the breakup was messy. it stretched on longer than it ever shouldâve, dragged out by promises you both kept making then breaking. you and ellie never knew how to make it work, no matter how hard you tried.
what you had was confusing. messy. the kind of love that felt like it was always one wrong word away from an argument. most days it left you both exhausted, angry over things that didnât matter, clinging to things that did.
you loved her. that was the problem.
you chose to end it on a night when the weight finally became too much. two in the morning, your room dark except for the glow of your phone. your eyes were red and swollen, throat aching from holding everything in for too long.
when you called, it rang longer than you expected. your heart stuttered with every second, like it was begging you to hang up. then she answered, voice rough with sleep.
âhey,â ellie murmured. âcan't talk right now.â bullshit.
that was all it took.
your chest caved in, breath shaking as you pressed the phone closer, trying to steady yourself. you had rehearsed this. youâd told yourself you wouldnât cry. youâd promised yourself you wouldnât back out.
but ellie always made it hard.
âi canât do this anymore,â you said, the words cracking anyway.
three months later, your phone buzzed somewhere beneath a pile of notebooks, the vibration rattling against the desk, but you ignored it. youâd been glued to your laptop since nine, blowing through canvas due dates like they were nothing, like they hadnât been haunting you for weeks.
your glasses sat crooked, slipping lower every time you leaned in closer, too tired to push them back up. your hair fell into your face, unbothered, untouched, like you hadnât moved in hours. you were locked inâhyperfocused in that way that only happened when you were trying not to think about something else.
someone else.
ellie.
you promised to just stay friends. to keep things cordial. but a drink or two happened and you ended up in her apartment again. in her bed, her face nuzzled into your neck as she slept, all calm and peaceful.
you both promised that it was just a friends with benefits thing. no strings attached.
well that's what you told yourselves.
your chest tightened before you could stop it. you let it ring once. twice. then you answered, because you always did.
âhey,â she said, voice low, careful, like she was testing the word out.
âhey.â
silence settled between you, heavy and familiar. you could picture her on the other endâprobably sitting on her bed, elbows on her knees, staring at the floor like she always did when she didnât know how to say something.
âbaby. you busy?â ellie asked.
she shouldn't call you that. she shouldn't get to. but you don't correct her.
you glanced at your laptop, canvas finally free of red due dates. ânot really.â
she hummed, like she was relieved you said that. like sheâd been hoping.
âi was just thinking,â she started, then stopped. you could hear her swallow. âyou wanna come over?â
âellie,â you said finally, careful.
âi know,â she cut in, too fast. defensive already. âiâm notâ iâm not trying to make it weird.â
a soft laugh followed, hollow. practiced.
âi'm just really stressed out,â she added. âi need you.â
you closed your eyes. youâd heard this tone before. the one she used when she was asking for something she wasnât ready to admit she needed.
âyeah?â you asked.
there was a pause. a breath.
you pause. your chest tightens again, like itâs squeezing the words out of you before you can even think. âokay,â you say, voice quieter than you expected, almost a whisper. âiâll come over.â
thereâs a pause on the other end, longer this time, and you can hear her exhale. relief, shaky, barely contained. âthanks,â she murmurs.
you grab your jacket, put your hair in a bun, and grabbed your keys. the streets are quiet, the city asleep.
when you get to her apartment, the door opens before you even knock. sheâs there, leaning against the frame, hair messy, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder. she looks exhausted. raw. beautiful in a way that makes your chest ache.
âhey,â you say, voice barely steady.
âhey,â she answers, stepping aside to let you in.
it doesn't take long before she's on you, lips puckering against your jaw, hands sneakily making their way to the back of your thighs, lifting you up with ease.
she holds you softly, helping you ease out of your jacket, letting it drop to the floor. you pull away, your chest heaving as you push hair off your face. "what happenedâ"
she cut you off by kissing you again, moving slowly towards her bedroom. she sits on the edge of the bed, both of your legs propped on either side of her lap.
she doesn't want to think about this. about you two. what you are. how none of you can seem to let go.
because when you're there, with her, in her apartment, nothing matters. because she gets to be with you again, even if it's under these circuimstances.
she's pulling down your bra, her fingers shaking as they tug it down. her lips attach to it instantly, her tongue and warm saliva making you whine.
"strap?" she murmurs, not breaking contact with your chest.
"mmhm." she pulls away, a hand on your inner thigh as she reaches for her harness. she pats your lower back and you ease up, bringing yourself up by holding onto her shoulders.
she buckles it in, the silicone sitting perfectly beneath you. she kisses on your stomach, hand rubbing soft, smooth strokes onto your forearm.
she pushes your underwear to the side, not bothering to take it off anymore, just to the side, and bucks her hips up.
"slowly." she mutters. you lower yourself at your own pace, feeling how your walls clench around the silicone. you could feel your slick trickling done the shaft, making you arch your back. your moans were soft, coming out in short breathes as she rolled her hips up, moving in a slow, concentrated manner.
your hold onto the sides of her neck, one hand on the mattress as you groan. "fuckfuckfuckâ" ellie's silent, more than usual. she slowly wraps her arms around your torso, her lips brushing against the skin on your neck, causing you to shiver.
her hands are careful, like you might break. she peppers soft, ghostly kisses onto your skin. hugging you now rather than holding you.
"i love you." she whispers. your eyes are blown wide, your heart stammering. you both agreed to never say that. to keep things casual.
but you pretend to not hear it, moving faster on her lap, the tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. your pussy was leaking, onto her lap and the strap, but she kept you close.
ellie could feel your sweat, the warmth in your stomach as you got closer. "baby i said i loved you." she murmured. her voice was softer, gentler. she held onto your ass as she eased into you more, deeper, slower.
all you could do was hide in her neck, the hairs of her shag tickling the temples of your face. she ran a hand through your hair and kissed your cheek once more.
"you're so beautiful. always was, always will be." ellie whispers.
it's throwing you off. everything is.
but somehow, it gets you closer. makes you moan even louder. she holds onto your hips, moving you up and down herself when she feels that you're getting weaker, knowing you're about to cum.
"you're always my angel. i love you the most." she whispers it into your skin, a kiss in between every single word. your body went fuzzy, your brain short-circuiting. your hips twitches before they moved again softly, riding out your orgasm.
"ellie don'tâsay that.." you whimper as she moves once more, the silicone hitting your overstimulated pussy.
summary : being picked up from a party by fwb!ellie , and even tho sheâs mad she still decides to pleasure u at a red light
you were out enjoying yourself, having the time of ur life at some random party that you decided to go to after you had just found out ur fwb ditched you the other day to go to a party. obviously you do it backâŠ
but what you didnât know is that she was at the exact same location as you when she went to the party the other day⊠and she just had to show up. and she almost immediately noticed you when she walked in, about to have your second drink of the night until she walks up to you.
ây/n, what the fuck are you doing here?â
the familiar voice fills your ears and you take breath before turning to face her. shes so obviously pissed, and all you can do is laugh.
âwhy do you care im here? you DITCHED me la-â
a hand is on your mouth, shutting you up.
âtalk. in the car.â she says, moving her hand and walking out.
you follow her out, and step into the passenger seat of her car, slamming the door.
she jumps at the slamming. âjesus, y/n, what the fu-â
âso not only you get mad at me for doing the EXACT same thing you did last week, but you also remind me how you want to keep me a secret in public? youâre a fucking dick, and iâm done with you. drive me home and forget about this.â
by this you meant us.
âyou knew what you were getting into since the beginning, i donât want shit for the public to know.â
âellie, shut the fuck up and drive.â
immediately, she aggressively starts the car and drives off in the direction of your home, which is almost 20 minutes away.
the first ten minutes are awkward, sitting alone in silence with the only sound being the air conditioning and the very silent radio.
you guys are stopped at a red light after getting off the highway. you look out the window, but youâre really looking at the reflection of ellie. you canât stop looking at her. you genuinely canât, everytime you turn your focus somewhere else your eyes lay right back on her.
so distracted, you donât even realize she turns her head to look at you, meeting the eyes of yours in the reflection. your eyes widen a bit and she looks away with the stupid smirk she puts on.
shit.
you close your eyes, and in no more than 3 seconds you feel a cold presence on your bare thigh, considering youâre wearing a dress because of the party. your eyes snap open, and your eyes move to your lap.
her fingers barely touch your skin, making you go insane. you inhale heavily, and your hand involuntarily lands on the top of hers, pressing it down.
she clicks her tongue, and moves her hand higher up your thigh. just as she is about to pull your waistband down, she decides to feel how wet you were before doing so. she places two fingers on your clit from over your panties, and itâs embarrassing how wet you were.
she seems like sheâs hurrying â how fast her fingers went from over the fabric to inside, and how fast she was rubbing your clit right now.
you try to contain the crying and moaning, but oh my god you canât. itâs like sheâs trying extra hard to make you cum this time, and itâs working. thatâs when she shoves the two fingers in you â âfuck ellie!â you cry out.
âyou donât cum before the light turns green, you donât cum at all.â
makes sense now.
âfuck i-â you interrupted your own self with your groan, lifting yourself up in your seat when you feel graces thumb rub your clit (while the two fingers are still inside you).
the green lights turn yellow â then red.
âtime is ticking ma.â
your legs start SHAKING. you are so fucking close and it seems she knows when she pushes further into you, making you finally cum all on her fingers with one last, long moan that fills the car.
summary: pervy nerd!ellie is really needy for you as she invited you to her room for the first time, and good thing you are just as needy.
dom!ellie, sub!femreader, fingering!
itâs noon when you check the notification from your phone, your body glued to the sheets of your uninteresting room. you see a text from Ellie, your newly girlfriend whoâs always texting you about something random. this time itâs an invite, begging for you to come over, smiling to yourself reading each word.
while getting ready, your eyes meet with the lonely push up bra sitting on your comfy desk chair. you decide to put it on, with of course perverted intentions.
after a rushed twenty minutes spent on makeup and hair, you feel like you might be ready to go as you stare at yourself for the thousandth time, feeling that kind of adrenaline you wish would never die out.
time passes as you enter her room, Ellieâs eyes already glued to the cleavage peeking at her. âuh um⊠heyâ, her body language is awkward, accompanied with the subtle fidgeting of her limbs. clearly affected by your presence, more so your beauty.
âI love your roomâ, you take in the furniture surrounding you both, posters and trinkets you have no knowledge of. your eyes catch on to the little video game setup by the tv, studying each little detail with interest.
Ellie nervously grabs a random plushie from her pillow, hiding it before you find out, âyou wanna sit on the bed with me?â she hastily offers, trying to distract you from your exploration.
âum yeah sureâ, you sit next to her on the soft cushion, your hand merely touching hers. you take a peek at Ellie, soft auburn strands framing her flushed face, her expression also empty as her eyes stick to the ground.
âso⊠tell me about you room, i wanna know you more ellieâ your knee nudges hers, subtly begging her, desperate for some kind of conversation. Ellie can clearly sense your persistence, leading to feelings of guilt.
âsorry um, yeah I can show you my uhâ, her eyes then trail to all the books about outer space, dinosaur figures, superhero comics, so many nerdy things she refuses to mention out loud, she scratches the back of her neck.
âellie you know I donât care right? seriously just talk to meâ, you rub her bicep for some sort of comfort, she flinches slightly, her body heating up with every move of your fingertips.
âfine⊠you wanna about my video games first?â her eyes slowly light up as you agree without hesitation, her hand resting against your thigh as she begins to tell you.
as she rambles on about each passion, her hand travels across your body, you begin to shiver when her fingers reach under your long white lace skirt. her touch embellished over the valleys of your soft skin, her fingertips tracing little shapes over your thigh.
your breath hitches as she starts to squeeze, still hearing her ramble on like she isnât torturing you at the same time.
âEllieâŠâ, you softly whimper uncontrollably, her eyes immediately turning towards you.
âyou ok?â she asks, her face contorted with confusion, so unaware of her actions that it makes you whine out of desperation.
âyou keep⊠touching there, go further.. pleaseâ you beg softly, ellieâs hand complies as her fingers crawl closer to your inner thigh, already feeling a little moist from the heat growing inside you.
you feel her touch against your clothed pussy, shaking when she applies more pressure. meanwhile her gaze lives within your cleavage, eager to paint with bruising hickeys.
ellie still takes time to really process whatâs going on, all she did was innocently massage your thigh, she guesses you took it as an act of lust. ellie smirks a tiny bit, your mind in a whirlwind of perversity as you feel her fingers creeping your panties off, inserting her long middle finger deep inside.
the foreign feeling of your wet walls swallowing her makes ellie feel dizzy, you cry deep into her sage eyes, whining for more as your folds sob after each hard thrust.
âfeels good?â ellie begins to reek of self doubt as she asks, poor ellie, so desperate to please you. her other hand focuses on your clothes, almost every garment fleeting to the wooden floor. you nod rapidly, crying out at the feeling of her ring finger joining in so intrusively.
the sound of your soft pretty moans soothe ellie into a state of inner hunger, blood rushing through her veins as her lust controls her every move. your finger nails bite her freckled skin as she curls her fingers, hitting that spot youâve never felt before.
your begging words begin to slur, her fingers so deep it makes your soul fully numb. her cute nervous demeanor thrown away at the sight of you like this, all wet and open for her.
the only piece of fabric remaining on your sweaty body was your skimpy push up bra, she tried to pull it off, but was too preoccupied with the squelching sounds of your pussy. her hand only able to pull the cups down, your nipples greeting her as she fixates on them.
your body twitches from her overflowing need for you, her touch engraved around each crevice of skin, itâs all too much. as you climax, you gaze upon her wild pupils, fading into softness slowly.
she holds you by your waist, her arm clung as she kisses you tenderly, thumb rubbing against the soft skin of your torso. eventually you catch your breath, slowly your eye lids open up to her pretty face.
âdid I do a good job?, I hope it was because to be honest i didnât really-â you kiss her softly to shut her up, only craving to feel her warmth consuming you entirely.
⯠Itâs a secret. It has been for a while. Cause thatâs how she wants it. There always been suspicion, from friends. Nothing you or her would ever admit. No matter how bad you wanted to. Stolen kisses, quick hookups wherever was private. Thatâs how it was. Is. And tonight was no different.
pairings â abby x femish!reader (can be perceived differently)
cw â smut, fingering (r receiving), strap on, kissing, cursing, secret relationship, internalized homophobia (abby sorta), ass slapping (once), praise , lowkey body worship??? , alcohol consumption (wine) just pretend abby and mannys room is more like an apartment. lmk if i miss anything!!
â thought of this while listening to wicked games by the weeknd (hence the title) men dni. likes and reblogs are appreciated but not expected.
She left a note in your locker, of course she did. It almost made you smile. You wanted too, peeling open the folded paper. Your eyes trace over the words, her handwriting.
Mannys gone tonight. My rooms unlocked. You can come after 10.
She didnât even sign it. Itâs not like she needed to. Who else would it be? You knew her handwriting either way. You kept the note, stuffing it into your back pocket. You exhaled, grabbing the rest of your stuff before heading out to catch up with your friends.
That note circled through your mind the rest of the day. When you saw her in the mess hall, she didnât say anything. Not even a hi. It didnt matter though, itâs what you told yourself. It stuck in your mind while you showered, washing the day off you. You thought about it when you puts around your room, cleaning, occupying yourself. Anything to keep your body busy.
So when night came around you felt antsy, anxious. You always did. When you got to see her.
You made sure nobody saw you leave your room, always glancing over your shoulder. You want down the halls of the old stadium. You knew the way to her room all too well. It didnât take you long to arrive. 10:07.
Eager? Maybe.
You hesitate before knocking on the door, exhaling a breath when your knuckles make contact. You heard shuffling before the door was pulled open. She stepped aside, allowing you in before mumbling out a small âheyâ. You smile softly, watching her shut the door behind you. âHowâve you been?â She asks trying to appear casual. Like she didnât pretend you didnât exist all day.
âFine.â you murmur, shrugging slightly as you enter more. She looked more nervous. She nodded at your wordsâ word. Clearing her throat she guides you into the small kitchen. There were two glasses and a bottle of red wine. Your eyes widened for a moment before a soft smile fell onto your face once more. âWhereâd you get that?â You ask, eyeing her. She shrugs slightly, moving to open the bottle. She pours you each some. âI do have my ways.â She hands you the glass and you take it.
âRight.â you murmur, bringing the drink to your mouth.
You talk, small talk. About patrols and life. It was nice, she made you laugh. You feel the effects of the wine, even after one glass. Drinking wasnât exactly common for you. You felt all tingly by your second glass, everything felt enhanced. Intense. Your eyes met hers. For a moment. You lean back against the counter, you felt her eyes on you. She moved closer.
You knew she was gonna kiss you. You set your now empty glass down. Hers had already been discarded. Her hand comes to cup your jaw, you close your eyes and let your lips connect. It was slow, not gentle but slow. Her other hand comes to the counter, almost caging you in. You let your own arms wrap around her neck. The hand that was cupping your jaw dropped to your hip.
The kiss progresses, speeding up. her hands now roaming, dipping up under your shirt. Her calloused hands skim your sides, your stomach. She breaks the kiss, her lips moving to your cheek, down your neck.
âAbbyââ you whisper her name, breath heavy.
She hums against your neck. She pulls back slightly, with that you peel off your top. Her brows lift slightly, smirking slightly. She then, hoists you up, onto the counter with ease. It catches you off guard at first.
But she was quick to reconnect your lips, she was being awfully different tonight. Normally she was rough, fast. Eager. Tonight she was slow and gentle. Like she just had all the time in the world. She kisses your cheek, fingers finding the band of your pants. âYouâre so beautifulâ baby fuck.â She murmurs out. âSo beautiful.â
You lift your hips so she can pull your bottoms off. And she does, hooking her fingers so your panties come off with them. Leaving you in only your bra. She lets your pants fall into a clump onto the floor. âGodââ her words cut off as she pulls you closer, so she can get better access. She lets her fingers brush through your soaked folds. You exhale shaky breath, hands behind you on the countertop for balance.
She takes her middle and index finger against your clit, rubbing slow but firm circles.
You close your eyes, little moans escaping your mouth. âYeah?â She urges, those sounds being everything for her. Her lips connecting with your collar bone, kissing across it, to your shoulder. âAbby.â You whisper, firmly. She knows you want more. So she gives you more, cause she wants her girl to just feel so good.
Her fingers dip lower, thick middle finger pressing against your hole. âTell me if you want me to stop.â She whispers against you. You nod. She presses two of her rough fingers past your hole. You whimper at the feeling. You missed this, you always missed her. She pushed her fingers in and out of your dripping wet pussy. âYeahâ yeah.â You moan, chest rising and falling heavily. âFuckâ Abby.â
She could get off on your words, loved the way you sounded. Her head dropped. kissing the fat of your breast that peaked out of your bra.
âTell me you love me.â you whisper. Eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. Abby was quick to oblige.
âI love youâ fuck. You know I love you.â
You whined at her words, stomach tightening. You knew she loved you. But you wished she could love you all the time.
But tonight you let yourself forget, gone in the pleasure of her touching you. Drunk off her love.
âMâcloseâ Abbyââ you stumble out, breath uneven. But Abby knew, she knew your body. She looks up at your face, how lost you look in the pleasure. Your body so desperately chasing that high. So desperately.
âYouâre right there baby, let go.â she urges, free finger finding your clit to really push you there. And you do, you let go. Orgasm crashing over you. Legs trembling. Abby eats the whole thing up. Loving your face, how gorgeous you look. She keeps working her fingers on you, dragging out the orgasm as long as she can. It felt like its lasts hours, for Abby at least. When you do come down, she gently pull her fingers out. Hands finding your bare hips.
âYou did so good.â She whispers, kissing your shoulder. You look down at her, lips finding hers. You could feel her smile. When she pulls back to kiss your jaw.
She hoists you up again, it makes you laugh. She carries you down the hall and into her room. Laying you down on the bed, she kisses you again. Your hands finding her face, cupping her face with both your hands. And for a moment you entertain the idea that itâs always like this, passionate. Public.
But you were snapped out of your thoughts when she pulled away, leaving your laying practically naked on her bed. You heard digging through her drawer. âYou can take that off, you know.â You looked up to see her putting on her strap, she was referring to your bra. You shrugged. Sitting up slightly and i clipping your bra. âBetter?â
She chuckles slightly, nodding.
Once sheâs all situated, she gestures for you to roll onto your stomach. And you do.
She pulls your hips up, to meet the silicone. She guides the tip to your hole, pushing in with ease. You moan softly at the feeling. Sighing once she bottoms out. Abby gives you time to adjust, once you nod she slowly pulls out pushing back in slowly. You feel every inch, your face falls into the pillows. Sheâs passionate with it, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. âSo fucking perfect.â She coos. Though, she couldnât help herself her hand contacting your ass. It makes you jump slightly, not expecting it. She laughs slightly, gripping the fat off your ass. She speeds up, not becoming rougher just going faster.
Your moans are muffled by the pillows, Abby lets out little curses. Sheâd never admit how much she liked it when the base of the strap pushed up against her clit.
âPerfect pussy.â she groans, the sounds of skin slapping fills the room. Along with curses from Abby and the squelching of your wet cunt. âOh! Abby!â you moan into the pillows, sheâs squeezed shut. It was a little embarrassing how close you were, cause youâd really just started. But you couldnât help it. You hand pushed under you, circling over your clit. You moans into the pillow grew louder. âAbbyâ shitshitshit.â you didnât expect your orgasm to hit so suddenly.
You cry out into the pillow, body locking up as you tremble. Abby was surprised too, definitely fed her ego. Once your brief but heavy orgasm finished you sorta deflated against the bed, whining as Abby pulled out. âThat good huh?â She teases.
You groan slightly, shaking your head. âKnock it off.â You mumble.
Though, the might was definitely not over anytime soon.
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader
Summary: You and Ellie canât sleep after gaming all night and try to quickly tire yourselves out.
Contents: nsfw, modern au, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex, pussy spanking, overstimulation, making out.
Itâs 5:30am. The sun is coming up outside, your room at the back of your house making a hazy blue-grey coloured light filter through your window.
Should you and Ellie be asleep? Yes. Are you going to sleep? Probably not, judging by the sight of Ellieâs face buried in your cunt.
You had been up late playing video games together, and when the time came to sleep you both were just not tired at all. Talking, lying in silence, tossing and turning, watching a movie. Nothing worked.
So the only cure was to tire yourselves out, suggested by Ellie of course. You now realise you probably shouldnât have agreed. What was supposed to be a quick fuck turned into a multiple hour fuck.
Mostly due to the fact that you both got caught up making out to start with. Just lying side by side facing each other, hands grasping at clothes and skin as you both couldnât seem to pull your lips away from the others.
Ellie had eventually rolled on top of you, pushing herself up onto her knees above you as she kissed away from your lips, down your jaw and neck.
Clothes were quickly shed, your clothes anyways, and Ellie was pushing your thighs open and swiping her finger through your wetness before attaching her mouth to you.
All that was about an hour ago.
âOpen.â Ellie says firmly, pushing your thighs apart again, before attaching her mouth back to your cunt.
You whine, youâve already come twice because of Ellieâs mouth and youâre sensitive as fuck. Ellie doesnât seem to care, licking a strip up your soaked slit and humming around your clit.
Your legs twitch as Ellieâs tongue works relentlessly between your folds, her arm digging into your hips as she holds you down. She pulls her head back slightly, only to lick up from your hole to your clit, before diving back in.
âFuck, EllieâŠâ you whine, your legs twitching closer together as she licks over your clit.
Ellie leans up and pushes your legs apart again, lifting her spare hand up and bringing it down with a hard smack on your clit. You gasp, closing your legs to try and cover yourself but Ellie just smirks, pushing them apart again.
âKeep them open fâme, baby.â She says, trailing two fingers through your wetness. âIâm not done with this pretty pussy yet.â
With that, she thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them up against your spot. Her mouth attaches itself back to your clit, sucking and licking roughly as your hips buck up against the sensation.
Her fingers move smoothly inside you, your hole leaking from the previous rounds. Your hand grips the top of the pillow behind your head right, your other moving down to thread through Ellieâs hair.
Your breathing speeds up as the familiar pressure builds, your walls tightening around Ellieâs fingers making her head lift up. She replaces her mouth with her thumb, rubbing rough circles over your clit.
âGonna cum for me again, princess?â Ellie asks, moving her arm from over your hips to palm your breast, circling her thumb over the nipple before pinching it.
You nod rapidly, your hips moving in sync with her fingers, trying to get more. âMhm⊠yeah, fuck, keep going.â
Ellie speeds up her fingers, scraping against your walls beautifully. She sits up, leaning over you for a deep kiss, swallowing your moans.
Your body writhes under her as you kiss her back, her tongue moving deliciously against yours. Your arm drops down from the pillow to pull her closer as your orgasm washes over you.
Your hips stutter and her fingers continue pounding into you, working you through it. Your lips falter, panting against her mouth as you slump against the bed
Ellie pulls her fingers out of you slowly, trailing them over your body leaving a wet line before she sucks them into her mouth. Once theyâre clean, she pulls you back into another kiss letting you taste yourself on her.
me and khloe did sum first one to quit stair master has to buy the other whatever they wanted, lasted an hour and fifteen before I quit. now i have to buy her three hundred dollar shein cart đđ
⯠you told yourself you wouldnât. every time you think youâre doing better. Itâs like she knows. two weeks no contact, your longest. until she texts you, again. she knows youâll come. you always do.
pairings â exgf!abby x exgf!reader
warnings â exes hooking up, illusions to reader being depressed, kissing, cursing, fingering (r receiving), strap sex (r receiving), abby is lowkey toxic, praise and degrading, talk of past arguments. not proofread (i hate reading my own workâŠ) men dni!!
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated đ€ . kinda inspired bye âdo i wanna knowâ by arctic monkeys
It was late when your phone buzzed, rain pattering against your bedroom window. you were nearly asleep, but your eyes opened at the vibrations. You rolled, pulling your phone off the charger. Your heart dropped when you saw the messages. Two texts from her.
Two weeks from the last time she messaged you. The last time you saw her. It ended messy, the last time you saw her. She kissed you, did some other things that you shouldnât do with your ex. You told it was overâ that sleeping together was a mistake. It made her mad, you argued and she kicked you out. Two weeks. Silence. Until tonight of course.
You truly didnât wanna open the message, youâd been doing⊠well. Filling up your schedule with things to do, filling the empty space. That way, it was only hard when you lay down at night. In an empty bed.
Your thumb hovered over the notification, heart beating a little harder. You told yourself it was nothing. Maybe you forgot something and she wanted you to get it. Maybe a text sent to the wrong person. So you click it. Opening up to your messages. The message made your stomach clench.
Are you awake?
I miss you.
You didnât know how to respond. You told yourself. No you promised yourself that you wouldnât do this. Be that one girl thatâs still intertwined with her ex. It didnât take long for her to call you. Fucking read receipts. You hesitated to answer, fingers itching to click answer but mind telling you to go to sleep. Until you just didâ
âHello?â
Your voice was quiet, acting like you had whisper. You didnât, you lived alone. Nobody else could hear you. Besides Abby clearly. âHey. Whatâre you doing?â You missed her voice.
âNothing.â Wrong answer. âIâmâŠjust in bed.â
Thereâs a moment of shuffling on her end before she speaks. âYeah.â She clears her throat. âYou wanna come over?â She asks, almost casually. Like itâs that easy. You exhale a breath before speaking. âAbbyââShe cuts you off. âYou want too, I know you do.â She speaks.
âIâm not doing this.â You begin. You shouldâve just hung up, but you continue. âItâs not healthyââ She cuts you off again.
âWhat was ever healthy about us?â
Good fucking question. It made you go quiet
âI miss my girlâ yeah? I just wanna see you.â She almost sounded impatient. You didnât speak, still staying quiet. Mind spinning. The truth was, you missed her too. Well, the good moments. And you did wanna see her. âLast time. Iâll leave you alone.â She says, voice a little lower. She did know how to get you.
âOkay. Last time..â
â
You shouldâve known this is what she wanted.
Leaving your house and arriving here was a blur, but now your mind was even more fuzzy. The way her hands snaked under your shirt. The way she kissed your neck. You couldnât even be too upset, cause you wanted it too.
âMissed my girl. You want me to show you how much I missed you? Yeah?â
You couldnât even form a coherent sentence. But you let her, you let her do whatever she wanted. You let her hands remove your top, you let them unclip your bra. You donât protest as she kisses across your chest, leaving marks that you told yourself were unwanted.
You let herâ even helped her slide down your bottoms, you craved her hands on your body, the way you shouldnât. You pushed the feeling of guilt down when she pulled your panties aside, her fingers brushing over your clit. You let your eyes fall closed, trying to just forget this shitty situation. She climbed more on top of you, fingers rubbing a bit more firmly at your clit her own lips finding your jaw.
âMissed this so much baby, missed you.â Her words were quiet but not gentle. She drank up in the soft little whimpers that escaped your lips as her rough finger worked on your clit. For a few moments it stayed like that, kissing your body the way you likedâ the way she knew you liked. She whisper words of praise, telling you how pretty you were. She didnât warn you when she pushed two fingers inside your greedy hole, feel you clench around her digits gave her all the consent she needed.
âOhâ Abbyââ
The words caught in your throat, dying into a soft moan. She bit back a chuckle, she knew itâd be this easy. To get you back. âYeah? Fuckinâ squeezinâ my fingers baby.â She teases, breath hot against your neck. She works a little faster â rougher. Fingers sliding in and out at a faster and more eager pace. It makes you squirm. She could feel you getting close. It made you flush, how she could get you off embarrassingly quick. Your head tips back, noises growing louder. Higher. She knew.
âYesâ fuck yes!â She ate up those noises. Grin prominent on her lips as she kissed your neck. âThere you go baby, Iâm right here.â She purs.
When she feels you tense, mouth agape as a silent moan escapes your lips. She rides you through your high. Fingers moving with ease. She loves the way you tremble, or the way your hands reach for her big arms. âPerfectâ my perfect girl.â She praises, just how she knows you love. It makes you wanna cryâ cause you know what sheâs doing. Once you do come down, she doesnât give you time to think, pulling her fingers from you. When you open your eyes sheâs digging in her bottom drawer of her beside table, pulling out her strap.
You watch her put it on, not saying anything for a moment. Once sheâs situated, she moves to take your panties off entirely. âAbbyââ you begin, but you donât finish. She doesnât say anything.
She looks at you, silently checking if youâre really gonna fight her. You donât, you want to. You want to not want this as bad as you do. You feel embarrassed under her gaze, pathetic. âIâm ready.â You murmur, instead of fighting it. Cause you know you want. You miss the smirk that falls onto her lips. âYeah? On your knees baby.â
You exhale a breath, almost grateful that she at least wonât have to see your face. You do as youâre told, flipping your body onto your knees. It was a little humiliating, she watched you. Ass up in the air.
Then you felt it, thick tip pushed against your hole. Your eyes close as you feel her push in, stretching. It had been a minute since youâd taken her strap. Or anything at all. She was calm, letting you feel all eight inches as she pushed in agonizingly slow. You let out a moan once she finally got all the way in, barely audible. Her hands find your hips, she doesnât give you much time to adjust before she pulls outâ almost all the way before slamming back in. âFuckââ Your face pushed into the pillow, groaning slightly. She wasnât tender, she fucked you roughly.
Icky sounds filled the room, your shameless moans. The sound of your ass hitting the base of the strap. Abbyâs hands gripped your hips so hard they would surely leave bruises. She wanted to leave bruises. âSo fucking greedy.â She bites out, chuckle escaping her lips. She loved the way you got all dumb, blabbing some fucking nonsense and all whiny on her dick. âAlways a slut for a it, huh?â She actually laughs. âI know baby, I know.â She purs.
Her hands pulled you back, having you meet her thrusts halfway. It was truly a sight. Your hair all messy, face all flushed and all fucked out. Embarrassing. Abby was just loving it.
âAbbyâ Abby fuck!â The moans escaped your lips, body glowing in a light sweat. âShitâ Abby yes!â Your eyes squeezed shut.
âKeep talking babyâ tell me how good It feels.â
A pleasure filled cry escapes your lips, thoughts all jumbled as you try to tryâ really try, to push out a sentence. âSoâ so good, fuckââ You really couldnât be bothered to think anymore. Guilt filled thoughts slipping your mind.
âMâgonnaâ Abby!â
She grins, leanings forward to plant kisses on your shoulder. âI know, fuck baby. You can cum.â She whispers against your ear. She keeps her pace whenâs she feels you tense once again, trembling more violently than last time. âShit baby.â She groans. Just at the sight of you. Soon, you grow overwhelmed. Body going jelly and collapsing against the bed. Youâre breathing heavy. Abbyâs thrusts slow once you come down, juices all over her strap. She stills for a moment before pulling out, the loss of contact making you whine.
She takes off the strap, tossing it aside. She looks at you, now half awake, still regaining consciousness.
She doesnât even bother asking for you to return the favor. Cause this was enough. It was enough knowing that she was still in the loop. That you were still really hers.
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Summary: You like being hunted and Ellie likes hunting.
Contents: nsfw, smut, farm!ellie, semi public sex (theyâre in the woods), roleplay, cnc, vaginal fingering, oral sex, aftercare.
Ellie! who sits on the steps of the barn house as you disappear into the woods. She doesnât move, doesnât even look. She just sits there, book in hand, sketching random designs.
Ellie! who gives you a good few minutes to run before getting up and closing her book, walking back into the house to put it on the table before leaving again. Who slowly walks past the fence, closing the gate, and moving into the woods. Who twists an arrow around in her hand, bow ready on her back.
Ellie! who knows you havenât gone far, you never do. Maybe youâre too scared to stray too far or maybe you wanted to be caught. Who flicks her eyes around in all directions until she heard the crack of a twig under a boot.
Ellie! who grabs her bow and gets her arrow ready, waiting for the flash of movement you will inevitably make due to her silence. Who shoots her arrow just inches to the side of it, hitting the bark of a tree just next to your head. Sheâd never hit you. The shock of it making you stumble to the ground, turning onto your back and shoving yourself up to run.
Ellie! who chases after you, faster and stronger. Who easily catches up, tackling you to the ground and crawling on top of you. Who straddles your waist, keeping you in place with her thighs firmly against your sides.
Ellie! who keeps a hand on the top of your back to hold you to the ground as you struggle. Who shuffled down so she is straddling your thighs instead so she can lift your hips just enough to reach under you to undo the button of your jeans and pull them down slightly. Who laughs cruelly when she sees the forming wet patch on your underwear.
Ellie! who thumbs your pussy through your panties first, spreading the wetness around, before hooking her fingers into the waistband and yanking them down to rest around your thighs with your jeans. Who slides a finger between your lips, coating it in your slick, before leaning over you to shove it in your mouth making you taste yourself.
Ellie! who pushes another finger in your mouth with the first, making you get them all nice and wet for her. Who ignores your weak struggles. Though, they are calming down. Who circles her fingers around your hole before pushing them in roughly making you moan despite it and struggle more, using your hands to try and push yourself up. Who simply grabs both your wrists and holds them together behind your back with one hand.
Ellie! who scissors her fingers inside you, stretching you out. Who curls them to hit that soft spongy spot inside you making you flinch before slowly falling slack apart from the slight spasms in your legs from the constant pressure against it as she keeps hitting it with her fingers.
Ellie! who pulls her fingers out of you abruptly, lifting up slightly to turn you around so youâre on your back. Who hastily pushes your shirt up to wrap her lips around your nipple, her hand playing with the other. Who canât help but break slightly alongside you when your head tilts back with a breathy moan at the feeling.
Ellie! who kisses down your chest and stomach before licking over your pussy lips. Who takes your clit into her mouth, sucking on it rhythmically as her fingers trail back to your hole. Who doesnât move to stop you from curling your legs up and digging your hands into her short hair.
Ellie! who is spurred on by your moans and whimpers, pounding your cunt with her fingers despite your squirming to get away or get closer to the intense pleasure. Who doubles her efforts when she feels your thighs tense up and your breath hitch.
Ellie! who keeps fucking you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out. Who licks you clean of the cum and slick that was spread around your cunt and inner thighs.
Ellie! who carries you back to the farm house once youâve calmed down. Who washes the dirt off your body in the shower, taking her time to wash your hair properly. Who cuddles with you on the couch, giving you gentle kisses, whilst youâre both waiting for dinner to finish cooking.
| ellie williams x biggirl!reader - masterlist - based off anon
| synopsis - youâre new to jackson and ellie just canât keep her eyes off of you, even if it gets her biting off more of you than she can chew
| warnings - mdni, nsfw, sub!ellie, domtop!user, vulgar language, porn with the tiniest bit of plot, strap on sex ellie!r, ellieâs a bit of a loser, rough sex, praise, hair pulling, use of âpretty girlâ âgood girlâ âbabyâ, manhandling, clit pinching
smut below the cut!
new folks in jackson are few and far between. maybe a few stragglers, a small family or two, even a couple needing refuge. theyâre all so mundane that the excitement quickly fades after theyâre settled in. ellieâs never had any interest in any certain someone after their name fades, so she is shocked to find herself nearly obsessed with you.
you, taller than most and damn, maybe not built like a unit but youâre pretty close to it. sheâs not surprised to find out youâve volunteered for patrols, you look like you were born to do it. hard muscle, not overly masculine, but trimmed down and lean. and god, ellie had not seen anything hotter.
so when ellie hears word that youâll not only be on a patrol , but with both her and tommy, sheâs ecstatic. how could she not be? she hasnât had the chance to talk to you, as she can never quite figure where youâre gonna be once you leave the house.
her little crush is only made worse by seeing you in action. and she can say for a fact that you can hold your own. on her third or fourth patrol with you, ellie canât quite remember as sheâs lost count, you, tommy, and her were out to clear out stragglers from a horde that passed through the area.
you all knew it was a risky run, but being in the midst of winter, tracking infected through the snow was a bit easier. regardless, the three of you find yourselves sweeping through an old barn. knowing the infected tend to try and find warm shelter, each of you are on edge, cautiously going through the stalls and checking the upper loft. as the three of you split up tommy slides down a ladder, only to be caught up a stalker, snarling and snapping its jaw at him.
âshit!â he yells, trying to shove the thing off of him, but before he can kick and scream, youâre already on it. between peeling the stalker off of him, the barrel end of your pistol pressed to its temple, and pulling the trigger, the stalker is down in seconds. and just watching you work, ellie feels a pulse in places it definitely shouldnât be.
over the next few weeks her crush just keeps growing and growing, snowballing into you taking up her every thought. first itâs just wondering what youâre doing, what your patrol schedule is, then itâs trying to map out when you go to the gym so she can ogle you from the corner, to now, ending up at a party sheâs only attending because dina told her you might be there.
she feels like an idiot, standing around with dina, hoping just to see you. she knows this isnât your kind of thing, sheâd never expect someone so aloof to go to a party like this, but a girl can dream. âhave you ever even like, really talked to her?â dina chimes in as ellie nurses her drink. ânot really, just on patrols, but sheâs⊠quiet,â ellie mutters, taking a long swig of her drink as her mind drifts off to you.
âyou should try and actually keep a conversation with her then,â dina chuckles, poking fun at just how clueless ellie is with someone like you. âsheâs not even here,â ellie huffs, having caught on pretty early that you wouldnât be coming. âso what?â dina laughs, âyou know where she lives. just say youâre checking on her.â
so, after a quick shot or two and a not-so encouraging pep talk from dina, ellie trudges her way to you house, as she doesnât need much encouraging when it comes to you. itâs fitting, how far out you live from everyone else, seeing how reserved you are. most only really see you on runs or helping out in the stables. ellie canât help but wonder what might make you at least talk to her more.
as she nears your front porch ellie raises a trembling hand to knock, chalking it up to the cold, and not her debilitating nerves for talking to you. sheâs maybe gotten a few simple responses out of you, and if anything, your eyes can talk a lot more than you will ever likely say.
so, when ellie hears what could only hear your footsteps coming to the door she quickly rethinks literally everything, her heart pounding as she hurriedly straightens out her jacket and tries to tame her somewhat unruly hair.
her attempts, although, are interrupted by the door creaking open to show your pajama-clad form, tired and a bit annoyed being woken up. you would have never expected anyone at the door this late, let alone the girl whoâs been eye-fucking you every time youâre on patrol with her.
âellie,â you start, looking over her trembling form, brows perked in tired confusing, âwhatâre you doing here?â and just hearing her name on your tongue would be enough to have ellie melting through the floor if it werenât so damn cold. âoh, i just um⊠c-can i come inside? i kinda wanted to talk but itâs really cold,â she awkwardly chuckles, praying youâll let her in.
looking her over, you canât deny that having a pretty thing like her sitting in your couch wouldnât be such a bad sight. so, with a quick nod inside you open the door wider for her and step to the side, watching her walk past you like sheâs sin itself. since being here, you havenât had much company over, none at all really, but she wouldnât be bad for your first.
watching her step in you shut the door behind her, stretching your back to try and feel at least a bit more awake. âwhat did you want to talk about?â the question catches ellie off guard for a moment, realizing she hadnât exactly thought this far ahead in her plan. itâs certainly not helping how youâre looking down at her like that, intense like youâll tear her apart if she looks away.
âjust um⊠whenâs your next patrol? weâre usually on the partnered ones together but i uh, i noticed you werenât on the schedule,â she asks, trying to start a conversation in anyway she can so she doesnât seem as weird as she thinks she is for coming by in the middle of the night.
ânext week, iâm working the stables for a bit,â you reply, watching the way her face drops just thinking about how long sheâll be away from you. itâs cute. youâve noticed that while ellie isnât exactly clingy, you will catch her staring and admiring you even for the simplest things. and sure, maybe itâs late, maybe youâre flattered by her avid admiration and crush, or maybe youâre desperate, but ellie just looks perfect like this; stumbling over her own words, watching you with wide eyes.
âoh⊠thatâs nice. what do they um, have you doing over there?â ellie mutters, trying not to imagine you coming back into the stables on horseback, sweat making your shirt stick to your sternum, a sheen making you glisten more than you already do. âjust have to break in horses and take care of em,â you hum, a small smirk on your lips as you catch her gaze go over your form. âyknow williams, youâre staring like you want me to break you in.â
and when youâve got her shoved in your bed, face down ass up, one had keeping her head in the mattress and the other holding her hips to yours, it feels like you just might. your thrusts are relentless, making the sting of your strap in her aching cunt so much more worth it.
and the way you hold her against you, the fat of her ass hitting your thighs in a steady, deep rhythm, it has her moaning, biting at the pillow youâve shoved her into. itâs certainly a sight to see, feeling her body against yours, her back arched while she whines. âshit, there ya go,â you moan, âyou take me so good.â tangling your hand into her hair you pull her head back, smiling at her expression, mouth hung open in a silent moan and her eyes half-lidded. âgod, youâre a mess, pretty girl.â
âlook at me,â you huff, wanting to see that broken look on her face. and as ellie looks back at you, face twisted in pleasure you chuckle, leaning closer into her, strap pressed deeper into her belly, âthereâs a good girl,â you murmur, voice soft and deep, latching your lips onto hers. your hand on her hip trails down to press on the small bulge in her belly, chuckling at the way she shudders, whimpering into your lips.
pulling her lips from hers you tease in a hushed whisper, âaww, is it too big for you, pretty girl?â and oh fuck, the way she whimpers, how you can feel her clench around your strap, the mass heavy in her gut like sheâs never taken before, you just have to fuck her harder. the hand on the bulge in her belly dancing along her lower abdomen, toying with her folds before circling her clit with your thumb.
âmmph- please-â she pleads, looking back at you, looking like sheâll give out any moment. with a little mercy, you save her the strain and push her back down into the mattress. âshhh, baby, youâll come when i say.â rolling her clit under the pad of you thumb you can feel her trying to rut her hips back into your touch, crumbling under your palm.
laughing under your breath at her desperation you make an effort to make her moan and tremble, the sound of her little gasps like music. âthatâs it, you like that?â you ask, but when she doesnât answer you give her hair a rough tug, âyou like that?â you ask again. ây-yes, a-ah fuck, i love it! please- ohhh god, please, feels so g-good!â she moans into your pillow. letting out a pleased sigh you give her clit a pinch, watching her jolt. âsee, that wasnât so hard.â
knowing just how bad she needs to come, how sheâs trembling, gripping and biting at your pillows, you keep a steady pace against her, the wet sound of her ass hitting your thighs reverberating around the room. âthereee you go, you wanna come for me? cmon, you know you wanna,â you encourage her. itâs not like you can finish your sentence though, sheâs strung so high that her orgasm snaps through her faster than you thought it would.
despite your rough nature in bed, you help her come down, slowing your thrusts to a stop, pulling out after a moment to look her over, your hands freeing up her hair to rub over her hips. âyou okay there?â you hum, concern laced in every word. âmhm,â she murmurs lazily into your bed, face tilted to the side with a drunken smile, âdefinitely broken in.â
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