summary: one bed (or technicially couch) trope with bestfriend!ellie.
warnings: fingering, thigh riding, cunnalingus, choking, all r!recieving, goofy goobers.
word count: 3,778 words
ellie speaking, reader speaking.
"jesus" ellie complains as she slams the door, wind fighting against it. the cold causes a dusty pink to frost her cheeks. as much as you both want to collapse into your sleeping bags and let some much needed rest consume you - safety comes first. so the both of you, guns lazily at your sides, take a quick look around the unfamiliar cabin.
finding nothing but woods surrounding the cabin and nothing but the two of you inside, collapsing on the couch is the next move. you're both a little winded from trotting through the forest as well as the cold outside.
you catch ellie take a glance from you to the floor before sighing and beginning to pull her sleeping bag out. she tosses it on the floor then stands to remove her coat. your brows furrow as you sit up a little, realizing that she's trying to give you the couch "you're not sleeping on the floor" you tell her with a bit of an annoyed tone. not necessarily annoyed at her, but at the fact that she thinks you'd ever let her sleep on the floor.
she takes a glance around the room, motioning her hand out as if to point out the obvious. there's only one couch and nowhere else to sleep. "well you fucking aren't either." she responds while laying out her sleeping bag "i don't mind, really" ellie assures as she goes to sit down.
before she can make it to the ground, you lean forwards and tug the sleeping bag right out from under her ass. when ellie lands on the wooden floor, her jaw clenches as she dead stares you. however, there's only so mad she can be when you're smiling at her like it's the funniest thing you've ever done.
"just come share the couch" you suggest casually, laying her sleeping bag with yours before you lay onto your side, facing the back of the couch. ellie just stays on the floor for a moment awkwardly, lips parting then closing as she considers the offer. "there isn't room, you'll be uncomfortable." she says, though if you turned around you'd see the hesitation she took in declining.
you sigh and shrug your coat off, tossing it over the back of the couch. "if it gets uncomfortable then i'll just push you off" you tease, making her scoff a small laugh. then you turn your head back to look at her "really. i don't mind if you don't" you assure her.
you wait a few seconds to see if she'll come but when you hear no movement you eventually give up. too tired to argue. sleep is already pulling you away from conciousness. however, your eyes flutter back open when the couch cushion dips in from behind. a short smile spreads your lips whilst shuffling forwards to make as much room for ellie as possible.
her elbow presses into your back and you can pretty much sense the fact that she's trying to maintain space out of respect for your comfort. but fuck that. "we're both girls els" you say as if either of you are anywhere close to straight. before she can ask what you mean, ellie feels your hand grip hers to pull her arm across your waist.
she pauses, unsure of if this is a good idea. she's already been feeding her own delusion for months of wishing you liked her like she likes you. but at the end of the day, there's already so little room on the couch and there's no sign of discomfort from you so she leans into it, shuffling forwards a bit to have a little more room on the three seated sofa- unintentionally making your bodies just barely touch.
a couple moments pass and ellie is slipping into unconciousness. there is no sound besides the creaks of the old cabin and whatever lurks in the woods. still, something pulls her from slumber. it's your body pushing backwards into hers.
ellie assumes your just getting comfortable until your leg gently hooks around her ankle, pulling it forwards between your legs. she feels herself freeze even the slightest movement. breathing suddenly feels optional.
ellie is still unsure if it was of any kind of intention until your foot glides up and down the bottom of her leg slowly, gently. your butt pushing back again. almost instinctively her hand squeezes your waist as she asks "what are you doing?"
her questioning makes you reconsider your actions for a moment. had you been taking the hints wrong? was she not into you? into this? "i dunno.." tone shyer now, your foot pauses against her ankle, slowly slipping off her.
there's a stillness that makes you think you must have made things awkward. you're ripped from your devastation when ellie makes a split second decision to wrap her arm further around you. tugging you into her. there's a short pause, just enough for ellie to question if that's what you had wanted but then you roll over until your squished with your back against the couch - face to face with ellie.
the stunned yet hopeful look in ellie's pretty brown eyes reflect the same emotion as yours. neither move first, but simultaniously your lips press together. maybe it's the lack of sleep but the feeling of her lips on yours somehow both relaxes and lights up everything in you so intensely. there's a safety within the trust you two have and a danger in the risk of that trust.
her hand is on your side, her thumb barely sliding beneath your shirt. your hands find place cupping her rose colored cheeks. it starts pure and innocent. you've both been waiting for the intimacy that breaks the line of friendship for a long time. she squeezes your side and you cup her jaw more, both your lips pulling and pushing, feeling infuriated that you can't mend your bodies closer.
your leg eventually rests up over her hip. that's where it starts. it isn't a big deal, just a small action. until she subconciously shifts her leg and it nudges against your clothed pussy. regardless of if it was purposeful or not, your response is to grind yourself into her thigh.
ellie takes the hint, breaking her mouth away from yours as she presses her knee up with intention this time. your lips part with a gasp as you meet her eyes slowly. after a beat, ellie speaks "you're so fucking pretty" the glimmer of admiration in her eyes tells you she means it with every bone in her body. though you have little time to be sappy when her hand slips down to your waist. ellie pulls your hips forward - grinding her thigh into your core again.. and again, starting to build a rythym.
her eyes stay locked on your face as you softly exhale, your hips fighting against her grip as you try to grind your hips harder and needier then the pace she's set. the smallest smile creeps onto ellie's lips at your tangible need.
her hand grips harder to still your hip, thigh still rubbing right into your clothed pussy. the softest whine leaves your lips in both frustration and pleasure. ellie looks in awe of the fact that she's eliciting this kind of reaction. all you can do is continue to cup her face whilst shifting close as possible and tucking your head beneath her chin, hiding your face into your bestfriends neck.
the pride stays within ellie's expression as she pulls you down over her thigh again and again. you're starting to grow irritated with your jeans stunting the pleasure you want, her hands guiding your hips how she wants only makes it worse.
with a sigh, your hand pulls hers off your waist. she's frozen with concern until you pull her hand toward your jeans. she's just about to work your button open when suddenly she pauses. "here-" she shifts forwards, pushing you further into the couch. "on your back" she tells you.
you comply, watching as she sits up on her knee's between your legs. seeing your bestfriend between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans is already enough to have you aching for her to do whatever she wants.
ellie tugs your pants off. then her hands rest on your knee's whilst she looks over you. she first gazes at the very visible damp spot on your white underwear. then her eyes roam to how your hands lay at your sides, hair being messed up by the pillow beneath you - the best part being your face. lips parted, eyes pleading for her to do something.
every moment is painfully slow when her hands glide down your legs. but it's worth every second when she carefully straightens out your panties, like you're a doll she's scared she'll break. it's sweet - however, her thumb pressing onto your clit takes you out of your state of admiration.
ellie begins circling her thumb slowly, watching your facial expressions twist into pleasure with each movement. your hands impatiently reach down to take off your underwear but the second your fingers graze the material, her free hand gently grabs your wrist. her tone is soft but firm "no. just- i've got you. don't." as she speaks, her hand pushes your arm back to your side.
"but-" you are instantly cut off from speaking when once again her thumb firmly presses circles around your clothed clit. in reaction your hips push up - you look a little dumbfounded by her audacity to cut you off. but before you can start again she's roaming her free hand up over your stomach, then she shuffles on top of your body till she can press her mouth eagerly onto yours.
her thumb stays softly toying with your clit over your underwear. it's enough to make your hips squirm softly for more, but still - it's not what you need. her free hand proceeds, pausing just for a second to gently brush the back of her hand over your hardened nipple. you still have your shirt on but the soft touch of her knuckles makes your body shiver nonetheless. it almost tickles.
you feel her lips twist into a smile against yours, then her knuckles brush over your nipple again, making you sigh through your nose at the ticklish feeling. her lips break off of yours, lips brushing along your cheek, her face hovering just next to yours to listen as you gasp softly each time her thumb strokes over your clothed pussy.
ellie's other hand is slowly sliding up from your tit, just grazing over your skin ticklishly. ellie pulls back from your face to look at you, her breath still warm against your cheek. her hand brushes over your skin further upwards, her knuckles making their way over your collarbone, then reaching your neck. her eyes are loving and touch soft as she brushes your hair away from your neck.
you love how sweet she is, you do, but.. there's something else you want. you bring your hand up to rest over the hand on your neck. your eyes roam to ellie's and you're met with a questioning look. ellie's expression turns to slight surprise as you press her hand down, silently asking her fingers to splay out over your throat.
her thumb is still lazily stroking over your underwear when her palm presses down. her fingers just are barely touching the sides of your neck on their own now. ellie doesn't miss how your head tilts back slightly - silently asking for her to proceed. "yeah?" ellie softly breathes out, eyes questioning to be sure.
you nod quickly, making her smile at your eagerness. she does as you wanted, her hand wrapping around your throat with a pressure that's just enough to make everything a little more hazy - but not enough to hurt.
her fingers begin to slip beneath your underwear and two of her fingers very gently press against your aching hole, circling slowly. a whine pushes from your mouth but it comes choked due to the increased pressure on your neck.
she doesn't need to tease you about how soaked you are for her - the look in her eyes melded with her grin she gives you says enough. her thumb strokes the side of your neck to keep your attention both on her and the pleasure your recieving. her two fingers, already wet just from your folds, slowly press inside of you.
your mouth falls open with a gentle moan, your hips already pushing down towards her hand in a silent plea for more. more of anything. ellie's presses a kiss to your cheek - squeezing your throat still as she begins to pump her digits in and out just a couple times, feeling your pussy squeeze each time, aligned with the small gasps and soft moans you elicit.
ellie curls her fingers up experimentally, rubbing just the right spot inside of you - it causes you to grab at her side, your fingers gently digging into her skin. you want need that again, and she can certainely tell. her fingers curl up once more, then again, she keeps going - a rythym being set.
"ellie.." you whine out her name as your fingers clasp around her wrist, eyes shutting. it feels embarassing to fall apart so quickly for her - but she doesn't think it's embarassing at all, infact it's the most satisfying reaction she feels like she could get from someone.
ellie's fingers curl up harder, eliciting a whine that you choke out. your breath is uneven and she decides to remove her hand from your throat to instead grasp your jaw, turning your face towards hers.
"'s it feel good?" ellie isn't the most confident person in the world so you can tell that it isn't just dirty talk, she's genuinely questioning you on her abilities.
she doesn't make it easy to respond when her thumb strokes over your clit in time with the curl of her fingers. "f- uck" you whine, not missing the grin spreading back onto her face again at your struggle. your eyes narrow but you don't have the will to argue, instead finally responding with "uh-huh" whilst as your legs squeeze her sides, twitching slightly as your hips stutter up.
ellie releases your jaw and her fingers stop for just a second. you would complain if you weren't watching as she shifts down between your legs. ellie's fingers resume curling into your fluttering walls, the moan you choke out is flithy as is but it turns to a even louder cry when her lips close in around your clit. your squirming and pretty noises make ellie wish she could stay here all day. any worry or regret for pushing the boundaries of friendship dissapeared the second she knew you wanted this as much as she does.
"ellie!" you cry out again, no longer able to resist your hands snaking into her hair. she hums back in response, the vibration only making it all the better. your fingers subconciously grasp harder into her hair for stability.
ellie's fingers pump faster, curling harder in desperation for more of your pleasured reactions. unsurprisingly, she gets what she wants when your legs tense up around her head. in response she latches her mouth around your clit harder, suckling in a way that makes your legs tense and shake harder.
you're getting much closer but you're also growing extremely sensitive from her teeth and tongue's assault on your clit. the previous teasing to it had done nothing to help. ellie can tell it must be a lot by the way your hips are jerking up each time her fingers curl or her mouth clasps around your clit.
she resorts to pressing down on your stomach to still you, whilst gently flicking her tongue against your swollen nerves. apparently that didn't lessen any of the feeling because instantly the sound of her name spills from your lips, sounding like a plea as you abruptly gush over her still pumping fingers. your thighs clasp and your body shakes, head tilted back as you mutter curses and gasp softly through your orgasm.
she's memorized by your reaction. she really is. that's exactly why she needs more. you think she's just guiding you through it, making sure that you've rode out your high completely. it gets to the point where your stomach nearly aches from the orgasm and your clit is twitching sensitively. yet, her fingers still curl and pump into you.
"ellie i'm done y- oh- shit, els. too fucking much" you can't communicate coherently when her lips come to suck down on your clit again, swapping between that and flicking her tongue against the swollen nerve.
"want me to stop?" she mumbles right against your clit whilst still fucking her fingers into you like her hand isn't beginning to cramp up. her eyes meet yours and although a tear brims your eyes, she see's the pleasure all over your fucked out expression, making her decide to continue.
you don't want her to stop but your palms are almost subconciously pushing at the top of her head as your hips fight to buck up into her. ellie smacks your hands away gently. "keep them to yourself." she mumbles with mild irritation before getting straight back to devouring you.
you only listen for so long before you're squirming, mind a haze and it's all too much. your palm pushes at her head once more. with a sigh, her fingers still and she lifts her head up slightly "seriously." she grumbles, mouth shining with your cum as she gives you a more stern look - one you don't personally tend to receive from ellie, though many others do.
you're irritated at the fact that she halted her movements and you want to complain but given the circumstances, you'd rather just do what she wants so she'll continue. "okay! sorry." you say, shooting a bit of a glare at ellie before your head tilts into the pillows, hands coming up to rest next to it.
with a roll of ellie's eyes, teeth and tongue take your clit back whilst her two fingers curl up into your sensitive walls, you feel your eyes flutter shut when you whine, both hands grasp the pillow next to your head so you don't instinctively reach out to grasp at her hair again.
ellie's unoccupied hand moves away from your stomach to instead push your thigh's open further for her - but it's nearly impossible for you to stop how your trembling legs close in on her. so eventually she grips your ankle, gently lifting your leg over her shoulder for better access.
your heel is digging into ellie's back with each curl of her fingers or harsh flick of her tongue. your pleasured struggle only makes her more determined to finish you off. ellie's fingers slide out of your pussy, a second of emptiness that makes your head lift to look down but she instantly replaces it with her tongue now fucking into you instead. her thumb going to your clit instead to rub back and forth with fervor. it's a little too much for how overstimulated you are.
you sit up slightly, knuckles turning white from the grasp in the blankets you take. your hips twisting and twitching makes it hard for ellie to keep her tongue fucking into you but she's a determined girl, her face only pressing into you more, tongue pushing faster whilst her thumb on your nerves is making your stomach and pussy both squeeze.
you sit up further so you can place your hand over hers, bringing it off your thigh and onto your stomach so you can hold onto itt for support. ellie is quick to respond by squeezing your hand back comfortingly.
"mph- elliee" "come on pretty" your voice is high and rasped, hers is soft and soothing - yet with a eager impatience to see you fall apart again. at this point you aren't even moaning, just breathlessly gasping with small whines from how dry your throat is. you feel the tension in your gut, it builds with each and every bit of pressure your swollen nerves take until finally your walls squeeze around nothing, her tongue flattening over your hole.
you squeeze ellie's hand so hard it hurts but she doesn't mind, too entranced by your fucked out expression and the way you leak on her tongue. you don't fully comprehend ellie's small praises "there you go" and "that's it" fading into the background as she continues to stimulate your pussy softly between words till you begin coming down.
once you're back down to reality, both of ellie's hands leave all other occupation to instead softly rub along your sides. her tongue laps at your pussy once, then twice more. enough to make your eyes shut, legs twitch and pussy clench for her one last time.
her eyes are glued to the aftermath of the mess she's made, the sight of cum dripping out of you whilst you pant heavily - a soft smile on your face is enthralling to her. ellie has the decency to come back up your body and press her lips to your sweat ridden forehead. two of ellie's fingers slowly push your cum back inside of you.
your arms wrap up around ellie's neck. face burying into her shoulder, you feel as she kisses the top of your head. her fingers slowly slip out of you as she slowly pushes up off of you "hold on" she speaks soothingly. just as fast as she gets off the couch - she returns just as with a cloth and your water bottle. she wets the cloth and then gets back on the sofa whilst she spreads your knee's apart. ellie kneels between your thighs to slowly and gently clean you up.
you're completely memorized by this side of her. the soft yet intense and intimate side of ellie. once ellie's done cleaning you up, you grab her arm and pull her to lay down with you. she falls forwards into the couch with a soft huff of a laugh. now that the boundary of friendship is broken, you shuffle to lay yourself onto your friend - resting your head onto her, burying your face in her neck.
her palms smooth over your hair and back, then you both slowly drift off. the conversation of whatever that was can wait till the morning. all you both know is that you feel safe within each others hold and platonic or not you love each other all the same.
