dbf ! ellie who constantly sneaks you around the side of the house during her farm work, her calloused hands firm on your waist as she pulls you in close. she presses kisses along your cheeks and jaw, murmuring against your skin about how much she missed you. between every few kisses, her eyes flick around the corner, checking if your dad's anywhere in sight. with the reassurance he's not, her lips trail slower, lingering on your jawline. "pick you up tonight?" she whispers, voice low.
dbf ! ellie who is always overly cautious, pulling up slow with her headlights dimmed, the old truck rumbling low a few houses down. she texts you to meet her outside, and when you slip out the door, she's already leaning over to open the passenger side door for you. her grin tugs at her lips the second you slide in. "told you i'd be here. you'll never guess where i'm takin' you, baby." she murmurs, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting heavy on your thigh as she pulls away from the house.
dbf ! ellie loves to take you to all the nice places in town. she puts on her best chivalrous act — pulling out your chair, setting the napkin in your lap — and the whole time, she can't keep her eyes off of you. you always end up feeling a little bad, telling her she doesn't need to spend so much on you all the time, but she only shrugs, leaning back with that easy grin. "you deserve nothin' but the best."
dbf ! ellie who goes quiet on the drive back when you inevitably mention that your dad still doesn't know. one hand twitches against her thigh, and you can tell she's flighty about the idea of telling him. you find it funny, giggling in her passenger seat. "ellie, i don't think my dad would care… that much." she opens her mouth like she wants to argue, then snaps it shut, shaking her head instead. her eyes stay fixed on the road as she turns onto your street. "not yet, baby. i need more time."
dbf ! ellie who always works herself up to tell your dad she's dating his precious daughter, only to shrink under his towering frame every single time — whether she's over to watch the game, work, or drink a few beers.
dbf ! ellie who panics the second you join in on the drinking, brushing against her just enough to make her shift. she's always had poor control when she's tipsy, and you knew that. it didn't take long for her to figure out you were here to test how long she could keep herself together before telling your dad. she could play that game.
thinking about dbf!ellie holding you against the wall, hand over your mouth and fingers deep inside your pussy. you're breathing in and out sharply through your nose and trying so hard to stay quiet. your dad is having a get together with friends and family. you and ellie snuck off about five minutes ago and knew that soon, someone would be wondering where the two of you went. while you enjoyed getting finger fucked by ellie, you were also anxious to get it over with so no one would suspect a thing. ellie's lips brush against your ear as she whispers sweetly in it, praising you yet taunting you. "doin' so good keepin' quiet. i know it's hard. you wanna let it out, don't you baby? hm? dirty girl. i know it turns you on when it's a risk of gettin' caught."
you grip onto her clothed shoulders tightly as your orgasm hits, her palm pressing down firmly to prevent any noise slipping out. but she doesn't stop. one orgasm isn't enough for ellie, especially when she knows she could get away with making you cum a few more times. surely, no one was wondering where the two of you were yet.
"you can handle more," she coos in your ear, flipping you around so that your cheek is pressed against the wall. she pulls your hips back towards her so that she could have access to your pussy from behind. she gets on her knees and grips your ass, spreading it slightly and pressing a finger against your hole. you gasp and glance down at her with wide eyes. "sh," she whispers, placing a finger in her mouth and sucking it. she slips it out with a quiet pop and places it back against your hole. she applies pressure, slowly snaking her finger into the hole while her tongue laps up the juices from your pussy. you bit your lip super hard, desperate to keep quiet but finding it difficult. with ellie's tongue in your cunt and a finger in completely new territory, you knew it wouldn't be long until you came again.
dbf!ellie x reader . nsfw . minors dni . summary - you are in a secret relationship with your dad's best friend, ellie williams. for a whole year, the two of you have been texting, calling, and meeting up in different towns to avoid running into people y'all know. until one day, ellie's ex wife just so happens to be in the same town, same bar, as you and ellie . age-gap (reader is early twenties, ellie is late thirties) . angst . i was listening to mariner’s apartment complex by lana del rey & had a vision . this was originally supposed to be a short drabble hence the lowercase so sorry if that's irritating. i was too lazy to go and fix it:) wc: 4k
god, your dad would kill both you and ellie if he ever knew what was going on between the two of you.
ellie and your dad were coworkers at one point. you couldn't pinpoint exactly when they began working together, you just vaguely remember the time your dad started mentioning her. you were seventeen or eighteen at the time. there was never a face to the name, all you knew was that she was thirty-four back then and had a wife and a kid. you moved out after you graduated high school and lived in the dorms at college. you didn't have too many friends. you were quiet and kept to yourself. but you didn't mind it. you preferred to be alone. your dad would call you, begging you to go on vacation with him, ellie, her wife, and kid. “we need quality family time,” he’d say. “i don’t want you stuck in the house all summer, either.” you told him that it wasn't family time. ellie and her family would be there too. you politely declined and spent your summers at home, doing your own thing. during those summers, you learned how to live outside of the box you built for yourself. you forced yourself to socialize, doing things you never would've done before. you were a wild card by the end of it. but when your dad came home, you lied and said you spent all summer reading and watching tv. although you were now an adult, you didn't want your dad knowing what you did. you wanted to be trusted.
the summer you were twenty-two, you told your dad you'd tag along for family vacation. it was rewarding to see him so happy. he was mostly happy about the fact that you were finally meeting his best friend after all these years. before the two of you went to meet up with her, your dad gave you an earful about how messy her divorce was. “dina fought hard to get full custody out of spite but luckily, they came to an agreement. ellie has jj during the school year and dina keeps him for the summer. this is her first vacation without them coming along and i don't know how she’s feeling.”
“damn, that really sucks for her. i hope she doesn’t think too hard on it,” you said.
“me too. but i’m sure she’ll be fine. she always is.”
“that’s good. i’m excited to meet her.”
“she’s excited to meet you, too. i know the two of you will kick it off.”
“why, cause we’re both lesbians?”
you dad snorted. “there’s that and she has a great taste in music. i know that’s something you appreciate.”
“mm,” you hummed. “i’ll take your word for it but i’ll quiz her.”
you’ll never forget when you first laid eyes on her. you had never been awestruck over a woman in your entire life but she gave you pause. the image is still burned into your mind. her auburn mullet, tight black tank, baggy camo jeans (the real camo, too) and beaten up combat boots that were making its way over to you. she held out her hand and you took it. it was rough, calloused. you couldn't take your eyes off of her arms. they were toned and covered in freckles. her handshake was quick and firm and she was taller than you by two inches in those boots.
the rest of that summer was history. secret glances, rubbing your knee against hers under the table. in the beginning when you started doing this, she’d side eye you but wouldn't do anything to stop it. she’d carry conversations with you and your dad as if nothing was happening. about a few weeks in, when your dad was focused on something else, ellie reached down underneath the table and grabbed your knee. she gently pushed it over so that your thighs were together. you looked over at her to see a glint in her eye, warning you to stop. but her hand lingered on your bare skin. her fingers even brushed against it when she pulled away and you were pretty certain it was on purpose. a few days after, when everyone was “supposedly” asleep, there was a knock at your door. you sighed, hopping out of the firm hotel bed and dragging over to the door.
“dad,” you began as you opened it. “i’m trying to sleep–”
“we need to talk,” ellie said in a hushed tone. fuck. she looked so hot in her baggy alice in chains shirt and plaid red pajama pants. you stepped off to the side, letting her through the door. you could feel both your heart and cunt throbbing as she stood there, hands loosely on her hips, eyes glaring at you as if she was pissed off or irritated. “what are you doing?”
“um, trying to sleep?”
“don’t… don’t act like you don’t know what i mean,” she hissed. she took a few steps closer to you, causing you to back up against the wall. her face was directly in front of you. your eyes glanced down at her lips then back to her eyes. you thought she didn't notice but she did. “what are you doing?” she repeated.
“flirting.”
“stop it.”
“you don’t like it?”
“of course i do–fuck,” she ran a hand through her messy hair. “i do but… fuck, you’re my best friend’s daughter.”
“so?”
“so? so? we can’t do anything about it.”
“about what?”
ellie’s chest was rising up and down quickly as her breath quickened, growing heavier and heavier by the second. she was fighting hard not to smash her lips against yours. and you playing dumb didn't help the situation, either. it made her want to put you in your place.
“i’m going to make myself very clear so that there’s no more confusion, yeah? you want me, i want you, but it cannot happen. you understand?”
“yes ma’am,” you said.
“fuck me… god. okay. i’m... i’m gonna go back to my room. i’ll see you tomorrow.”
ellie rushed out of your room, leaving you confused as what she said cemented itself into your mind. you went over it a hundred times over in the few minutes you stood there, her words echoing throughout your head until it finally clicked. she said she wanted you too. how the hell did you not hear it the first time? did it just not register? you knew ellie liked the flirting due to the attention. but her feelings were reciprocated? you wasted no time leaving your room to go knock on her door. you weren't sure what you were doing at this point. your body had a mind of its own. ellie opened the door, her hand extending out to grab you and pull you inside.
before you could speak, you were slammed against the wall and ellie’s lips were on yours.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered between kisses. “what are we doing?”
she pulled away, a soft whine leaving your throat. “he doesn't have to know about this.”
“it’s wrong.”
“i know, ellie.”
“i’m too old for you.”
“we’re both adults.”
“your dad,” she whispered softly.
“please… don’t think about that right now.”
ellie rested her head on your shoulder, peppering sweet kisses along the exposed skin. you shuddered and wrapped your arms around her body. your hand made its way to her hair, tugging softly at the short strands. “so wrong but it feels… so, so right,” she uttered against your collarbone. her fingers grazed your hip, eliciting a gasp from you. she hooked them into the band of your shorts and brushed them back and forth along your belly. you could tell she was dealing with an internal battle inside her head and you almost felt bad. she wanted this as much as you did but you couldn't rush her into doing anything or wanting anything. you just let her do whatever it was she felt comfortable doing and you were fine. it was enough for you to be this close to ellie anyhow.
“i knew you’d come,” she breathed. “i knew you wouldn't let this be. i shouldn't have said anything to you. it was a mistake.”
“it is… or was?”
ellie lifted her head up, her eyes studying every inch of your face as she thought long and hard on what to say next. “might be the best mistake of my life.”
-
a whole year had passed since your relationship with ellie started. you’ll never forget the deep sadness you felt when vacation was over. you suspected that the fling would end there but ellie gave you her number. she assured you it wasn't over, the two of you just had to find ways to see each other.
and you did. it was hard for a bit because you were pretty far away in college and ellie couldn't leave her teenage son unattended at home. however, you dropping out made things a little easier. it wasn't what ellie wanted. matter of fact, it was the first argument the two of you got in. it was christmas break and jj was at his other mom’s house for the weekend. she asked you to meet her at the lake in a town nearby. luckily, your dad was working late, so you didn't have to explain to him where you were going and why you would've been gone so late. when the two of you met, she was quick to get on your ass. it was heated and you were frustrated with her. it was as if she couldn't grasp the fact that college made your depression worse. the argument lasted far too long for your liking but you were grateful that the two of you reached an understanding. ellie was very apologetic, it was obvious with how many times she made you cum in her truckbed that night.
but it was summertime again. luckily, this gave ellie even more time with you when she wasn't working. it was also the first year your dad didn't want to go on vacation. he said he was getting too old for all the packing and unpacking that he’d rather stay at home and watch tv all day.
you were leaned back in the passenger seat, bare feet resting on the dash with ellie’s hand gripping your left thigh. the windows were down and it had your hair flying around relentlessly. you looked up at ellie, pushing your hair out of your face to study the concentrated look on her face. a cigarette hung lazily between her lips. every so often, she’d puff on it and let the smoke exit out of her nostrils. she’d briefly take her hand off the wheel to take the cigarette and flick the ash off, but never your thigh. you raised up, scooting closer and closer to her so you could snatch the cigarette from her mouth. she glanced over at you, a lopsided smirk forming as you took a long drag. you inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke in ellie’s face.
“you want us to get into a wreck?” she joked, looking back at the road once she obtained her cigarette again.
“i don’t think i’d mind dying right now. i’m happy.”
“you’re dramatic. i think the books you read are getting to your head. got you thinking life is a movie… or, those things you read. what are they called?”
“fanfiction?”
“yeah, whatever that is.”
“i know this isn't fanfiction or a movie, ellie,” you said, looking out the window in deep thought. “i'm just saying i wouldn’t be upset if we died together.”
“yep. you’re just dramatic.”
“mm, whimsical, really.”
“whatever you say, baby,” she laughed, reaching down to turn the radio up. her thumb tapped the steering wheel along with the beat of wild horses by the rolling stones. you turned your head over to watch the setting sun. the glare of it made the mountains look like huge shadows. the sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. you shut your eyes and sighed. ellie was right. you tend to pretend your life was a movie, a book, fanfiction, whatever. but how could you not when everything was perfect? almost too perfect. the woman of your dreams was sat next to you. she loved you more than anybody has ever loved you. she treated you like you were the most precious, fragile thing. it made sense in your head that she did. because of course, this relationship was fragile. the two of you could never be truly out and open in it. and at any given moment, it could crumble to pieces if your dad were to find out. but you couldn't think of that, not now. you were happy and that was all that mattered.
-
it was already dark by the time the two of you reached the bar, not that you minded. ellie’s fingers were intertwined with yours as she led you inside. you blinked a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the smoky, dim barroom. there was a group of men to your left playing pool, and to your right was the bar itself. there were a bunch of lonely sad men sitting on stools, downing beer after beer after beer. in the middle, there was a huge dance floor and you weren't sure what else there was. it was hard to see past all the bodies spinning around to a hank jr song. ellie brought you in front of her, guiding you forward with her hands on your hips. it was something she did every time the two of you were in large, public spaces. she was both afraid to lose you in the crowd and worried that someone would try touching you. and it definitely wouldn't be a question of if but when in this dingy bar. it was full of perverts. you both made it to the counter and got the bartender’s attention.
“could i get two beers and two shots of whiskey, please,” ellie yelled over the music. the bartender nodded and began to prepare the shots. he grabbed two beers from the fridge and placed all of the drinks in front of you. he took ellie’s card, swiped it, and handed it back. ellie’s hands were gripping the counter, trapping you between it and her body. you picked up the shots and turned around, holding one of the glasses to her lips.
“tilt your head back!”
ellie obeyed, tilting her head back and allowing you to pour the shot down her throat. you downed your own and slammed both glasses onto the table. you hissed, the burning sensation in your throat being all too familiar but never something you’d get used to. you both started chugging the beers, desperate to get it over with so y’all could move over to the dance floor. you thought you hated dancing until you met ellie. there was just something about two stepping with her that felt so freeing. it always felt like it was just the two of you in the building.
the beers were done and over with, which meant it was time to dance. you were being guided over to the floor, ellie’s hands roaming a bit more this time. a sip of alcohol and she was feral. she reached around your waist and grabbed your hand, spinning you out in front of her and pulling you back against her. the two of you began to slowly two step as hello darlin' by conway twitty played. ellie couldn't wipe off the shit eating grin on her face. she loved every minute with you but this was always the most intimate thing she could do with you. holding you close, swaying you side to side while music played. it was heaven on earth. she mouthed the lyrics of the song to you, her eyes soft and showing all the love she had for you.
“i’m so happy to be here,” you slightly slurred, the alcohol finally getting to you.
“me too, darling.”
“i love you, ellie.”
“i love you too.”
you rested your head on her shoulder, staring off into the distance as the two of you danced. you kept catching a glimpse of a woman far off staring hard. you weren’t sure if she truly was staring at you or if it just looked like it. you raised up, looking at ellie with a confused look.
“what is it, babe?” she asked.
you opened your mouth to speak but suddenly the song changed, ripping you away from what you had to say entirely.
“went out one night to make a little round, i met little sadie and i shot her down…”
you smiled. “oh, i love this song!”
ellie shook her head. “mm, i hate this song.”
“dance with me anyways?”
“let's go get another beer.”
you pouted, giving her the best puppy eyes you could muster up. “usually that works but not this time. c’mon,” said ellie. you rolled your eyes and stepped in front of her, allowing her to guide you back to the bar once again. she ordered two more beers and turned to face you.
“anyways, what were you saying?”
“what was i saying? ummm… oh! there was this lady staring at us while we danced. she didn’t look familiar but… it was weird.”
“what woman–”
ellie tensed up. she was looking off to your right, her eyes wide and mouth open. you furrowed your brows and turned, seeing the same woman from earlier standing right behind you. she wore a scowl on her pretty face. she looked at you then back at ellie.
“dina, h-hey,” you heard ellie say. dina? as in… ellie’s ex wife dina? fuck. she didn't know who you were, right? hell, you never met the lady. but that didn't mean she never saw maybe an old photo of you and could put two and two together. it was too dark in the bar anyways. yet, she still was able to make out ellie in the dark.
“fuck,” you muttered to yourself, rushing towards ellie to hide behind her back.
“where’s jj?”
“he’s staying the night with a friend, ellie… is that?”
no. no, no, no. she knows you.
“dina, look. we’ve been divorced for two years. you can’t be jealous i’m with someone else already!” ellie lied, trying to manipulate the situation into something else. but ellie knew there was no way. if anything, she made it worse. of course dina knew who you were.
“ellie, that's chris’ daughter,” she snapped. “what the fuck?”
“dina, it’s not… like that!”
“this is your best friend’s daughter! does he know?”
“yes, he knows!”
“so if i texted chris saying i saw the two of you here, he wouldn't be pissed?”
suddenly, all the noise and voices around you drowned out and was replaced by the sound of your own heart beating. it was fast, nervous and upset with the situation at hand. the two of you had been so careful. why was this happening? how could it be happening? you felt tears prickling your eyes yet you couldn't blink. they burned but you couldn't blink. if you did, the tears would roll and you would be inconsolable. you weren't able to focus anymore on what was happening but you were quickly snapped out of your dissociation when ellie began dragging you outside. you couldn't hold the tears back anymore. they began to flow freely and you were wailing loudly.
“what do we do?” you cried out, watching ellie struggle to open the passenger door. she gently but urgently pushed you forward so that you’d get in. she slammed the door shut behind you and ran around the front to get into the driver's side. “ellie, what do we do?”
“i’m thinking!” she raised her voice. you flinched. your sniffles were the only thing that could be heard besides the rumble of the wheels on the pavement. “fuck, fuck!” ellie slammed her hand down on her steering wheel, groaning loudly and gripping it tightly.
“i can’t lose you,” you whimpered. “i-i can’t, i… i’d go crazy without you.”
“you won’t lose me, babe,” she said, her voice cracking. “this isn't the end of anything. just a… hiccup we can move past.”
“he's going to kill us.”
“me. he’s going to kill me,” ellie corrected.
you shook your head in disbelief. “i should have left you alone last year. i-i was reckless.”
“i regret nothing.”
“it was a mistake! you said it yourself!”
“no! i was an idiot for saying that.”
ellie was speeding. she was going at least thirty miles over the limit, a solid seventy miles per hour.
“y’know, tonight i was thinking fuck it… why not tell chris? hm? he knows i’m good and i know he only wants what's best for you. surely, he’d give us his blessing right? he’d let me take your hand in marriage because lord knows i wanna ask you someday,” ellie rambled.
“i want that too but–”
“dina is just being dina. she thinks she’s harming us when really, she’s pushing me to do what i’ve wanted to do for awhile now. i don’t want us to hide anymore.”
“you’re talking crazy, ellie. my dad will not give us his blessing.”
“so, you really thought we could live the rest of our lives in secret?” ellie glanced over at you. when she did, the truck swerved a bit. she corrected herself and was back in the lane. you held onto the handle above your head, terrified and upset. ellie grabbed the pack of cigarettes sitting on the dash and took one out. she lit it up and threw the empty pack out the window. “you know that never would've worked.”
“ellie, just slow down. please? you're scaring me.”
ellie sighed and slowed the truck down. you were able to finally relax as much as you could in your seat. “sorry, baby. didn’t mean to scare you,” she apologized.
“you’re right. i did think we could keep our relationship secret for the rest of our lives.”
“you live in la la land,” said ellie.
“i know i do.”
“listen, by the end of the night, your dad is going to know about us. shit, he probably already does.”
“what do we do?”
“how about we just leave?”
“what?”
you raised up from your seat, turning towards ellie to show she had your full attention.
“let’s just pack up our shit and get out of that shithole,” ellie repeated. “we want a change of scenery, anyways. i got the money and the degree to get a job elsewhere. it’s gonna be tough on you, having chris angry at you, and tough on me having him mad at me… and being far from jj.”
“it won’t be an issue with jj, right? i mean, he’d have to change schools.”
“he hates that school. really, it’d be a win for him. i’ve been begging dina to let me enroll him somewhere else anyways. she’s fine with it.”
you reached out to grab her free hand, gripping it tightly to the point you could've crushed it. she gripped it just as tight back. you could feel how tense she was, waiting for your answer.
“my stuff?”
“we could go back for it when your dad’s at work. we both know his schedule well enough to do that. we can do it tomorrow if you’d like just… please, baby. let’s go.”
you scooted closer to her and wrapped your arms around her bicep, resting your head on her shoulder. without using any words, you agreed to her proposition. you felt her body relax immediately. her breathing was back at a steady pace, as was yours. you weren't sure where y’all would go but you knew ellie did and you trusted her with every inch of your being. your phone began to go off. you glanced down at the lit up screen to see a picture of you and your dad when you were a kid. you frowned. with a shaky hand, you pressed the decline button and shut off your phone. you admired the full moon outside the window, a small smile playing on your lips. you were scared shitless but you knew you’d be fine. you had ellie by your side. you knew that no matter what, wherever you were or however you felt, ellie would be there too to make it all better.
