heyy could u write smth about ellie controlling readers vibrator throughout the whole day and maybe even in public…? pretty please?
a/n: nonnie!! thanks sm for the req! i whipped up a little something but it is kinda longgggg hope u like it anyway!
tags: SMUT!! (at the end) top ellie, morning sex, ellie wakes reader up w the vibe but she gave her permission, 24-hour teasing, public sex, movie theatre sex, you don’t get caught, ellie’s lwk down bad for reader
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ it wasn’t your idea. it wasn’t even ellie’s. the whole thing came from an off-handed comment she’d made in a drug store isle as the two of you passed the sex toy section. by this point, you’d come to expect ellie’s little jokes, so it was no surprise to you when, upon catching a glimpse of the box on the top shelf labelled ‘remote control vibrator’, she mumbled “gimme one day with that thing. i’ll have you completely at my mercy.” and you, sweet, sweet, unsuspecting you replied with a snarky “yeah, right.” what a mistake that turned out to be.
“the whole day?” you’d asked incredulously as you walked out the store, vibrator tucked deep in your purse. “what, don’t think you can do it?” you knew she was just taunting you, trying to get what she wanted. but fuck was it working. ellie was never one to back down from a challenge, and neither were you. “fuck it, fine.”
the next morning, you woke a soft hum, peaceful almost, if not for the quickly building pressure between your legs and the soft gasps and whimpers filling the early morning air. it didn’t take long for you to realize they were coming from none other than you.
your sleep-filled eyes fluttered open to find ellie next to you, arms around your waist, as her face nuzzled into the crook of your neck—her usual position. only this time a tiny remote control was pinched between her fingers.
“mmh—ellie-” you moaned softly, tilting your neck back to let her press more of those featherlight kisses. “yeah, you like that, baby?” she mumbled into you, other hand snaking under your shirt to massage your tit. “you’re so pretty in the morning,” she whispered into your neck, “couldn’t help myself.”
you cum quick, pleasure shooting through you, white and hot, as she held you close. she was being suspiciously sweet, muttering her gentle little praises as you rode out your high. “you did so good, baby. my girl looks so pretty when she cums.” but, still groggy from sleep, you didn’t think much of it. so far so good, not a single plea muttered. unfortunately for you, ellie was only getting started.
the rest of the day goes on pretty normally—well as normal as it could be with your girlfriend teasing you every few minutes.
she’s a complete menace with it. waits till you’re all relaxed and unsuspecting—curled up with a book, having breakfast, putting your makeup on—then she pushes her little button and you jolt, causing you to lose focus on whatever task you were previously occupied with.
you’d shoot her a glare, only to be met with an entirely unconvincing “what? my finger slipped!” paired with that characteristic shit-eating grin.
the worst part? she would never give you anything more. nothing more than a few seconds of mind numbing friction before you were left with nothing again. she kept at it the rest of the day, teasing and stopping and teasing again. but still, no pleas fell from your lips.
her confidence confused you, considering your tenacity thus far—well, at least until she suggested going to the movies. she practically laughed at the way your face fell.
that’s when you knew you were fucked.
the movie theater was empty, save for a few people scattered at the very front, much to your relief. ellie booked two seats in the row furthest from the screen, completely empty. by the time you were seated you were already soaked, keeping an anxious eye on ellie’s unrelenting hand, tucked suspiciously in the depths of her pocket.
by this point your panties are a mess, and all your pretty little head could think about was when ellie was finally going to let you cum.
you don’t even make it past the intro credits before you’re tugging on her sleeve, begging. “ellie-ellie, please.” you practically cried, shameless in your desperation. “please just fuck me already.” it was almost cute the way her face contorted in shock. “wha-here??” why did she look so surprised? it was her fault.
“els, please. you’ve been fucking with me all day and i just can’t-” you pleaded, eyes glassy, brimming with needy beads tears. “okay, baby. okay.” in the dark, you could make out the upwards quirk of her lip. she really had the audacity to smirk right now. the begging was sooo getting to her head, but right now? you didn’t exactly care. “i want it so bad, ellie. i’m so serious.”
“alr-yeah, alright. c’mere.” she whispered, settling you down into her lap. “just moan into my neck if you need to, yeah?” with a whimper, you nod, hiding your face and wrapping your arms around her neck tight, as you braced yourself for the only thing you wanted right now, struggling not to scream when the pleasure you’ve been craving finally graced your sopping cunt once more.
sensitive from all the day’s teasing, pleasure crashed into you like waves, every pulse as strong and merciless as the last. ellie kept her free hand on your side, rubbing as if to offer some sort of comfort. “shh, baby, you got it.” she whispered into your ear. “quiet f’me, okay?” and when it was too much, and a little whimper would slip past your lips, “i know it feels good, but we can’t be too loud, hmm? wouldn’t want anyone to know what a slut you are for me.”
it’s adorable how into it you get, grinding down on her like you can feel her there. she’s right there with you, one hand working deftly in her pocket, picking patterns that make you want to scream, while the other grips tight on your hips, your ass, squeezing like she’s getting off on it too. “ughhh-fuck, babe, yeah. mhm, take what you want.”
elllie has to cover your mouth when you cum, strong hands clamping over your mouth to stifle those pretty little moans she loves so much. if not for the movie you were sure someone would’ve caught you. “that’s it, baby, ride it out.” she cooed, “mhm, i got you.”
when you walk out the theatre you aren’t surprised to find the smuggest smirk you ever seen resting victoriously on ellie’s lips. “sooo, i guess that means i win.” she says, earning an eye roll form you. “shut up.” “i dunno, ‘ellie, please fuck me already’ kinda sounded like begging to me so-” “let’s just get home, yeah?” she shot you a puzzled look. you raised your brow, tone suggesting. “you still have a few hours left.” at that she chuckled. “say less.”
