Pretty Girl Avenue
"So, what do you normally do when you're here all alone?"
"Well, if I show you, I don't think you'll be leaving until the morning."
You and Ellie have been hooking up in secret for the past few weeks, and it's safe to say your arrangement is working out well for both of you. Well, until she finds the box of toys under your bed. An awkward conversation is had, and you find yourself gleefully breaking another boundary with the nerdy stoner on campus.
WORD COUNT: 4.087
CONTAINS: Fem! Reader. Black!Reader. Specific skin color is not described. Hairstyle not described, but the reader wears a bonnet/hair wrap. A bit of fluff. SMUT! Sex Toys, Oral Sex, Fingering (Reader receiving, mentions of Ellie receiving)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Remember when I originally posted Sorority!Reader...And I said it would be out within a month... And this isnt even the actual fic... But I hope y'all enjoy this regardless! Also, my friend and I had a whole debate about whether a Pink Pantheress or Megan Thee Stallion poster would be better. At first, I said it would be almost like sacrilege to bang in front of Pink but she's an ally so she would support it.
TAG LIST: @snowy-vee @babydollbruise @madsxh1022 @hyperbabes @madibookmarks (I promise the full fic is in progress yall 😭🙏🏽🫶🏽)
Over the course of the last few weeks, you'd found that one of your new favorite pastimes was making the silent and stoic Ellie Williams blush. Well, that and making a warm cup of strawberry chocolate tea with the brand new and expensive electric kettle your house mother had bought as an early Christmas present for you and your sorority sisters. But Ellie was much more entertaining and left a significantly warmer feeling in your stomach after you were done with her.
And now, you were given a golden opportunity to spend more time with her. You were planning on having a chill and uneventful night during your break, you were texing Ellie when she had told you about how she was grounded in the city because of the weather and couldn't fly home to see her father before Christmas as planned. You could detect the loneliness in her tone even though text, so on a whim you had invited her to come up to your sorority house to spend the night together.
While a part of you felt bummed that she wouldn't get to spend Christmas with her dad like you could tell she wanted, a bigger part of you was ecstatic. Pretty much all of your sorority sisters had left the house to go spend their winter breaks back at their sprawling multi-acre homes or at scattered snowy resorts in Aspen or the Swiss Alps, leaving you all alone save for only two freshmen girls and your house mother who frequently left once it got dark.
Which left you plenty of time to get up to... solitary activities. Well, solitary until Ellie came over to join you.
In the few times you've slept together in your bedroom, Ellie always made the time to get a few minutes to admire your personal space, messing with the trinkets that littered your shelves and walls. Tracing a finger along your PinkPantheress poster, twiddling with your miniature Bratz charms, commenting on how cute she found your little family of calico critters. You wouldn't admit it yet, still unsure of exactly what this was besides two people hooking up and becoming friendlier after each passionate tryst, but you liked how interested she was in the small things that made you who you were.
You didn’t like it when her curiosity led her to the box carefully hidden under your bed. To be fair she wasn't really looking for it, ending her short few minutes of exploration before the both got up to your usual activities and starting her usual trek to your bed. She had dropped her hands to lift up her sweatshirt, your eyes eager to catch that first glimpse of her freckled skin that led to her boxers when you both stilled at the sound of a thump, the sound coming from beneath your bed.
Ellie looked down, confused about why her foot had just banged into a box covered by spare blankets beneath your bed when it was unlike you to leave anything so unorganized in your room.
"What's in the box?"
"Nothing." Damn, you answered too quickly. You could tell by the quirk in her lip at your nervousness.
"Really? You, Mrs. Perfect Sorority Princess, have an empty box just sitting beneath your bed? I don't believe it. You hate mess."
"It's not a mess, it's just one box, Ellie!" You whine, feeble in your attempt to grab at her arm to try and stop her from looking inside.
"C'mon, I'm sure it can't be that bad-"
Well, it wasn't bad, per se. Ellie knew that you were, in more inappropriate terms, a little freak. She had a hunch ever since the first time you both slept together that you were hiding more under the surface when it came to your desires, and you made those desires abundantly clear with each ensuing hookup. Asking her to be rougher, to be a little more dominant, to be a little more submissive; if you asked for it, she gave it to you. Maybe it said something about her that she often caught herself waiting by the phone in anticipation for you to send her a text begging for her to do whatever dirty thing you could conjure in that pretty little brain of yours, but over these past few weeks she was starting to care less and less about dignity when it came to you.
So it more than shocked her that you seemed so flushed at her finding your box of hidden sex toys. She would've guessed that you would be eager to show this to her the first time she slept over in your room, even more eager to use them on yourself with her. Or use them on her. Jeez, she has to remind herself to focus.
"Wow."
"Ellie..." You whine, hoping that the sound of her name in your mouth would distract her enough that you could snatch the box back from her hands. Yet as soon as you reach to take it from her she jerks it back, chuckling at your feeble attempt.
"C'mon, babe, let me see what we're working with here."
She carefully observed the contents of the box, gleefully ignoring your pleads and whines as she looks over your collection of paraphernalia- a bullet vibrator, a light pink rose toy, a dildo so thick it makes her brows raise, hell, you even have one of those scissoring vibrators she spotted on twitter late one lonely night.
"Babe, this is...wow."
You groaned, dramatically tossing back and burying your head into your fluffy pillows to try and avoid humiliation. You don't look back up until you feel the familar texture of Ellie's rough hand glide up the skin on the back of your exposed thighs, the red-head sighing when you still insist on ignoring her and using her hands to flip you over by the hips until you're looking at her. Jeez, you almost forgot how strong Ellie could be when she wanted. Seriously, you needed to focus.
"Why are you so embarrassed, huh? Not like I'm surprised you have sex, think im one of the few people who know how much that you do-"
"Ugh, Els-"
"I'm serious!" She insists, pushing back a stray curl that escaped from your hair wrap. Like usual the gentle contact only adds to your nervousness, mixing with the doubt and worry about the real reason of why you were so nervous to let Ellie see your collection of toys.
Because really, Ellie was right. After your first amazing night spent together you were more than eager to show her every sexual fantasy you could come up with in your head, including some of your more indulgent dreams about Ellie watching you use your vibe on yourself while begging and pleading for just the chance to touch you, or even sharing it between the two of you while you writhed in overstimulation together.
But then, like the universe could see how badly you wanted something, it decided to immediately put doubt into your head. A random article about distaste in sex toys between couples before overhearing some of your sorority sisters whisper about how their boyfriends were turned off by the thought of their girlfriends using sex toys, insisting that their pleasure should be in 'their own hands' was enough to sow the doubt growing inside of you.
And yes, while Ellie wasn't your boyfriend, let alone someone as suspect as a traditionally masculine frat guy, she was still a sexual partner that you liked, and had made no mention of wanting to bring toys into the bedroom so far. Your mind quickly came up with multiple scenarios of Ellie dismissing your suggestion, or even worse, calling you weird and leaving you behind with only your vibrators for comfort. And yes, while those vibrators did their job incredibly well, you weren't too proud to admit that Ellie's fingers alone did a far better job than any of your toys could.
"I just... I didn't want you to...Ugh!" You groan, plopping back into your pillow and settling for covering your face with your hands to hide yourself. You sounded so silly, you thought. Now your inability to communicate a simple worry will be what drives her away instead of the toys. Who wants to have a situationshio with someone who has a tantrum every time they have a problem?
But you should've known Ellie was smarter than that. She can quickly tell that whatever your reason is for not telling her about the toys is genuinely distressing you, and she drops her teasing facade and switches into caring mode, gently rubbing her hands over your exposed thighs, trying her best not to get distracted by the smell of your sweet vanilla lotion.
"Hey, c'mon, you know you can talk to me about it, right? I'm not gonna like, make fun of you or anything."
You let your eye peek through the gap of your fingers, watching her and finding the obvious sincerity in her eyes, drifting down to her firm and lithe fingers etching invisible markings into your skin. It makes you nervous instead of embarrassed at how easy this feels with her, how you already believe her with just one sentence and want to tell her everything going on inside her head.
She notices the anxious look on your face and reaches up gently to take your hands off of your face, already able to hear how you'll complain about ruining your nightly skincare routine in the morning. Ever so gently she nudges your head up with her finger, smiling to herself once she sees your expression turn bashful at her closeness.
“You can tell me if I made you uncomfortable, y'know? I don't want to push you to do something you don't want to do.”
You feel a warmth flush throughout your body at her gentle assurance, a feeling you've grown accustomed to since you started sleeping together. It still made you dizzy just how sweet she could be to you, how her dominance and teasing could quickly turn into nurturing and patience. You wouldn't dare listen to that part of your subconscious that wanted more of it, wanted more of her.
“I'm just… I heard that some people don't like that stuff, and I got embarrassed…” You whisper, slightly cringing at how dumb the words sound once they leave your mouth. God, this was so unlike you. Embarrassed and insecure at what a girl you hadn't even known a month would think about your collection of vibrators.
Her expression is blank for the longest ten seconds of your life, your stomach dropping with every passing moment until she bends over your lap in laughter, genuinely having a fit as you hurry to try and shush her so she doesn't give away her presence in the house. You push her back and sit on her lap while one of your hands covers her mouth, her giggles still wracking her body and the vibrations traveling into yours.
“It wasn't that funny, I'm sure.”
“’M sorry, I'm sorry it's just -” She gasps under your palm, hand coming up to weakly pull at your wrist so she can speak. Once her laughs have died down you relent, taking a second to gaze at her flushed and freckled face before she explains.
“Who exactly did you hear from that most lesbians don't like vibrators?”
“Well, it wasnt from other lesbians, per se…”
She follows your gaze as your eyes drift over to the door, and it takes every last bit of strength she has to quell thr laughter building up again.
“Please don't tel me you took advice from the Princesses of Pilates.”
“Not just them! I saw an article online about-”
Your explanation is cut off when Ellie rises up on her hands to kiss you, the words dying out in your throat as you let yourself sink into the gentle press of her lips on yours. Your arms raise to wrap around her shoulders, a soft groan leaving both of you at the feel of your chests pressing into each others.
All too soon she's pulling away, a gentle trail of spit still connecting you to each other as you both watch it with lustful eyes. Her lips quirk up at the sight before ducking down to press a series of quick kisses to your lips until you're stuck giggling in her mouth.
“You can be so silly sometimes, y'know?”
You scrunch your eyebrows and squint at her before she leans down to kiss your cheeks, before moving down to your neck, your lashes fluttering at the feeling of her teeth gently nipping at your skin.
“Are you… Are you making fun of me or trying to sleep with me?”
“Don't see why I can't do both.” She laughs.
You let out a mix between a groan and a whimper as she continues her ministrations across your neck, forgoing her usual care not to leave any marks now that you can cover them up with a scarf and not be side-eyed. Her rough hands come up to palm at your chest over your frilly pajama top, cheering internally at finally getting to feel your boobs after nonchalantly looking at the imprints of your nipples through the shirt. She suddenly pinches one, eyes looking up at you as you whine at the painful sensation.
“Now, be a good girl and pick which toy you want me to use first.”
“Don't know why you were so nervous, angel,” She mumbles, her green eyes intense as she looks down at your bare body writhing beneath her touch. “Still think I'm like those douchey frat guys your sisters see?”
You whined, one of your legs jutting out and your back bending into an arch as the overwhelming pleasure grows in intensity. Your manicured fingers dig into the freckled skin of her thighs as she moves the buzzing pink vibrator higher so the vibrations are right on your clit, the stimulation making your eyes cross and letting out a high-pitched gasp that makes Ellie bite her lip to stop her own pathetic sounds from coming out.
Her lips kiss and bite at the skin of your covered shoulder, always eager to show you affection while she watches you fall apart beneath her. Her free hand trails over the soft fabric of your pajama top before reaching up and pinching your nippleq, a slight chuckle leaving her lips when she feels you arch into her hand and beg under your breath for more.
“How many times have you used this thing, huh?” She whispers, the heat of her breath tickling your ear while the vibrator continues to buzz away on your cunt, “Can see it in my head now, you biting your hand while you fuck yourself stupid on your pretty little sheets.”
“Ellie, fuck, more, need more-”
“Yeah? You want it higher? Think you can keep quiet?” She asks, smiling when you nod your head before she can even finish the question. Never the one to deny your begs, she presses the button on the device to turn the vibrations up even higher then before, immediately able to see the difference when your body starts to writhe from the overwhelming stimulation and a series of whiny moans leave your parted lips, her hand quickly coming up to your mouth to muffle them, lest the last few of your sisters still in the house hear you and come to investigate the problem.
She mourns the sound of your moans for a few seconds, letting herself briefly dream of a day when she can indulge in your body and hear every pleasured sound that leaves those pretty lips of yours. For a second, she even wishes that your sorority would find out about your… ‘relationship’, and leave you two to your own devices, giving her the freedom to sneak into your window and make you scream as often as she pleased without the fear of being thrown out and spritzed in the face with expensive perfumes.
But for now, she’ll enjoy seeing you like this - the tiny beads of sweat dripping down your panting cleavage, your legs shaking and struggling not to close, and every so often she gets the slightest glimpse of your trembling cunt beneath, able to see your slick covering the toy when it hits the light at just the right angle.
She feels her own cunt clench down as you fall apart in her arms, your body thrashing as your orgasm wrecks you completely. Indulgently she leaves the toy on you for an extra few seconds, taking pride in the way your hips twitch away from the stimulation and your hands claw at her wrist. Eventually, she relents, tossing the toy to the side to be cleaned later, before she guides your body to fall back into hers, gently adjusting your askew bonnet as you recollect yourself.
“Thank you, fuck, I needed that.” You laugh, breathless and smiling, when you look up at her over your shoulder.
Ellie smiles in return, placing a gentle kiss on your lips that you melt into. For just a few seconds, you let yourself be consumed by the overwhelming presence of just her, how it feels to be in her arms, and to have your lips on yours. You almost wish you could both stay like this forever, uncaring about the thoughts of your sorority sisters and the other students who would probably side-eye your relationship and are only worried about when you could be in her arms again.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Ellie's lithe fingers travel under your top to palm at your breasts, a hoarse moan passing through your lips as her rough fingers pinch at the sensitive peak of your nipples, her own mouth grazing over your neck and teasingly biting at the skin.
“You ‘needed’ that, huh? Bet you've been so pent up waiting for me with only your toys to get you off, yeah?” She whispers, eyes lidded while she feels nearly drunk off the pleasure of pleasing you. It only stokes that fire inside you when she gets like this, so dominant and sure of her control over you once she's dragged an orgasm out of you.
You dazedly nod at her question, eager to please and even more eager to have another orgasm. She quietly laughs at your reaction, her hand drifting back over to your toy box, previously tossed haphazardly to the side, and pulling out one of the objects that first caught her attention earlier in the night.
Your dildo - translucent pink, girthy, and a solid 7 inches that feels heavy in Ellie's hand. She holds it in her grip for a moment, gazing at the object as her brain conjures up the vision of all the past times you must have used this on yourself; how the folds of your cunt would open up to accept the pink intrusion, the push and pull of the cock showing up under the brown skin of your stomach, how your slick would drip down to the base after you had worn yourself out. She could already tell she was going to be keeping these mental images close to her for a while.
“Ellie…” Your needy whine reminds her of where she is, your hand coming up to her wrist to bring her hand holding the dildo lower until it’s hovering just over your cunt, the mushroomed tip grazing your clit and causing you to bite your lip.
“You gonna take it all for me? Huh?” She asks, dragging the toy up and down over the lips of your cunt until you really start to beg and whine for it, looking up at her with teary big brown eyes that always make her promise to herself that she'll give you whatever you want, that she'll happily do whatever you beg her for because she truly doesn't think she wants to do anything else for the rest of her life.
In one swift moment, she plunges the cock inside of you, her other hand rushing to cover your mouth when you let out a deep and satisfied moan. Your head falls back onto her shoulder, your body pliant as she starts to thrust the toy in and out of your wet heat, nearly sighing in relief when she hears the familiar sounds of your pussy stretching around the dildo.
Your muffled cries only encourage her to go faster, her wrist starting to strain with the rapid movements of her hand still tightly gripping the base of the toy while she fucks you like a woman on a mission. Her hand held over your mouth adjusts so she can stick two of her fingers inside your mouth, her own clit twitching when you bite down on her knuckles to mute yourself further.
“Els, fuck, Ellie-”
“You close?” She mumbles, able to tell what your muted moans around her fingers are trying to convey. She notices how your chest is heaving yet again, your legs struggling to stay open, before she uses her legs to lock yours apart. The increased access allows her to thrust the fake dick even deeper inside of you, bringing you even closer to the edge than you were before.
“That’s it, give it to me, baby, show me how pretty you look cumming around your pretty toy.”
And like her words commanded it you do, back arching and eyes rollingn into the back of your head as you twitch and gush around the dildo just like she wanted, her green eyes widening in delight when she sees your cum steadily coat the pink toy until it forms a milky white sheen over the plastic. She keeps thrusting it inside of you until your hand wraps around her wrist, too tired from overstimulation to bring her to a complete halt.
“Yeah? Sure you dont want another?” She teases, giving a few extra rough thrusts that make you yelp in surprise, your hand coming up to slap over your mouth. She bites her lip to stop her own laugh from escaping, carefully pulling the soaked cock from your folds, looking over the wet sheen and debating her next choice.
It was her turn to be nervous, now, as she subtly bring the tip of the dildo closer to your face; it was a frequent fantasy of hers when she strapped you for you to wrap your pretty glossed lips around the head of her dick, your big eyes looking up at her as you choked around the object, eager to please her before she did the same for you. But she knew some girls didn't enjoy going that far, so she had hesitated to ask you to do it.
But without even thinking about it you part your lips, pink tongue rolling out so the tip can rest on the wet muscle. She's sure there must be stars in her eyes as she starts to fuck your mouth with the toy, her free hand gripping your thigh to try and calm herself down. Once she's decided you've hadenpugh she stops, pulling the dildo out of your mouth and tossing it into the toy box before yanking your head around to press her lips onto yours, her own tongue bullying into your mouth to lick up any last remnants of your cum she can find.
She kisses you like that for a while, sucking on your tongue until you feel dizzy off of the feel of her before she drags her lips down and away, deciding to kiss and suck at your neck to make a few more marks.
“Y’know, I've been thinking about this - ah, fuck - this…double ended…dildo…” Your voice trails off into an airy moan as she continues to bite at your skin.
And when Ellie pulls back to look at you, her green eyes twinkling and a smile stretching over her kiss bruised lips, you dont know why you were even nervous to begin with.
