bucking forwards to find more friction. You giggle against her neck, before biting the skin softly.
"F-fuck..." she whispers.
"Yeah? You like that, Els?" You ask, your voice warm but almost taunting at the same time.
Ellie nods. "I- I want more."
You pull away, looking at her. "More?"
She nods again, looking at you with pouty, kiss-swollen lips and puppy dog eyes.
You smile, your eyes raking over her form before you speak again. "I don't live far... we could walk. D'you maybe wanna come back to mine? My parents are out."
Ellie's mind races immediately. What sort of things could the two of you get up to in an empty house this late at night? She doesn't even have to think of much, it's all written in her journal, already in her head.
"Yes. Yes, please."
And that's how you ended up standing outside of your front door, unlocking it with one hand, the other in Ellie's, your fingers intertwined with hers.
You get in, kicking off your cowboy boots in the hallways. She does the same with her own shoes. Then you smirk at her. "Upstairs?"
She nods with a stupid grin, following you up. It's not the first time she's been in your room, and not the first time the two of you have been there alone. But it is definitely the first time you've been there together in these circumstances.
You look at her, after shutting your curtains as she sits on the edge of your bed.
"So... um, you've never...?"
She shakes her head. "No. Not with someone else."
You nod. "Okay, babe. That's alright, we'll take it slow."
She smiles gratefully at you, taking off her purple blazer, leaving her in only the black trousers and a white tank top.
"You wanna take the rest of it off?" You ask softly, already unbuttoning your black shirt.
She glances at you, and then down at herself. She nods, tugging the tank top over her head. It gets caught when she tries to avoid messing up her green hair. You giggle.
"Don't laugh at me," she pouts.
"Sorry, babe..." you tease her, stepping closer, now in only your flared jeans, a lacy black bra, and your cowboy hat.
She smirks. "Hey, uh... keep the hat on."
You giggle again, looking down at her as you step closer. "Alright, Els. I'll keep it on for you."
She grins dorkily, mumbling "howdy, partner."
Your eyes widen and you shove her shoulder back. "Don't say that again," you hum, climbing on top of her, your elbows either side of her head, legs slotted between hers.
"What do you want to do? Since it's your first time?" You hum quietly.
"I- uhm... I dunno. What- what you did in the bathroom was nice?" She mumbles, not meeting your eyes.
"Look at me," you say, the stern tone in your voice making Ellie basically sure she's dripping in her boxers.
She looks into your eyes.
"Do you want to take your trousers off?" You ask softly. "That way, we can be skin to skin."
The thought makes her absolutely positive that, if she wasn't soaked before, she is now. She nods slowly.
You smile, kissing the tip of her nose before sitting up, unbuttoning and unzipping her trousers. You hum, "lift your hips, Els." And she does. A shudder runs through her as you slip the fabric off of her legs. She lies there in only a white sports bra and her grey boxers now. You look down at her.
"You're beautiful," you whisper, before standing up and ridding yourself of your jeans, leaving you almost bare except for the matching black lace of your bra and thong.
She practically snorts. "Says you!"
You giggle again, moving back to the bed and positioning yourself on top of her again, your faces close, legs slotted between each others.
You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Before you can pull away, her hand is around the back of your neck, pulling you down and her lips are already chasing yours.
God, she's so needy. She's like a puppy. It's adorable.
You try to kiss her gently, but she quickly manages to turn it into messy making out, not that you're complaining.
As your tongues meet and your lips move, your hips rock down subconsciously.
You let out a small noise at the friction and at the same time, she gasps in pleasure.
You keep the pace going, rocking slowly, your thigh meeting her cunt, already soaked through her boxers against your skin, and her thigh pressing against your own core.
She grips your hips, taking control slightly as she pulls you down faster and harder, mumbling into the kiss, "more," in a raspy moan.
You giggle against her lips, ultimately giving her what she wants:
More.
You move faster, not rolling your hips in teasing circles anymore, but grinding yourself against her, using her thigh for your own pleasure, and simultaneously giving her what she needs so badly.
Ellie's cacophony of whines and moans as your lips move from hers to her neck is like music to your eyes.
"Sound so pretty, babe. So sweet f'me." You hum into her skin, biting and kissing and sucking as she whimpers beneath you, the cowboy hat not getting in the way as much as you thought it would.
"P-please..." she whines, her voice soft and needy, any facade of coolness she tries to put up completely slipping underneath your body.
"Please what, Els?" You ask, your lips brushing the shell of her ear as you speak.
"N-need you. Need to..."
"Already?" You smirk, not slowing your hips as you gaze down at her, "you close, babe?"
She nods, her face flushing in embarrassment, but it doesn't matter. Not when she has you so close. Not when she needs you so bad. "Yeah. Y-yeah, I am. I needa cum, please." She whispers.
You kiss her cheek, having to position your head a specific way so the cowboy hat doesn't hit her face. "You don't have to ask my permission, babe. Let go. Show me how much you want me." You lean in again, whispering into her ear, low and seductive. "Cum for me, Els."
She gasps, a high pitched whine leaving her pretty, bitten lips as she follows your command. Her body tenses and her hips buck up. "Ah~"
You keep rocking, grinding, needing to get yourself there too. "Good girl, Els. You did so well. So pretty. Fuck-"
She looks up at you, understanding what you need as her hands find your tits, cupping them and squeezing, her thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric of your bra.
"Your turn." She mutters huskily, rocking her own hips up despite the overstimulation. Her need to pleasure you takes over, reigning supreme over all else.
You gasp, moaning softly. "Oh- Ellie... Els, I'm gonna-"
"Yeah, do it." She mutters, still working hard to bring you over. "Go on, gorgeous. Cum on my thigh."
That does it.
Her words, her voice, her touch, it's too much.
Your muscles tense, all of them, as you fall so hard over the edge, hurtling into the deepest pits of pleasure. She holds you as you ride it out, before you drop your face into the crook of her neck and pant heavily, your whole body moving with every breath.
Once you've come back to yourself, you sit up a little, getting off of her and lying next to her. You glance down at your thighs, one of each of yours covered in a mess of slick, shining in the low light of your fairy lights.
You giggle.
She glances at you, turning her head. "What you laughing at?"
You turn your head too, smiling softly. "Been wanting to do that forever."
Her brows raise and her eyes widen. "Really?!"
You nod.
"Me too!" She says, chuckling.
You laugh together, laying in the afterglow, taking it all in.
Eventually, she turns over a little more, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close.
"I hope it was good..." you whisper.
"Are you kidding? It couldn't have been better... partner."
You snort softly, taking off the hat and hitting her with it.
She laughs, grabbing it and dropping it to your floor, before pulling you close, your back against her chest.
"I uhm... I would like to uh... do that again, maybe? If you wanted to- I mean-"
"Ellie. Shut up." You mumble, pressing back into her. "Stop worrying. Everything is fine..."
And you're right. Everything is fine. She survived another party, and now she's lying here in your bed after the best orgasm of her life.
hii! absolutely LOVE your loser/sub elloe could we maybe get some strap action?
fucking her w the strap for the first time would be crazy she'd get so whiney
𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
MDNI !
CW: Strap-on (e-receiving), whiny Els, dom!reader, squirting Ellie (duh), Els playing with her boobs cause they’re adorable, loser Ellieeeee! ૮₍´• ˕ •`₎ა
“Els…baby…shhh…” you cooed, aligning the fake tip by her pink entrance. Ellie holding her legs apart, whilst shyly whimpering and whining — her little clit was throbbing so badly from being slapped with the tip of your strap. Meanie.
You had been teasing her for…what? 15 minutes? It felt like hell for the poor auburn girl. She just wanted to be filled — for the first time. But you kept saying;
“You have to be wet enough.”
“Relax..”
She was!! Her cunt was throbbing, hello?? But all those annoying thoughts got caught off when she felt herself being filled.
“Ahh—ngh…!” Left the freckled girl, she looked down and saw the dildo disappearing into her pussy. Making her gasp — she didn’t expect it to feel so…big. She placed a hand on your arm, trying to lightly slow you down.
“A-ah. No. Quit it.” You told Ellie, swatting her hand away. Causing a whine leaving her, but she gripped back onto her thighs — spreading them. Giving you a lewd view of her pink pussy unclenching and clenching around the sparkly dildo (her choice! Don’t bully her.)
You chuckled and smirked, before moving without a warning. Causing her to gasp and arch her back, her short hair splayed across the Minecraft pillow case she laid her head on (also her bed, a nerd but a cute one). Her lips parted into an ‘o’, soft ‘uh, uh, uh’ leaving her with each thrust.
“Atta girl…fuck…you’re so tight.” You said, making her whine in embarrassment. Reaching up to cover her flushed face — but you gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head. Your thrusts going deeper and harder as a punishment.
“Mhm—…please…M’sorry—…so good…” she whined out, you smirked and didn’t slow down with the thrusts. Instead, you replied with; “I’ll unpin your hands if you play with your—ngh—pretty tits infront of me.”
She whined but reluctantly nodded, making you let her hands go — she grumbled something under her breath, but it quickly got replaced with a moan when your strap hit her cervix. Her hands flying to her breasts, gripping onto her soft flesh. Her fingers began to pinch and squeeze her pink nipples, making your eyes darken and groan.
You grip onto her thighs and tilts her lower bode lightly up — to hit her cervix better. Ellie began to moan louder, getting high off the scent of your cunts. The base of the strap nudged your clit with each thrust, causing you to get close. Thrusts deepening, moans getting louder, pussies wetter.
“M’gonna cum, baby—…” you told Ellie, she nodded and replied with a same answer; “me too—..don’t stop, please, please,” she whined out.
Both of you came at the same time, arousal leaking down your legs under the harness. Ellie squirted all over the dildo, her thighs trembling and breathing shaky. She completely soaked your lower half.
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lying between your girlfriend's thighs as she plays fortnite, your head rests against the jut of her hipbone. heat radiates from her skin, seeping through the cotton of her boxers and warming your cheek.
both her extended and bent leg twitch as she mutters quiet curses under her breath. she's completely absorbed in the gameplay, not even sparing you so much as a glance.
you watch her with quiet yearning, fingers absentmindedly toying with the scrunched-up hem of her boxers, grazing the soft, familiar cotton, waiting for even the tiniest sliver of attention. "els?" you whisper, voice soft.
a distracted "yeah, yeah, babe," is all you get in return, her eyes glued to the screen, thumbs moving in sharp, practiced circles around the joysticks. no glance. no pause. you frown.
"baby," you murmur, this time hooking a finger under the waistband, tugging lightly before letting it bite back into her skin. still, nothing more than a low mumble— unintelligible and half-hearted.
rolling your eyes, you shift slightly. she wants to ignore you? fine. you can play along. you push her bent leg outward, then press a kiss just above the seam where her clit would be. that gets her attention. her hips jolt, a quiet groan slipping from her throat, "babe." her hips give needy ruts toward your mouth, her concentration finally cracked.
you smirk up at her, smug. "nuhuh, focus," you tease, voice low. "didn't wanna pay attention before, don't start now."
"but-" she huffs, only for her protest to be cut short by the soft smack of your palm against the meat of her thigh. she lets out a whimper, hips twitching as if to chase the heat of your palm.
you lean in closer, letting your breath fan over the fabric. the scent of her, faint and heady, is already making your mouth water. "play the game, els," you redirect, lips ghosting over cotton.
ellie nods, throat tight. "y-yeah.. okay.."
she tries. really, she does. but her hands are tense on the controller, her focus hanging on by a thread. you exhale slowly, then spit.
a generous glob lands dead center on her boxers, seeping into the fabric and darkening it instantly. you use your tongue to spread it around in slow circles, dragging the wet cotton right over her clit until it clings to the poor bud like a second skin.
"fuck—" she gasps, hips bucking, the controller nearly slipping from her grasp as her eyes flick down. you hum, pleased. "eyes on the screen," you remind her, your voice both sweet and cruel.
she swallows hard, trying her best to listen. but once you drag soft kitten licks along the fabric, she loses herself. it barely feels like anything separates you from her anymore— just a thin, drenched scrap of cotton, molded to every ridge and pulse of her clit.
the texture only adds to her pleasure tenfold, the friction catching just right, making each and every lick feel impossibly sharp. every swipe of your tongue has her legs twitching and her grip faltering.
you suddenly pause, pulling back just enough that your breath ghosts over the cool, damp fabric, hitting her clit but offering no relief. she lets out a soft whine, hips chasing your mouth.
"play the game right, or i'll stop," you warn gently. she whimpers, desperate, fingers squeezing the controller handles before letting out a shaky breath and trying to refocus. "i can't— can't focus," she stammers, eyes flickering between the screen and the ache between her thighs.
it's no use. her coordination slips, she hits a wrong button, missing a crucial shot. the screen flashes her match placement.
the controller falls to her chest with a dull thud, her thighs snapping shut around your head like a reflex. "please," she gasps, voice cracking with need. "no more teasing— just… ohfuck— please? i'm sorry."
you press a kiss to the soaked fabric clinging to her clit, then another. "yeah?" you murmur, lips brushing the sensitive spot through the cotton. "what're you sorry for, els?"
ellie breathes hard, eyes fluttering shut. "for ignoring you," she chokes out, the words catching in her throat. "i didn't mean to.. i-i won't do it again. please?"
"fuck," you mutter, more to yourself than to her. you dip down again and spit directly onto the fabric, watching it spread and cling even tighter to her clit. she jerks, tears brimming in her eyes, all words dying in her throat.
without warning, you seal your mouth over her through the boxers, sucking hard. ellie cries out, tears actually rolling down her cheeks from finally getting the attention she needs. "oh— fuck, fuck, i'm gonna—"
you hum against her, not letting up. every tiny lick, every pull of suction drives her over the edge. her eyes go hazy, thighs clamping tight around your head as she cums, shaking through it, her voice breaking on a raw moan of your name.
you don't stop until her body is done twitching, her hands scrambling for something to bring herself back down to reality. her breath comes out in shallow gasps, her skin flushed and hot.
you laugh, soft and warm. "jesus, els," you mutter, grinning as you press a kiss to her inner thigh. "can’t even hold yourself together for more than two minutes, huh?" ellie groans, one arm draping across her embarrassed face. "shut up."
giving sub!ellie an aphrodisiac and tying her hands to the headboard with her legs spread - sitting in front of her but doing next to nothing as she whines and begs you to touch her, only occasionally brushing your knuckles over her clit or blowing cold air onto her sopping cunt until she’s crying and pleading only to edge her and make her take a cold shower
idk if you’ve written this but omg she’d be the biggest mess crying into her pillow
eek sorry for the wait!! have been sitting on this for a while, but the loveliest, most genius ever @bloodstainedsapphic helped out SO MUCH by offering her skills to create a backstory and introduction + proofread the rest! once again i need to see yall showing her all the love or else, kay? i luv u lyssbug ♡
nsfw drabble—what the ask says, lol. dom!reader x sub!ellie, bratty!ellie, horndog!ellie acting up in public, praise & degradation, restraints ("scratchy rope"), fingering + oral, slight spanking (like once), edging, overstimulation...all e! receiving. this is so filthy i'm almost embarrassed...jfc. ++ 2k wc.
it had all started during dinner with your friends, earlier in the evening. your group was tucked into a corner booth, sharing stories and spouting nonsense like usual. you had noticed something…off, about ellie tonight, to say the least. not that she ever was miss sunshine, but her attitude all throughout was surly, dishing out tons of lip for the most innocuous comments and tamest teases.
you shot her a side-long glance and quirked your brow while your friends were distracted, trying to decipher the stick clearly lodged up her ass. ellie stares dead ahead, chewing on her lip, intent on avoiding your silent wrath.
you let it slide. for the moment.
but then, a few minutes later, the hand she’d casually snaked behind you—resting harmlessly on your hip—suddenly tightened. her fingers dug in without warning, then slid down your thigh in one brash sweep, topped with a cocky little squeeze. you’d have leapt from your seat and yelped had it not been for your audience.
she liked to keep a hand on you, but this? the deliberately possessive gesture was far too much for a dinner with your unassuming friends.
“ellie? what the fuck is wrong with you tonight?” you turn on her the second the restaurant door clicks shut behind you two, ready to head back to your place.
ellie gives you an eyeroll. “jesus. dramatic much? i have no clue what you’re talking about.”
oh. that wasn’t going to work on you, not one bit. you tugged at her shirt sleeve, yanking her to face you. “ellie..”
her green-speckled eyes flicked to yours, paired with the rush of pink blossoming on her cheeks that told on her. her insolence? the brattiness? it had all been an act. a test to goad your patience.
“so what? i just got bored, okay? i wanted to go home.”
“and what, ellie? go home and do what?” your lips tipped into a sly smirk. “you need something, baby?”
ellie’s throat bobs, like she can’t convince herself to admit to you what she had really been craving all night long. that she was needy for. you lean in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“you wanted to act like a brat tonight? just to get my attention?”
a pause. a heartbeat. her silence is answer enough.
“mm. cute.”
ellie avoids eye contact, fisting her pajama shorts, shifting uncomfortably against herself. she's mumbling under her breath—a feeble attempt to preserve some dignity. she starts to shrug off her clothes, not even attempting to hide her neediness under the previously defined attitude.
you give in.“yeah, okay. but turn around. ass up ellie, c'mon now.”
and now you're here, with ellie's body bare as the day she was born beneath you, her pert ass up in the air and pretty face shoved into the first pillow you grabbed. her wrists are tied and fighting against the scratchy restraints. you eye her dripping hole and trace your hand along the curve of her back, pushing her arch deeper.
the dim lamplight highlights just how badly she needs you, globs of glistening slick running down the back of her exposed freckly thighs, legs trembling ever so slightly. you can hear her whimpering already, if you strain.
“need me that bad, huh? wow, such a slut.” you sneer at the girl, taunting her to work her up even more. when the degrading name hits ellie's ears, she keens forward, mewling into the fabric, hands madly fidgeting against the rope. her tone is already raw, needy, and you haven't even touched her yet.
“will you do it already?” she asks you, twisting her torso around so she can glare daggers your way; or at least that's what energy she thinks she's giving off. ellie's willow green eyes are watering and her mouth is pursed, her doll-like features knitted into a purely pathetic expression. you were having a hard time not giving in and pleasing her, but the way she acted still hung heavy at the forefront of your mind.
“we're gonna do this my way, alright? be patient.” to emphasize the seriousness of your words, you give her a light smack on her ass cheek, to act as a warning. she yelps at the sudden contact, but keeps pushing. ellie was so full of attitude sometimes, you wonder where it all fits within her frame. she turns back to stuff her face in the pillow and grumbles, “fuck you, you've got me tied up and all bent over like this…jeez. the least you could is—fuck me, ahh—!!” you cut her off by shoving your middle two digits inside her sopping pussy, filling her up to the knuckle.
your own tone deepens, and you warn her again. but more sternly, “watch your mouth.”
“mmf- fine. just— keep going, please.” you could almost hear her eyes rolling back in her skull, even though you couldn't see her face.
your mouth curls into a mean smirk at her immediate submission, she was so easy to mold and you loved that about her. little touches would send her into the state immediately; toying with her was just the most fun. you're grateful she's turned away, because seeing how much you're enjoying this would cause her to hold back—and that's the very last thing you'd ever want. after all, her pleasure is your pleasure. every whine, every moan and whimper and cry…pure divinity.
ellie's breathing picks up, you see her shift in position as well, ever so slightly, just so she could covertly get you in deeper. her statuesque arch wanes while she pushes her perky chest into the mattress, her bent knees shifting further apart, simultaneously angling the front of her pelvis more outward for you.
such a feisty being, who knew she was such a whore for you?
she sighs at your intrusion, lightly squirming to get some friction. wordlessly, you let her, your free hand joining and making contact with her swollen bud—the most gentle touch on top, lighter than a feather or a summer breeze. her facade cracks even more, “please- more, i need it,”
but because ellie is, well, ellie, she summons what little fight in her she has left to throw at you with a light toss of her ass, “hahh—c'mon, you know you want to.”
your patience thins, and you exercise your control over her by bending your fingers inside her to find the spongy spot that makes her drool and you poke at it—she cracks.
dribbles of sweet slick continue to pour out of her and coat your hand, paired with whiny, high pitched moans. “thats it, fuck- yeah—right there…right there…mmh…”
you're almost concerned she's somehow going to break the restraints holding her wrists together, the way she's wiggling about. you continue your onslaught inside her, the squelching sounds of her soaked core damn near overpowering her inconsolable cries into the pillow.
she begins to shake and beg you even louder than before, “please—fuck- , yeah! ah, ah, ah-!” you watch her intently and feel the way her velvety walls clench around your digits, so you know she's close to the sweet release she's been craving all this time. you on the other hand, wanted to fuck with her some more—literally and figuratively. her stressed hole pulses, almost trapping your fingers inside her and she pushes back against you, impudently leaking like a faucet.
a moan gets caught in her throat but before she has a chance to fall off that pleasurable edge you pull out—leaving her empty and squeezing around nothing but air. she slurs into the pillow, her voice breaking mid-sob, “what the fuck...you evil bitch, i was about to cum…” oh she was pissed.
her body trembles once more, but more from the sexual craving than anything else. “you will, you will. patience, babe. remember?” you lean forward on top of her so your chest is flush against her clammy, speckled back and you whisper, “we're doing this my way.”
she sighs and gives up protesting, you hear a little sound of defeat. with a fed up groan, “i'm sorry, okay? jeez, fuck. i'll be more patient.”
“good girl, that's what i wanted to hear.” you clap your palms around the swell of her hips, pulling her ass towards you. time to get your meal. you bury your face in her heat, your mouth filling with the sweet taste of her syrupy anticipation.
your nose prods at her tight hole while your tongue works away at her cushy folds, your hands kneading her supple thighs and keeping her nice and spread wide for you. and ellie? she's just about losing her damn mind. squealing and shivering— the sensations reverberating through her.
the earlier teasing had made her so sensitive, you could feel her core fluttering against your skilled mouth already. bordering on screaming, she writhes and deepens her catlike arch even more, showcasing flexibility you didn't know she possessed.
she was still burying her face into the pillow, soaking it with salty tears and crying into it like a bitch in heat. you finally gave her throbbing clit some attention, pressing on the burning bundle of nerves with the pad of your thumb. whatever she's trying to tell you has morphed into unintelligible babbles paired with the most raunchy whines, you didn't understand a thing. but you knew how to read her body language. she was about to reach the peak once more, her cries turning shrill and needy at the overstimulation. her taste is getting stronger too, going from dainty and saccharine to rich and ambrosial; yet another telltale sign.
“fuck! wait— ohmygod…hhhhn” she careens forward again, succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure. the orgasm rips through her lithe frame, ricocheting at such a force that would make armored knights submit. her warm release bubbles out of her overworked pussy and coats your face, coming out in ragged spurts. the pillow does next to nothing when it comes to muffling her noises, she was still so, so loud. the lungs on this woman, you thought.
pistoning your tongue in and out of her, simultaneously rubbing her flushed clit works her through the waves of ecstasy—but you weren't done yet.
you ease up on the pressure but keep your caresses the same speed, until within no time at all she shrieks and squirts all over you, slick dripping down your fingers and her legs, even running down your neck.
the scene was so animalistic, so raw and lustful, it was almost shameful. at this point she's wrung of all she can produce, shaking like a leaf and weakly weeping. you snapped out of your pussydrunk haze, smoothing your palms over her rather tense muscles.
ellie looks angelic. laid on the bed like this, ass to the heavens, a sheen of sweat coating her speckled body—as ethereal as can be.
you quickly undo the rope around her wrists, bending over to kiss the sore, irritated skin. taking notice of her deep breathing, she seemed at peace now—all fucked out. definitely learned her lesson.
you soothe some more, “did so good for me els, so good.”
she moves into a comfortable position and lets you cuddle up with her, giggling like her head is in the clouds.
but of course, her attitude returns momentarily. “had i known that was my ‘punishment’ for being silly,” she adds air quotes around the stressed word, “i'd act up even more.”
she was being cocky, considering the way she was certainly conjuring up a noise complaint and sniveling like crazy.
a guffaw tears itself from you. did she really want to hold you to that?
Synopsis - you were supposed to have a girls night with Dina, but Ellie was needy and jealous - fluffy to smutty (not quick, i write a lot sorry)
Includes - sub!ellie williams x dom!reader (until the end), possessive!ellie, slight mommy k!nk, ass play, oral ellie!receiving, praise k!nk, use of good girl, objectification k!nk if you squint, orgasm control if you squint
Notes - this is my first FULL oneshot/writing. i’m SO sorry it’s too long, but i’m the type to like a detailed fic. not really proofread, so sorry if there’s mistakes. enjoy my little gays :p
As you got ready to go out with Dina, you heard steps coming down the hall from no other than your sweet girl, Ellie. She leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms, tilting her head at you as she watched you apply finishing touches in the mirror. She also couldn’t help but see the reflection of your top in the mirror, it showing much more than she thought it needed to.
“Where you going?” fell a little sharp from her mouth and you turned to look at her from your chair.
You didn’t care about her question that much, because she looked really good right now, especially with her little furrowed brows that brought a sullen expression on her aspect.
“Out with Dina. Remember? I told you, like, two days ago,” you said gently as you stood up and turned around, showing Ellie your outfit. “Do you like?” you ask with a beaming smile.
Ellie’s eyes narrowed slightly unbeknownst to you and she looked down, nodding. “You look nice, yeah,” she mutters as she took in every detail of your outfit, a tinge of envy eating at her chest.
Ellie didn’t want to ruin your night or mood, but you hanging out with Dina left a bad taste in her mouth. She usually didn’t care, but lately her jealousy and possessiveness was acting out.
You turn to face her from across the room and you slump your shoulders, “Why do you sound like you’re being held at gunpoint when you say it?”
Ellie scoffed and walked over to you, looking down at the floor like a sad puppy. She didn’t want you to know how envious she was of Dina getting your time, but it couldn’t help but slip from her mouth.
“I just…I dunno, why can’t you spend tonight with me? Why you gettin’ all dolled up for her?” she murmured, her head down as she peaked at you, her fingers going to tug down your shirt, wanting to cover more of you.
“Ellie,” you say as if you were lecturing her, but your tone was still gentle since you couldn’t help it. “She’s my friend,” you whispered as you brought your arms around her shoulders, “I’ll spend the rest of my life with you. A few hours with her won’t ruin our time, lovey,” you gently mumble as you lean over and kiss her cheek. “And I’m not getting dolled up for her, dummy.”
“Do you see how you look right now?” Ellie asked with a raised brow after scoffing at you. She shook her head and rested her hands on your hips, pulling you in just a little. “I know, I know, we’re together but…” she trailed off, looking a little embarrassed.
You tilted your head down to find her eyes and you raise your brows, “But what, baby?”
She shook her head, “Cmon. You know I can’t help but get jealous with stupid shit like this. I don’t wanna make you mad, but,” she shook her head again and gently rubbed up and down your sides.
You furrow your brows and shook your head gently, “You’re not making me mad. But look, you got me. I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to worry about me getting dressed up for someone else and you don’t have to worry about me wanting to go look for someone else, either. I got you, and I couldn’t ask for anything more, okay?” you say while searching her eyes but she still had an uncertain expression.
You put your knuckle under her chin to lift her head and you looked at her expectantly, and she began to speak.
“I know, I just can’t help it. Sometimes I think you’re just…slowly drifting and beginning to want someone else,” she murmured as she nudged your hand, insinuating she wanted you to touch her.
Over the course of your relationship, you were observant enough to pick up on things about Ellie. Like how she could only sleep next to the wall, how she liked to have oranges when she stressed out a lot, and how she acted when she felt insecure with you. This was one of those times. The way her pretty eyes could barely look at you and how her hands fidgeted with your hips, wanting to be as close to you as possible but not wanting to be seen as overbearing.
You sighed and softened your expression as you realized that she needed you right now, even if she was too stubborn or too confused to admit it. You cupped her cheek after she nudged your hand and you gently ran the pad of your thumb under her eye.
“Ellie listen to me, you’re not in competition with anyone, okay? You’re not on a time limit with me, either. It’s not like one day you’re suddenly not going to be enough for me. I’m not looking for anything better, because you’re all I could ever need right now, okay?” you mumble as you tuck her hair behind her ear with your other hand.
She nearly pouted as her heart swelled at your words and she nuzzled into your hand, kissing your palm gently. She looked at you through her lashes and mumbled, “I just…I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to mess up, or do something stupid, and have you walk out on me.”
Your eyes soften and you lean forward to kiss her cheeks and all over her face in a gentle manner, peppering her flushed face.
“If you mess up, you mess up. We get over it. We’ll work through it and move past it. The only true mistake you could make that would be unforgivable is if you cheated on me, and if you did that I would literally kill you. I won’t walk out on you for the hell of it. I love you, and I don’t wanna lose you either,” you say as you cradle her face in your hands to make her look at you.
Your words and gentle kisses soothed her anxiety-ridden heart. She melted into your touch, and her body relaxed against you as her hands tugged your waist to pull you closer. There was no denying that she craved your physical reassurance, and it didn’t bother you, either.
"I would never cheat on you," she whispers, her voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness that didn’t go unnoticed by you. “I can't bear the thought of anyone else touching you, even looking at you, and I wouldn’t ever wanna do that either. You're mine, and I’m yours. Forever and always."
You nod and lean in to place a chaste kiss on her jaw, muttering, “Good, because I’d hate to have to kill you.” with a small smile.
You then lean back and take her face in your hands again, looking for her eyes before saying, “Now, tell me you understand that I’m not having these preconceived plans to leave you.”
Ellie sighed and nodded, but her gaze was still reluctant and it made you want to rip her face off, but in a loving way.
“I understand,” she muttered, a small pout falling onto her pillow lips and it made you ache at the sight, especially with her head in your hands.
“Hey,” you mumble, taking her chin in your hand and sort of squishing her cheeks in your grip to make her form a slight pucker. “Cmon baby, tell me the truth. Tell me what you know and what I’ve told you is the truth, not what you overthink about.”
Ellie let out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping a bit as she gave in. Her inner battle with her insecurities and anxieties slowly diminished with the look you gave her and she sighed, “I... I know the truth," she muttered, her eyes still fixed on yours. "I know you love me, and that you won't hurt me."
You smile and nod, “Atta girl.” You then lean in to place a gentle kiss against her squished lips, “Smart girl.”
A small, stubborn “Hmph,” sound left her and she leaned in to kiss you again. The kiss was like a balm to her weary heart, soothing her troubled thoughts. She hummed softly against your lips, her eyes fluttering closed in contentment.
Her body relaxed, her muscles and brain went pliant as she melted into your touch. She leans her forehead against yours, her voice soft and vulnerable. “I just... I need you, baby. I need you to remind me sometimes that it’s all just in my head."
You nod and lean forward to kiss her jaw, “How, baby? How do you need me to remind you? Physical assurance? Verbal? Tell me what you need to help,” you murmur, wanting to fix this hole that was deeply cemented into Ellie’s mind.
She shivered as she felt your lips on her skin, nice and warm. Your voice was like a balm to her rough edges and she felt dizzy under your care, and she loved it. She slightly arched into your touch like a cat craving affection and thought for a moment, trying to navigate her mind as it was muddled. “I... I need both," she murmurs, her eyes closing as she focuses on the sensation of your lips against her skin. "The physical stuff and...and the verbal stuff. I need to know that you're mine and I'm yours,” she mumbled shyly and vulnerably.
You place one last kiss before lifting your head to look at her, and your knees immediately went weak at the sight of her. She was fucking incredible. Pouted lips, soft eyes that were practically screaming solely for your affection. It made you ballistic.
“Hold that thought,” you said slightly strained before walking back over to your desk, grabbing your phone to text someone.
She watched you walk away with her hand following your hips as it fell lifeless onto her lap. She rose her brows in curiosity as you typed on your phone and her mind raced on what you could possibly be doing right fucking now.
"Who are you texting?" she asks, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy and almost irritation.
“Shut up,” you mumble playfully but then as you turn to look up at her, Ellie had a stoic expression that made you roll your eyes. “Oh calm down, I’m texting Dina. I’m telling her I got sick and I need to stay home,” you say before looking back at your screen to see if you got a reply.
She relaxed at your words, a small smile tugging the corner of her lips but she hid it from your gaze.
"Wait, no more girls' night?" she asked, her tone awful at hiding her happiness from the news. "Faking sick just to stay home with me? Why?"
“Well, considering my options are staying in with a hot, needy girl that tastes good or getting tipsy, I’d place my bets on the former any day,” you say as you turn off your phone following a thumbs up from Dina, placing it back down and turning to look at Ellie with a smile. “I love Dina, but I think you need me tonight,” you mumble, slightly more gentle.
She blushed at your softness and smirked at your teasing, standing up to walk over to you with a sheepish expression. “I suppose I can’t complain about your insults if you’re choosing to put your attention all on me,” she spoke as her hand found its way shyly, yet possessively, onto your hip.
“Oh whatever, you’re only getting it because you were practically crying,” you tease, grabbing her hand and bringing her back onto the bed.
You gently guided her to sit on the edge as you bent down and kneeled before her, resting your hands on her knee and gazing up at her with loving eyes.
She smirks at your retort, her pride wounded only a slight bit. As you kneeled before her, her breath hitched and she reached out, gently running her hand over your head. The intimate position has her feeling flustered, and heat rose in her cheeks as her eyes locked with yours.
You were breathtaking to her, and she was thankful for every bit of air you stole from her lifetime since it was in the sake of love.
"I wasn't... crying," she mumbles, her voice tinged with affection and playful defiance as she tucked your hair behind your ear. "I was just... expressive."
“You were whiny,” you correct as you drop your hands to her calf and you kiss her knee. “It’s okay baby, I’m not mad that my girl needs some love,” you say before placing a hot kiss onto her thigh, slightly darting your tongue out to taste the soft skin.
A soft shiver ran through her at the feeling of your kiss on her thigh. As she watched you, she bit her lip to stifle a moan due to the sight in front of her, her body having a million responses to your touch already.
"I... I wasn't whiny," she protested weakly, trying to sound convincing even as her voice wavered. You then glanced up at her and she nearly twitched. "I was just... vocal about my feelings."
She couldn’t help but squirm a bit, her body growing more and more sensitive with each kiss you left searing into her thigh. Her eyes locked with yours, arousal mixing with a hint of vulnerability.
“Mhm,” you mumble with your lips sucking onto her skin. “I like when you’re vocal about anything. Prettiest voice,” you murmur slowly as you make your way to her other thigh, licking the soft flesh as you grip her knee and let a moan slip out from your throat due to the taste of her lingering on your tongue.
She was sweet, warm, and soft. Your mouth glided over her body easily, as if it were made for you.
Ellie’s other leg was held by your hand and you gently ran your fingers over her calf, trying to show her all the affection she deserved.
She sucked in a sharp breath as your tongue ran along her skin, her body responding highly to your touch. The sound of your moan had her heart rate spike and she bit her lip to stifle a mewl. The feel of your hand on her leg was both soothing and arousing, and she can't help but shiver at the dual sensations. Her body trembled, her voice growing more ragged as she spoke. “I... Fuck, I like it when you say stuff like that," she stutters, her words coming out in soft gasps.
You look up and smirk at her, “You mean complimenting you?” you ask in a slightly mocking tone.
She knitted her brows and nodded, reaching her hand out to gently brush her fingers over your tight grip on her thigh, and the gentle gesture made you feel fuzzy.
You kiss her thigh gently, your movements getting haste as you watched her expression slowly turn into something needy. “Lay back,” you gently command, standing up and using your hands to guide her back further onto the bed. “Atta girl,” you murmur with a breathy tone.
She obeyed your command, her body moving willingly as you guide her back onto the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes locking with yours as you tower over her. You kept your eyes on her as you kissed up her body from her thighs. Planting a trail and going attentively made her chest rise and fall quickly, her body growing hotter with anticipation. She can't help but feel a little vulnerable, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she watched you give her all she craved.
Your mouth makes its way up her torso, kissing over her boobs which made her twitch. When you got to her throat, you let your lips graze over the skin and up to her chin until you reached her mouth.
“I think,” you say raspy as you ghost your lips over hers, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Her cheeks heated up and turned red, green eyes fluttering as your lips hovered in a taunting way. She melted into the sheets, letting out a soft, needy whine as her chest swelled with an overwhelming need for you. “You... you're just... you're just saying that," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she grew shy and needy.
You shook your head disappointedly, making her furrow her brows in the most mind reeling way. “I’ll prove it to you, Ellie,” you murmur before leaning down to her ear and softly kissing the shell of it. “I’d fuck you in front of a mirror and call you the prettiest girl and make you repeat it,” you whispered lowly, one of your hands finding their way to her waist, an irritable itch causing you to get handsy despite your self control.
Her breath hitched at your words, her body responding with a needy whine and an arch into your hold. She could nearly feel herself get wet at your bluntness, the thought of you proving it to her driving her wild. Before she could form a proper response, her hips involuntarily thrusted upwards, seeking friction against your body. “I... I don't know if I could handle that," she murmurs, her voice cracking with need.
“Tsk, tsk,” you make with disapproval while looking down at her hips that bucked desperately for friction. “We both know I’d make you take it anyway,” you murmured before kissing her mouth, not letting her object but rather swallowing the pathetic whimper that fell from her mouth.
Ellie’s stubborn protests died in her throat, as did her composure, and she melted against your mouth, her own opening as she silently begged for your tongue. She whimpered softly against your lips, her desire and need for you overtaking any hesitation she may have had. Her hips grind up against you, seeking the friction they desperately craved, and she let out the most pathetic and desperate moan.
“No,” you mutter against her lips, “Keep still,” you say lowly between hot kisses onto her mouth, pressing her hips down with your hand to prevent her from touching you.
She obeyed your command, her body stilling on the bed as you pushed her hips down. A small whimper escaped her lips, her body quivering with need, but nevertheless she was obedient. She listened to you. At first, at least. She felt powerless and vulnerable, her body craving your touch while being unable to take it herself. She looked up at you, her eyes a mixture of desire and frustration. “Please don't torture me," she begs, her voice trembling as her body nearly itched.
“I won’t, pretty girl,” you mumble softly before leaning down and licking her throat, feeling a dull but rapid pulse. “Promise,” you mutter gently.
Her head lolled back and she softly sighed at the feeling of your warm tongue against her throat, her body once again responding to your touch, despite her earlier protests. Her desire began to overly consume her and every graze of your fingers and every stroke of your tongue fueled the irreparable need that burned in her.
She nodded, her voice shaky as she spoke. "I won't move, I promise I'll be good."
Your eyes snap up to her and you softly moan at Ellie’s words, lifting your head to look down at her, “You’ll what?” you ask, wanting to hear it again.
You then take your hand to her thigh, gripping the flesh and lifting her knee to her chest, settling your body between her legs with your hips aligned to her center.
She felt her chest burn at the way you spoke, making her talk and giving her small commands like this made her nearly submit all decisions to you; she didn’t care, she went wild over your small acts of dominance.
She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire, and whimpered pitifully. "I'll be good, I promise. Please, just...” she murmured before reaching up and tugging on your shirt and gritting softly through her teeth, “Touch me."
You furrow your brows at the mess underneath you and you shook your head. “No, baby. I’ll touch you when, and how I want to, and you’ll be an obedient girl right?” you ask while tilting your head in a condescending way, deciding to tease her as you grind your hips against her, barely allowing any friction.
You could see the pure struggle written all over her expression and she involuntarily bucked her hips, whining at the feeling.
You feel yourself get wetter by the second, Ellie’s fucked out state making you immensely horny and needy, too. You just liked to humiliate her. You couldn’t help it, her glossy eyes, parted pink lips and the most insatiable sounds drove you crazy.
You shook your head at her, an act of feigning disapproval just to get that pathetic look out of her. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” you mumbled gently, your tone mocking as you pressed your hips firmly into hers, pushing her down. “What happened to my good girl?”
She nearly broke at that and it made you smile. She threw her head back and gripped your shoulder, digging her fingers into your skin and cursing under her breath.
You tilted your head, studying each small change in her aspect for every move you made. You then traced your hand down the back of her thigh on the leg that was brought to her chest. Your fingers gently ran against her warm skin until you brushed the inner parts of her thighs, an overly sensitive area for Ellie.
“Just be patient, sweet girl” you softly cooed, watching how she unraveled. “I know you can do it, you’re my girl.” you mumble.
She nodded, her breath coming in sharp inhales as she closed her eyes, trying to focus solely on not moving as your fingers were torturing her.
“Good girl,” you draw out lowly and firm, as if you were genuinely proud of the mess she was.
At the same time the praise left your lips, you moved your hand a few inches and palmed her clothed pussy and also thrusted against her, teasing her horribly. Your hand against her felt nice, but the fact that you put a barrier between your thrusting hips made her fucking ache.
Her body jerked at the feel of your hand against her, her need for you growing to almost unbearable proportions. She arched her back, pressing herself into your palm, and a low and desperate moan escaped her throat.
"Yes, right there," she gasped, her eyes fluttering open briefly. "Please, baby. Please keep doing that. I'm... I'm being such a good girl for you, aren't I?” she whined, caring for both your approval and more friction from your palm.
“Fuck,” you whimper out while looking down at Ellie. She was a complete mess and it was making you unbearably dizzy. “So fucking needy,” you say as you begin to slowly move the palm of your heel against her clothed mound, not caring about dragging it out anymore; she was too pretty to not want to please.
She was heavy-lidded and in pure bliss from your tone and touch, leaving her desperate as she began to grind against your hand, soft moans spilling from her mouth as she wrapped her arms around your neck.
“Fuck,” you hiss, feeling your hand get damp over her shorts. Unbelievable. “This all for me, princess?” you mumble, looking down as her hips shook and a mewl rang in your ear.
Ellie nodded desperately, her voice coming out in a breathless whisper, "Yes, it's all for you. Only you." She bucked her hips up, the need in her voice and actions growing even more intense as she sought more of your touch. "Please, I... I need you so badly, baby. I... I want to be good for you, please."
You kiss her mouth fervently before leaning back, “Be a pretty girl for me and play with your tits,” you mutter, your voice cracking with need.
You dragged your nails across her thighs and sat up, spreading her pretty legs and settling yourself between her thighs as you sat on your haunches. You reached forward and hooked your finger onto the hem of her shorts, pulling them off her legs and kissing her calf gently as her legs rose in the air.
Her eyes nearly lit up at your command, her hands instantly going to her chest, shaky fingers toying with boobs over her shirt as she looked at you with her lips slightly parted, her hips barely bucking off the bed.
You shook head immediately, the barrier of clothing a sign of disrespect to you, “Take your shirt off,” you mumble as you lean forward, kissing the hem of her underwear sweetly under her bellybutton and pushing her shirt up to help get it off.
The kiss on her stomach causes her to shiver, and she fumbles to remove her shirt, her hands trembling with need. She sat up fully, allowing the shirt to come over her head and tossed to the ground. She looked at you, her bare chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, waiting for your next command. "Like... like this?" she whispered innocently, her voice thick with need as her eyes fell onto yours as your gaze fell onto her pretty boobs.
Her fingers toyed with her nipples and you nearly drooled at the sight, especially after hearing her tone, it was like she was desperate for your approval.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, Ellie’s innocent question making your head spin. “Just like that, baby,” you say breathily. “Lay back for me just like before,” you coo gently, keeping your hands on her hips.
Ellie went back against the pillows, like a full course meal just for you. She began to knead her breasts and you nodded, “Doesn’t that feel good, princess?” you ask, your voice going raspy as you ran your hands over her thighs gently.
“I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling, "I've never..." She falters slightly, unsure what to say, her need for you overriding her own shyness and uncertainty. She looks up at you, her eyes still dark with desire. "I... I want you to touch them. Please, I need to feel your hands on me. Will you...?"
You scooted closer to Ellie, lifting her legs over your thighs as you settled close in the space between her thighs. You watched her with furrowed brows, her question causing a burning ache in your tummy to grow. You shook your head gently, “Keep going. Let me watch,” you mumbled, soft fingers kneading the skin of her thighs.
Ellie gasped as you gripped her thighs, her body arching instinctively at the feel of your fingers digging into her skin. The feeling of your thighs touching hers has her feeling hot, needy, and pathetic. Any sliver of your skin touching hers made her burn up, not to mention your words were infuriating her. She wanted you to touch her so badly, but she also liked how you practically rejected her and made her act like a slut for your own pleasure. She also couldn’t deny loving being your own star. She loved your attention, and the fact that she could practically see how horny you were just by watching her turned her on even more.
She whimpered softly, her need overriding her normal hesitation, and whispered, "Please... please touch me. I want you to touch me all over. I... I need you, baby. Please, I'll do anything you want, just... just touch me."
Her words came out whiny and broken, a haze of lustful need clouding her mind as her movements became slightly irregular, impatient almost.
You slightly snapped.
“Hands or mouth?” you ask, voice strained and sharp. Impatient.
Her brain couldn’t comprehend the words leaving your mouth at first, but then her eyes shifted to a pleading look and she whined, “Mouth. Please, please, baby.”
Immediately, you brought your mouth to her breast and began to suck and toy with the sensitive skin, causing Ellie to gasp and find her hands on your shoulders.
Her body went pliable under your power and she shuddered and gasped for each suck and soft bite you left onto her skin, causing a desperate, “More,” to leave her mouth.
You hissed, kissing your way across her chest to catch her other nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue sweetly over the mound to stimulate that sweet spot to get Ellie breathless. Your hand pinched her other nipple and Ellie’s head was thrown back in pure bliss, soft whimpers and shaky breaths coaxing your ears.
You released her from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and sat up, looking down and the horribly drenched spot on her soft, cotton underwear. You couldn’t help but groan, spreading her legs and wiping your thumb firmly over her clothed pussy.
“Fucking christ,” you cursed through your teeth. “You’re fucking soaked, baby,” you say, causing Ellie to whine and blush.
You continued to move your thumb over her, soft moans starting to spill from her mouth and she angled her hips so you kept stimulating her clit and it made you dizzy, her getting off on your hand like that.
You felt hot. You needed her. Bad.
“Get on your hands and knees,” you say darkly, your tone coming out commanding but also desperate.
She was a trembling, panting mess. Her eyes met yours in a glazed look with need and she nodded in compliance, sitting up with shaky limbs and turning to position herself on her hands and knees. Her body practically trembled in anticipation. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking as she looked back at you with the prettiest doe eyes you’d ever laid on.
However, that fucking drenched spot clouded your mind and all you could focus on was how she would taste.
You sat up on your knees behind her, aligning your hips with her ass and grinding into her, moaning at the pretty sight. You slapped her ass, earning you an unforgettable gasp.
“Put your face in the pillows,” you order gently, your tone contradicting your mean words and it made Ellie dizzy, causing her to roll her eyes back as she complied and arched her back, burying her face into the pillows with her ass on full front for you.
“Please… you know I don’t like teasing,” she whimpered sadly, her hands beginning to grip the pillow she rested on.
You were kneading her ass with your hands, feeling the warm flesh under your fingers and you muttered, “Shut the fuck up,” before leaning down to bite her ass.
She bit onto her pillow, yelping as she felt your teeth sink in and her back arched more, a throaty moan escaping her mouth as she tried to be quiet.
You sit back onto your haunches, admiring the sight before you, gripping her sensitive flesh under the crease of her ass, spreading the skin softly and watching her pussy open from underneath her soaked underwear.
“Mom…” her voice broke out and trailed off, a horribly undeniable embarrassment but needy tone lacing her trailed off word. “Baby,” she whined.
“I told you to shut up,” you rasp out.
You dig your fingers into her ass and Ellie nearly cried out, she was so frustrated. The scent of your shampoo on her pillow wasn’t helping either, and when she felt you kiss her pussy over her underwear she completely broke.
You had leaned forward, smelling her mess before placing a hot kiss onto her, groaning at the evidence of how ruined she was for you.
“Fuck.” you hiss roughly before hooking your fingers desperately over the hem of her underwear and pulling it down, baring her in front of you to allow such a lewd sight to be exploited. “Touch yourself.”
Ellie shook at your command, her hand slowly but surely making her way between her legs, her mind reeling at the feeling of your soft hands on her. You guided her knees to spread a little more and you saw her pretty fingers come out from under her tummy, the digits instantly going to stimulate her achy clit.
“What was that you almost called me? Couldn’t help but think you almost said Mommy, sweet girl,” you mumble, kissing her ass as you gasped, watching her pussy nearly cry and drool with need.
A guttural moan was cried into her pillow and you smiled, tracing your finger barely over her outer lips as you watched her tremble.
“‘M sorry,” she muttered, her fingers picking up the pace but then you bit her ass, making her stop momentarily.
“Slower, bunny,” you coo.
Her hand flexed and she gave out, crying out in frustration, “Please, I want more. Please I’ve been good, I’ve done everything you’ve asked. Fuck just- I want you to fill me up, please!” she begs out as her tone gets louder.
One thing about Ellie was her sexual tendency to cry when she got too frustrated or pent up, and you could practically hear her tears now. It turned you on, knowing she was writhing as she was so close yet so far to where she wanted to be. She shifted her hips, begging for your mouth, fingers, anything, and her pussy quivered under the feel of your breath and your nose grazed her asshole, making her gasp.
You grunt at the ghosting contact, feeling yourself ache with need for her. You don’t make a sound, the only thing ringing between these walls being her frustrated breaths and her fidgeting limbs against the blanket while she waited for you to do anything. You take your hands on each side of her inner thighs, using your thumbs to spread her open to completely expose her.
You then leaned forward, blowing cooling and teasing air onto her aching pussy. A soft whimper was heard from her and her body blushed with a faint red. But her body also relaxed, it being a mix of you finally touching her and just your touch in general.
You muttered, “So pretty,” before leaning in to connect your mouth with the flesh, gently flattening your tongue against her clit and dragging it up to her ass, earning you a beautiful moan from your girl.
“Atta girl,” you praise, making Ellie whimper and look back at you, having those ‘am I being good?’ eyes.
“Thank you,” she breathes out gently, her hips slightly shifting indicating she wanted more.
You kiss her inner thigh before going back again, offering her gentle strokes with your tongue onto her clit, wanting to build her pleasure. And, oh, did she love it.
Ellie completely melted into the bed, her body going lax and not a care in the word for the sounds that left her throat. Whines, cries, and honest moans rang around the bedroom. For every lick and suck that you gave was met with a moan and slight jerk of her body.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” she whimpered out. “Just- Stop, for a second. I…” she rambled, and you released her clit with a soft suck before replacing your tongue with your fingers, softly circling.
Ellie didn’t say the safe word, so technically you didn’t have to completely stop but you still wanted to see what was wrong so early on.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl?”
Her favorite pet name.
She grunted in response and she nudged your thigh with her foot, making you look down and softly cradle her ankle.
“I… I don’t wanna cum yet,” she whispered, obviously embarrassed but mostly flustered, slightly shifting forward to get away from your fingers.
You tilt your head at her and furrow your brows, moving your fingers up to her entrance, toying with her since you knew she couldn’t cum from penetration. Typically, at least.
“Can I finger you?” you ask hoarsely, a frantic nod coming from Ellie.
“Go slo-“ the words died in her throat as she felt your finger slide into her, barely.
It felt different this time; it felt too good.
You could feel her flex onto your middle finger, causing your jaw to drop as you watched your finger get sucked into her pretty hole, making you wetter by the second.
“Wait,” she mumbled out mixed with a moan as your finger glided into her slowly.
She was fucking sensitive.
“Baby, you feel so good,” you mutter, your tone strained as you watch your knuckles disappear into her.
“Nmph,” she whimpered , almost sounding drunk off the feeling of your finger inside her. “Slow- Stop,” she gasped, feeling you slightly curl your finger and she reached behind, grabbing your wrist.
“No baby, let go,” you order gently, her nails still digging. “Cmon, baby. Don’t you wanna be good for Mommy?” you asked in a mocking tone and she broke.
Ellie had always danced around the topic of calling you that because she was nervous, but you knew what she wanted, and you knew the effect it would have.
She dropped her hand and whined, “Please,” while looking back at you.
“Just ask me before you cum yeah? Wanna be a good girl for me don’t you? Good girls need permission to cum,” you mumble, slowly picking up your pace.
You then pull out your finger to insert your ring finger, going slowly to help Ellie accommodate to the stretch, making her mind mush at the feeling. Ellie had a thing for feeling ‘full’, and you were gonna accomplish that tonight.
“Can I make you feel good baby?” you rasp out.
She struggled to reply as your two digits slowly but surely slipped into her, but she knew you only accepted verbal replies in times like this.
“Yes, Mommy, please,” she whimpered, bucking her hips back onto your fingers and swallowing your knuckles inside her.
You slowly pull out your fingers, watching her ass follow desperately. She looked back at you with furrowed brows and you mumbled, “Lay on your back,” and she did.
You began to lay on the bed, guiding her knees to her chest and kissing her warm skin that tasted sweet.
“Relax, sweet girl,” you murmur before going between her legs and spreading her ass with your hands, grabbing handfuls of the flesh.
She watched you as her breathing picked up, the knot in her tummy stronger than ever and the blush on her entire body heating her up.
You leaned down and stuck out your tongue, swirling it gently on her ass as you looked up at her to see those pretty green eyes roll back. You moaned into her, making her feel fuzzy.
You let up and then spit on her ass, swirling a finger in her hole to get it nice and wet before trialing it down to her ass, toying with her.
“Mommy,” she whimpered, almost as if she was begging for you to go easy.
“What is it baby? Don’t you wanna be filled up and used? That’s what your pretty holes are for, right?” you asked condescending, barely pushing the tip of your ring finger into her ass, making her eyes flutter.
“Fuck!” she hissed, throwing her head back and spreading her legs for you.
You smiled and then with the same hand, used your middle and index finger to slip into her pussy, making her gasp harshly.
“Perfect fit,” you mutter, making her mewl.
When you got dirty like this, Ellie couldn’t keep up. She liked it so much when you fucked her into oblivion, but she got so sheepish that she couldn’t handle it. She just didn’t want you to stop.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Look at this pretty pussy getting my fingers nice and wet to fuck you properly. You fucking nasty girl, you like this don’t you? You like being filled and used don’t you baby?” you say, your voice rolling off Ellie’s back like honey, making her brain malfunction.
“Oh god,” she cried, her hands reaching all around to grasp onto something to try and stabilize her.
“That’s it, baby,” you murmur before leaning forward and connecting your mouth to her clit.
You look up at her, watching her chest go up and down as your fingers reach places she normally can’t, causing her hips to fervently move. You didn’t mind it, not this time at least. You wanted to make her feel good, and you couldn’t stop after seeing her like this.
“Baby,” she moaned out, your tongue and fingers bringing her close to the edge, all the fucking foreplay did enough already and she was more than prepared to cum all over you.
Ellie couldn’t take it, your moderate pace with your mouth on her. It was like every move you made was thought out and attentive. Like it was intentional to make her cum instantly, but not in a rushed way. In a ‘I know what makes you feel good’ way. Not to mention, your fucking dirty mouth did a lot, too; Ellie was a sucker for dirty talk.
“I told you to tell me when you’re about to cum,” you mumble. You could feel her flex against your fingers, like she always did when she was close and you began to quicken your pace, your fingers going a little faster and your mouth going relentlessly fast. It was her favorite.
“S…Sorr…Sorry,” she staggered out, moans coming out broken as she lost composure. “Can… Can I cum? Please, please, please. Let me cum for you, let me, Ple-“ it died in her throat as her back arched against the bed.
“Cum for me baby,” you grunt out quickly before going back to her clit, working your mouth around her to desperately bring her to ecstasy.
She began to flex onto your finger, her thighs closing around your head as her back arched and sharp whimpers left her mouth. Her hands went to your hair, tugging as her sounds got louder and more lewd, all as she began to cum around you.
You didn’t let up, either. You knew better than to stop. You kept going at that good pace, hitting that special spot for her. Making her feel good. And she rewarded you. Her sweet cum spilled across your hand, tears prickling her eyes as she begged for you to stop, moans and whimpers leaving her mouth.
You were on cloud nine moaning into her. You began to slow your fingers and mouth, sucking on her clit as she jerked and desperately tried to push you off. She was throbbing against your fingers and you let out her ass, but kept inside her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her pulsating against you.
“S- Stop… Can’t take it,” she pleaded breathily.
You looked up at her, your eyes fucked out and hazed. You sucked her clit one last time before letting go, licking around her thighs and ass to clean her up of her mess.
You groaned at the taste, leaning back to watch as you slowly pulled your fingers out of her, seeing how soaked your fingers were and she whimpered at the loss.
You kissed all around her inner thighs and sucked on your fingers while looking up at her, her face flushed and fucked out.
You pulled down her legs to allow her to lay properly and you crawled up, kissing her skin and holding her in your arm before kissing her lips.
“You did so good baby,” you mumble, kissing her cheeks, causing her to softly laugh.
“Made me feel good,” she mumbled, tugging on your shirt, wanting your attention.
“Mm,” you mumbled before looking down at her mouth, leaning in to slowly kiss her, a gentle moan leaving the both of you as she cradled your face.
As you broke the kiss, she looked up at you and slipped her hand under your shirt, touching your hip.
“You’re so perfect,” you mumble before kissing her mouth again, but when you did, she pushed you into your back.
“Yeah?” she murmured, kissing your neck and immediately abusing your sweet spot with her mouth.
“Ellie,” you whined, trying to get away.
“No, baby. My turn,” she said darkly, bringing her fingers up and slowly slipping them into your mouth. “Suck.”
It was like a switch flipped and your eyes went from fucked out to desperate, immediately obliging to her words and sucking on her fingers.
“Good girl,” Ellie murmured, watching as she fucked her fingers into your mouth slowly, getting ready to make you feel good now.
mdni. sub-bottom ellie. inexperienced fem-top reader. strap-on usage. vaginal sex. sorta loss of virginity.
i feel like the first time you have any sort of sexual experiences with your girlfriend—specifically fucking ellie with your strap—you’d say the most out of pocket things, and you could play it off as simply not knowing any better. but when her cheeks flush a deep shade of red, when she can’t help but moan louder on your cock, when her pussy grips onto your strap with a newfound desperation—you know what you’re doing to her. you may be a virgin, but you’re not stupid.
what’s really funny about this whole situation is that ellie genuinely believed that she was going to be in control, she believed that she was going to turn you into a stuttering mess. despite only having minimal experience herself, she was so cocky, saying things like, “don’t worry, babe. i’ll teach ya.”
and now you have ellie laying beneath you while she trembles and mewls like a kitten. her back rests against your pink bedsheets and you’re holding her legs open wide—because she refused to do it herself, saying it was embarrassing and unnecessary.
”your pussy is swallowing me up, babe,” you groan, watching her cunt intently as her juices absolutely drench your strap. “fuuck, do you hear that, els? i think she’s, ahh, talking to me.”
”god, s-shut up—idiot, mmf!”
you piston your hips into her and you’re honestly proud of yourself for fucking ellie with such animalistic fervor, having never done this before. poor thing is trembling on your cock and her pussy is making obscenely loud squelching noises. if you were her, you’d feel embarrassed for having such a loud and needy pussy.
the smell of sex and ellie’s tangy cunt fills the air, and it smells so fucking good you feel like you could get high off it. ellie’s wanton moans are making your own pussy so much wetter against the harness of your strap, accompanied by the lewd noises of your cock fucking deep inside her little hole.
“you look so tight, baby. i wish i could feel your pussy for real.”
”y-you can’t say—uuuh—! can’t say t-things like that!”
”aw, why not?”
”b-because—ohh! it’s embarrassing,” she stammers, and her tongue feels heavy in her mouth. ellie wishes you’d shut up so she could just focus on taking your cock and keeping her noises quiet, but every time you speak it’s like her brain turns to mush and she moans like an easy whore.
”i’m just being honest here, els.” you pant at the strength in which you’re fucking her. “i wanna feel your pussy wrapped around me, pulsing for me—mmph—shaking when i hit your special spot. you’d feel so warm, i bet.”
”stop talking—fuckk!”
you know you’re hitting ellie’s cervix with every thrust, stirring up her guts, but you can’t stop—won’t stop until she’s ruined for anyone else.
gripping ellie’s hips, you tilt her pelvis up towards the ceiling, her ass hanging in the air. she immediately bites her teeth down into your pillow at the changed angle, drool running across her chin as she muffles her sobs. you stroke her protruding hipbones soothingly.
”do you like that, ellie?” you ask, rubbing the freckled skin of her pelvis. her cheeks flush and she ignores your question, focusing on the feeling of your cock filling every crevice of her creamy pussy. “come on, els. you have to tell me if you like it. i’m new at this, how else am i supposed to know?”
”i like it—ahh! i like it, i like it,” ellie babbles mindlessly, her nails scratching at your sheets.
”you’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” you coo and then bring your fingers to her little clit.
ellie jumps against your strap like she’s been electrocuted, her hips twitching in earnest as if she’s unsure of which stimulation she wants to chase more; your fingers or your cock. she’s never been touched like this before, never had her body played quite so expertly—despite your lack of experience.
your strap is glistening with her wetness and it’s downright sinful.
”nngh! ohh—aghh, baby, baby, slow down—!” ellie’s lips are shiny with spit, bubbles of drool decorating her chin, and her eyes are watery and glazed with unshed tears of pleasure. her cute, little tits, all the way up to her neck, is flushed a deep raspberry red, along with the apples of her cheeks. she looks completely debauched. she looks like she belongs in a porno.
you toss your head back, laughing meanly and, instead, speed up the pace of your thrusts. “jesus, you’re just a mess, huh?”
ellie’s a live wire of sensation, every nerve-ending in her body singing for more, more, more. you take pity on her, rubbing her clit in fast, maddening circles as you continue stirring her up from the inside out. the dual stimulation is overwhelming her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“i’m—coming, unngh! coming, coming, ohh, fuck!” ellie wails, her words dissolving into a litany of broken, garbled moans and sobs.
then she throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream. her green eyes are cockdrunk and hazy, and a full-body shudder wracks her frame as she orgasms on your cock. the minimal fat of her breasts are jiggling as her body trembles.
you lean down, sinking your teeth into the soft skin of ellie’s neck and then sucking kisses onto it, marking her so she’ll remember how you treated her body when she wakes up tomorrow morning.
mdni. sub-top ellie with a small dick. bottom fem-reader. loser ellie. degradation. vaginal sex. p in v sex. super short drabble. partially based off this ask.
ellie has the smallest cock you’ve ever seen—barely the length of your thumb, no thicker than two fingers. it’s a pitiful, useless thing, hardly worth calling a dick at all. and when she has you sprawled out on her bed, pushing into you with desperate little thrusts, you can scarcely feel her.
you wonder if you’re the first girl she’s ever fucked—how could you not be? what other girl in their right mind would even let her get this far? you should push her off, should stop this before it reaches the inevitable, because this is doing nothing for you—she’s just using you like some poor little toy—and yet, for some reason, you don’t.
“haah, fuck—do you like it?” ellie asks, raspy and tinged with something sweetly naive.
you can’t help but laugh, because is she actually serious right now? is ellie unaware of how pathetic her tiny shrimp dick is? the condom keeps sliding off for christ’s sake. and then, predictably, her little cock slips out of you for the nth time.
you croon satirically, “oh, yeahhh, fucking me so good, shoved inside me so deep. you’re really ruining me, baby.”
ellie shudders when she presses back inside you, jostling you up the bed with each eager, fumbling thrust. her tiny tits are bouncing like jello and her cockhead is leaking precum inside you like a faucet. it’s cute, in a way—and she’s being such a sweetheart, so maybe you should find it in your heart to have some compassion, but you can’t help teasing her.
“does this even feel good for you? you’re barely stretching me out, babe.” and you’re genuinely asking, which makes ellie all the more embarrassed and ashamed.
ellie flushes bright red, the humiliation painting the tips of her ears down to her throat. she’s fucking you like a cheap whore—like that’s what she’s used to. maybe that’s all she knows. after all, who else would waste their time with a cock this small unless they were getting paid for it? and yet here you are, letting her have you for free. that must make you even lower, scummier.
“yes, mmphh—aghh, i like it, i like it—feels good,” ellie pants, dumb and suffused with need.
“yeah? gonna squirt your tiny dick inside me?” you coo, petting her hair back.
her breath stutters, hips losing what little rhythm they had to begin with, and ellie’s slowing down as if she’s trying to hold back—like she actually thinks she can make this last. it’s almost endearing, how hard she’s trying, how earnestly she clings to the illusion that she’s giving you something worth taking.
“mngh, fuck—” ellie chokes, hands trembling, gripping onto your waist like she’s scared her cock will slip out again—and it wouldn’t surprise you if it did.
you press a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down until her forehead brushes yours. “go on, baby,” you murmur, half a purr, half a taunt. “be a good girl and cum for me.”
that’s all it takes. she whimpers—nasally and pathetic—and her entire body tenses up like a coiled spring, before she snaps, spilling inside the condom in a series of weak, jerky thrusts. it’s almost imperceptible, but you can feel it; the tiny little cock pulsing against your gummy walls, trying to bypass the latex and fill your cunt full of sticky cum.
ellie collapses on top of you, shivering, breath hot against your collarbone. for a moment, she’s still. and then—quietly, hesitantly—she whispers, “did you…?”
you don’t answer. instead, you comb your fingers lazily through her hair, offering her the softest ghost of affection. you let her have this moment—let her believe, just for a little while, that she gave you even a fraction of what you gave her.
