gal pals [fwb ellabs] [mdni/18+] જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩
summary: omg hiiiii. do you remember me. warnings: 18++, finger sucking, abby is annoying but cute lowkey giving unc, ellie is stoned and not sober, friends w benefits, I leave u with blue balls, ellabs is the superior stance wc: 1,561
playlist: inamourada (london after midnight)
Ellie knew she wasn't a stranger to seeking out Abby this way, but that didn't help her nerves.
Her lazy stride down the hallway to her roommate's bedroom, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on her bare hips, a little happy trail running up to her pierced belly button -- it wasn't unusual. She's got her sports bra on and half her hair up, her cheeks are tinged pink.
Ellie's trying to catch her breath before she speaks, but the dryness of her throat and burning in her eyes from her high aren't helping that. Her hands and the space between her legs are still tingling as she knocks on Abby's door.
"It's unlocked --"
Abby's voice is so familiar, the low rasp of it making Ellie's tainted mind tingle just that much more. She sucks in a deep breath, leaning against the frame with her fingers tapping the door handle twice before she twists it open.
"Hey," Ellie breaths, licking her lips as she peers in.
Abby's sitting at her desk, leaning back in her chair so she can face Ellie. She's wearing one of these ridiculous diy cutoffs that make Ellie's eyes want to bulge out of her face and some joggers. Her hair is down for once, and Ellie can't help but stare, her mind still hazy and smooth from the weed.
"Hey," Abby says, soft enough to be nonchalant, but she's got that glimmer in her eyes, the twitch in the corner of her lips that tells Ellie that Abby knows why she's here.
Ellie stands there for a long moment, admiring the other girl, and when Abby coughs, raising a questionable eyebrow, she blushes and speaks again.
"Um, are you busy?" She asks, glancing down at the floor for a second before looking back up, like she was encouraging herself to be grown about it, even after all this time.
"I could be available," Abby says, a small grin spreading on her face. She swivels her chair to be fully turned at Ellie, spreading her legs and leaning back as she tilts her head at the other girl, eyeing her up and down. "What's up?"
Ellie shifts in her spot, rubbing at her eyebrows and trying to play it cool. She pushes herself off of the doorframe and shoves her hands in her pockets.
"My, um --" she starts, looking down at the ground with pursed lips. "My vibrator died."
Almost immediately, Abby's face breaks into a smirk. Her eyebrows go up, and she chuckles.
"Really?" She asks, her voice dancing along the lines of condescending. "You need batteries?"
"Jesus, fuck--" Ellie says, scoffing and rolling her eyes. Her face burns bright red. "No, I don't need fucking batteries, you dick."
"No?" Abby asks, slightly swinging her chair side to side as she teased Ellie. "I was gonna say, I swear we bought a 24-pack like last week."
"Ha ha, fuck you," Ellie replies dryly, rolling her eyes. Her cheeks grow redder, and she decides she's embarrassed herself enough. As quickly as she came, Ellie turns on her heel and marches back down the dark hall, annoyed out of her mind.
"Shit, Ells," Abby calls, stumbling after the girl with a cocky laugh. Before Ellie's even made it halfway back to her room, Abby is swinging around the corner and stopping Ellie, putting her hands up in mock surrender.
"You know I'm just pulling your leg," she teases, blocking the doorway and looking down at Ellie, her golden halo of hair falling around her face so dreamily that Ellie has to physically force herself to blink twice and look away. Still, she says nothing, hiding her embarrassment.
"C'mon," Abby groans, leaning forward on one arm to look down at Ellie. "What do you want me to do? Beg you to eat my pussy? Get on my knees and tell you you're the best god damn munch in Seattle?"
Ellie wrinkles her nose, looking up and meeting Abby's gaze. "Jesus Christ, who taught you that?"
Abby grins as she finally pulls a response from Ellie, her face lighting up. She shrugs her shoulders playfully, as if it should be obvious.
"Ice Spice."
"What the fuck..." Ellie mouths, raising her eyebrows in disbelief. Now it's her turn to hold her hands up in surrender. She dodges Abby, continuing down the hall. "Forget I even asked, oh my god."
Abby's barking laughter echoes down the hall.
"You didn't ask, though," Abby calls, still taunting as ever as Ellie tries harder and harder to ignore the annoyance bubbling in her.
Ellie, too stoned out of her mind to even begin to comprehend whatever Abby's trying to entertain herself with, doesn't exactly know how to react when warm hands wrap around her front. She's pulled against the other girl's warm chest, where Abby's large arms wrap around Ellie.
Abby's breath is hot against her ear in a way that sends pins and needles down Ellie's spine. Her voice is low, deep and warm. Open-ended. Pliant. Sweet. Sexy.
"You know I'm just playing with you," Abby whispers, and Ellie's head is so far out into space that just the vibrato against her cartilage almost pulls moans from her.
"Not in the ways I like," Ellie challenges. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it's loud enough to elicit a chuckle from Abby, who knows this game all too well, and knows exactly what kind of playing Ellie likes.
That's why Abby's hands are quick to fall away as she sinks to her knees.
Ellie turns as Abby slips onto the floor, and fuck, not only is it delicious, but it's like harmony is restored to the world or something. Any shred of anxiety in Ellie's tingling body has pretty much fucking vanished, replacing itself with narrowed eyes and slow breaths. Ellie licks her dry lips, Abby's rippling muscles in her shoulders looking like dinner. Her hands rest near her hips, willing to be taken.
Ellie's fingers crawl instinctively over Abby's jaw. The tips of her nails draw faint lines over the bone, over Abby's plush lips that part obediently. Ellie wants to stretch this out further, to tease Abby more and touch her throat, but she can't stop herself from pushing her index finger into Abby's wet mouth.
Abby smirks around her finger, wrapping her lips tightly just like Ellie wants. Ellie's chest is pounding, and everything feels so much more intense than usual. The tip of Abby's tongue flicking over the knuckles and through through the web of Ellie's fingers feels more like a flick over her clit, like a sudden network of nerves have blossomed and been sent into overdrive through Ellie's palms.
Ellie's quick to play the game too though, despite her less than sober state. She guides her finger deeper into Abby's mouth, petting the back of her throat and licking her lips when Abby's saliva drips out of her mouth in strings that make Ellie's hand slick. Abby moans back, hollowing her cheeks out and tilting her head back some to straighten her throat in a way that actually does affect Ellie's clit. Ellie's everything, really.
Ellie's thumb and middle finger squeeze around Abby's cheeks, forcing more spit out of her mouth. Abby fucking delights in the dark look in Ellie's eyes -- the one that's not quite clear, the one that's somehow entirely here and halfway somewhere else.
Abby's stronger hand snakes up, wrapping around Ellie's wrist just tightly enough to warn the other not to pull away. Not that she would.
Abby pulls back just enough to suck a second finger between her lips, and she isn't gentle like Ellie was. She isn't explorative or curious; Abby is hungry, eager to be filled and satisfied. She's quick to work her mouth up and down Ellie's fingers, shamelessly dripping spit onto her lap and taking them as far as they'll go down her throat. She moans between a gag of her own and the twitch of Ellie's fingertips curling inside her mouth, and she locks eyes with Ellie as her mouth opens, making a display out of the way her tongue snakes between and wraps around the digits.
It's fucking vile.
When she finally pulls away, Ellie is breathless. Abby doesn't waste a second of it. She presses her strong nose against Ellie's abdomen. Her tongue trails over the hairs there and her teeth pull on Ellie's sweatpants, letting out an airy chuckle as they snap back against Ellie's pale stomach.
Ellie groans, feeling her body somehow become both more stiff and more at ease. She feels here but not quite, like she's floating above her body but tethered to it and receiving its sensory inputs in electrified pulses, each one pulling her deeper and deeper into the beast of a woman kneeling before her.
Abby's nose nudges a familiar, firm lump beneath Ellie's sweatpants. Her cheek rests against Ellie thigh, where Ellie's arousal is becoming increasingly more potent. Her breathing is ragged but strong, where Ellie's is controlled and barely-contained. Abby's heart races, and she can't help but let out a wolfish grin that makes Ellie all the more antsy to tear her apart.
"You're fucking nasty," Ellie's whisper breaks the silence as she wrenches her wrist from Abby's grip.
If Abby didn't know any better, she'd think Ellie was annoyed, angry even. She doesn't really give people who hate her blowjobs very often though, so when the cold silicone is smacked against Abby's lips, she ignores the impoliteness and lets her pussy do the thinking.
