i would love a one shot with subtop ellie who’s super needy and whiny, like constantly asking “am i doing it right?” during it 🫦
sub!ellie truthers… my blog is the blog for u
i was gonna get to requests after i finished my fic but this one was too good to ignore
wc: 2.3k
cw: smut below the cut! ellie x afab!reader, established relationship, drinking, 'mommy' is said twice sorry if you hate that, loser!ellie (my baby)
men and minors dni
Ellie’s hands are all over you the second the front door closes. “Fuck. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” She whines, pressing you against the wall in the foyer, not wasting a single second as she presses sloppy, drunken kisses down the side of your neck.
“Yeah, baby?” You tease. You’ve always been the one in charge, but she is so eager to please you tonight after a few tequila sodas.
She kisses up your neck, biting your earlobe gently. Her hot breath in your ear makes you shiver. “Let me take care of you.” She whispers, her voice deep and sultry.
Ellie whines as you pull her closer and press her hips into yours.
“You gonna take care of mommy?” You ask, teasing her. She stops her kisses on your neck, you can feel her smile against your skin.
Ellie pulls back to give you a drunken, cocky little smirk. Her cheeks are burning red from your teasing. “Yes, mommy.” She laughs before kissing your lips softly, slowly, like she has all the time in the world.
She unbuttons your top with ease as she kisses you, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it hit the floor. She pulls back from the kiss to look down at you. “Oh my god.” She groans, bringing both of her hands up to squeeze your breasts over your lace bra. “You wore this for me? So fuckin’ pretty.” She murmurs, breathlessly.
You smile at how pathetic she gets every time you undress, like she hasn’t already seen you naked a thousand times before. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You say, sternly, already missing the feeling of her lips on your skin.
“Mnh, so mean.” She jokes, bringing her lips down to your collarbone, leaving small bruised spots along your skin as she reaches to unclasp your bra. She takes a moment to pull back and quietly, drunkenly admire your bare chest. She gently rubs her fingertips over one of your nipples, watching it harden. “You’re perfect.” She whispers. You blush.
Ellie slowly sinks to her knees at the sight of you half undressed for her. Her breath catches in her throat as your legs naturally start to spread. “So beautiful.” She praises, grabbing your legs and placing a firm kiss on your inner thigh.
You run your fingers through her hair. “I like you on your knees for me.”
She leans into your touch like she’s desperate for it. “I’ll stay here as long as you want— ‘til you tell me to stop.” She says huskily, reaching up your skirt and hooking her fingers around your lacy thong, pulling it down slowly, carefully, like she’s unwrapping an expensive gift. She’s drunk and flustered and you still make her so fucking nervous.
She helps you step out of your panties, shoving them in the pocket of her pants with a smirk. Her hands slide up your skirt again, whining at the sight of you bare for her. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Don’t know what I did to deserve this.” She mumbles against your thigh, leaving soft kisses.
Your legs twitch under her touch. “Don’t leave me waiting.” You say, pressing your back harder against the wall for support.
Ellie’s hands slide up to your backside, squeezing. A whimper escapes her lips as she finally leans in to taste you. “So fuckin’ good.” She mumbles against your aching core, before dragging her tongue against you again. The pleasure of your sweet and saltiness on her tongue makes her dizzy.
You nearly double over at the feeling. “Ellie—“ you moan.
“Am I doing it right?” She asks, shyly. Her thumb replaces her tongue, rubbing soft circles against your clit as she looks up at you to speak.
“Good— keep going.” You choke out.
“Just good? I can do better than good.”
“Y-yeah. Fuck. Bedroom. Now.” You say, your eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep control, but the sight of her all needy and eager to please between your legs is making you lose composure.
Ellie stands up, still unsteady on her feet, grabbing your waist for balance. “Whatever you say, baby.” She slurs playfully, pulling you towards your bedroom. She slides her hands under your skirt again as she guides you, still drunk and stumbling but too turned on to care.
“How do you want me?” She asks, used to you being the one calling all the shots.
A smirk creeps onto your face. “You tell me. You’re in charge tonight, remember?” You tease, sliding your hands under her shirt.
Ellie shivers, flustered by your words and all the control she has. She guides you down gently onto the edge of the bed. “Want you just like this. On your back.” She stands between your legs, sliding her hands over your body possessively. She lets out a strangled sound, something between a groan and a whimper, as she looks down at you all laid out for her, only in your miniskirt and heels.
She swallows thickly, almost speechless at the sight before her. Until she finally manages to speak. “Jesus, baby. I need you to keep those on for me.”
You giggled at how visibly flustered she is. “You like?”
Ellie nods as she kneels for you again, putting your legs over her shoulders. “I love.” She says, pushing your skirt up even higher. She’s trying to play it cool but her ragged breath gives her away. She kisses up your thigh before licking a firm, long swipe against your folds.
You cry out as your back arches off the bed immediately, she yanks you back down against the bed by your thighs, her fingers dig into your skin to keep you where she wants you. She groans as her tongue circles over you. The sounds you make have her glancing up at you through her eyelashes, hungry for more.
“Fuckkk, listen to you.” She rasps, before taking your most sensitive spot between her lips, sucking lightly. You let out a long, low moan.
She starts to tease you with just the tip of her tongue. You push yourself further down, grabbing her by the hair, practically begging for more. “Don’t fucking move.” You whine, grinding yourself against her tongue.
It’s almost dizzying how fast she can go from confident to obedient again. She does exactly what you say and freezes, letting you work yourself against her tongue.
Her hands grip your thighs tighter, she wants to move so badly but she’d do anything you asked if it pleased you.
She sounds coming out of her are filthy— like she’s the one getting off on this.
“My perfect girl.” You choke out, almost at the edge of your orgasm as she lets you ride her face obediently.
The praise goes straight to her head, her muffled moans cause a vibration on your clit, causing you to finish. You pull her hair even harder as you come apart on her mouth. She takes control again, working you through it slowly, helping you ride it out.
The feeling of your thighs squeezing her head as you finish is heavenly.
“That was good?” She asks, still looking for validation from you as she pulls away, her chin is glistening with your release before she wipes it with the back of her hand.
“Perfect.” You say, breathlessly. “C’mere.” You reach your arms out to her as she climbs over you on the bed, straddling you. She leans down to kiss you again, her tongue slides into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. She can’t help but grind against you, needy for any kind of friction.
You loosen her tie before unbuttoning her shirt. Her chest rises and falls quickly beneath your touch. She sits back up to remove her shirt, tossing it aside.
“Keep the tie.” You smirk, pulling her closer by it. You can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach again as she looks down at you with those swollen lips and hungry eyes.
“Still wanna take care of you.” She mumbles in your ear, still rolling her hips against yours to show you how worked up she is.
“I like you like this.” You whine, rolling your hips along with hers, increasing the pressure.
Ellie lets out a ragged laugh. “Fuck.” She breathes into your mouth before placing one soft, shaky kiss. “You like me like this?” She asks, still drunkenly grinding against you, seeking her own pleasure. “You like me desperate? Then keep me like this.” She whispers.
She’s still drunk, but the way she moves proves how much she loves this. Loves you. Loves watching you get off by taking what you want from her.
“Want you to fuck me.” You whisper.
Your words make Ellie shiver. “Yeah.” Her voice is rough. “Anything you want.” She says, slowly climbing off you to grab the toy. “Just tell me and I’ll do it.”
Ellie takes her time removing the rest of her clothes, besides the tie, of course. She’s still distracted by your heavy stare as you’re lying there looking like a fucking supermodel.
She climbs back on the bed slowly, like she has to think about not stumbling. She kneels on the bed, tightening the harness around her thighs. The sight of her has you clenching around nothing. “Tell me how you want it.” She whispers, lubing the strap.
You back up against the pillows, spreading your legs for her. “Like this.”
“Yeah?” She says, crawling over to you.
“Wanna see your face as you fuck me.” You tease. Her cheeks immediately turn pink.
Ellie positions herself between your legs, lining up the tip of the strap at your entrance.
“Want you so bad.” You mumble, getting desperate and impatient as she takes her time.
“You have all of me, baby. You ready?” She asks.
When you nod she starts to slide the tip in. She moves slow and carefully, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“Mhm.” You moan, taking more of her length.
Ellie groans as she pushes in slowly, her hands squeeze your hips, lifting them so she can get in deeper. “So tight, feels good?” She asks. “Can I keep going?”
You gasp at the fullness. “Don’t stop— please—“ you whine, throwing your head back onto the pillows.
Ellie’s skin is burning at the sight of you and the sweet sounds you make. She lets out a soft whine as she fills you completely. She starts moving in and out, slowly, carefully. She presses another kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your nose, anywhere but your lips, knowing she’d get too lost and too distracted in it.
She brings her hands up above your head for more control, moving deeper— faster. The control overwhelms her, she buries her face in the crook of your neck, almost embarrassed, until you start moaning louder, and she knows she’s doing something right. “Fucckkkk.” She mumbles into your skin.
“Look at me.” You demand, sensing her getting shy on you.
Your soft, demanding tone has her head snapping up at your order. Her face is pink and blushed, her eyes are dilated and she’s totally fucking gone for you. “Yes?”
“Look at me when you fuck me.” Your words are a command. There’s nothing soft about them, Ellie always does what she’s told.
Her gaze is hungry as she keeps her pace steady, although the pleasure in your expression has her completely wrecked already. “Look at you, so beautiful.” She whines, slamming her hips into yours. “I need you. I need— need you.” Her thrusts are getting more aggressive as she gets more desperate for the friction of the strap on her clit.
You reach up and grab her hips firmly. You guide her movements to be even harder, even faster. Her thighs tremble as she tries to keep up with the pace you’re setting. “F—fuck.” She cries out, getting way too worked up at the sight of you using her for your pleasure. “Baby— I—“
She can’t even think straight, she just lets you take what you need while desperately trying not to fall apart.
You’re so close. It’s written all over your face. She knows that look.
“I’m gonna—“ you start, dropping a hand from her hip and bringing it to your clit.
“Fuckkkk— yes baby. Let me watch you touch yourself.” She moans, still pounding into you.
“Fuck, baby— I’m gonna—“ You try to speak but the build up of heat in your core is overwhelming. You cry out loudly— too loud. You inhale sharply as your orgasm takes over, your entire body shakes and stiffens with pleasure before relaxing again.
Ellie is still inside you, moving slowly now, touching you like you’re something fragile. “You’re perfect.” She whispers, kissing your collarbone sweetly. She sits up and pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Was I good?”
You smile. “Of course. You’re always good for me.” You say, putting a hand between your legs, getting your fingers wet.
Ellie knows the routine by now. She lays her head on your lap like the obedient girl she is, her lips part as you bring your fingers to her mouth, pushing in slowly. Her eyes flutter closed, she moans at the taste of your release against her tongue.
She sucks on your fingers as you move them in and out of her sweet little mouth.
“That’s my good girl.” You praise her as you pull your fingers out, kissing her forehead. “Always so fuckin’ good for me. You’re so beautiful.” You murmur, admiring her.
“Anything for you.” She blushes.
notes: requests are open! feedback is always appreciated xx
