better than cake
synopsis: during thanksgiving, you had an argument with tommy. thankfully, ellie is there to make you feel better.
wc: 1,7k
cw: nsfw, dom!ellie x sub!reader, fingering + oral (r!receiving), praise, cursing, licking/sucking fingers, use of pet names (doll, baby), brief mentions of weed. 18+ mdni smut.
the room is quiet. you couldn’t even hear the muffled voices anymore — it’s like they were never there to begin with. it finally brings you the peace and relief you were looking for.
today it’s thanksgiving. it’s a day when you are supposed to be grateful and enjoy your friends and family’s company. and you tried to. tommy and maria had invited joel, ellie, jesse, dina and their parents over to your house, for lunch.
you dressed up nicely, putting on clothes that you really liked. you felt good about it. you were having a good time, even managed to sit next to ellie. she is one of your dearest friends and… well. you have a huge crush on her.
but then, it happened. tommy wanted you to stop going on patrols and he brought it up during lunch. you engaged in a heated argument with him, telling him how it wasn’t fair. you get it, he was worried about you. but there isn’t any other way of learning how to deal with the world if you don’t really experience it.
however, he said something that hurt you deeply. about how you would get yourself and others killed because of your recklessness. fighting back the tears, you excused yourself from lunch and ran upstairs, to your room.
which is where you are until now, hungry and lonely. but you needed some time alone. it frustrates you, really, how one bad decision during patrol has been taunting you for so long. you’ve learnt from it. he is your father and should have some more faith in you.
a soft knock on the door makes you snap out of your thoughts. you sigh, thinking it is tommy. “look, dad, i’m not in the mood-“
“it’s ellie.” she cuts you off. you can almost hear the smirk in her voice. it makes you wonder how much raspier it could get.
“it’s unlocked. come in”
and she does. her auburn hair, which was half tied up, is now loose. it falls prettily, in a mullet.
“you thought i was your daddy?” she teases, her smirk getting wider when you blush.
“shut up.” you laugh.
then you see it — the little plate in her hands. there’s a slice of peach cake on it. your favorite. your mom always bakes it for thanksgiving.
“did she tell you to bring it to me?” you ask, curiously.
“who? maria?” you nod and she chuckles. “no. i know you like it, so… i brought it.”
it hits you like a train. the way she says it so genuinely. like it was natural for her to do so, to know you so well. you smile. she smiles back, getting closer to where you are.
your room isn't very big — cozy and cute, some would say it suits you perfectly. it has some posters of things you like. a big, comfortable bed. a vanity that you love, some book shelves.
there were plenty of times in which you and ellie would get high there, together. it was a secret you would share. no one else knew you smoked weed and honestly? you just liked doing it with her.
she puts the plate on your lap, her hand brushing on your thigh, making you shiver. thankfully, she doesn’t feel it through the fabric of your clothes.
“since you didn’t really have anything. this is the only thing i could bring, so eat it.” she murmurs, almost shyly.
it’s cute when she does something like this to you. she always gets flustered and avoids your gaze — just like she is doing now.
“have you tried it yet?” you ask, grabbing the fork and eating a piece of the cake.
“no. you know i’m not really into sweets.” she shrugs.
the peach is so fresh that when you bite into it, the juice runs down your chin.
“careful there…” ellie says, her voice a little rougher.
when you look up at her, she is already staring at you. there’s something in her gaze, something familiar. something that makes a shiver crawl down your spine.
she leans closer, thumb brushing your chin, wiping the juice away — and then she licks it clean.
you almost gasp, but you manage to keep it together.
“i thought you weren’t into sweets?” you smirk, teasingly.
“smartass. there are a few that i really enjoy.” her lips quiver as she says that.
“you haven’t tried the cake to know if you like it or not…” you insist and she laughs.
“you are right, i haven’t. should i?” she grabs the little plate from your lap, hands lingering on your thighs for a little longer than they should.
“yeah… you might like it” it’s all you manage to say, enticed by the way she’s looking at you. like she’s hungry, or even… starved.
“there’s another way i could taste it, you know?” her voice is low as she puts the cake away. you know what she means. but you want to hear it from her.
“which way would that be, ellie?” her green eyes suddenly darken.
“why would i tell you when i can show you?” it’s all you hear before her lips crash into yours.
they move hungrily, confidently. like she thought about it before, more than once. like she knew how she wanted to kiss you. and you give the same want back to her, your lips following hers just as needy.
her hand tugs at your hair and you moan into the kiss, which seems to fuel her even more. she sits beside you, thigh brushing yours, and you swear your heart skips. then she tugs you gently, guiding you into her lap without breaking it. it’s rough and passionate, like you’ve both been keeping those feelings buried and now that they are free, the longing and desire are being poured into it without hesitation.
your fingers tangle into her hair as her tongue explores your mouth with fervour, her own hands traveling down your back and gripping your ass. you can already feel the heat pooling in your panties and it makes you wonder if she’s in the same state that you are. though when she lets out a soft whimper against your tongue, you can tell that she is.
and when her hands squeeze your ass, you gasp. you feel she smirking at the sound, as she breaks the kiss to catch her breath.
“you were right. i like it.” she teases, her forehead against yours.
you chuckle, panting. your breaths mingle and everything feels too hot. but it gets worse when she moves her kisses to your neck. you feel like you might combust at any moment.
“you could taste something else…” you murmur, voice shaky, already half-lost in the way her tongue flicks on your sensitive skin, how her teeth graze against it. nipping, then biting. marking you as hers.
“oh, yeah? is that so?”
she trails kisses down to your collarbone as you confirm, caressing her scalp. “mhm”
“what is it? use your words, doll.” she bites harder in your skin.
“els, please… eat me out.” there’s no time to be embarrassed about it, not when she’s already taking your clothes off and settling in between your legs.
“so pretty… especially when you beg.” her breath is fanning over your cunt and it almost makes you squirm in your spot.
she teases, getting closer to where you need her the most. you know she wants to hear you beg again, by the way she shoots her eyebrows up, grinning.
“please… ellie, please.” you give in.
she slides a finger through your folds, letting out an approving hum. “so wet. all for me, yeah?”
you nod eagerly “yes. all for you.”
with that, she licks a long stripe from your soaked entrance all the way to your clit. you let out a whimper, melting against her tongue. “fuck, you taste so good, baby” she purrs. you can’t take your eyes off her and neither can she. she dives into your pussy, making it impossible for you to talk while she sucks and kisses you. like this is the best meal she’s ever had. she’s too good at it, it’s unfair.
all you can do is relish the feeling of her tongue on your sensitive flesh, sucking your clit and your folds. your hands find her hair, pushing her harder into you, drawing a moan from her mouth into your cunt.
“oh, shit, els! don’t stop!” you moan out, having her right where you want her and she groans, sliding a finger inside you.
“won’t stop until you cum for me. doing so good, baby.” she coos.
your hips grind against her face and her fingers before you can even think about it, seeking your release. when she slides another finger, all that leaves your mouth are whimpers, cries and incoherent words.
“thaaaaat’s it,” she says, pussydrunk. all she can focus on is tasting and pleasuring you “use me. show me how good it feels.” everything she says makes you closer and closer to the edge. no one has ever fucked you like this before, you can’t even talk properly.
she curls her fingers, hitting that spongy spot. you can see stars as she turns you into a babble mess. “can’t talk, hm? feels that good? fucking take it.”
her tone is teasing and demanding. it makes you crazy.
“i’m-“ you clench around her and she feels it, her own thighs pressing together, unconsciously.
“i know, baby.” she cuts you off, pumping her fingers harder as she sucks your clit. “cum f’me, i got you.”
and you do. that familiar knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm washes over you. her name leaving your lips like a prayer as she rides out your high.
You're still breathless when she pulls her fingers out, leaving you clenching around nothing. before you can say anything, she sucks them clean.
“that’s much better than peach cake.” she murmurs, as she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, lingering there as your breathing slows. you laugh, light-headed and aching, as she curls up beside you.
i knooooow we are not anywhere near thanksgiving but i love the whole vibe it brings so i just had to do it! hope you like it 💘