can i just say… gamer!ellie playing something or another on her desktop when you crawl between her legs and pull her loose boxers down (and now, she’s gaming, obviously she isn’t wearing any pants). she’s so preoccupied with her game that she doesn’t even process what you’re doing, eyes glued to the screen. she finally notices when you part her thighs, blowing a cold gust of air on her exposed cunt. she’s already a little wet and you smile. “babe wh-” is all she can get out before you’re diving in, her slick salty-sweet against your tongue. she whimpers, dropping her hands to your hair and gently clenching two fistfuls of it. “no. play.” you tell her, bringing your fingers to her now sopping wet pussy, sliding into her velvety hole with two fingers. she chokes out this high, sweet sound, and shakily palms her mouse once again.
there’s just something about the concept of loser!ellie stumbling across your camgirl stream one day as she looks for something to… help her, if you know what i mean. mouth dropping a bit, eyes widening. she can’t get over the the soft flutter of your eyelashes through the slightly grainy camera quality, the curves of your body in your pretty, sheer babydoll lingerie. she can see your pert nipples through the material, and immediately she’s squeezing her thighs together. and ellie simply has nothing to say about the fact that she bookmarks the link to your site, keeping it in her private browser with a sheepish look on her face.
she starts watching at least one stream of yours a week, always ready with her hand shoved down her shorts, wet around her fingers as you dirty talk the camera about what you’d be doing to her (and your other 300 viewers) if you were there right now. it becomes this pathetic little crush after a while, to the point ellie is willing to spend her hard earned money (read as: money she got from getting into the top ten of a gaming tournament) on a solo call with you.
when you greet her, ellie’s mouth gapes like a fish out of water. her glasses fall down her face and a loose grey hoodie is pooling around her neck. her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of you, scanning her screen up and down. i’m no better than a man, ellie thinks to herself when her eyes get stuck on your breasts. “um,” she starts, “h-hey.”
“hey yourself,” you smile, unfazed. “what’s your name?”
“uhhhm,” ellie says again, this time trailed out a little longer and even more awkward than before. “uh… ellie.” she averts her eyes, looking everywhere except the screen. ellie picks at the sleeve of her hoodie, staring down at it to avoid looking at you again. and she’s so shy as she responds to all your questions about why she decided to book an appointment, prominent pink blush showing even through her blurry camera
and poor ellie is just so inexperienced, and so damned cute — she’s never even been talked through it by another person. she hides her face in her hands when you ask to take care of her; when you offer to talk her through an orgasm. “i’ll make you feel so good, pretty thing,” you sing promises to her, “like nobody else ever has before.” and already at this point you can’t deny it, she’s starting to get to you, too, with those wide puppy eyes and cute little button nose. the genuine awh in which she looks at you. it makes you feel fucking powerful.
sooner or later you’ll have convinced her to have taken off her pants and boxer shorts, leading ellie’s hand between her slender thighs with your words alone. “wh-what do you want me to do next?” she whispers, voice thick and choked up. and you tell her to keep touching herself, just how she likes. to slide a finger in if she wants, but to imagine it’s you doing it. and the moment ellie pushes her fingers into her pussy, you can tell. her jaw goes slack in relief, a sweet little oh! escapes those soft pink lips.
“yeah…” you murmur, “that’s it, ellie. take my fingers like the sweet, obedient girl you are.”
ellie straight up gasps at this, fucking into herself faster, harder. “keep… keep talking,” she pleads abashedly. ellie looks so needy, so fucking erotic that your cunt clenches around nothing. so you obviously do, you don’t think you’d be able to not give this sweet girl what she wants. you tell her all about how pretty she is, how handsome. how perfect she is, and how well she’s doing for you. you call her your girl, your sweet girl. and when she whimpers out i’m close, hushed and overwhelmed, you tell her to let go for you. you tell her to cum around your fingers, to get them and her pussy all messy.
you… may or may not give her your personal phone number by the end of the call.
the first time bff+loser+roommate!ellie purchases a… a dildo, she‘s quite secretive about it. she doesn’t want you to somehow find out that she’s been having those kinds of thoughts about you. doesn’t know how to tell you that she’s been dreaming about you taking her on her hands and knees, gentle and firm and a little bit doting. it’s 6 inches long, a soft blue color, covered in weirdly realistic vein patterns, and when she first uses it, ellie makes sure that nobody else is home. she gets into the shower, toy in tow, and lets the heat soothe her achy, nervous body. she can physically feel herself relax as the minutes go by, and eventually she takes a seat on the floor of the shower. she fingers herself open underneath the stream, nice and slow, taking a few minutes to get used to the stretch of each one. ellie’s not new to touching herself, but is new to taking anything, and really doesn’t want it to hurt. she gasps, high and needy like she’s never heard herself, each time she accidentally taps her fingers over the spongy spot deep within her walls. eventually, three fingers in and looser than she thinks she’s ever been, ellie decides it’s time. she gasps as the toy brushes over her entrance, wet silicone warm and dripping.
after this, ellie’s completely addicted to the feeling of being stretched open. she’s home alone? she’s definitely going to fuck herself. she’s in her bedroom with the door closed? a desperate hand is bound to be shoved over ellie’s mouth as she frantically fucks the toy into her hole. and really, it was a definite that you, her roommate, were going to catch her in the act one of these days. because as time went on, the bolder she got. sneaking off (badly) after you watch a movie together one morning, red in the face and a little sweaty, ellie pushes into her bedroom and closes the door. she doesn’t even say why she’s leaving, sneaking off without a word. she’s lost in pleasure when you knock on her door to check on her, desperately sliding the toy in and out of her pussy. after a moment you decide to just open the door, worried that she’s gotten sick and passed out or something. instead you’re met with the sight of ellie with her back against her bed frame, whining your name quietly at her own frenetic movements with her eyes jammed shut. you can’t deny the heat that immediately pools in the pit of your stomach. self admittedly? you’ve had a thing for ellie for years. this is a genuine fantasy of yours come true.
and when you clear your throat after a moment, her eyes snap wide open. her movements stop, wrist halting completely. she meets your eyes, and this heartbreaking, devastated little look just falls over her face, like you’ve caught her committing a grave sin and are getting ready to tell her you’re never going to speak to her again. but when her mouth drops open to say something, you cut her off with a soft hum of satisfaction. “it sounds like somebody has been thinking about me.” you absolutely purr. eros drips from your voice, evident, obvious, and you can feel your eyelids grow heavy. ellie lets out this relief shattered little whine when she comprehends that you want her, and you don’t even remember stepping towards her. suddenly you’re just there, between her legs, pulling her shaking hand away from the dildo, still sheathed deep inside of her. you wait for her to give you a nod of permission before taking the base between your fingers. ellie lets out this sweet little sound as you pull it out a bit and then slowly push it back in, a wet gush following. “please,” ellie begs, all pretty and needy. you’d be a fool not to give her what she wants after that.
she cums around the cock three times before you decide she’s had enough.
❝ and i’m thinking of you while i’m up here higher than god. ❞
or ;; you and your girlfriend, ellie, decide to go a little out of her comfort zone.
wc: 3k
⠀cw + oneshot under the cut . . . !
⠀cw: sub!ellie, use of sextoys, dirty talk, exhibitionism (play in public), sub!ellie is bratty (per usual)
the car thrums to life around you, and you connect your phone. you scroll through your music for a moment before deciding to play one of your favorites, a song you’ve been addicted to for the past six months.
your girlfriend, ellie, sits in the passenger seat. per usual, fucking passenger princess, but that’s a story for another day. she fidgets a bit, always one to be moving in some sort of way. it’s a little different now, though, because you and ellie are doing some… exploring tonight.
she’d come to you with the idea a week ago, shuffling over to you nervously, eyes averted. you were immediately intrigued, immediately hooked on the idea. far out of ellie’s usual comfort zone, she had asked you to control a vibrator from your phone while you two eat at a local diner. you’re a little less than vanilla, admittedly, so the idea of controlling her pleasure… in public of all places, made electricity rush throughout your body.
to be trusted so fully, so wholly and utterly, made emotions bloom in your chest. that, however, is again, a story for another day.
“i’ll start easy on you,” you tell her, this sort of… evil glee already showing on your face.
she gives you an overexasperated — and very pink — glare, and you laugh at her. she’s so handsome, such a pretty little thing, and oh so easy to turn red. her hair sits against her neck, perpetually messy, and the eggshell colored shirt she wears sits loosely against her willowy figure. “mhm, sure you will,” ellie grumbles.
and just for that, you open a certain app on you phone and turn the vibrator to medium.
ellie yelps, slamming the door on her side and clenching her bony hands. “j-jesus you- you couldn’t even wait for me-e to close my door? fucking ruthless…”
you turn the vibrator back off and raise your eyebrows at her. “do you want to keep talking to me like that? when i have this in my hands? i’ll leave this thing on the whole car ride, ellie. don’t fucking test me.”
she sighs, tipping her head back and rolling her pale green eyes. “i get it,” she mutters.
just because you’re a little mean, you turn it up one more time. ellie’s face contorts, first in surprise and then in pleasure. her pink lips form a little ‘o’, and her spindly hands push against the console and the ridges of the passenger door. she lifts her hips a bit, thighs squeezing together.
“fuck,” she whispers, eyes jammed shut. “you h-hate me.”
“i hate you so much, yet here i sit, making you feel so good…” you nearly sing, reaching out to stroke your thumb across her cheek before pulling away to turn your device off and start the car.
ellie sinks back down into her seat after the toy calms, freckled face painted with a crimson blush. you’re excited to get her into the diner. maybe if you two get lucky you’ll find a booth in the back — somewhere slightly isolated where you can torture her.
you both spend the short ride to the diner in relative quiet, just humming along to the music, one of your hands on the wheel and the other on ellie’s thigh. not five minutes later you’re pulling into the small parking lot and walking in to take a seat at the perfect booth.
soft eighties rock plays from the red jukebox in the front. ellie’s got her back to the restaurant and yours to the wall, eyes facing the walkway. she’s shifting impatiently, eyes flicking around even though from her angle. she can’t lay eyes on anybody except you, though, and you’re the only one who can see ellie until the server comes.
ellie looks up at you, bottom lip pulled into a sulky pout.
“what?” you tease. “what’s the problem, baby?”
“when are you gonna… y’know…” she whispers, making eye contact with the wall beside her.
“when am i going to what, ellie?” you ask. you almost purr in satisfaction when she lets out a frustrated little grunt. she furrows her brows at you in annoyance. you cave and giggle, far too pleased with yourself. “go ‘head an’ tell me anytime, baby.”
“the toy, you fuckin’ asshole!” ellie whisper-yells, vexation clear in her tone. you grab her hand across the table in mock sympathy, pouting your own lip.
“oh!” you sing, pulling out the toy. you can see a waitress about to meander her way over out of the corner of your eye. “don’t worry, honey. we can play now.” you pull out your phone from out of your bag, resting it on your lap, just underneath the table. up, up, up, to the middle setting, the moment the waitress arrives.
she greets the two of them, deep red lipstick pretty and precise. “what drinks can i get you started with?”
you tell her you’ll have an iced water, and then you both turn your expectant gazes towards ellie. she’s pink again, eyes still clenched shut, hunched over the menu that’s been placed in front of her.
“…miss? what can i get you to drink?” the server tries again, a concerned and definitely confused expression on her face. she’s patient, though, and you give yourself a mental note to give the girl a nice tip.
ellie jolts, eyes opening. “um! what?” she scrambles, “oh. can i have a sprite?” she has the cutest, dumbest little face and god do you want to lean over the table and kiss her smack on the mouth, right in front of their poor server. your pink, already flustered girl.
“absolutely! i’ll go grab those for you and then i’ll be back to take your orders.” she turns and walks away, ponytail swaying as she does.
you turn your gaze away from the server and back to ellie, watching her eyes slip back in relief and her hands press against the table. you turn down the vibrator and she sags against the red booth. “okay, baby?” you ask, knowing full well what your girlfriend is about to say.
“you’re a dick,” ellie starts, “what happened to starting easy on me?”
“…oops!” you smile sweetly, not one ounce of regret evident in your voice. you reach across the table and take her hand into yours, rubbing your thumb against her knuckles soothingly and admiring the pretty tattoo on her arm. you trace your pointer finger against it, following the ink up to the moth and then back down again. “i’d apologize, but… i’m not actually sorry.”
she glares, and you raise an eyebrow. ellie sighs and leans back, rolling her eyes and glancing at the menu in front of her. she looks through it without another complaint, and by the time she pushes it to the side, you’re ready to play again.
you take your phone out again with your other hand, setting it on the table. ellie glances at it, lips pursing excitedly. she can act grumpy about this all she wants, but you know that she’s into it. possibly even more into it than you are.
“well?” you ask, tracing along her arm again. “ready?”
she nods, a bit shyly, and taps her free hand against the table, fingers drumming against the faux wood. “ready as i’ll ever be…” ellie breathes.
you open the app again, staring at the lowest possible setting. you’ve had some fun teasing her, now you’re ready to ease ellie into the craziest orgasm of her life. you can hear her breathing stutter at first, but besides that, there’s no other reaction. to this setting, at least.
the server comes over again to take their orders a few minutes later, and you lift the setting upwards. barely — you’re not even sure if ellie can feel the difference because of her lack of reaction. ellie sits there and tells the girl her order as if there isn’t a toy inside of her, vibrating against one of the most sensitive parts of her body.
“it’s not bad at all,” ellie brags after the server leaves, confident, cocky grin in tow. “i can definitely handle this.”
“okay,” you say simply, taking a sip of your water and sliding the setting up a bit higher.
ellie chokes on her sprite a bit, wiping at her nose with her sleeve and sending you an annoyed glance. “dick.”
you turn it up again, and ellie’s forehead is beginning to look damp underneath the light above the booth. every few seconds, you bring the setting up higher. she gets progressively more antsy, getting pinker and pinker, until a drip of sweat slides down her temple. ellie chokes on a barely held back whimper and swallows thickly. her face twitches, and you know that she’s making a conscious effort to hold back her expression. it gives you a wicked sort of satisfaction.
you lean towards her, bringing your voice down to a hushed whisper. “with all your little glares and remarks… don’t forget that i have all the power here, sweetheart.”
and ellie can’t hold back her reaction to this, a strained grunt, lips pulled into a taut grimace. she nods her chin out to the side, pulling at the collar of her shirt like it’s too tight around her throat. you push the setting up more, and she lets out this loud, shuddered out breath of air. your poor baby.
“okay i-” she attempts to say, but a startled little ah slips through her open lips, cutting her off.
“quiet, ells. you don’t want everyone to hear you, do you?” you lecture, having too much fun being a little mean. “don’t you want to be a good girl, honey?”
if ellie’s face wasn’t red as a stop sign already, it certainly is now. her mouth opens and shuts a few times, most definitely going to say something bratty and then thinking better of it.
yeah, that’s your good girl.
“alrighty!” the server cuts in. you both whip your heads over at her in surprise, definitely far too suspiciously. you pull your phone back down into your lap, turning the toy back off to give ellie a breather. “there’s yours…” she says looking at you, placing down your plate of food in front of you. she grabs ellie’s plate. “and for you!” she glances back and forth between them, and a weird look crosses her face for a moment before she masks it. “um, is there… anything else i can get you two?”
“nope!” you and ellie say in unison. the server walks away without saying anything else, and your girlfriend snorts out this obnoxious laugh. you can’t help but burst into giggles as well, throwing an embarrassed hand over your face and nearly snorting.
“fuck,” ellie wheezes, stabbing a fork into her pancakes (obviously drenched in sugary, delicious blueberry syrup), “she definitely knows something’s up.”
you nod solemnly, but then burst into another round of giggles. ellie smiles at you affectionately as you laugh into your hand.
“anyways…” she breathes out, nudging your foot from under the table, “do you want to eat and then… continue this at the cinema?”
the rest of dinner is spent eating in a content, fond silence. you both finish quickly, evidently a little eager to finish up and get to the cinema. the food is good, though. it’s always good there, it being your favorite for a reason.
you wait for ellie to finish in the bathroom and then grab onto her hand as you both walk through the diner’s doors, ready for a short drive a few blocks over. you almost wish it was a little longer, longing to tease her a little more before you get there. you don’t, though, choosing to give ellie a little more time before you absolutely wreck her in the back corner of the theater.
when you get there, ellie pays for your tickets to a movie of her choice. you don’t actually pay attention to what it is, knowing neither of you will be putting much focus into watching most of it.
when you walk into the small, dark theater, it’s practically empty. there are a few people here and there, mostly near the middle of the room and nobody in the back. the night couldn’t turn out any more ideal. you tug ellie to the secluded corner, taking her all the way to the last row. any other time, you’d be bitching at her to put her glasses on. you’re thinking her eyes might be closed throughout a lot of this movie, though.
nobody else comes in before the commercials start rolling, and you think it’s a perfect time to start. you tug your phone out of your pocket, watching ellie as she takes a sip of her second sprite of the night. your phone shines brightly in your hand and you rush to turn down your brightness, blinking a few times at the for some reason unexpected flash of light. ellie is nonethewiser, snickering away at some stupid ad about theater candy. you open the app on your phone and gently buzz the toy to life.
ellie side eyes you, sticking her tongue out.
“i’ll bite that,” you threaten, very seriously.
and to that, she sticks her tongue out even further. you snort at her, flicking her shoulder and then all at once turning up the toy to the middle setting.
ellie jolts, whimpering and gripping onto the armrests of her seat for dear life. from the light of the screen, you can see her face dust in a pretty pink. she bites her soft bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth in an attempt to cut herself off from making any more sounds. you rest a hand high on her thigh, gently squeezing. in your other hand, your phone still sits, app open and thumb climbing just a bit higher before you turn the vibration down to the lowest setting again. ellie sags against the reclining theater chair, breathing a big gust of air out in a sigh.
you move take your hand off of her and reach for your candy, throwing a few pieces of the chocolate covered caramels into your mouth. the movie has started by now and you turn your gaze to the screen, chewing on the candies slowly. ellie watches you with a grumpy expression on her face, taking an annoyed swig from her too-big cup of soda.
you wait a few minutes before repeating the same thing, this time turning it up a bit higher and watching her bend in on herself, shoving a hand between her legs like the desperate little thing ellie really is. she hums out this swallowed down noise, low in her throat and enough to make your clit throb. you snatch her hand away and turn the toy off, not wanting her to have any form of relief quite yet.
“nooo,” she huffs, “i… why did you…?”
you don’t respond to her, looking back towards the screen. you throw a few more pieces of candy in your mouth and you can feel ellie’s eyes staring into you as she leans back into her seat. you give her about fifteen minutes before starting again, buzzing the toy up to just under the middle setting. you watch as ellie squeezes her thighs together, jaw clamping shut as she focuses on the feeling of the toy humming against her walls.“you’re doing so well, pretty girl.” you tell her quietly, leaning over to kiss her temple. she presses into you, needy for your touch and starving for your love.
“baby,” ellie says, hurriedly, “i. please.” she’s got her eyebrows scrunched up and foot tapping against the floor. “i need more.”
“more…?” you draw out, acting like you don’t understand what she means.
“fuck, c’mon. please, baby. please. i- turn it up higher.” she finally begs, pleading look in her pretty green eyes.
“good girl,” you breathe, turning up the vibrator to almost the highest setting.
ellie’s back arches against her seat, a hand shoved over her mouth in a frantic attempt to not let the whole theater know what the two of you are doing. “m-more,” she begs through her fingers, a sweet little squeak slipping out. she hiccups, “cl-ose.”
you reach over to her, unbuttoning her loose jeans and pushing your fingers underneath the fabric of ellie’s tight boxers. you slide them lower, lower until you reach her center. she’s dripping down past the toy, making a wet mess in her underwear and all over your fingers. your chest purrs with pleasure. you find her clit, swiping against the little button over and over, knowing exactly what she needs. this time, you allow her to curl into that peak of pleasure. when she cums, it’s with a quiet sob against her hand, eyes clenched shut and back still arched.
“that’s it baby,” you murmur throughout as she rides the waves of her orgasm, “you’re such a good girl. my good girl.” and when she whimpers in overstimulation, you shut off the toy, slowing your circles against her but not fully stopping them. “one more,” you hum. “just one more, then we can go home and i’ll really fuck you stupid.”
she nods, grinding into you needily. it doesn’t take long for her to cum again, your deft fingers working her clit just how ellie likes it. her thighs squeeze shut around your hand as she reaches her peak, hips lifting and pushing into you.
you wait a moment before pulling away, giving her some time to come down before taking your hand from her pants slowly, gently, not really wanting to stop touching ellie but knowing it’s time to get your her home.
“jeez,” she says after a minute, sounding a bit dazed. “i think i was a little into this or something.”
abby and ellie are fucking and abby’s got ellie on her lap, one of her legs on either side of her. abby’s guiding ellie on her strap, watching her tiny tits bounce with every movement. ellie was talking big game at first — something about how she definitely doesn’t get fuck drunk when she’s got abby’s cock in her — but now? she’s already got this dazed, stupid little look on her face. “abby, oh, abby,” she chants like a mantra, mouth dropped open a little. and god does abby get this surge of satisfaction, watching somebody so full of pride, somebody usually utterly indomitable, fall apart atop of abby’s muscled thighs.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips. ❞
or ;; having a downright lazy morning and smoking a joint with your girlfriend, ellie, leads to a thing or two.
wc: 1.5k
⠀cw + oneshot under the cut . . . !
⠀cw: recreational drug use (marijuana), sub-bottom!ellie, intimacy, fingering (e!receiving)
quiet music thrums through the small, dated radio in the corner. smoke hangs in the air, draping the room in a foggy heat. the sun shines through your open bedroom window, rays of light laying bright, rectangular splotches against your bed sheet. you inhale a deep pull of smoke into your lungs, holding it there for a long moment before blowing it out. your girlfriend takes the joint from between your fingers, breathing in her own sizable hit and sighing it out in an earnest yawn.
god, do you fucking love lazy noons like this; ones where you can just lay in bed with ellie smoking and basking in the warm, summer morning heat. kissing lazily, soft touches and content sighs. there’s nothing better than waking your girlfriend up on a saturday with a joint, watching her sleep swollen eyes open and a tired smile immediately making its way onto her freckled, sunkissed face.
ellie passes you the joint, and before you hit it again you lean in to kiss her, slow and lazy. she’s got sleep breath but you truthfully don’t give a fuck, deepening it a little before ultimately pulling away to breathe in the herbal smoke. you can feel the high hitting, relaxation rolling through your body like a gentle, persistent wave. you hand the joint back to your girlfriend and lay down, sagging against the plush pillow. your eyelids feel heavy, and you just simply bask in the warmth of the sunlight.
your girlfriend takes a long drag of the blunt before leaving it to sit on the nightstand. she holds it in for a bit too long though and just about hacks up her lung, pulling a pillow into her face the cover the sound. you can’t help but giggle at her, rubbing ellie’s back as she wheezes.
“god,” she groans, leaning into you and whining into your neck. ellie starts giggling too after a moment, this downright endearing sound that makes butterflies erupt in your chest. “oh, shit. man, that just fucked me up.” she professes.
“i’m flying a little too,” you agree, bringing a hand to her short, messy auburn hair and stroking it. ellie leans into your touch with a quiet, pleased sigh, reaching her hand up to your shirt and taking a small fistful of it. she swings a leg over yours and hides in your neck once again.
“sweet girl,” you croon. you pull her closer, resting a hand on ellie’s hip — right between where the top of her boxers and the bottom of her shirt fall apart from each other. your thumb strokes over the area, and ellie breathes this hum of something. comfort? something else, perhaps?
your suspicions are confirmed when she lets out this pathetic little squeak of a sound, her grip in your shirt tightening. and like — you’re high. you don’t feel like beating around the bush, and so you simply say “you’re needy,” tracing your fingertips along the hem of her loose t-shirt. she huffs, and you slip your hand underneath the worn material. ellie’s warm skin feels soft, like home. you take a deep, pleasant breath and smile at her. she’s starting to fidget a bit, adjusting her position sporadically, and you know why but you want her to verbally ask you for what she needs.
this shifting lasts for a few minutes, until finally ellie huffs again. “babe,” she mumbles into you. you stroke against her bare skin softly, so softly, and she whimpers. “i need something…”
“what do you need, honey?” you ask quietly, fully aware already of what she’s craving. still, you wait, fingertips tracing gentle patterns against her. you feel yourself growing wet, but you’re not really interested in focusing on your own pleasure right then.
“takecareofme,” ellie pleads, the words all slurred together. “please, anything, i- i need you.” she looks up at you, puppy eyes hooded and pupils dilated, nose softly blushed.
you can’t leave her hanging, can’t resist the girl curled up against you, and so you lean in and kiss her. deeply, deliberately your lips move together. a groan escapes your throat involuntarily, and ellie whimpers again in return. you push her sleep shirt further up her chest, skimming the tip of your thumb against her small breast. she gasps, and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.
“baby, please,” ellie’s voice is growing a little frantic now, and if she’s desperate enough to start begging, you don’t want to make her wait any longer. you reach down, slipping past the hem of her boxers. she lays on her back against the pillow to help you get a better angle. you press a bruising kiss onto her lips, slipping your fingers into the folds of her wet pussy. ellie shudders out this trembling breath and your stomach genuinely churns with desire.
you easily find her bud, rubbing soft circles around it. she grabs at your wrist and you don’t even think she realizes it, green eyes jammed shut in rapture. “oh god,” ellie spills out, breath hitching as you move your fingers to tease over her entrance. “pleasepleasepl-”
“don’t worry, i’ve got you,” you shush her, dipping two fingers inside of ellie to soothe her. her jaw drops slightly open, bottom lip trembling with need. “that’s it, sweetheart…” you coo, rubbing against her wet, velvet walls. she’s tight and so goddamn hot inside and you feel like you could pass out in sheer fucking pleasure, right then. you build up a steady pace, sliding your fingers in and out of her. ellie clenches against them like she’s trying to keep you in forever.
“t-talk to me,” she pleads, needy and eyes opening. they’re hazy, clouded and foggy with lust and pure, unadulterated carnality. “need… need your v-voice.”
“that’s my good girl,” you sing immediately, “did so well using your words for me.” and ellie chokes out this raw, feral little noise. it makes your chest ache with want, and you kiss her again. she whimpers into your mouth and you speed up the thrusting of your hand. “you’re taking my fingers so fuckin’ good.” you pull away to say into her sweat damp skin.
“fuck, fuck-” ellie sputters, grinding against your hand. you quicken the slide of your thumb around her clit and she clenches around you again. you can feel the lust radiating off of her so much that it’s palpable, reaching out and warming every part of you like a ray of sun.
“you’re so wet around my fingers, honey,” you purr into her ear. “and the fact that this is all for me… isn’t that right, my ellie?” her clit twitches against your thumb.
“yes, yes!” she wails, nodding frantically. “all for you…” she’s borderline hysterical now, breaths coming out frenzied and unsteady. she’s unmitigatedly sinful like this. her grip on your wrist transfers to the front of your shirt, clawing at the thin material. you can feel her legs squeezing around your wrist, attempting to close in all her pleasure.
“yeah,” you agree, voice heavy and thick with arousal. you’re ready to lay the final nail in the coffin, now, and you press against that sweet spot inside of her accordingly. “cause this is my pussy, isn’t it baby?”
all at once, ellie full body tenses, this pathetic, squeaked mewl of a sound coming out of her. your fingers are drenched in a gush of her nectar and it drips down your wrist. she’s so fucking breathtaking like this, at the pinnacle of pleasure, absolutely coming undone. it’s just as good as having an orgasm yourself, hell — better. by a goddamn long shot. nothing competes with this: ellie williams, unbound and raw, falling apart with you crammed deep inside of her.
she twitches as her climax rages through her, all these broken sounds escaping those pretty pink lips, and sobs when you keep rubbing at her clit. “don’t stop, don’t- don’t stop…” ellie gasps out. her voice is saturated with prurience.
and really, you’ve never been able to say no to her — so of course, you keep going. of course you continue to thumb over that sensitive nub. your fingers slide wetly, in and out, in and out, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in with a soaked slap. “love how messy you get, ‘n you sound so pretty when you come apart. ” you rasp. “love how you look with me inside that sweet little cunt. my perfect girl…”
you can feel it when she cums again, tightening around your fingers and wailing. a tear escapes the corner of ellie’s eye, and her breath hitches as she comes down. you slow your movements, deciding to let her relax now. “that’s it…” you coo, your fingers and thumb coming to a complete halt. leaning in, you press gentle kisses against the corners of her eyes. “open those pretty eyes, baby.”
slowly, she does. they’re swollen and foggy — usually alert, bright green, now soft and sated. you wipe your hand on the sheet and pull ellie’s body into yours, holding her close and whispering hushed praise into her ear. “think… that you might have fucked me stupid,” she admits groggily.
you laugh and pull her closer, kissing the soft skin of her freckled forehead. content, at home.
thinking about ellie coming across an old adult store as she hikes just outside an abandoned quarantine zone. curiosity wins, because of course it does, and she needs to look. just a peep, only for a moment. but a peep turns into scavenging, and scavenging soon turns into successfully finding a little sealed package in a box in the back of the store.
she knows what it is, she’s a grown woman, but obviously there’s never really been the time or place during her adult life to have been able to explore that particular aspect of herself so… intensely. ellie stares at the box for a second before deciding, fuck it. she rips off the top of the package and flips it upside down, shaking it. the… toy falls onto the table in front of her followed by a little instruction manual. she knows what to do in theory but she grabs at the instructions anyway, bending them a bit as she skims quickly. shut it — she’s just a bit eager, okay?
so she… and then she… nice. and she’s lucky, because this one doesn’t call for batteries. ellie just hopes that the power will have held up for all these years.
she secures the store and makes herself comfortable relatively fast, throwing one of her extra flannels onto the ground before pulling her jeans to her ankles and taking a seat on top of her shirt. she’s a little intimidated, so she doesn’t strip out of her boxers. ellie holds the button in for about five seconds before it vibrates to life, a gentle thrum sounding alongside her breathing in the otherwise empty store.
she just stares at it for a moment before braving the whole… opening her legs thing. don’t get ellie wrong — she’s touched herself before. hell, she’s even had sex a few times. but a vibrator is a whole new ball field. it thrums against her hand and it actually tickles a little bit. the lithe muscles of ellie’s thigh flex as she opens her legs, and she takes a deep, soothing breath. finally she brings down her hand, and…
what. the. fuck.
the vibrator buzzes against her clit gently and she gasps, the feeling immediately too much. ellie almost pulls it away, not knowing if she wants to press into or away from it. she rests her back against the floor, because she needs to fucking lay down for this shit. “hhh…” she breathes quietly.
ellie accidentally hits the button again, and she fucking gasps. the toy is humming louder, vibrating harder. “ha-” she moans before she can shut herself up. she knows she must be making an absolute mess of her boxers, can feel herself soaking right through the thin material. it feels fucking good, so incredibly overwhelming that her free hand keeps clenching uselessly against the ground. ellie brings it to the flannel underneath her, needing something to latch onto for support.
and oh, how ellie feels is unlike anything she’s ever felt before. a fire grows low in her belly, intense, building heat rapidly. the heat spreads all throughout her body and her toes curl in her sneakers. she chokes over a half held back whine. the feeling burns and burns until ellie thinks she’s going to fucking melt.
when she cums, she throws her hand over her mouth, sobbing into it. her orgasm is more intense than she ever could have expected; she feels it in her fingers, in her legs. in her fucking bones, man. she’s trembling everywhere, shaking like a leaf as it’s swept through the wind. ellie’s head knocks against the ground in overexertion, she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it up.
when she comes down from that high, ellie just kind of… lays there a second. because, yanno. best orgasm of her life just achieved. she inhales deeply and then blows out a gust of air, chest deflating. eventually she’s got to get back on her feet, pulling her jeans back up and picking the flannel off of the floor before chugging some much needed water.
and ellie thinks she does a pretty good job at ignoring the weird, hollow, lonely feeling that grips her chest as she leaves the store: hiking into the unknown. alone.
or ;; your girlfriend, ellie, wakes up feeling extra needy.
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cw: 18+ MDNI, sub!ellie, slightly bratty!ellie, strap sucking, pillow riding, dirty talk, light subspace, masturbation, you and ellie are so in love
loosely intertwined, don’t have to read first!
your coffee sits cold on your bedside table, long forgotten. below it a book, closed hastily, a page sticking out at an odd angle. usually, you’re quite the stickler about how your books are kept, but this morning… this morning is a different story.
see, your girlfriend woke up incredibly needy. ellie always had a tendency to wake up feeling deprived, but this? this is different. you could feel the wetness of her cunt dragging against your thigh as she straddled you, mouthed at your neck like she was in heat, nipped at your fingertips like she’s a damned puppy. she’d pulled the pointer one into her mouth, licking and sucking on it as if it was a fucking piece of candy. lord, help me… you think to whoever is listening.
so, truthfully, it’s to have been expected that this is where you both end up: you, standing in front of her bed, harness wrapped around your hips. silicone cock wet and glistening with cotton candy flavored lube — ellie’s pick, of course. she, on the other hand, is kneeled in front of you, pillow between her thighs and an impatient expression on her freckled face.
she huffs, nose scrunched up in the way that makes your chest feel warm. “come on,” ellie mutters, testy and petulant. “i’m not in the mood to beg, dude.”
you scoff at her, halting your hand on the back of her head. “not in the mood, huh? well i guess i can take that pillow from between your legs…” you drawl out, and then tug her head backwards with messy auburn strands.
“fuck,” ellie grunts, mouth open, red face reading evident that she’s feeling a little bashful to already have been reduced to this. “i’m sorry,” she puffs out, “i’m sorry. i’ll behave. i will.”
you hum, releasing her hair and wiping your thumb across her wet, kiss swollen bottom lip. “go ‘head and suck then, baby,” you murmur, stroking the back of her head and down to her pale neck. you don’t push her, you’re not an impatient bastard like ellie is, just gentle in equanimity. “put that little mouth to use for me instead of being a pest.”
she echos your hum, the side of her mouth pulling up into a bratty smile. i’ll behave, my ass, you think. ellie leans in, making eye contact with you as she does. she starts with kitten licks, and you purr at her like you can feel them.
her hand lifts to the base of the cock and your stomach jumps, heat rolling over your body in a wave of pleasure at what you’re witnessing. you’re positive you’re red as a goddamn stop sign right now, but you can’t get yourself to be embarrassed about it. ellie is a fucking vision, one that doesn’t usually submit fully. to see her like this, to be allowed her like this, takes the air out of your lungs.
“all of my exes just kind of… wanted me to make them feel good.” ellie had confessed one night, before you two had ever even slept together in the first place. “and it wasn’t like i didn’t want to, plus i did always like it! i just… i don’t know, it’s stupid. nevermind.”
“no, tell me,” you’d consoled, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her eye. green, pale and spectacular.
“i just… also want to be taken care of sometimes, i guess. i told you it was stupid.” she looked flustered, more than embarrassed. it had made a ball of misery well up in your stomach, that ellie thought the idea of her wanting to be looked after was anything but normal.
“that’s not stupid, ells.” you’d said immediately, eyebrows furrowed. “you’re allowed to want to feel taken care of… i-i’d love to take care of you,” you confessed lowly.
she looked away, face immediately inflamed a deep shade of pink.
ellie cleared her throat, then, and took a moment to collect herself. “and like, it wasn’t their faults, though. i didn’t exactly tell them what i wanted so… i don’t know.” she didn’t speak again for a moment, but you stayed silent because you could tell that ellie wanted to say more. “maybe it was good they didn’t touch me back,” she’d eventually continued. “maybe i was… waitin’ for you.”
ellie moans around your cock as she takes it deeper, and you honestly think she’s forgotten that she has the pillow between her legs because she squeezes them together and lets out a little whine of surprise.
“mm, does your little clit feel good, pretty girl?” you ask, knowing that ellie can’t respond with the toy in her mouth. she lets out a tiny grunt though, and you giggle, appreciating her attempt. “ride your pillow, ‘kay?” the command gentle, but firm.
after a moment of hesitation, one eye winking open at you sheepishly, she grinds down against the striped pillowcase. ellie shudders and her free hand comes up to grab at the back of your thigh, short, blunt nails digging into you. she pulls off for a moment and moans, raw and honest.
“that’s it, honey. i wanna know exactly how you feel, don’t be shy,” you coo at her.
she chokes on a broken whine and then leans in to take the cock between those red lips again. you groan, a little tempted to fuck into her mouth.
screw it.
you do it and ellie chokes a little, but doesn’t pull away. if anything, her movements grow more desperate. her hips are moving uncoordinatedly as she rides the pillow slotted between her thighs.
“good girl,” you sing to her, “good fucking girl.”
she pulls back to catch her breath and a tear slips down ellie’s face. “baby?” you ask, just wanting to check. “okay?”
it takes her a moment to answer, likely beginning to feel a little cloudy; a bit like a fog is settling over her usually overactive mind. “‘m great,” she reassures you, “just… i feel good.”
you smile at her, that sweet, loving smile that you reserve for ellie and ellie only. she’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. you’re overcome with the urge to care for her, to dote on her every need and desire. your girl, your pretty girl. befreckled and messy and usually always just a little bit sunburnt. she’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more, and she is so very yours. you stroke the side of her face in praise and she leans into your touch.
you guide ellie’s mouth back to the cock and she goes more than willingly, that desperate look in her eyes now more than ever. her hips haven’t stopped squirming, and she’s shaking like a fucking leaf.
“you’re so close,” you murmur, voice soft and guiding, “let go for me, pretty girl.”
she whimpers and does these frantic little movements against the pillow, pulling off of the cock and choking out a “ha-”. ellie’s eyes are jammed shut but you can see another tear roll down her cheek, and you know she’s in the absolute throes of pleasure right then.
your core fucking aches. you shove a desperate hand between your legs, pushing the strap to the side. a few quick circles around your clit are all it takes for you to slip over the edge too with a relieved groan.
ellie’s still got the pillow squeezed between her legs. her hips aren’t moving, but you know she’s riding the aftershocks. you crouch down and kiss her temple, tracing smaller kisses down the side of her face until you reach her lips. you kiss her deeply, and she opens up to you immediately.
“damn, dude.” she rasps a few minutes later, curled up against your back in bed. you’re both under the covers, a lazy morning decided without having to have a verbal conversation about it.
