synopsis: fem!reader x jealous! ellie williams. you and ellie used to be friends before she randomly stopped talking to you and you bump into her at a party. based on friends by chase atlantic.
wc: 1.7k
warnings: smut, metions of alcohol, dom!ellie, sub!reader, degregration, overstimulation, blood, no aftercare
an: another chase atlantic song. this is not proof read and im not proud of this so yeah.
Lights flicker over Dina's face, painting her skin blue as she talks. Music plays loudly over a stereo, making it difficult to hear. The beat pulses through your body, leaving your heart pounding and ears bursting.
“So then she says that I’m being overdramatic. And I’m like you cheated on me, the least I should do is break up with you.” She says, irritated as she retells the details from her weekend.
You try to listen to her story, truly interested and wanting to be a good friend. But you were on edge, constantly checking the door, to see if she would be here. You didn’t want to face her, never wanted to see her again, you only agreed to come to this party because Dina promised that she wasn’t going to turn up but it was like your body craved her, needed her.
“Oh, you said she wouldn’t be here,” You say when you see Ellie walk through the door. Your heart raced at the sight of her. Her hair is cut short, shaggy against the back of her neck, fringe swept to the side. A brown button-up shirt is rolled up to reveal her tattoo, the top buttons were undone. There was no need for you to find her that attractive when you were still so mad at her.
You roll your eyes when you see everyone move towards her, desperate to greet her. You look over at Dina, and she at least looks a little apologetic. She knew it was better if you never saw each other again as you would be unable to resist her.
“She wasn’t supposed to, she told Jesse she was staying in,” As much as you tried to avoid Ellie, it was difficult when your friends were also her friends. They never truly knew what happened between the two of you. You couldn’t explain it yourself. Just that one day you both couldn’t stand to be in a room with each other. Jesse always insists that you will become friends again.
You don’t think you can, not after she left you. Abandoned you for her. Cast you aside like you meant nothing to her.
But she meant something to you. She made you feel wanted and needed. Your name was the one she was moaning at night when she would stay over, and she would fall asleep in your arms, only to be gone before the sun rose.
She didn’t need you. She proved that every time she left. She just needed someone to want her, and you would never be enough for her.
The longer she ignored you, the quicker the pain turned to anger. You finally had enough of her antics and swore to never take her back again.
You watched as a girl trailed after her, following everywhere she went like a lost puppy, begging for a drop of her attention. You hated to admit that that was you a couple of months ago. That you would have done anything for her. And deep down, you still would.
-
The room swarmed with heat, and your body flushed as more people began to turn up. As the night wore on, the alcohol started to take effect. You began to lose track of time, you becoming less and less aware of your surroundings as the night progressed. You found yourself getting lost in the moment, completely forgetting about Ellie and the girl she brought with her.
You were dancing with Dina, spinning each other around to the music. Laughing when she slips, grabbing onto her to stop her from falling.
“Oh sorry,” You apologise when you knock into someone while trying to save Dina. They turn to face you, your pulse quickens when you see their face.
Their hair is tied up, curls breaking out of the hair band, framing her face. Her lips were tainted dark red, perfectly complementing her skin. She was pretty, very pretty and you deserved to have a little fun. It had been months since you were last with Ellie, and you wanted to be wanted.
“Oh no don’t worry about it,” You lean in closer to her to hear over the blaring music. Her perfume wafts over to you. It’s sweet and flowering and pulls you in. “I’m Olivia,”
You return with your name, and when a new song starts to play, she places her hands on your hips, moving both of you to the beat. You step closer to her, shoes bumping as you dance with her. She starts to lean closer to you, your lips brushing over each other. You only need to move an inch, and her lips with be on yours.
A hand grabs your wrist, pulling you away for her. Their grip is tight and unforgiving and only tightens when you try to break free. You pull your hand from their grip roughly as she slams the bathroom door behind her, locking it.
“What the hell is your problem?” You yell at Ellie, walking over to the sink and leaning against it, trying to keep the distance between the two of you.
“You shouldn’t be with her,” She says, her jaw clenching when you roll your eyes at her.
“What the fuck?” You state in disbelief. She has no right to think she can stop you from moving on. She is the one who left you. She is the reason you are moving on in the first place.
“She’s no good for you,”
“And what you are?” Her silence says enough. You both know you are too good for her, that she would never treat you right. “You don’t get to choose who I date.”
“Well, I should if that’s who you pick. You just can’t help acting like a slut for the first person who gives you the tiniest bit of attention,” She starts slowly walking towards you, and you press further into the marble, trying to escape her. You feel small under her piercing gaze. She is close enough that you can see her pupils are blown wide in lust. You know how this is going to end, and it becoming harder to deny her the closer she gets.
“Or is it my attention that you wanted?”
“You’re so full of yourself,”
“I’m right, aren’t I?” You feel her breath fan over your face as she speaks. She smirks when you don’t respond. Her lips brush over yours, and as you tilt your head, she pulls her head back slightly, making sure that your lips don’t touch. “That’s why you dressed like a whore.”
And her calling you that shouldn’t make you wet, but you can feel your arousal pool in your underwear. It makes your mind foggy, and all you can think about is her lips on yours.
You connect your lips with hers, roughly kissing her. She grabs onto your hips tight enough that she will leave bruises. Your hands wrap around her, tugging at the hair on the nape of her neck. You suck her bottom lip into your mouth, biting hard enough to taste copper.
“You fucking bitch,” Ellie pulls back. You can see blood pooling on her lip, and you grab her shirt to drag her mouth onto yours again. You lick over the cut, soothing the ache, and she moans into your mouth, giving you access to deepen the kiss. Her hand moves up to grab your tit, palming the flesh through your top. Her other hand reaches down to push up your skirt, leaving it bunched up around your waist.
“Fucking hell,” She whispers when she sees your lace panties, “You really are a slut,”
Her hand tugs on the fabric, pulling it tight against your clit, and you moan at the pressure you are finally receiving. Her hand drags your top down, making your boobs spill over the edge. She rolls your nipple between her fingers, pinching hard.
Ellie starts trailing kisses down your neck, biting the flesh and leaving behind a mark. You moan at the pain, the sting making your cunt throb.
Her hand slips under the lace of your panties, moaning at how wet you are. Her fingers graze your clit, brushing past it to dip the tip of her finger into your hole.
She pushes two fingers into you quickly, but you are wet enough that they slip in easily. Her thumb grazes over your clit, making your head spin. You are already close to the edge. It has been a while since you have felt someone else’s fingers on you.
She curls her fingers inside of you, reaching the spot that makes you see stars. The coil is tightening in the stomach so close to snapping.
She circles your clit faster, her fingers pumping in and out of you. And that’s what makes the cool snap. You moan loudly, your legs buckling beneath you, Ellie’s grip the only thing keeping you standing.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” She kisses your lips, slow and softly this time. Her hand cups your jaw, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
She lifts you up and onto the counter, before Ellie drops to her knees before you, her hands passing over your side as she kneels. She pulls your panties down, leaving them to rest on top of your thighs.
She lifts one of your legs onto her shoulder, trailing kisses down your thigh, sucking marks into the fat. Her hands push your thighs further apart before she kisses directly over your clit. You are still sensitive from your last orgasm, and you jolt backwards in pleasure. She licks a strip along your folds, swirling her tongue around the throbbing bud.
It’s almost too much, your legs close around her head, trying to push her away. But Ellie pins your legs open, and you cannot fight against her strength. She sucks your clit into her mouth, and the pleasure is blinding. You grab onto her hair, pushing her harder, making her moan into your cunt. The vibrations cause you to cum, and you can feel your juices flowing down her thighs and dripping down her chin.
Ellie stands back up, licking her lips and wiping her chin with the back of her hand. You sit for a second longer, catching your breath before it all comes back to you. The pain Ellie has caused you over these last weeks. The girl that’s probably still sitting on that sofa, waiting for Ellie to get back to her.
“I should go,” You pull up your underwear and readjusted your skirt. “You should go back to your girlfriend,”
Some things.
1. This fic is for @atomicjuniper for @aftgexchange
2. This is the first fic I've written in a very very long time and I'm not sure how I feel about it. But here it is.
3. I am procrastinating my finals to do this. Because I am dumb and procrastinated doing this. College is great.
4. I know Dan is supposed to immediately go into coaching, but I decided I wanted her to play professionally for a lil bit and then head into coaching okay. Just go with it.
5. I also have no idea how the professional exy season works and while I could probably figure it out, I'd rather just ignore facts and act like Dan is not busy. It's a fluffy fic. Let it be.
6. As I said, I wrote this in last minute procrastination. It's not proofread. It's not beta'd. I might come back in a week and completely change it. Or I won't. idk
Word Count: 1163
Summary:
“Mmmmm bed’s warm, you’re warm, outside’s cold.”
“The pizza place will also be warm,” she said as if she was truly arguing with him, as if she had any intention of leaving the bed anytime soon, as if she wasn’t also wiggling her way deeper into the covers.
“Yes, but we’d have to face the cold to get there. And get dressed. And move.”
He made very good points. Good enough, in fact, to pressure Dan into pulling out her phone to text her new teammates that something had come up, and she and Matt were regretfully not going to make it to their pizza date. Then she curled back into her very warm boyfriend and began to drift back off to sleep, cozy and content.
Dan and Matt have a lazy day, Christmas style. It's just cozy y'all.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’ve written another fanfiction! For those of you who are fans of ‘Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things’, you all know the infamous chapter 25. I was inspired, and I wrote something to soothe my own soul.
Summary: James’ relationship with the room of requirement throughout the years
A/N: This is late and kinda short and not very good and not beta’d. It’s far more James centric than Jily, and it could be way better. My only excuse is that I just moved back into my dorm and classes started and January was a trying time and I am currently dealing with a cold from Hell, but I wanted to get a piece out for you guys since this is what I signed up to do. So here it is. I’m hoping I can get back on track with February’s @jilychallenge
ao3
When James was eleven years old he stumbled upon Hogwarts’ greatest kept secret. He didn’t know that’s what he did, never would find out what the crazy room that always appeared when he needed it was, but he still considered it his greatest accomplishment.
See, James shared everything with his mates, told them every secret he knew, split up every sweet he ever bought, but this room was James’ thing, and James’ only.
(Except for Mum and Dad. He had told Dad when he found it, and since Dad knew, Mum knew.)
It appeared one day when he was thinking about how to cheer up Sirius after a nasty letter from home. He honestly had absolutely no idea what would help and had taken to pacing across an empty hallway.
“Think, James, think. You need to cheer Sirius up.”
His thoughts were a running track of nothing but You need to cheer Sirius up. You need to cheer Sirius up.
He let out an exasperated sigh and turned to head back to the common room when suddenly he noticed a door in front of him that had most certainly not been there before.
Hesitantly, he opened the door and peeked inside.
(Dad always said to explore, but be cautious. James didn’t always follow this advice, but he figured strange, magically appearing doors warranted some caution.)
The sight that he found drew him in. Surrounding the walls were millions of pictures of Sirius’ family, with a little sign in the middle that said feel free to smash. A devilish grin spread upon his face (the type that always made adults shudder or groan) and went running for his best mate.
When he reached the dorm he decided that he was going to keep his room a secret, a place for only him, and so he made sure to blind Sirius, and take the long way to his hallway.
(You could never be too careful when hiding something. He learned that one from Mum.)
He repeated his steps once again, his mantra running through his head, a bit more pep in his step this time.
He looked up on the third turn around and the door had reappeared. Grinning, he took Sirius’ hand and dragged him in.
“Viola!”
James pulled the blindfold off of Sirius’ eyes, and the gray eyes underneath shined with the promise of danger as he took in his surroundings.
(The room was definitely magic. There was always a picture frame within reach for Sirius to smash, and the shards disappeared before anyone could cut themselves on them. James didn’t really care; he had been successful)
James looked down at the map in front of him. It was glorious, a moment so triumphant he could hardly believe it was real. A perfect moving representation of the entire Hogwarts grounds. The possibilities were endless.
It wasn’t perfect. There was a blank spot on the seventh floor. And, while it wouldn’t appear blank to anyone but him, he knew that there was something missing.
He had debated internally on whether or not to tell the others about it so it could be included, but eventually, he had decided against it.
His mind had come up with a pretty compelling argument against sharing, and James found that he really didn’t want to share it.
It’s part of the charm of the room. What’s the point of a magical room if it’s mapped out for everyone to see? And besides, it’s your room, your secret haven. You don’t have to share that, give that up for some stupid map.
(Peter had told him once that the map was broken because James had disappeared off of it once. James told him he had just snuck out to get chocolate for Remus and that was the end of it.)
James wasn’t thinking, wasn’t planning anything, he was just running. He could hear the slap of shoes on tile from behind him and knew that soon there would be nowhere left to go.
He slid to the side and noticed an odd portrait of some trolls learning ballet, a painting he knew surprisingly well, and knew what to do.
Please don’t let them catch me. Please don’t let them catch me. Please don’t let them catch me.
He heard the footsteps coming closer and prayed to whatever being was up above that he wasn’t crazy, that the room would work.
A door appeared in front of him, and he bolted inside, hardly pausing to make sure the Slytherins he was running from hadn’t seen his hiding place.
He sat down and tried to catch his breath, thanking the room for working in his favor.
The room wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t some miracle cure to all of your problems. James had dealt with its flaws a few times, he knew that there were some laws governing it, and he was just ecstatic that this was not one of those times.
He looked up and saw that the room was hardly larger than a closet, with a passageway leading somewhere else right across from him. He picked himself up off the ground and trekked on ahead.
(It lead him right to the Fat Lady, and he sent the room another mental thanks.)
I need my room. I need my room. I need my room.
The unassuming door with the creaky old handle appeared and James gripped the handle like it was the only thing holding him up and threw the door open.
He flopped down in the beat up armchair that was some weird hybrid of the ones by the fire in the common room and his dad’s at home, and just let everything out.
He knew he was panicking. He didn’t know why he was panicking, but he was definitely panicking. And the concerned looks of his mates were nice, but they weren’t really helping the situation, and so he went where he always did when he needed to get away.
It became his room during second year.
He just needed to get away.
James loved people, he really did. He grew up in a large house with just two other people, but his parents’ friends were always flitting in and out, and there was always something exciting. He loved it, loved how dynamic people were.
But they exhausted him, and sometimes he needed to get away. At home he would just wander the massive grounds, or the mansion if it was too cold, and be by himself, recharge his mind.
And, he maybe could’ve done this at Hogwarts, but there were so many more people, and an awful lot of them had already taken the spots where no one else went.
So one day, when he was feeling overwhelmed and just needed to get away, he decided to see how great his room really was.
I need somewhere to be alone and think. I need somewhere to be alone and think. I need somewhere to be alone and think.
A door appeared in front of him, as it always did on this particular wall. He glanced around, his dad’s words about caution echoing in his mind, and stepped inside the familiar-yet-unfamiliar room.
It was oddly similar to the Gryffindor common room, but there were a few touches of home interspersed throughout the decor as well. It was exactly what he needed.
It was his space.
He was surprisingly not nervous until this very moment.
James Potter had gone on a decent number of dates and not completely screwed everything up. Hell, James Potter had gone on a decent number of dates with Lily and she was still willing to go on more, so he obviously wasn’t bad at planning them.
He knew this was a big deal. He hadn’t really shared his special room, his go to place with anyone. But Lily was special, and he wanted something that was inherently theirs. He had spent a large chunk of his life with places that were deemed “his,” and after seven years, he figured it was time to let his space at Hogwarts go.
He knew that this was what he wanted. He knew that Lily wouldn’t think it was too lame.
He was still nervous.
“Hey, Lils, mind if I show you something after rounds? It shouldn’t take too long.”
His voice definitely gave away how nervous he was, and Lily’s face told him that she had noticed.
“Of course. Is everything alright?”
The concern in her voice made him want to scream, but it also strengthened his resolve to share this with her. He wanted something that was theirs instead of his.
“Yeah, just excited.”
He planned for their rounds to end in the right corridor, so there was no awkward silent trek to some random hallway. (He wasn’t the best at thinking ahead, but upon the rare occasion it happened.)
He could feel Lily’s confused look as he paced, but he was not to be deterred. (He was praying the room did not have a sense of humor because he’s not sure his pride could handle it if the door didn’t show up.)
But it was there all the same, creaky old handle and all, and he pulled it open with the most care he had ever offered it before.
Lily stepped in behind him, her eyes wide with wonder in a way they hadn’t been since first year, and he thought that he had never loved her more than in that moment.
“It’s nothing special really, this particular room. It can turn into pretty much any room you need it to, but this room is mine. I found this first year when I was trying to cheer Sirius up, and I’ve been pretty dependent on it ever since. It’s been coined my room, by me at least, and no one else seems to know about it, but I figured I could share it with you. Have a place that is entirely our own. It’s not much, not a big deal, I just thought you’d think it was cool. And if not you can totally forget this interaction and never bring it up aga—”
“James, you’re rambling for no reason. It’s perfect, and I’m very happy that you wanted to share this with me. It’s incredible, a little piece of you tucked away where no one can see, and you wanted to share it with me. I just—I love you an awful lot, James Potter.”
“Well, I love you an awful lot, too, Lily Evans.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
James had spent many days and nights tucked away in his—no, their room, with Lily, and they were great. He loved their little private space more than anything, wouldn’t trade it for the world. But it was still his room, his space, first, and that meant something.
The day before they left Hogwarts for the very last time (a thought James still couldn’t wrap his head around), he and Lily had said goodbye to their room, tucking away the last secret parts of themselves within the walls of Hogwarts when they could.
And that should have been enough, really, but this room had given him so much throughout the years, and it deserved more.
So he made an addendum to the map on its own special piece of parchment, a piece that would do nothing more than track what room the place was set to. And then he made his favorite journey one last time.
I need my room. I need my room. I need my room.
He turned the creaky handle, sat down in the tired old armchair, and let out a sigh.
“Thanks for everything, room. It’s been a good seven years. Be the solace for some other kids, will ya? They’re gonna need it.”
He tucked the piece of parchment in the cushion of the chair and trudged out of the room.
It’s hard to say goodbye. It’s something James Potter has never been a fan of, and saying goodbye to Hogwarts was something he could never have prepared himself for.
But saying goodbye to his room, his space, the physical embodiment of who he was, stung far more than he could handle.
He let the door shut behind him, and pushed on forward.
There were new adventures to be had, new places to find. He didn’t need a place that was him anymore. He had Lily, he had his friends, and he was ready to take on what was coming.
Loves to hear you talk about your interests and will learn just enough to keep a conversation again but will not learn to much of the details so you will still need to explain a lot because she likes watching the way your face light up when you talk
she a very jealous girl. she watch you at parties, talking to other people laughing loudly at their joke and immediatly get jealous. she would be quiet for the rest of the night, only answering in small "mhm" when you'd get home she would roughly fuck you with her strap "do you like walking around like a slut?" and "I bet you want everyone to see you like this, bouncing on my cock like a whore"
constantly touching you. she always need to have a hand on you no matter how small. like driving in the car, she would have a hand on your leg or she would just intertwine your pinkies
she also likes drawing with ther finger in your arm. she would draw small patterns or sometimes words “Ellie did you just write pussy on my arm?”
similarly she is clingy, like super clingy. she will follow you basically anywhere just cause she wants to be with you. you have a small errand to run, she be right along side you and you always seem to get distracted when you are out with her. a 20 minute job turns into an hour journey cause she pointed out a store that looked intresting and she is usually right
gets nervous easily and is very easy to make flustered. you could just look at her and call her cute and her whole face would turn red. but you would always take the micky out of her for it but you found it so adorable
she likes to grab at the fat at your stomach and around your thighs. she loves to squish the skin there, feeling it move under her hands. especially during sex she would grab tighly onto your hips and uses the grip she had to move you up and down her thigh.
every now and then she likes to have her arm pinned down while you use her to get yourself off. you would use one hand to pin both hand above her head and the other hand would be used as support on her shoulder as you rub against her abs
If she even walked into a wall, she would definitely yells at them and blame for being in the way. if she stubbed her toe or something she'd call it a bitch and ask why the table was there. she would also yell and the tinest things, like you would lightly poke her and she act like you stabbed your nail into her
she would try and give you everything you wanted and likes the idea of providing for you. you could mention something briefly in passing and she would buy it for you a couple of weeks later. you would try and deny some of the stuff but she would not stop trying to give it to you until you give up and just take it. you would return the favour though always buying or making little things for her and she would blush everytime, even if it was just some rock you thought looked cool. she would also keep a little box with everything you ever gave her, some of the stuff dating back to before you were dating
she'd secretly love the cheesy rom come you put on. she'd complain when you pick them for movie night "another romcom seriously" and would roll her eyes. but by the end, she would be in tears when they finally get together "it just so cute" and she would be so made when the broke up and would yell at the tv
☆ “we can do whatever you want. you can fuck me in the back of your car"
synopsis: you meet ellie in a bar and have sex with her in her car. based on 'her' by chase atlantic.
wordcount: 3.6k
warnings: 18+, daddy issues, mentions of alcohol, sub!top ellie, dom!bottom reader, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (ellie!receiving) strap-on-sex (r!receiving), nipple play, tit sucking, hickeys, very little after care, little angst, ellie begging, let me know if i've missed anything
author note: okay so this if my first time writing smut so I hope it's good. i rushed the ending and there was meant ot be a scene where reader eats out ellie but i got too tired. so maybe next time. i'm not sure if there is a part 2 to this, if i think of something i'll write it. hope you like it :)
“I’m gonna get another drink. Want anything?” You asked your friend, and she waves you off, too engrossed with the man next to her. It was part of the reason you had finished your drink so quickly. The other was that you wanted to get drunk. You needed to after the week you had.
Your dad had tried to contact you, spilling some rubbish apology on why he left when you were young. And you didn’t plan to forgive him after everything he did while in your life. But that didn’t stop him from leaving you like hundred voicemails. You had no idea how he even got your number in the first place, but you couldn’t block him either. He always kept his number private, making it impossible to make the calls stop.
You weaved around the bar, swimming between the bodies. The bar was packed with people standing in each corner of the bar. The heat was suffocating, surrounding you from each angle. It was making your hair stick slightly to your neck. You ran a hand along your neck, pulling the hair from it.
You push through the crowds until you are at the front of the bar, and people knock into the back of you, pushing you against the wood. You stand on the top of your toes to try and get the bartender's attention, rocking back and forth on your heels while waiting for someone to notice you.
“What do you want?” A voice comes from your left. It’s smooth and runs along your ears like caramel.
“What?” You ask, hardly hearing your voice of the music.
“What drink do you want?” They ask again, patiently waiting for your answer.
You finally look over at them. Her hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders. She had half of it tied in a knot, small pieces falling and framing her face. Her face was littered with freckles, and you wanted to join them to see what constellations they would make. She was wearing a plaid shirt over a white wifebeater. She has the sleeves rolled up, showing off her tattoo that wrapped around her forearm. You wanted to trace the leaves with your finger.
You look back up at her face quickly, not wanting to be caught checking her out. The smirk on her lips tells you you have been caught, her green eyes scanning up and down your body.
“Tequila,” You say, staring into her eyes. You seemed to be caught in a trance, the words stuck on your tongue.
“Two tequila shots, please?” She gets the bartender's attention quickly, giving your order, and the bartender places two shot glasses in front of you as well as salt and lime.
She pushes one shot over to you, looking you in the eye while she licks the back of her hand. You can only imagine what that would feel like somewhere else. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach.
You grab a pinch of salt, sprinkling it over the wet stop on her hand. She licks her lips as she watches you lick the back of your hand. You lick the salt off the back of your hand and down the shot, feeling the liquid burn the back of your throat. You watch her throat bob as she swallows the liquid.
You can feel the alcohol warm your stomach, making the blood rush to your cheek. You can see the red colour spreading on her own cheeks as she pushes the sleeves of her shirt further up her arms.
“I’m Ellie,” She says, and you return with your name.
Whether it is the alcohol finally hitting your system or the need for something good, you nod your head toward the exit, “Wanna go somewhere cooler?”
“Yeah,” She says, slightly breathless like she is shocked by your question. As if she didn’t expect you to be that forward. You grab her hand, pulling her through the array of bodies. Her skin feels warm under your hand as her finger interlock with hers.
The cool breeze hits you immediately, blowing back your hair slightly. The sound of the overbearing music dampens the second the door shuts behind her. You feel clearer out in the air and you can finally think, your thought no longer lost in the music.
And you hate it. You came here to lose yourself for a moment, to forget everything and just breathe. You don’t let yourself dwell on it for too long cause you can feel her behind you, waiting for your next move.
You fall against the brick wall, your head tilted back, looking at the night sky. She stands next to you, your arms plastered against hers. Your hands are no longer intertwined, but she plays with the rings on your fingers, spinning them around, lightly brushing over your fingertips.
“You see thoses stars,” She points to a spot on the left and looks over to you, “The ones that kinda make a right angle.” You nod your head. You can barely see through your blurred eyes, but you can kinda see the shape she is drawing in the sky.
“That collection of stars right over there is called the coma Berenices. It’s named after a queen in Egypt. When her husband went to war, she was so desperate for him to return home. So she cut off all her hair as a sacrifice for Aphrodite.” She looks over to you to make sure you are following her story. You had been watching her the whole time. The words she was speaking blurred in the back of your mind as you stared at her side profile. Her nose just looked so perfect, and the way her lips curled as they retold this story was making it hard to focus.
Her eyes softened at the sight of you listening to her every word, waiting on her every breath. She has never had anyone listen so intently to her stories before and it makes her want to tell you a thousand more.
“Aphrodite was moved by her sacrifice and made sure that her husband returned home safely. She uses the hair to decorate the sky in a tribute to their love” She has leaned in closer to you now. Ellie's hand was now playing with both of your hands, the top of her shoes bumping against yours. And as she finishes the story, her breath fans lightly over your lips, making your own catch.
You want to reply to the story she just told, but she is so close it makes your brain stop. You can smell the strong scent of a woody cologne mixed with her natural musk, and it’s making the pool in your stomach deepen. You can see the sweat glistening off her collarbones, and you want to nibble at the skin, tasting it on your tongue.
You look back up into her eyes and you can see that she waiting. Waiting for you to answer or to kiss her, you don’t know but you decide to go for the latter. Pushing off of the wall, you connect your lips to hers.
Ellie presses them gently into yours. Her lips are soft and slightly chapped against yours. She kisses you harder, lightly biting on your bottom lip. Your mouth opens as a quiet moan slips out, and she uses this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Her tongue runs against your lip, and the kiss becomes messier as you become more desperate.
Your head falls against the brick wall, where her hand rest to protect you, as she starts trailing small pecks along your jaw. You can’t help the moan as she bites the skin along your jaw, licking it to soothe the pain. Your hips buck into her when she finds the spot along your collarbone. She pushes your hips down, pinning them again the wall. Her other hand comes up to cup your jaw, scraping your hair back.
“What do you want?” Her thumb rubs gently along the skin showing above your jeans. It sends a shiver through you as your mind goes blank for a second.
“We can do whatever you want,” You don’t want her to stop touching you but don’t want to be caught with her hands down your pants. You put your hand on her chest as you push her back. You say as you feel your head coming back up for air. You weren’t looking for a commitment right now. You just needed someone to submerge yourself in. “Just don’t go falling in love,”
“You think you that good, do you?”
“Oh, I know I am,” You start to walk away from her, only looking over your shoulder to let her lead you to her car. She smiles at your cockiness, excited at the anticipation of finding out.
You follow her over to her car. It is parked in the back of the parking lot, out of sight. Half of it is shielded by trees, and the parking space next is empty. The parking lot isn’t big, so the walk to her car is short.
Once you are there, she opens the back seat. You are starting to feel desperate for her. You want her hands back on you now. You drag her into the car with you so your back is against the seats, and she is laying on top of you. She just has enough time to shut the door before your lips are back on hers and you lose touch with the world.
This time you start to kiss down her neck, and the noises she makes are so pretty. You want to do everything to keep the noises coming. She moans when you suck roughly on the side of her neck, and the noise goes straight to your cunt, dampening the material.
You feel her hands start to rub up your thigh until she is cupping your sex over your jeans. You whine at the feeling and buck your hips when she doesn’t move. The seam of your jeans is being pushed directly into your clit, and you only want more. You continue to lift your hips, and she pushes the palm of her hand harder.
“You like that?” She asks as she sucks on the top of your breast, revealed by the low cut of your top.
You can only moan in response, the feeling of her starting to be too much and not enough, you need to feel her touch every part of your body.
She moves her hand off of your jeans and you whine, wanting to have her hand back. She tries to undo your jean button, struggling with the angle she is in.
“Need help?” You ask, slightly laughing as you watch her struggle. She only glares in response, determined to do it by herself. She finally manages to pull the button and pulls the jeans past your hips and leaves them to rest at the top of your thighs.
You push her short hair behind her ear and grab the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss. This one is bruising and rough, all tongues and teeth. It’s rushed and messy. You can’t kiss her enough, and you never want to stop feeling her lips of yours. But your head tilts back in a moan when you feel the top of her finger slip beneath the lace of your panties. She brushes her hand through the course hair and moves further down.
“Jesus,” Ellie moans, her head falling against your shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses onto the skin. Her fingers dip down and circle your hole, feeling the wetness gathering. “You’re so wet.”
She pulls her finger out and sucks them into her mouth. You feel her moan from where she is sitting against your legs. The sounds she makes after only tasting you are almost pornographic, and you want to commit the image to memory.
“God, you’re so hot,” You say, unable to stop yourself. She flushes under your words and diverts her gaze from your eyes. Your hands are pulling up her shirt and slipping beneath the band of her sports bra. You lightly squeeze the flesh, thumb running over her erect nipple. Her hips jerk against your legs at the feeling. You gently pinch her nipple, wanting to see her reaction. When she keens at your touch, you pinch harder, rolling the hard nub between your fingers.
Her own hands start to wander back down, and her fingers hook into the side of your underwear and pull them down to your jeans. She presses a finger against your clit and makes slow, small circles.
The pressure is torturous, and you moan as she lightly brushes over the bud. She runs her finger further down and teases your entrance, pushing just the tip of her middle finger into you. Your back arches as she pushes her fingers deeper into you.
The palm of her hand bumps against your clit as she curls her fingers up and strokes the rough spot along your walls. She pulls her fingers out before slowly pushing them back in, listening to the wet sound as your clench around her fingers.
“Fucking hell,” She whispers under her breath. She leans forward, pulling your top down to access your boobs. She kneads the skin under her hand and twists your nipple. You hiss at the sensation and feel the pressure in your stomach tightening as she moves her fingers faster. She adds another finger, and you moan loudly at the stretch. Each time Ellie's fingers pump in and out of you, she brushes over that spongy spot that makes your mind go blank.
You hear her moan and open your eyes to watch as she bucks her own hips along your leg. Her own jeans are rubbing against her clothed cunt. She grinds her hips as she uses her other hand to circle your clit again.
The coil in your stomach tightens as she moans in her own pleasure. You lift your own hips to feel her fingers deeper inside of you. Your vision goes white as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge. Her fingers never slow down as she helps you ride out the high. Her hips speed up their movements as she watches you moan and whimper around her fingers, clenching tightly as your juices flow down and stain the backseat of her car.
She pulls her finger out and sucks them clean before grabbing onto the back of the car seat for support. You place your hands on her hips, guiding her movement. She leans forward to catch your lips into a kiss, moaning into your mouth when she feels her own pleasure starts to overtake her. Your grip on her strengthens, and her hips begin to stutter, moving rapidly as she reaches her own orgasm.
Ellie collapses against you and places a searing kiss against your lips. She places her head against your shoulder to try and catch her breath, the thin layer of sweat making your skin feel sticky.
She mumbles something into your collarbone as you watch the condensation drip down the window while you try to reduce your beating heart.
“What?” You ask, craning your neck to try and look down at her. She pulls her head off your shoulder before she talks again.
“Let me fuck you,” She asks, cheeks flushed. Her hair is messy and you run your fingers through it to tame it before cupping her jaw and running your thumb against her cheek.
“You wanna fuck me, baby?” The name slips off your tongue before you can stop it. She seems to like it, her eyes fluttering shut under your touch.
“Yes.” She nods franticly, her blush spreading down her neck the longer you stare at her. “Yes please,”
“Beg for it,”
“What?”
“You really want it? Prove it.”
“Please,” Ellie whines, quickly dissolving to your command. Her pupils are blown wide in desire as her doe eyes look up at you. “I’ll make you feel so good. I need to make you feel good,”
She kisses your neck again, sucking marks into the skin. You don’t think it’s going to take much before you agree, but she’s just so pretty when she begs.
“Please,” She whispers one more time, “I’ll be so good,”
“Okay, baby,”
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Her apartment is small but you do really have time to look around. Her hands were groping every part of your body, squeezing hard, as she drags you into her room. Her hands work to pull your top off, breaking the heated kiss for a second before her lips are back on yours. Your hands and working on her jeans, pulling them off her legs before tossing them randomly behind you. You push her down onto the bed, taking off your own jeans before straddling her. You pull off her top, and both of you are left in your underwear.
“Can I?” She asks as her hands wrap around your back to undo the clip of your bra. She tugs at the material as she waits for your answer.
“Yes,” You whine, and she unclips your bra before throwing aside. Your nipples harden in the cold air. She takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking at the bud. You moan as she flicks her tongue.
“God, I love your tits,” She bit lightly on the skin, leaving bruises that are bound to show tomorrow.
Your hips buck onto her as you try to find some friction. Your leg slots hers and feels her dampness seeping through her boxers as she moans when you push her knee against her cunt.
You lean your head down to kiss her, moving your lips slowly against hers. Her tongue brushes lightly against your bottom lip. You ground down onto her thigh the longer you two kiss. You start to become impatient, and your arousal becomes too much to ignore.
“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” She pulls back from the kiss, panting. She can only nod, her mind foggy as she stands up to walk over to her closet. She walks back over to you, strap hanging low on her hips.
She pulls you down to the edge of the bed, pulling your underwear off in one smooth movement and spreading your legs. Your pussy glistens in the light, and she runs her thumb through your lips, spreading them apart. She bends down to lick a strip along your folds, barely brushing your clit before aligning her hips with yours.
She runs her cock up and down your folds, bumping into your clit, before she carefully pushes the tip into you. You can feel the stretch, but you are wet enough that she could just slip in. She keeps pressing forward until her hips her pushed flushed against yours. She slowly pulls outs, thrusting her hips faster the second time.
You flipped the two of you over, and her short hair spread out around her head like a halo. You placed your hand on her chest, using her to help push yourself up. You dropped down slowly, feeling every inch of her cock slid inside of your pussy. The tip of her cock brushed your spongy spot on each thrust. Her hands came to the rest of your hips, helping to guide you as your movement became rushed and shaky.
You ground your hips onto hers, pushing the harness into both of your clits deliciously. You could feel that band inside tightening again. She watches as your moans get louder, and you throw your head back in pleasure, your hair hanging down your back.
You curve forward, kissing her shoulder and biting hard as your orgasm overtakes you, the pleasure blinding your senses as your mind quietens. Ellie helps you through, lifting her own hips to meet yours, and you collapse, muscles useless in keeping you up.
As you come back to your senses, you feel Ellie’s hand rub up and down your back, coaxing you back to down. You roll onto your back, carefully sliding off her cock as you feel your cum start to dry against your thighs. You feel the bed dip next to you and look down to see her cleaning your legs with a towel.
“Are you ok?” She asks when she sees you looking.
“Yeah. God, yeah.” You say, out of breath. “You really were good,”
She smirks at your comment and comes to lie next to you. You roll your eyes when she says, told you so.
You yawn and sit up to put your clothes back on before you fall asleep on your bed. You really do want to stay, but you also want to be back in your own bed and don’t want to deal with sneaking out later.
“You don’t want to stay?” She asks as you finish buttoning up your jeans. She sat up in bed, the covers low on her hips. She looks so hot with her hair a mess, and her lips swollen red. You want to crawl under the covers with her, but you shouldn’t. You don’t plan on seeing her again and the sooner you leave, the better it will be for both of you.
“No, I really should go home,” You say in a rush, mind blank of excuses.
“Okay,”
And you leave before you can see her face, but she is disappointed. She would have loved it if you stayed, would have made breakfast the next morning and seen if you wanted to get coffee sometime. And she guesses she can’t be that disappointed. She doesn't even know you, but deep down she knows she would cut her hair off for you in a heartbeat.
was rewatching episode 7 of the last of us and was thinking about how everybody talks about rileys hair. wondering who sat there for hours doing micro braids. and as we know ellie and riley called themselves best friend (we all know that it was more than that) and they didnt really have friends outside each other. so what if ellie helped with the braids? we know ellie never really does anything to her hair, with it never really being long enough. but she good with her hands as we see with her drawings and ellie seems like a quick learner. so what if riley saw a photo of micro braids in a magazine or something and asks ellie to help with how much work it is going to be. and of course ellie agrees as she would do anything for the people she cares about and quality time with riley is a bonus. so that how they end up in their room in the qz, the only light being the moonlight and the orange street lamp they seem to have. ellie braiding the back of riley head while she works on the front, trying to work as fast as they can so they are done by morning and can get some sleep before drills. and when they finish and ellie hands are aching, knuckles cracking, she knows it was worth it with how beautiful and happy riley is when she looks in the mirror.
