1-800-BEMYBABY: JEALOUS TYPE
synopsis: A couple nudes?? ok whatever, just don’t go sleeping over or whatever.
warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, switch!ellie, switch!reader (can i even call it that?), cunnilingus (the girls are starving), smoking weed, fingering, sex while under the influence, teasing, titplay (boobies!!!), makeouts.
wc: 3k!!!
You didn’t think you’d be back at Benny’s for a while, but when your girls set up a night out on the town you couldn’t flake on them – they were always there at your beck and call. So here you sat in the club again, wearing a skin tight dress, red bottom pumps and your small hand bag to match.
You wouldn’t lie, you were bored. You had no interest in walking to anyone in the club nor being talked to by anyone you didn’t already know. “You ok babe? You seem to be off the planet.” Nina joked, you gave her a weak smile before looking around the room of people dancing.
“Yeah just- rather be home right now.” You played with your purse handles, she placed a hand on your shoulder trying to console you somehow. “C’mon, you haven’t been out since your breakup. You haven’t had any fun since then, maybe you could find someone to distract you?”
Her words struck you like lightning almost, you hadn’t told them about the girl you’d been texting the past few weeks — sexting for sure — you just stopped talking to everyone else to keep your attention on her.
You’d become a bit of a hermit.
“I don’t need to.” You muttered, you tried to shrug off what she’d said but Nina wouldn’t let that slide. “Oh what? Super cool bar girl you met a few months ago keeping you busy?” She asked jokingly, but when you bit the inside of your cheek and gave her a little look of embarrassment she came to a quick conclusion.
“Oh. My. God. You’re still talking to her?” She boasted, giving your shoulder a light shove. “Hey, shh, not so loud!”
“Bitch, we’re in the fucking club?” Nina had decided to call you an uber back to yours, seeing as you were both bored of Benny’s. On the way there, you showed her some of your earlier texts between you and your new found headache — a good headache of course!
“Seven back to back text messages? No, no, no, she’s pussy whipped!” The two of you sat on your couch while you had ‘Money Heist’ playing in the background. “You could say that.” You smiled, biting your finger nails.
“Ew, you’re such a sap!” She playfully shoved you before giving your phone back, you fell back into the cousins, staring at the text she’d sent you earlier.
You
I’m heading out now, ttyl
Els
Yeah, sure.
Els
Be safe, k?
The text felt oddly detached, like she was upset about you going out. You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but it did make you feel uneasy.
You
Back home now
You
Having a sleepover with Nina
You chewed on the inside of your lip, waiting to see if she’d respond “God you’re pussy whipped too!” Nina groaned.
“I am not!”
-
The next morning you woke up to radio silence, Ellie hadn’t texted you back. It was a possibility that she was just busy, at work probably which speaking of, you were about to be late for your morning shift.
“Shit!”
Leaving Nina at yours, you quickly got yourself ready and headed out the door. The day was slow, maybe it was because your favourite loser still hadn’t answered your text, or because you were working a midday shift on a Sunday.
“Fuck me.” You whispered, standing behind the counter you rested your elbow on the wooden material, resting your head in the palm of your hand.
The day was filled with pumpkin spice, lady fingers and nerves — what a dish — the end of your shift felt like years away, but once it came time for you to leave, you didn’t hesitate. Checking your phone, nothing, no string of random texts. Just emails.
You pouted all the way home, like a puppy left on the side of the road. You knew better than to act so clingy, but she could at least text you if she was busy? You were so distracted by mini heartbreak you’d forgotten Nina was still at your house.
“There she is!” It didn’t take long for her to notice your downer demeanour. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Like that, the words came spewing out along with a few tears. Nina spent the evening trying to distract you which worked until you checked your phone, still, no answer.
The two of you fell asleep in the living room binging Brooklyn-Nine-Nine, you woke up to an episode still playing. Nina was passed out on the couch next to you, you picked up your phone to check the time.
The screen lighting up, the time reading:
2:36AM
Els
Imy
13 messages, 3 images
You looked over at Nina who was still sleeping, biting your bottom lip while contemplating answering. You knew you should’ve been stronger than this, leave her on delivered for a day or two before answering — but your curiosity got the better of you.
Els
Hey, sorry I haven’t texted u, been busy the past few days.
Yesterday 11:48PM
Els
Just got off work, gonna smoke, if you don’t mind?
Yesterday 11:59PM
Els
1 bong rip later, feeling high, but I could be higher?
Today 12:11AM
Els
Ts was fucking amazingggggg
Els
M’gonna take recs from Jesse more often
Els
Am I talking too much?
Els
U like when I talk?
Els
I like when u talk, ur so cute.
Els
was so upset when you went back to Benny’s
Els
jealous even?
Els
looked at the stuff you sent me again, couldn’t help myself.
Els
I never sent back, fuck.
Els
Wait,
Before you could get a good look at the photos she sent you, the sound of Nina shuffling caused you to shut your phone off and toss it away. “Mister clean?” She mumbled in her sleep, you let out a relieved sigh as thoughts flooded your head.
She was jealous of you going out?
-
Morning rolled around, Nina decided it was best for her to go home, wishing you a smooth recovery; Little did she know your heart was already mended. Once she left you texted the girl back, she’d messaged you that same morning apologizing for sending unsolicited nudes.
You told her it was fine, that you didn’t look at them anyways which made her a bit sad.
Els
but I wanted you too :(
You
How about the real thing?
You didn’t know where the question came from, but you weren’t complaining — maybe you were going somewhere with this?
Els
whut 0_0?
You snickered at her emoji, it was so cute and stupid.
You
lolll, I mean I’ll come over
You
u can smoke us up!
You
nd maybe we can show each other our boobs?
She was not willing to pass that up, sending you a string of texts telling you she’d start preparing for your arrival.
You’d go for the weekend, unfortunately it was only Monday. You’d spend the rest of the day doing house chores, dancing around the house and messaging Nina about the whole thing.
Tuesday you had an early shift, once you got home you FaceTimed the girl. Simple chatting, but a few innuendos later and somehow you ended up two fingers deep in your own cunt in front of the camera — how she got you like this? You never knew, but what you did know what that her voice was like velvet on the ears.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but your pussy is so pretty.”
Wednesday you woke up near twelve, remembering the night before you felt a bit embarrassed but not for long. Ellie sent you a string of texts after you passed out, telling you how good you did — for her.
Els
weekend cum sooner.
You
is that like a cryptic double meaning thing?
Els
only if you want it to be.
Thursday you had a midday shift, you snuck your phone into your back pocket, messaging your loser girl whenever you were in the clear; cracking jokes back and forth to keep yourself entertained. That evening when you got home you blasted music while packing a weekend bag, stuffing the bag full with all your cute clothes — and special thongs.
Friday finally rolled around, you had another midday shift though luckily one of your coworkers came in earlier due to someone calling out sick. That gave you the chance to leave early and you took it, the overnight bag you packed slung over your shoulder as you quickly headed out.
The door swung open and there she stood, she gave you a nervous smile. “You buzzed in and remembered, knew you’d be out here by now.” She shrugged. You could tell from her hair and clothes that she’d probably been home all day, in and out of sleep.
“Yeah, sorry, just- hi!” She ushered you inside, taking your bag to her room. You looked around her place, there were small ferns in little places, like the one tattooed on her arm.
Her coffee table was decorated with the essentials, weed and everything to roll it. The place was cozy, definitely had more life than yours did — hell she had a box filled with vinyls and a popcorn Machine!
“You like it?” She asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Your eyes ran over everything, it was all so perfectly and purposefully placed. “It’s so cool!” You smiled.
She told you about the vinyls, saying she started collecting them when her dad. Now whenever she visits a music store she finds vinyl’s from some of his favourite bands, and some from hers too.
The two of you ended up doing a lot more talking than you thought, in all honesty you were ready for it to be complete silence. This was better, you both cracked jokes and told stories — Ellie decided to order you guys some takeout which would take a while to get to her place.
“Something about their generator shutting off mid call? I dunno man, they said they’d be here like, ten thirty-ish?” She shrugged.
“Ellie, it’s only eight?” You said, you’d gotten comfortable on her pleather couch. The seats were beanbag like, making it so much easier to get comfortable. “Shit.” She sighed, it took her a second to think but she quickly came up with a conclusion.
“Oh! That gives us time-” Ellie picked up her bong and took a seat next to you. “God, you're so smart!” You boasted, sitting up, shoulder to shoulder with her. “Fucking Einstein!” She joked.
You watched her pack the bowl, feeling a bit antsy at the thought of what possibly could come next. “Pretty lady goes first.” She smiled, handing you the bong. “Oh, how sweet of you.” Whatever weed she’d bought was perfect, smooth and a good high, nothing over the top yet nothing too underwhelming. A perfect middle ground. Ellie turned the tv on, throwing on something you wouldn’t remember later.
The both of you were high as hell, giggling at nothing in particular — just enjoying a really good high. “Wow, this is some good shit.” You grinned, she gave you a smile back, the two of you slowly moving closer to each other without realizing. “Yeah. A coworker said it was good for sex.”
“Oh, that’s what this is? You little freak?” You giggled, giving her a playful shove. “Me? M’not the one with a mirror on my ceiling.” She stretched out, slouching back into the couch and resting her arms behind her head. “So?” You rolled your eyes, moving closer to her.
“You brought me over here to see my boobs!” Your faces now inches apart, you could feel her warm breath hit your skin. “You offered, how could I say no?”
You moved to straddle her lap, her hands instinctively moving to rest on your thighs. “Still wanna see ‘em?” You whispered, there was no smile this time — instead she pursed her lips together before nodding.
Thankfully for you, you decided not to wear a bra that day, your top doing you much justice. The small bounce in your breast made Ellie’s butterflies disperse in her stomach, she stared at you in awe.
“Like ‘em?” You asked lowly, she nodded. “Can I?” Once you gave her the green light, she didn’t hesitate. One hand cupping your boob, giving your nipple a light squeeze and twist, the other on the back of your neck to pull you into her.
The taste of weed and cherry chapstick filled your senses, cliche if anything. You slowly rocked your hips into her lap, tongues fighting against each other. You could feel your face getting warm, she had you all hot and bothered and the good part hadn’t even started yet.
She pulled away, taking off her grey hoodie and discarding it off to the side, leaving her in her sweats and sports bra. She moved swiftly, wrapping a hand around your waist and flipping the two of you over “Wow, you’re so strong!” She held back a laugh, the both of you higher than clouds.
“You wanna know a secret?” You asked, staring at her through your low eyes as she now kneeled before you. “I think I’m like, the wettest I’ve ever been right now.” You let out an airy laugh, Ellie had a huge grin on her face. “You’re serious?” She rasped.
“Dunno,” You shrugged playfully. “Come find out.” And oh boy did she, her lips smashing back into yours — your fingers now tangled in her short hair. She helped you slide your bottoms off, running her fingers along your clothed core, sending shivers down your spine.
“Holy shit,” She gasped, you weren’t lying, your slick had damped through your underwear causing it to stick to the skin of your cunt. “Els,” you whined, head rolling back onto the couch.
“I’m right here princess, M’gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” She whispered, gently stroking you through your panties. “Oh my god.” You whimpered, lifting your head to stare at her, jaw hung slack.
Your legs spread as far as they could go and your hands balled into fists as you gripped the couch material, you were sure there’d be claw marks in it tomorrow. Ellie picked up her pace, the circles becoming more frequent making your back arch off the couch.
“Like that?” She asked, a smug smile across her face — she never let down, your noises only egging her on more. “Fuck you.” You argued breathlessly.
She didn’t bother to entertain, you were already pretty well gone then you felt her warm mouth on your pussy. It was pure desperation, she hadn’t even bothered to take your underwear off. You bucked your hips, trying to keep up with her — your stomach tightening as your climax built; a familiar feeling, but tonight it just felt so intense.
“Oh my god- Els, I’m-” There was a heavy knock at the front door, the both of you snapping out of your little session. “Shit, the takeout!” Ellie scurried to get herself together before getting the door.
She returned holding a plastic bag with containers “Dinners ready!” You sat with your knees to your chest, hair almost in the shape of a bird's nest and very discombobulated. “Oh jheez,” She put the bag down on the coffee table, taking a seat next to you.
“Here, let me-” She ran her fingers through your hair, trying to help clean you up. “Let’s freshen you up, yeah?” You nodded, trying your hardest not to laugh.
The two of you ended up showering together, this time with no interruptions she went to town. The room filled with steam from the hot water and the sweet sound of your moans that sounded like they were straight out of a porno, where the hell did this girl come from?
She offered you clothes, the two of you ate and decided to just simply lay in her bed. Her room had a lot of stuff, astronaut posters, a couple books on Paleontology and a small model of the solar system.
“So you just have shitty puns memorized? For no reason?” You asked, laying on your stomach next to the girl. The room was lit by the lamp on her bedside table, the lamp shade was a pretty color of green, fitting the room perfectly. “Hey, they’re fucking hilarious! Thank you very much.” She sassed, sitting up on her elbows to prove a point somehow.
“Oh fuck off, you wish they were funny.” She scoffed.
“I think I’ve just been stabbed a hundred times.” She flopped back with a hand over her chest, pretending to be hurt. You crawled up the bed, now hovering over her placing your hand over hers. “Actually I’d prefer to eat you alive.” You whispered, trailing your hand down her abdomen.
“No one’s stopping you.” She hummed, you leaned into her — this kiss you’d shared this time was gentler, soft but still needy. Your hand now tucked below the band of her sweats and boxers, she let out a quiet but sharp gasp when you ran your fingers over that pretty little bundle of nerves.
You didn’t stop there, trailing down to her already pretty wet hole. “Shit, really? Oh my god.” You giggled, she blushed a bright red before covering her face — before she could argue you slip one finger into her.
You switched looking between her face contorting in pleasure and focusing on your movements between her legs. “C’mon baby, give me something good.” You whispered, her panting matched the pace you’d set — in sync with each thrust of your fingers.
You slipped in another digit, she let out a long guttural whine — had you just as soaked but she was your focus right now — you brushed against that special spot, she held onto your shoulder her short nails slightly digging into your skin. “You can do it baby, just one mess f’me.” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth.
Using her free hand she gently turned your head towards her, kissing you with much need. She let out a heavy breath followed by a long whimper as you felt her tighten around your fingers. You kept them moving but slowly, helping her ride out the high she was slowly coming down from.
“I think I just saw Jesus.”
a/n: a thicker one for you girlies, anyways,sem 1 coming to close pretty fast but can’t get too comfy! Still working on stuff for you my loves dw I will be as active as possible! In the meantime time, enjoy a lil jokey joke:
tags: @elsdolly
No one:
Reader on Ellie’s couch while she ran to get the door: