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Sunday Morning

You always assumed your crush was untouchable. She was always so close but so far away until one night you both got a little too loose and found yourself somewhere you'd never expect.

Pairing: College au! Ellie x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI!! it’s dirty. Fluffy (like so much fluff. Tooth rotting.) Fingering, receiving oral, praise, begging, Intoxicated sex, overstim. Oh this is actually pretty tame now that I typed it out.

Word count: 6.7k hehe

A/n: THIS SHITTTTT!!!!! I swear I passed out multiple times while writing thing. The smut. The fluff. ITS JUST. GOD. I’ve been working on this one for like over a month and it’s my favorite thing ever. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did bc WEW

Also this isn't proof read sorry i was just really excited to show y'all this

“Fuck, You're so beautiful.”

It felt like it was impossible to catch your breath. Ellie was kissing you. Her hands were all over you, fingers grazing every inch of your body. She was in your ear whispering sweet nothings to you. Your hands moved to lift her shirt up, to which she gladly assisted with. Her skin was hot and sticky, not that you could blame her because you felt like yours was on fire. Likely caused by the alcohol strumming through both of your systems.

Just a half hour ago you were at a party, chugging liquid courage since Ellie decided to show her face. You wouldn’t say you two were friends but you had a couple classes together, so you knew each other. You studied together before. You grabbed food together once. She walked you back to your dorm one time- well twice. But you wouldn’t say you were friends.

But you certainly had a crush.

And right now your crush was hovering over you. Leaning down to press her lips into yours. Swiping your bottom lip with her tongue to ask for permission. The short, sweet moan that drew from her mouth as your tongues pressed together. Strands of short brown hair that hung over her shoulder brushed your cheek when she lifted herself. Green eyes that seemed to almost sparkle every time she pulled back to fully look at you in between kisses. You were mesmerized by it all. So fucking mesmerized.

“Is this okay?” She asked and you could only focus on how flushed her lips were and it was so fucking attractive. Or the way her breath danced over your skin because she was just that close. “It's more than okay.” You weren't sure if your words slurred together because you were drunk and the high Ellie put you in didn't make things any clearer. She smiled her cute little lopsided grin that she always does and your heart did backflips.

“Why are you laughing?” Ellie’s brows pinched and her smile widened a bit as she watched you giggle to yourself.

“I just- I can’t believe this is happening right now.” Liquid courage was doing its thing apparently because you didn't even realize you were even laughing, let alone saying what's so funny. You let your hands brush over her cheek like she was a work of art, so delicately crafted to perfection. That's what Ellie was to you. Perfection. Something you wanted to touch and taste for so long, to finally have it in your hands. Devouring the very thing you craved.

“What?” She let out a small breathless giggle.

“Nothing.” You replied, pulling her face back down to yours to let your lips connect yet again, sloppy but it did the job. Her hand cupped your breast and your back arched into her touch, gasping into her mouth. There was a passing thought about how you were definitely drunk because you didn't even realize you two were naked, heat of the moment you guessed. Not that any of that mattered. The thought was drowned by the others of how good it felt that Ellie was touching you.

While you were so wrapped up in your hazy mind, Ellie had made her way down to your breasts. Her wet mouth cupped your nipple, completely drawing you from your mind with a moan. “Oh my god” You mumbled, shivers running up your spine. Her mouth and hands on you drove you insane. You jumped as soon as her fingers pinched your other nipple, letting your head fly back into the comforter.

Intoxicated was the only way you could describe it. Pleasure strummed to your core, wetness building between your thighs as Ellie’s tongue rolled over your nipple again. Your breath was heavy and it felt like the whole room was spinning as you gasped into your hand.

“Lemme hear you.” Ellie slurred, lifting herself to move your hand from your mouth. “I wanna hear those pretty moans. Can you do that for me?” Her voice quite literally turned you into putty. So warm. So lustful. So eager. You nodded, not trusting your own voice and knowing you'd squeak out ‘Yes’.

“Good girl,” She pinched and pulled again, drawing a low moan from your lips. “Just like that.” But you couldn't take it anymore. “Ellie,” You whined, grabbing her free hand and guiding it down between your legs, “I need you.” The words desperately flew out your mouth. You were practically begging for her fingers to be inside you. Her cheeks flushed and she sat there for a second, eyes flickering over your features.

“Fuck,” She groaned and for a second you thought she was annoyed with you. “You have no idea what you do to me.” She leaned down quickly, smashing your lips together as her finger brushed your slit. The kiss was heated and rough, your teeth clinked together as your lips slipped. The moment Ellie's finger pressed down on your clit you swore you saw stars.

“Please, Ellie- more.” You begged, she was moving far too slow for your liking. She didn't have to be told twice. “Jesus, you're so wet.” Her fingers ran up your lips, spreading them apart and feeling how desperate she made you. “All this for me?” She pushed them inside easily and your fingers curled into her toned biceps. Your walls clenched around her as she started to pull out, then push back in and your moans filled the air.

If your eyes weren’t screwed shut you would have noticed Ellie was now down between your legs. Her wet lips kissing and sucking your inner thighs and you bit back a moan. “Ellie,” you huffed, barely above a whisper but she heard it loud and clear. Her lips finally met your slit, kissing around it delicately as she continued to thrust into you. She wasn’t rough with this. The way she slowed down and really savored this part made you think. If she did this to everyone- no wonder she had girls lined up for her. Because if you weren’t already in love with the girl, you were now.

You shuddered as her hot tongue licked up your clit and your hand found its way to her hair. A whine bubbled from your throat and her lips closed around your sensitive bud, sucking and moaning with you. Her fingers concentrated again, specifically right after your entrance , thrusting in and out with a purpose. You propped yourself up on your elbows because you really watch her eat you out, more than anything in the world. And you were not disappointed.

Her brows were pinched, sweat making her hair stick to her skin. Cheeks flushed, almost drowning her pretty freckles littering her bridge. Her eyes snapped up to yours, piercing gaze that made you feel like you were caught exactly where she wanted you. Her fingers pushed into you more, curling to make a ‘C’ as she pulled back out and your hips jerked into her mouth. Your fingers raked her scalp as you pulled, other hand fisting the sheets. Wet sounds filled the air along with your lewd moans and her soft grunts.

It felt like an orchestra’s build up to the crescendo, steadily gaining intensity. “Jesus- fuck El,” You slurred, pleasure making you forget that you were even talking. Ellie lifted herself from you just for a moment so she could speak without you bucking your hips into her jaw. “I know baby, I know.” It was something about the way her voice made your heart skip a beat along with her fingers hitting spots you didn't even know existed. Your eyes screwed shut again, mouth hanging low as your moans became loud, and quick. Her fingers slipped out of you and before you could even open your eyes again her warm, wet tongue dipped in your entrance.

You moaned something along the lines of ‘FuckElliedontstop’ that hopefully wasn't incoherent enough for her to understand and you needed her to understand. The coil in your gut pulled as her other hand swiped your clit. The sensation was too much for you to handle, you were seeing the damn moon at this point, fuck the stars. It was so intense. So loud. So good. God it felt so good. Her other hand kept your thighs apart and you didn't even notice you were closing her poor head in between them.

Your legs trembled and toes curled and you listened to the sounds in the room. The wet noises, Ellie grunting after she swallowed around your walls, your heavy breathing. One of her hands flew up to grab at your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. It was all too much. Too intense. “I can't,” You cried, screwing your eyes shut as she continued to lap at your clit. “El, Im gonna cum”

“Not yet, baby.” She kissed around your slit for a moment before looking up at you. “A little longer, I know you can do it.” Her fingers thrusted into you, her eyes locked with yours and your jaw dropped. You whined, watching your boobs bounce with every thrust she did. “I can't,” You repeated because that's all you could do. Your brain was fried at this point, overrun with pleasure. Ellie returned to your clit, sucking harshly as her tongue swiped side to side. You moaned, whined, cried, and begged- anything you could do- it was all too much. The crescendo was coming, you heard it. The build up. The anticipation. The craving.

“I can't,” You whined again knowing your words were falling on deaf ears. Ellie only hummed against you, sending vibrations up your spine again. You never imagined someone could have you so… desperate.

“Ellie please.”

“Cum for me Y/n” She purred, warm breath dancing over your clit before diving back in. It was so loud, so demanding, so clear. This was it. The anticipation was killing you. You wanted to cum into her mouth so bad it made you dizzy honestly. Your hips jerked again as her fingers thrusted into you and she circled your clit with her tongue.

You imagined the orchestra finally reaching the crescendo, pleasure overwhelming you as you came. It was almost poetic. Your legs closed as you clenched around her fingers, letting out a strangled moan. It was amazing. All you could have possibly asked for and more. You trembled as she continued to lick you clean of all your juices before lifting herself to admire you. “That's my girl.” She purred but you couldn't even concentrate. The feeling of sleep overcrowding your senses right after you finished. Your eyes drifted closed as your orgasm induced high clouded your mind. Ellie’s hands pushed back your hair so she could see your face. “You did so good for me. I love you so much.” You only opened your tired eyes to see her hovering over you, chin sleek with your cum.

“El,” You trailed off breathlessly. Not only was that the best climax of your life but you were also pretty drunk and sleep was desperately needed. “Are you falling asleep on me?” She chuckled. You only hummed in response as you let your fatigue win.

You groaned as you finally stirred awake. Immediately noting the body underneath that moved you with every rise and fall of their chest. You rubbed at your eyes, expecting to wipe off last night's makeup but you were pleasantly surprised to feel nothing but clean skin. “You finally up?” That same smooth, husky voice that you dreamed of graced your ears and you mentally cheered. You wiped at your eyes some more to clear your blurry vision as you lifted yourself to fully see what the hell was going on.

Ellie laid there, white sports bra on and you saw the red print of your body pressed against hers on her stomach. Her hand held her phone, some social media app pulled up and you figured she was mindlessly scrolling waiting for you to wake up. Her hair was down, sprawled out over the soft gray pillows. She watched you wipe your eyes again, trying to cover your utter disbelief. And you wiped again. And again.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” You muttered as you rolled off the bed. The room wasn’t spinning like you anticipated, which was good but… why wasn't it? You stared at your disheaved frame in the mirror, or at least what you expected to be disheaved but it wasn't. You were put together like you got prepared for bed last night. You wore one of Ellie’s oversized shirts and it was only then that you remembered getting up, per her command.

Did she get you ready for bed last night?

You ran your hands down your face, recalling everything up to you falling asleep after she gave you the best head you've ever received. Your nose wrinkled as you thought back on it. Didn't she say I love you? No, surely you were mistaken. There was no way she said that but you remember it so clearly. It wasn't something you could just forget. Even if she did, it was probably a heat of the moment kinda thing. People say that to eachother while having sex right? But you guys werent just people having sex, that was a one night hook up kinda sex.

Fuck.

You pushed the door open to return back to bed because none of that mattered right now. Ellie smiled as she opened her arm out, welcoming you to her warm embrace. That's right. Right now you were gonna milk this one night stand and get every last drop she was willing to give you. “Still tired?” God, her morning voice was gonna you wrapped around her finger. Her arm draped over your waist as your head rested on her chest again.

“A little. I just wanna stay here a little bit longer.” You whispered, melting into her embrace and you watched her continue to scroll on her phone. This was nice. This was amazing actually. This was the best thing that could ever happen to you and you prayed that she'd still be here when you woke up. Because this literally felt like a dream. You never suspected in your wildest dreams that you'd be cuddled up in bed with your crush after hooking up with them the night before. And there was the weirdest sensation of home around her. Wrapped up in her arms as you drifted back to sleep, you felt so at peace. The way you could hear her heartbeat banging in her chest. Or the way your breathing slowly synced up with hers as you laid there together.

Her fingers ran through your hair and you could have cried from joy in that moment. The moment on the edge of sleep and you desperately wanted to wake up. Pinch yourself to ensure this is real. But you didn't, instead you fell asleep as the smell of her shampoo invaded your senses.

The second time you woke in that familiar bed of hers you were alone. The strong scent of bacon and burnt…? Burnt- something but you couldn't put your finger on what. You were about to roll out of bed to find the source but the smell of Ellie was smothered all over her pillows. Who knows when you'll be in this bed again- if ever. You dove your face in the pillow, bringing the covers up to your chin so you could really get her scent. Did you look a little crazy? Probably. Did you care at this point? Unfortunately, yes; more than you wanted to admit. Just a few more seconds and-

“Oh- you're still asleep.” Ellie’s voice startled you but she didn't notice. Okay, all you had to do was pretend you were sleeping- easier said than done. When you were a kid your mom would always catch you up late at night playing on your little videogames underneath the covers. You were never good at pretending you were asleep. Seems like a plausible thing to grow out of right?

Ellie stood at the foot of the bed, gently shaking your foot to wake you. But the smell of burnt food was so damn strong, it was throwing off her scent from the pillows. “Did you burn something?” You rolled over, wiping your eyes to desperately cover the fact that you weren't actually asleep.

“You can smell that?” Ellie scratched at her arm awkwardly as she made her way over to you, still laying in the bed.

“I'm pretty sure the neighbors can smell it.” Your nose scrunched as you slid off the bed. “What did you burn?” You stretched your arms up high and your shirt lifted to expose soft skin hiding beneath.

“Well, I tried to make you breakfast. Hoping you'd stay long enough.” Her hands rested on your hips as she leaned in to place a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Guess I'm not a very good cook.” Your brain was basically screaming at you to keep your composure. It wanted to wander to the no man's land of ‘Why’s’ but you wanted to live in the moment. If Ellie was kissing you good morning and making you breakfast it was because you had the best pussy in the game- whatever that meant. All you knew was she was extraordinary with that tongue and was giving you the girlfriend treatment? Say less.

“So what did you burn? The eggs?” You gazed into her eyes as she held you close, thumb swiping over your skin. She was stuck in a trance just as much as you were. You two stayed there for a moment. You anticipated an answer but she wanted nothing more than to kiss you all over and take you back to bed- forget about the poorly made food.

“It was toast.” She spoke softly. The type of soft that had your heart melting and palms sweating. The type of soft that threatened to ruin the moment if it wasn't soft enough. This was so soft it made you think she was telling you a secret that the world could never know.

“How do you burn toast?” You giggled. And she scoffed. And you laughed some more because this was all so silly. This was so stupid but it was the best you've ever felt in a really, really long time.

“It's easier than it looks.”

“I'm a little scared for the rest of the food.”

“Okay the eggs might be a little questionable.” Her lopsided grin grew as you leaned in close. So close that your chests pressed together and you wished you could slow down time. Slow enough so that you could feel your heartbeats pound against each other's chest. Slow enough so you could cherish the way her fingers slid up your back as yours danced over her jaw. Slow enough for you to count every second she held her breath before you spoke.

“I wanna taste.”

It was barely above a whisper and just like before, she could hear it loud and clear. The tension was so thick you could pour it on pancakes. Your lips smashed into hers rather harshly but you two were so desperate for each other you couldn't help it. It was heated, no doubt, sloppier than you'd care to admit. But you loved kissing her. You adored the way her lips felt on yours. You craved her taste, the way she sighed, her hands pulling your hips close. You wanted it all.

You couldn't help but smile. At least a little bit because come on- look at where you are right now. Someone could have told you you died and went to heaven and you would've believed it wholeheartedly. She felt you smiling against her lips and pulled back, one hand now cupping your cheek. No words were exchanged but you knew everything she was saying. All she did was look at you. Her eyes drinking up every feature on your face and you did the same for her.

The way her smirk lifted just slightly to the side. Her mesmerizing freckles littered all over her face. The way her eyes put you under a spell every time she gazed at you like this. Her slightly flushed face as she leaned in close again. Connecting your lips but so much gentler this time. So soft and sweet- savoring the way your heart was doing somersaults right now. God- this was so perfect.

Why were you guys kissing so passionately like this? Beats you. It was a question you really didn't want the answer to honestly. You wanted to just enjoy the moment because the end was soon and you knew it. You'd never be here again as painful as it was to think. You wouldn't be kissing your crush like this again because if you did you don't know who you'd become. Ending up as friends with benefits with Ellie Williams? And she treats you like this all the time? Hard pass.

“I think it tastes good.” You smiled and she chuckled a little.

But the food did not taste good. Like at all. Now you were seated on her couch with a plate full of burnt eggs and 5 pieces of bacon- well 4 now since Ellie grabbed one when you weren't looking. The bacon was the only part that was edible- the toast was burnt so bad it wasn't even in the question. You tried to stomach the eggs but they were so horribly burnt it tasted like it was from a chicken beyond the grave. Shit- it tasted like she went to heaven herself and brought back an egg. And then tried to cook it back to life.

Ellie barely touched the eggs. She knew how badly she fucked it up by the way you awkwardly moved them around your plate. She tried to act like she was so focused on the morning cartoon playing instead but you noticed how she only ate the bacon. You honestly think she ate around 7 pieces.

Your legs were draped over hers as you two giggled to the goofy children's show that was on. You were the one who got dibs on picking what to watch and she only shrugged once she sat down beside you. It was incredibly domestic. Like this was girlfriend shit right here. You half expected a crazy ex to come bang down her door because if she treated one night stands like this…

“I think I'm gonna hop in the shower and then I can give you a ride home if you want?”

“Is that an open invitation?” Your head rolled on the back of the couch, the soft fabric pressing into your cheek. Her lips cracked into a smug grin. Excited was the only way you could describe her expression and you'd be lying if you said your heart didn't start pounding out your chest.

Ellie didn't say anything. There was nothing she could say. You just looked so fucking pretty. So pretty it gave her tunnel vision. Her hand flew over to your jaw and pulled you in to smash her lips against yours. Sure the kiss was nice but you were more worried about the plate full of gross food sitting in your lap. You couldn't concentrate on Ellie the way you wanted to, so badly. You pulled back first and grabbed the almost-fallen plate.

“I'm not going anywhere.” You giggled at her eagerness unaware of the promise you just made. Her face just flushed before she picked up her plate and yours and stood. Her other hand grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with her to the bathroom, gracefully sliding the plates on the table as she walked.

You undressed as she flipped the water on, letting it run over one of her hands before turning around. You were down to just your bra and panties when she saw you, ready to drop some more pieces of clothing.

Her eyes marveled over your body, the soft dips and ridges of your skin. The way your face seemed to heat up under her gaze. “God- how did I end up with someone so sexy.” Her hands rested on your waist again, pulling your hips into hers as she peppered you with kisses. This was her favorite part. She loved the way your lips curled into a smile against hers. Or when your fingers scratched her scalp when you grabbed her hair. And what really sent her over the edge was the little ‘mmmm’ that bubbled from your throat when she kissed you.

“So beautiful baby.” The words trickled from beneath her breath but she'd say it loud and clear if given the chance.

Her hands reached back and unlatched your bra, dropping it to the floor as you attempted to lift her shirt. With the bare skin to skin contact things got more heated. You could taste her desperation with every sloppy kiss she placed on your lips. The water heated quickly, making the small bathroom fill with steam. At this point you couldnt tell if it was the way her hands moved on your body or the fact that the mirror was starting to condensate, but your head was spinning.

“We're gonna run out of hot water soon.” You finally pulled back and she almost pouted by the way you left her lips so lonely. Ellie turned around promptly, dragging you behind her as she stepped inside the shower. You followed her in but let the water run down your back. Ellie’s passionate kisses didn't go unrewarded, as a result of her hasty actions you were now incredibly turned on.

Your arms wrapped around her neck as you leaned into her strong arms, letting out a satisfying hum when your breasts pressed against hers. You would think for the billionth time today kissing Ellie would start to become all the same. It wasn't. Every kiss spoke something different. You don't know how she did it but you could tell this kiss was passionate, lustful, hungry. She wasn't being particularly rough or fast. Just something about the way she softly moaned into your mouth everytime you lightly scraped your nails over her bicep.

You two probably would've kissed all day long if you didn't pull away, much to the other girl's displeasure. But you hated the feeling of pruney fingers so staying in the steamy shower for an extended amount of time didn't seem appealing. But Ellie could have stayed there forever. She could have sat there and watched you run soapy studs all over your soft skin. She could have watched the way the water rinsed them down your body. She could have admired the way your tense muscles relaxed under the hot water. She could have done this for hours.

What she couldn't do for hours was keep her hands off you, especially not in this state. It crossed her mind for a moment that this might be a little much for a one night stand. She couldn't help it. Ellie has had a huge crush on you for months. Secretly pining, wishing, hoping you'd see her the same way she sees you. The small attempts she made to get closer to you. Walking you to your dorm, waiting for you after class, offering to help you study. So to finally have you in her arms right now? She was going to milk this for every last drop she could get.

The dips and curves of your back.

The droplets of water that slid down to your ass.

The tips of your fingers that danced over your shoulder and made your back muscles flex, just slightly.

It was all making Ellie fucking dizzy.

She appreciated the hum that snaked through your lips when her hands danced up your side. She figured you knew it was coming, it was quite difficult to keep her hands off you. “You just can't keep your hands off huh.” She watched your head lean to the side and grant her access to your neck. You hummed again when you felt her soft lips press against your skin and her hands meet your breast. The shower was steamy enough to have you breathing heavily but with Ellie on you? You were seeing stars.

“Can you blame me?” She continued down your nape, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder blades. Her hands traveled with her lips, moving lower and lower. Low enough to have you leaned forward, water trickling down your chin. “You can tell me to stop.” Her voice was muffled against your wet skin, drowning in the loud stream of water.

Her finger dipped between your slit, landing firmly on your clit. Some water got in your mouth as you slightly parted your lips, back arching into her touch. Her other hand left your breast, choosing to snake up to your neck to hold your jaw. “Do you want me to stop Y/n?” Her sweet whispers danced over your ear and you whined, just a little, but enough to make Ellie go mad. She wanted to watch you unravel in her hold, lose control so the only thing you can mutter would be her name and hers only.

“Say it babe.” A kiss right below your ear. “Come on, lemme hear your pretty voice say it.” God, she could have licked all the water off your body like this. With you practically begging to be touched by her and fighting a losing battle to keep your composure. She liked the way you seemed to lose it just with her words. “Tell me how you want my fingers inside you.” Shit, in a second Ellie was going to be the one begging if you didn't speak up.

“God- Ellie” A precise circle of her finger and a short whimper,

“I need your fingers in me” Two fingers slowly sliding up your walls.

“Please” And a beg. A desperate, short, perfect plea.

Ellie wanted you in her skin at this point.

She wasted no more time, almost delirious with lust, pushing you against the cold tile wall of the shower and lowering herself. Steamy water ran down your side as you steadied your leg on the tub, hand holding wherever it could so you didn't slip. The shower was small, it was a tight squeeze for sure but Ellie made it work easily.

“Right there.” She mumbled, staring at you perfectly positioned in front of her. She knew her knees were going to start hurting at some point so she noted to make this quick. This was like a proper meal to her. Kissing around you slowly, making marks on your inner thigh, letting her fingers pinch at your nipple. This was a proper meal.

And it was wild to you how fast she had you losing it. She didn't even touch you yet but the sight of her on her knees, between your thighs, kissing you so gently. Losing it was almost an understatement. Her hair was dripping wet, clinging to her skin anywhere it could. Her eyes heavy, maybe to block out the little droplets of water dampening her thick lashes. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips just once before sliding up your inner thigh like tasting a lollipop. She hooked her arm around your hip, pulling you in close and separating your folds. She kept eye contact with you as she finally tasted you. She wanted to see it.

You stifled a moan as soon as her tongue flattened against your clit but you couldn't deny the way your body practically melted into her. Your hips bucked as she continued playing with you. She only hummed and sucked at your clit harshly, granting her a rewarding moan from you.

“Oh god- El.” You trailed off, pleasure distracting you completely as her finger entered you. Dipping in smoothly before you clenched around her. It was a lot. The steamy water never ceased. The pleasure strumming to your core only got more intense. The grunts and hums Ellie was making along with your sweet moans only made you more horny. “Right there,” You whined as she thrusted her fingers quickly right after your entrance. God it felt so good- so fucking good.

Your hand found her head, cupping wet hair between your fingers. Ellie honestly felt like she was being used by you. Used to fulfil your every need and she was more than happy to oblige. With your hand on the back of her head and your hips jerking into her mouth you were basically riding her face. And Ellie was basically in heaven. Your whines, your moans, your pleas- Ellie was drinking it up like she was deprived of water for seven days. “Mm- right there- Elliepleasedontstop”

This was her favorite fucking part.

She watched you, watching her please you. Your head rolled to the side, eyes half lidded with pure ecstasy clouding your mind. Jaw dropped and your brows creased and her favorite- water trickling down your chin. Sliding down your neck. Running over your breast. Down the dips of your stomach. Right down to her face. You were like a fucking piece of art to her.

She slipped her fingers out of you and before you could protest it was stuffed in your mouth, tasting yourself on her fingers. You sucked on them for only a split second before your jaw dropped again. Ellie tongue dipped into your entrance, circling around inside you. You couldn't even form a word, only moaning loudly around her fingers. Her hand found comfort on your boob, pinching and twisting the nipple again. “God-” You swallowed a moan. “Feels so good.” It was basically gibberish at this point. It was hard to breathe honestly, speaking was hard. “Don't stop baby, please don't stop.” You whined, and whined, and begged, and moaned, anything so that she wouldn't stop.

Her hand, sadly, left your breast to circle at your clit again and you felt the climax nearing. It was so strong, so loud, so demanding. It was coming and there was nothing you could do to stop it because you were chasing it. Desperately. Your moans were loud, water running into your mouth no matter how far you tried to get away from the hot stream. She licked up your slit, making contact with your sensitive bud again as she sucked harshly. Fingers thrusting into you again but curled far inside, pulling out in a ‘C’ shape.

“Fuck Im gonna-”

There it was. The climax. An orgasm so strong you felt lightheaded. You cried out, legs shaking as pleasure overwhelmed you. But Ellie didn't stop. Of course she didn't stop. You were begging for her not to stop 30 seconds ago but now you were reeling. She continued to pleasure you and it was too much. God it was so fucking much. “Ellie!” You cried out again, hands flailing around to try to get her off but you felt a second climax nearing. You couldn't think. You couldn't pull away. You were so sensitive it almost hurt but it felt so good. You were blabbering. You knew it. You couldn't form any words other than ‘Ellie’ and ‘Please’ but they were all cut off by your own gasps and moans. And all she could do was mumble something along the lines of ‘I know baby’ which came out as incoherent as you'd expect.

This time the orgasm snuck up on you. You were literally overwhelmed with pleasure. The second climax hit you like a damn brick, making you double over as you cried out the girl's name. Ellie hummed, finally slowing to a stop. Kissing up your body till she was back at your mouth, which took a while since she couldn't stand too quickly. “You did so good, baby.” Her hands held you steady but you were still so washed over with pleasure it was like she was talking to a rag doll. “So fucking good.” She planted kisses all over your face till she finally made way to your lips. She kissed you so sweetly, just like last time. Just like she'd been doing this entire time.

Even after the shower she continued to plant sweet little kisses to your lips whenever she got the chance. So you might have started doing it too. Just a couple. One right after she got dressed. Another when she was cleaning up her breakfast mess. And she always smiled after it, dazed in a state of admiration. Because to Ellie this was literally what she always dreamed of. The shit she'd think of while she stared at the back of your head in class. If you never made a move on her at that party none of this would have happened.

“Ready to go?” Ellie grabbed her dingy lanyard, holding her keys and other miscellaneous things. Truth was neither one of you guys were ready to end this but it needed to happen. You only nodded and followed her out the door. As soon as she locked it she turned and opened her hand out for you, almost as though it was her final act. You gladly took it though, a smile stretching across your face.

“Did you study for Professor Eugene's test?” You asked.

“No, do you want to study together later?” She opened the passenger door for you. You only furrowed your brows as you thought about it. There's no way you can be okay with just letting this go. She loaded into the car after you, turning it on and getting comfortable before looking over to you, cute grin plastered on her face.

“Ellie, do you do this for all your one night stands? Because if you do, I think I might go crazy.” You chuckled, maybe more nervous than you'd care to admit and she only stared at you for a second.

“No, I don't.” Her voice was soft, barely there, scared even and she started fiddling with her hands, avoiding eye contact with you.

“You don't?”

“No, it's weird with you. It's like everytime I look at you my brain just goes blank.” She finally made eye contact with you again, her brows creased and face flushed red. “Feels like I'm going crazy.”

There's no fucking way this is happening right now.

“Well if you're saying what I think you're saying then, I like you a lot too.” You giggled and she smiled so wide it crinkled the corners of her eyes. You two just stared at each other for a second, admiring one another's goofy smiles. She leaned in just slightly and your hand flew over to her jaw, pulling her into your lips. This kiss said ‘I want to stay with you more than anything’. It was steady, reassuring, delicate. It was a kiss that expressed how you both have been longing for each other. You could absolutely get used to this. These kisses meant everything to you. She meant everything to you.

“We have to work on that god awful cooking though.”

“It wasn't that bad.”

y'all y'all y'all i don't think you understand the way these kissing scenes have a HOLD ON ME. “so beautiful baby.” i didn't stop thinking about it for DAYS after i wrote it. this- omg- this is honest to god my favorite thing ive ever wrote THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH <333

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Ellie does your sternum tattoo hehe

Pairing: Tattoo artist Ellie x Reader

Warnings: none :) maybe slightly nsfw but not really

Word count: 3.6k

A/n: WASSAP!!! So sorry for the super long wait for new fics I been working on them like crazy but they gotta b PERFECT. This was inspired by the beautiful, spectacular, show stopping @thelastoflesbians bc she’s amazing and as soon as I read her post about it I NEEDED to write it. Any who I hope you guys enjoy it was really fun to write! More to come later ;)

The strong smell of cleaning products invaded your nose as soon as you swung the tattoo parlor's heavy door open. You eyed the lobby, searching for someone, anyone at this point. This was your first time here and you had no idea what your artist even looked like. You've been following her for a while and it was a pain in the ass to get an appointment. You frantically checked the email again to make sure you were in the right place.

“Hey, you here for an appointment?” You turned to see a freckled girl with tattoos littered all over her arms sitting cooly behind the front desk, which you missed at first glance because the computer sitting atop of it was so damn big.

“Uh, yeah- for Ellie?” You stuttered a bit but you couldn't help it. Pretty much all tattoo parlor employees made you nervous, especially in a new place. “That would be me, Y/n right?” She stood as you eyed her arm full of scattered tattoos.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you watched her whip out a small tablet and turn it towards you. “Kay, go ahead and fill this out for me and I'm gonna go print out the stencil. You wanted a moth on your sternum right?” You nodded again, immediately diving into the form but you didn't miss how Ellie lingered around for a second. You figured she was watching over to make sure you were filling out the form right. You moved to a chair as you waited for her to come back.

Your leg bounced with anticipation as you tried to distract yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Refreshing your emails for no reason. Rechecking text messages just to see all of your friends were busy with their own lives. God- were your boobs sweating? You were so nervous and it was hot as fuck outside. Is it hot in here? It felt like a damn oven. You quickly wiped under them as you watched Ellie walk back into the lobby.

“Alright, I’m ready for you. Come on back.” She gave you a curt smile as she tossed her head back to her room. You stood quickly and it kinda felt like your hands were shaking, you were so jittery with excitement. Too jittery to admire how attractive your tattoo artist was. You walked into her small private room, which you were thankful for. It was decorated neatly. The walls were painted a light green color, one was covered in framed pictures, the other had a painted mural on it, and the last was occupied by a giant frosted window. Extremely healthy looking plants were in each corner along with some string lights lining the room. It was abundant in natural lighting but she still had a bright ring light posted beside the chair. The seat had three different sizes of the tattoo laid on it and you gasped.

Ellie looked nervous, her hands fiddling with her fingers as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “Do you like it? The pictures you sent looked really cool and if there’s anything you want to change-“

“Holy shit it looks amazing!” You squealed, all past anxieties gone with the wind. “Yeah?” She asked again and you nodded, picking up the one in the middle to assess. It looked like the best fit. The detail was so intricate and precise, everything was perfect. She put her own spin on your ideas and you couldn’t be happier with the outcome. “Cool. I have some pasties if you want and I’ll leave so you can get undressed then we can get started.” She handed you three different black pasties, one was a star, a flower, and the last was a regular circle. You giggled a little as soon as she left because who gives different options for pasties?

As soon as you finished you cracked the door to let her know you were ready. Standing there with no bra on, titties out- it was weird to say the least. You threw your flannel back on to make you more comfortable as you paced the room. You checked your dry ass phone once more before she came back into the room. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed some black gloves. “Yep.” At this point you just remembered how painful this was going to be. “Do people ever use numbing cream for this part?” You watched her grab some goo on her hand and turn back to you, stencil in hand.

“Uh- for the stomach? Yeah, I get quite a few people who get it numbed first. It's a pretty painful spot.” She chuckled as you lifted your boobs so she could rub whatever that was on your stomach.

“Fuck, dont tell me that.” You gave her a nervous laugh but she was too concentrated to respond.

“Don't worry.” She whispered too focused on getting the right angle. She was hunched over since she was a bit taller than you and you got a whiff of her perfume. The smell wasn’t strong, it was light and clean but also smelled masculine and woody. “You smell good.” You breathed out as soon as you felt her press down on your stomach, rubbing in the stencil.

Her cheeks reddened a bit but she kept her composure like she’d got that compliment a thousand times over. “Thanks.” She gave you an almost awkward smile. But it was true, she did smell really good. “Okay,” she peeled off the thin paper after one last press. “Take a look at that placement.” You walked over to the mirror and dropped your boobs, appreciating the little bounce. You didn't do it on purpose. Realistically, you needed to see how the tattoo would look if you weren't holding them but you forgot that Ellie’s eyes were glued to you. You turned back to her, smiling brightly, and you watched her eyes flick back up to your face. “Looks great!” You beamed and her lips cracked into a smile that reflected yours.

“Cool, let's get started.” She gestured to the chair before she spun around to pour the ink. You laid down, nerves going ballistic at this point. It felt like you could barely breathe. “Is this your first?” She asked as she swiveled around on her little chair.

“Nah, I have a couple.” You lifted your sleeve to show your forearm, littered with tattoos here and there. The biggest you had was a switchblade with flowers and vines surrounding it. It was kinda similar to hers. “I like yours.” You pointed at the big one on her arm. “Also got a moth huh?”

“I feel like its the gay right of passage.” She sent you a lopsided smile and you giggled. Glancing down to your stomach you mumbled, “Look at me go.”

“Okay. You ready?” She adjusted the gun in her hand as she eyed you for confirmation.

“Not really but go ahead.” You laid your head back, waiting for that familiar burn. “You got this.” She smiled at you once more and rested her arm over your hip. As soon as she started you had to suppress a wail. You couldn't breathe in sharply. You couldn't talk to distract yourself. You couldn't move at all, let alone do anything that involves your lungs. The pain wasn't excruciating but it was painful. It felt like she had a hot razor tracing over your body. And she took her time, moving over the curves and little details carefully. Which you were grateful for, but in this moment, right now, you hated it.

She finally pulled back to dip into the ink again and you let out a strangled breath. “You're doing really good.” She smiled at you as her arm rested on your hip again but she didn't go back in, instead she stared at you. “You okay? You feel alright?” She was watching you so attentively. Checking in on you with a smooth, soft voice. The way she talked was so- god. It was all sinking in with her big green eyes locked with yours. Your heart was basically in your throat as you struggled to speak up. “In pain but yeah, I'm okay.” She smiled at you as she blinked slowly, or at least it felt slow.

“You're taking it so well.” And just like that she dove back in, pulling more painful lines while your mind went haywire. Your brain was running a million miles a minute, thinking if any other tattoo artist told you that or she was flirting with you. It wasn't like you could take a deep breath to steady yourself either, you couldn't even move. The only thing grounding you was her arm anchored on your hips. “It doesn't hurt that much.” You spoke softly so you didn't move too much. “I think I could go to sleep.”

“Really? I think my pain tolerance is pretty high but I was dying getting my stomach done.” She leaned back again to give you room to speak.

“You have your stomach done?” Your brows pinched as you eyed her frame. She wore a regular cream tshirt with blue jeans. Her tattoos poked out from beneath the sleeve. One arm was full of them and the other just had one. What looked like a broken watch with some words and vines around it. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, the rest hanging just above her shoulders.

“Yeah, I'll show you later.”

Later?

“Okay on a scale of 1-10 how bad did it hurt?”

“Hmm,” Her face scrunched and it was so fucking cute, as she thought about it. “It was a while ago but I'd say about an eight.”

“Eight? I'd give it a six.” You grinned and her face fell.

“A six?” Her mouth hung a little and her eyebrows were almost to her hairline.

“What? I just said I was gonna try to sleep, what did you expect?” You giggled and she scoffed.

“Well, you're not even halfway done so.”

“I can handle it, you just told me I was ‘taking it so well’ ” You joked and she chuckled as she adjusted herself to start again. You closed your eyes and tried to think about anything but the burning pain tracing down your stomach. Maybe fifthteen minutes passed before you opened your eyes again.

“Did you really fall asleep?” She asked as you wiped your eyes.

“No it hurts too bad.” Your voice was blunt and monotoned. “Did you change the needle to be 1000% more painful or something?” At this point it felt like Ellie hated you and wanted to make this experience the worst ever. She barked out a laugh which you appreciated but was pretty unexpected from her cool and collected demeanor. “Do you hate me Ellie?” Her name rolled off your tongue, it was the second time you've ever said it and the first time you said it to her. It was nice. Had a nice ring to it. It was a good name to moan-

Oh my god. You are too horny for your own good.

You were losing it but you'll blame it on the way her scent evaded your senses and how her hands were pressed on your body. It was a good thing you just cracked a joke because you couldn't suppress a smile your filthy thoughts resulted in. She laughed again. “No, what the fuck? Y/n, what could you have possibly done to make me hate you in the span of thirty minutes?”

“You tell me!” You giggled again and there was a knock at the door. Ellie stood to answer it, cracking it open before turning back to you again. “Is it okay if my coworker comes in to see what we're working on?”

“Yeah that's fine.” You squealed, pulling your flannel to cover your boobs but kept the tattoo untouched. Her coworker walked in and immediately made you feel comfortable. She was nice, talkative, had a beautiful smile and was currently showering you with compliments.

“Dina, she doesn't even know your name yet.” Ellie’s eyes stayed on her as she came to a halt.

“Oh that's right. Hi, I'm Dina! I work the front desk. I guess you came in while I was on my lunch break. That tattoo looks so good!” She beamed at you, which was contagious enough to make you smile wide at her. “Thank you! Ellie is doing an amazing job.”

“You guys were giggling it up in here so I was just being nosey.” She shrugged as she lifted a suggesting eyebrow to her coworker. “Looks like you're having a good time?”

“Okay you're done.” Ellie groaned as she nudged Dina out as she dramatically whined about how she just got here.

“Why’d you make her leave?” You pouted.

“She's too distracting.” She shook her head and you giggled again. Watching them interact was fun. They were an animated duo for sure.

“Are you normally quiet or something?”

“Hmm, yeah I guess I dont normally talk much while tattooing.”

“Really?” You felt your face heat up and your heart damn near leaped over the moon.

“Mhm,” She rolled back over to you with the gun in hand. “You ready? You nodded and her arm- that fucking arm- covered in tattoos rested on your hips again and you were pretty sure your hands were sweating at this point. You held your breath as she pulled the first line but she was further down this time, telling you she had to be at least half way done now. “Good job.” She muttered as she gently patted the ink away but her eyes were glued on you. You weren't sure why, what were you supposed to say? Thank you?

“Do you have any other plans for today?” She asked as she rubbed something on the area. Now- you knew you couldn't do much talking and you didn't want to slow down her process. So why the fuck is she trying to get you to talk right now? It felt like a dentist was working on your mouth as they made casual conversation. You waited for her to pull back to finally answer.

“Probably get something to eat. I'm not from around here though, do you know any good spots?” The words rushed out of your mouth as she leaned back in to start again.

“Oh, you don't live here?” She sat and waited for your response.

“No, I live here but on the other side of town. I don't come down this way often.”

“Well, there's this new sandwich place that just opened down the street. I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it was good.”

“Do you have a break after this?” Your heart was beating out of its chest so hard you feared she'd feel it.

“I'm working late today.” She visibly slouched.

“Want me to pick you up some food?”

Now this made her eyes widen, but just slightly. Her brows lifted and she stared at you for a second too long. Your mind was reeling. Was that too invasive? Did that make her uncomfortable? That’s probably weird for a new client to offer her lunch. Right?

“I would take you up on that offer but I brought my lunch today.” Her voice was soft and gloomy. Her face grim as she seemed almost depressed to turn you down.

“Oh.” You laughed it off. “It’s okay! I’ll try it and tell you if it’s good or not.” You smiled, trying to play it off as unphased. It was a simple question. A nice deed even.

“We don't have much less, we'll be finished up soon and you can go eat.” She reflected your smile and leaned in again to continue. You'd think the pain got better after doing it for almost an hour now but it still hurts like the first line. You screwed your eyes shut and with nothing else to do or think about your mind wandered.

“You're doing so good babe.” Ellie mumbled, obviously trying hard to stay steady against your chest. The praise honestly made your head spin. You couldn't even say anything back to that, just sit there and take it. You couldn't nod, she wasn't even looking at you. You couldn't laugh, can't mess her up. But Babe? Rightfully so, your brain was literally short circuiting.

Even though she turned down your offer for lunch she was very obviously into you. Right? No other tattoo artist has ever called you babe. That's grounds for flirting for sure. You don't know if it was the nickname or the extremely sensitive spot Ellie started tattooing but you were apparently moving too much. Her hand resting in a fist on your hip opened up and gently grabbed at your waist.

“Steady breaths babe, you got it.” Her voice was literally music to your ears. It's so soothing, low and raspy. Like her words were delicately crafted arrows and every time she spoke it shot straight through your heart. But her hands also holding you? Grabbing at the soft skin just for the sole purpose of grounding you. God- it was too much. Saying your brain went haywire was an understatement.

“Good girl.”

Her face was down but you still noticed the smug grin on her lips. She was doing this on purpose. Maybe she could feel the way your heartbeat upticked when she spoke or the fact that your face was redder than a tomato at this point.

“How you feeling?” Ellie finally leaned back and granted you room to breathe comfortably. She started rubbing some goo on it before continuing, “Only a couple more lines and you'll be good to go. Do you want to take a break? I can grab you some water if you want.”

“Water would be nice.” Your throat felt incredibly dry. She got up and walked out the room for your request. You took this opportunity to get a peak at how the tattoo was turning out. Your back stuck to the plastic on the chair as you peeled yourself off. The mirror was in the corner of the room and it looked amazing. You grinned- an ear to ear kind of smile.

“Do you like it?” Ellie beamed as she entered the room again, small cold water bottle in hand.

“It looks so fucking good.” You turned back to her and her eyes went straight to it.

“The placement looks great on you.”

“Compliments to the chef.” You joked and her sweet sweet laugh filled the air. It was a sound you decided right there and then- you needed to hear more often. You took a swig of the water and laid back down. Your time with her was coming to an end soon and you were desperately trying to figure out how to get more. Maybe you could ask for her number before you left.

The rest of the tattoo went quicker than you hoped. Your brain was still completely empty on ways to ask for her number. She went on to compliment the finished tattoo, stated how happy she was with the result and asked to take some pictures. It was all happening so fast.

“How much do I owe you?” You reached for your bag as she grabbed her small tablet, typing in something before responding to you.

“How about $250 and you let me take you out to grab some food one day?” She grinned, smug and lopsided. You could have jumped from joy in that moment. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you heard that right, despite her speaking slow and clear.

“Hmm, so full price then?” You joked and her smile faltered for a second until you laughed. “I'm kidding. Yes, I'll absolutely take you up on that offer.” You finished and watched her let out a laugh of relief. It was a sweet laugh like before but this time her smile reached her eyes enough to crease at the corners a little.

“You had me for a second.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Yeah” She just looked at you for a second with pure admiration in her eyes. Like she just met the most interesting person ever. Intrigued by you. “You'll keep me on my toes alright.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this just as much as I did hehe. Also reader is a champ for taking this tattoo cos I was on the verge of tears while getting my under boob done LMFAOOO ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING <333333

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us x reader #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou2

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Y'all are in for a treat tonight.

#THREE FICS TONIGHT LETS GOOOO #IM SO EXCITED #I HOPE YALL LIKE THEM

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Sit there and watch

CollegeAU!Ellie Williams x F!Reader

Ellie knows her girlfriend is hot, she also loves touching her. What happens when said girlfriend prohibits touching for a week?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: established relationship, heavy petting, mutual masturbation (very graphic, very nasty), face sitting, sex!desperate!Ellie, subby!Ellie for a hot minute, 69’ing, hot lesbian sex, pussy drunk Ellie (a warning)

If any minors even fucking click on this fic, I will replace your mouthwash with chlorine

“I didn’t think you’d show up honestly.” Dina joked to the girl slumping into the hard, plastic seat beside her. Ellie’s usual demeanor wasn’t far off from how she was today, but it definitely was off. Dark bags decorated green eyes, heavy lids threatening to droop further. Adorning a red hoodie, slightly oversized and bunched over the elbows, her classic one rip at the knee jeans ending in a pair of converse. Bag slipping from one shoulder, she let it hit the tile floor with a thump, slouching forward onto the adjoined desk.

“I was this,” Ellie lifted a hand to pinch two fingers together, the space nearly a sliver, “close to going back to sleep.”

“Didn’t wanna leave your bestie hanging?” Dina remarked, nudging her elbow into the rib cage of the girl beside her. Her words received a soft, sarcastic chuckle, the tattooed brunettes eyes rolling almost comically.

“Fat chance. I just needed to get out of the dorm.” Ellie pressed the side of her face into the cool, linoleum wood surface, feeling the grooves of past students doodles digging against her cheekbone. Eyes falling shut, she didn’t pay much mind to the students still spilling through the door, audible tired groans and foot steps behind the only sounds accompanying her blank thoughts. Dina seemed content with the decided silence, choosing to scroll through her phone while sipping on a coffee she’d grabbed beforehand.

There was maybe 5 minutes of passing time as students took their chosen seats of the morning, chatting amongst one another. The professor, a methodical yet disaster of a woman, chalked up various points they’d discussed days prior, easel to her left holding a delicate sketch of what appeared to be a flower. Papers shifted, pens rolled across desks, phones silenced as the room began to filter out noise, Ellie felt the hairs in her half up shift as a breeze bestowed them, not bothering to glance up and see whoever was currently walking by. Then her nose scrunched, consumed by a smell she’d been reliving over the past week. Vanilla and patchouli, the latter word being one she’d scoured google for in the event of having the name edge the tip of her tongue for too many hours. Breathing in the heavenly scent, butterflies erupted in her stomach, somersaulting against flesh.

Knowing the originator of who the scent belonged to, the girl’s head lifted, gaze landing on the front of the room. The professor was currently talking to some girl, she held a sheet of paper in one hand, the other fisting at the strap of her back pack. Although all Ellie could see was her back, scanning over the fairly basic outfit she wore, legs on display in some athletic shorts. The girl nodded something to professor scatter box, grabbing something from the desk and turning on her heel.

Ellie came face to face with her girlfriend, cutting it real close to being late to class. Although she seemed to be of better mind than Ellie, looking refreshed, well rested, and above all smiling. White grin steady as she made her way back up the stadium like seating, stopping on Ellie’s right to stare down, like this was some kind of game.

“Hey Y/N! Ellie move over.” Dina brightened, pulling on the fabric of her friends hoodie lightly. She reluctantly obliged, switching a seat over where Dina once was, making room for Y/N to plop herself down, hands reaching to keep her skirt in place as she sat. From the sudden closeness in proximity, Ellie found her face reddening like a horny teenager, gulping down at the intoxicating aroma now bubbling into the surrounding air.

“You know,” Y/N leaned until her chest was pressed to the side of her girlfriends body, lips ghosting at the shell of her ear, “I had the craziest dream about you last night.”

She grinned silently as Ellie’s body tensed up, shoulders rising, fingers clutching at the flesh of her thighs so hard her veins were popping out, lips pursed like she’d drank from a lemon. Like it was all some kind of game, Y/N sat back into her chair, gnawing on her lip as the first lecture of the day began. Leg raising to rest over the other, her smirk didn’t fade, only growing as Ellie’s deep, trying to calm herself, breathing could be heard. Dina seemed confused by the girl beside hers sudden shift, brows scrunched as she glanced sideways, scanning the side of her friends face.

To say the tattooed girl looked awkward was an understatement. Face hardened, cheeks aflame, eyes glaring holes through the table, fingers gripping into her jeans hard enough to tear the material. Y/N wore a small smirk, subtle and not enough to tip Dina off about what was really going on.

“Geez El, I don’t know what’s wrong with you but it looks like you either need to take a shit or get laid.” She scoffed, jokingly scooting her seat a few inches away. Y/N shot an innocent grin over Ellie’s head, eyeing Dina with a playful glint.

“She does look backed up, doesn’t she.”

“I wanna try something.” The room was thick with heavy panting, stickiness hanging in the air, the creaking of a shitty dorm mattress. Ellie glanced over at her girlfriend who was currently laying on her back, sweaty and breathing uneven, baby hairs wet and pressed to her forehead. She could still see the girls recent release on her thighs, glistening against the glow of the beside table lamp. Humming in question, the tattooed girl nodded for her to continue, walking over to grab a damp rag from their bathroom. Y/N shifted, sitting up on her forearms as Ellie reappeared, sitting on the bed beside her in nothing but a pair of boxers.

“How about, we refrain from sex and like, any form of physical touch?” She popped the question like it was any other normal thing to ask, head tilting innocently as Ellie paused the towels path between her legs. Eyes locking, green ones squinted slightly, as if trying to gauge if she heard correctly.

“Forever..?” Ellie paused, a hint of fear in your voice that made Y/N stifle a chuckle.

“No, like, for a week or something.” She concluded, watching the girl next to her let out a small sigh of relief that this time, did cause a laugh. The girl continued wiping down her girlfriends inner thighs, careful not to be rough by her overstimulated sex. Rolling the rag up, she tossed it towards the bathroom door, standing to loom over their shared dresser.

“Okay, is there a reason for this?” The tattooed girl asked, voice a bit higher than minutes ago, nervous almost. Y/N grinned, catching the old shirt thrown her way, slipping it gingerly over her naked form. Ellie followed in suit, scooting over on the bed until the two were laying beside one another once more. Legs bent slightly, Y/N tucked herself in her girlfriends side, nuzzling into the warm skin of her neck, still lightly layered with beads of sweat. Startled by the girls sudden adjustment, Ellie looked down with widened eyes.

“Are you bored of our sex life?” With frantic words, Y/N gently nibbled at Ellie’s ear, trying to calm the girls worried state.

“No, weirdo. I just wanna try something new”.

That was 7 days ago, 7 days of no bodily contact, not even a hug or kiss on the cheek, a brush of hands. Ellie was nearing borderline feral at this point, unable to even glance at her girlfriend without a wet patch forming in her boxers. It was torture, a torture she now realizes she was too quick to agree too. Who knew Y/N could be so vindictive? Well, to be fair, Ellie new this and still went along with it at the end of the day. Now her pussy and self control was taking the brunt of it, full force.

The first day wasn’t that bad, sure it was tough not being able to show her girlfriend physical affection, but she could deal. Everything in class was normal, assignment were on time, sleep schedule was the usual, mind wasn’t racing with an overly beating heart. It was fine, and Ellie was actually excited to see how this would spruce up their intimacy.

The second day was alright, no sex in two days? That’s not difficult, no matter how hot her girlfriend is. Although it was slightly annoying how Y/N in question, who was also her roommate, seemed to be bending over more than usual to pick stuff up, no visible underwear lines beneath her clothes. That was fine! Maybe she was wearing thongs, that was perfectly normal. Despite the twinge of desire running down her spine whenever Y/N would say, “oops”, and practically fold herself in half.

The fourth day Ellie began feeling the effects of this agreement, hands twitching when Y/N would so much as sweetly smile her way. Did her skirts keep increasingly getting shorter? No mind! Ellie could look elsewhere, like her bouncing leg, rhythmically going up and down, constant. If she couldn’t even hold out for this long, it would be like admitting she needed sex, and that would be far too embarrassing. It was only a few more days, she could get through it.

So, maybe this whole idea was the worst thing Ellie could’ve ever said yes too. Did Y/N just openly walk out of the bathroom completely naked? Yeah, Ellie was definitely going insane, pulse out of control, head swimming, gulping down imaginary scenarios of what she could do when she got the chance. All of her school work was suffering as well, lates, fails, zero attention to detail. Sleepless nights weren’t uncommon, but it was uncommon when it happened it be every night. Listening from below as Y/N laid in the bunk above, light breathing and small snores making Ellie’s fingers ball into tight fists. And that was only the sixth day.

Now here Y/N sat 7 days later, stark naked on Ellie’s bed, legs crossed over one another, small smile on her delicate features. This was what the girl was met with after class, door slamming behind in an attempt to keep the hallway goers from seeing her girlfriends indecency. Back pack falling to the carpeted floor, landing with a heavy thunk, green eyes dilating almost instantly. Choking back a gulp as Y/N stood, walking over to the frozen girl, hands landing on her shoulders, nimble finger tips dipping under the hoodies fabric. Everything was on display, everything for Ellie to see, eyes unable to focus on one spot for long before scanning to another.

“I’ve really missed you baby,” Y/N drew out her words, lips caressing the shell of Ellie’s ear. The girl instinctively reached up, hands finding her girlfriends waist before they were slapped away, missing the pressure on her shoulders, “But I’m not done playing with you yet.” She whispered, hands completely leaving Ellie’s body to wander back over to the bed, plopping back down. Ellie swallowed heavily at the sight of breasts bouncing, legs moving against the sheets, spreading to reveal wet, glistening inner thighs.

“Bring that arm chair over here and sit down.” Y/N spoke with confident authority, watching Ellie stumble out of her converse, hoodie sliding off as her face scorched red. Pulling their desks armchair a yard or so from the bed, she took a seat, man spreading and leaning forward to stare down. Her eyes were stuck on the spot between her girlfriends legs, heavily breathing as the back of her neck began to heat up.

“Good girl.” The girl on the bed chuckled, hand reaching down to separate her folds, smiling wide at Ellie’s loud, quick inhale, sucking in air like she was close to suffocating, hands grasping at her knees with a death grip. One hand holding her folds apart, the other skimmed down bare skin to skip over her clit, middle finger casually dipping inside her throbbing pussy.

“Fuck!” Ellie cussed from grit teeth, chair creaking as she went to get up, immediately stopped by Y/N’s hand leaving her wet sex.

“Stay where you are, no touching until I say so.” She spoke so cockily, control in a way that made Ellie’s brain melt into warm mush, falling back into the chair with an exasperated groan. Y/N cooed at her girlfriends look of defiance, sweet grin contradicting her current actions. Swiping back down, this time she wedged two fingers up in her cunt, wiggling them into the dripping space, clenching heavenly around the length provided.

“You’re gonna sit there and watch.” The wicked look on her features turned up into pleasure as she speared herself on her hand, grinding down like a whore, shamelessly moaning with an open mouth. Ellie’s nostrils flared at the sight, face so crimson it was nearly worrisome, veins in her forearms bulging at each squeeze of the knee. Tongue darting out to wet dry lips, her eyes scanned the sight before her like a map, engraving the sight bestowed like the greatest gift. Although it was truly torture, unable to touch the skin on display, fondle it, lick it, mark it all over until it was all red and purple. She could feel her own pussy throbbing at the show, thighs shifting to press together, hoping to some extent to relieve the pressure building.

“Fuck! Ellie, please, play with your clit.” Y/N hissed, toes curling in unison with deft fingers, own thumb pressing into her clit, rubbing harsh, fast circles. One hand reached up to palm at her breast, rolling a nipple between damp fingers. Ellie didn’t hesitate to unbutton her jeans, hand shooting past rough material and navy boxers, finding her sensitive mound immediately. Legs fell open once more, hips gyrating in the creaky chair, small grunts leaving her spit kissed lips.

“El! Oh god!” Sweat beads were present on flushed skin, chests heaving, bodies shaking against the rough assault. Y/N keened forward slightly, legs spasming uncontrollably as her climax washed over, eyes fluttering shut at the sensations. Ellie wasn’t far behind, lip bitten until blood rolled down her chin, eyes focused on the girl before her, insides tightening around nothing, a euphoric feeling erupted through her spine. Panting with a hiss as she felt the torn skin of her lip, eyes not once leaving her girlfriend.

“You can touch me.” Not a second after those words were uttered, was Ellie jolting up, pushing her girlfriends back into the bed with a forceful shove. Shirt thrown over her head, revealing a toned stomach and navy sports bra, she didn’t waste a second to duck down. Bodies flush to one another, Ellie’s lips smashed to Y/N’s, salvia mixing as their tongues met feverishly, swallowing each other’s wanton moans and groans, pelvises grinding subconsciously. Eyes squeezed shut, Y/N didn’t catch the way green eyes remained open, drinking in every flinch of her girlfriends face that was visible. Pulling back, Ellie was quick to sarcastically chuckle at how the girl below her chased the kiss.

“You made me wait,” Ellie stood back, pulling down her boxers and jeans in one go, kicking them off to the side, “For a whole week, baby.”

“I-,”

“Shut up.” Ellie demanded, tone hard, yet filled with overly saturated lust, brimming over with every breath. Y/N shuddered at the look on her face, nose scrunching in realization that maybe this wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. Ellie easily slid onto the sheets, scooting over and lifting Y/N as she did so. The girls face rendered confusion as she was flipped around, thighs on either side of Ellie yet facing the opposite way, feeling heat fill her cheeks.

“I’m going to lay back, and you’re going to please me. Understood?” Ellie chuckled from behind, snaking a hand up to thumb Y/N’s left ass cheek, rubbing the soft skin. She nodded weakly, eyes falling with embarrassment as she arched forward and down, breath fanning over Ellie’s folds. The girl felt the hand leave her backside, resting on the underside of her knee, listening at how Ellie shifted to lay back, waiting. Tongue darting out, Y/N leaned in further, wet muscle dipping between moist flesh, caressing it with gentle flicks. Smiling into the motion as she felt Ellie twitch below, a barely audible groan leaving her lips.

“I love how you taste, so sweet.” Y/N mumbled into her inner thigh, licking the skin before diving back in, sucking on her girlfriends puffy clit. Short, coarse hairs tickled her chin, head shaking lightly into the cunt before her, lips reaching for every bit of space they could cover. Ellie kept her sounds muffled, several grunts and groans made available, flinching every time Y/N would create a suction with her hot mouth. Although her movement was cut off by a slap on the ass, pulling a sharp squeak from her lips, before a deep gasp as Ellie yanked her lower half onto her face.

“Keep going baby, let me take care of you as well,” Ellie spoke between bites at her girlfriends thighs, palms sliding up her spread Y/N’s cheeks. Faces buried in each other’s pussies, the girls continued to indulge, tongues stoking and flicking, moans and pants filling the small room as the pressure once more began to build. At a partially harsh slap to the ass, Y/N almost fell forward, slumping more as her mouth dove deeper to tease Ellie’s hole.

“Baby, fuck! Yeah, stick your tongue in me, I wanna taste myself on your lips later.” The tattooed girl grunted out, pace of her own mouth speeding up. Arching into each other’s bodies, lips slick with cum and salvia, burning skin covered in goosebumps melted into the embrace of their orgasms. Y/N tried to keep herself up on wobbling forearms, caught off guard when she was tugged backwards. Weight off balance, her thighs were adjusted until they were on either side of Ellie’s face, heavy breaths on her sticky skin.

“Sit on my face babe.�� She mumbled with delicate bites, hands sliding up and down Y/N’s sweaty thighs and ass, ever so often grabbing at the flesh. Unable to even articulate an answer, Y/N planted herself down, hands coming to clasp Ellie’s. Both hands joined, two sets of fingers intertwined, she let her head fall back, grinding back and forth on her girlfriends face like she would a strap.

“Fuck! El!” Teeth gritting together, spiraling thoughts unable to pinpoint anything other than the hot tongue thrusting up into her pussy, clenching around the muscle that continued to lick with the utmost urgency. One hand releasing her own, Ellie’s fingers found the flesh of Y/N’s ass, gripping and tugging it in tandem with how she was already grinding down.

“Yeah, ride my face.” It was quiet, masked by nasty squelching and wincing moans, although Y/N did hear it, a startled gasp leaving her mouth at how her body was being manhandled. Heart racing, body jumping at each and every sensation, pussy aflame and dripping down Ellie’s face, her climax hit like a ton of bricks. Sinking into the soft motions of her girlfriends tongue, cleaning up the mess of cum and sweat, she fell to the side, shifting so she was parallel Ellie.

“As much as I enjoyed that,” Ellie chuckled with a raspy voice, sounding used and hoarse, she turned on her side, pulling her limp girlfriend in with just as weak arms, “We are never going seven days without sex again.”

“You still love me.” Y/N dreamily smiled up, pressing her lips to Ellie’s cheek for a sweet kiss, relishing the after glow.

“Unfortunately.”

Ahaha…🤰

#my jaw was on the floor the ENTIRE time #that'll make ur pussy throb

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Ellie stans are so funny bc what do you mean "the way her hips move" SHES JUST CLIMBING A LADDER???

#too horny for ur own good #ALL OF YALL

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. . . guilty pleasure.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: i'm terrible at summaries -- ellie really likes fucking you, because you're really hot, so she eats you out like it's her fucking last meal. plus it's kinda cute at the end. that's it. that's the fic.

𝐚/𝐧: so, this is a scrap. Funny Story! ahaha!!!! Uh!!!! so i fucking hate this! [mia, great heavens, why do you hate this?] well! i've been working on this sub!ellie fic for a couple of months (i've been busy) and i thought it would be a good idea to start off a sub!ellie with dom!ellie. and i was trying to do something, but it wasn't working. so i have been contending with this fucking part of that fic for so long that everytime i look at it it makes me twitch, so maybe i'm biased, but. here you go. it's not sub!ellie which is making me roll my eyes so hard rn, but it's alright. anyway, i didn't want to waste what i'd already written so i tidied it up and made it pretty and hopefully someone likes it. idfk. if you ever wanted to have your pussy ate by ellie, here you go.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: annoying writing things, like random shifts in verb tenses because i didn't feel like proofreading this for much longer rubs nose, rolls eyes. SO! literally just pure smut, like, it's disgusting, so minors, go away. uh, oral sex, fingering (reader receiving). fraction of dirty talk. ellie thinking that you're really fucking hot. she's literally so gay. kind of obsessive. it's literally just reader receiving head for a very, very long time. oh, some overstimulation. also. just for shits and giggles. the general vibe is that you two are friends... but like.... but like... shakes head.... you're... you're not friends.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k. get it the fuck out of my sight, please.

. . . .

when ellie fucks you, sometimes she likes to imagine that she is painting a picture.

“oh, fuck–” she knows how it sounds and wishes that it didn’t sound so creepy. but ellie has spent hours, upon days, composed of fleeting shy gazes and not-so-shy glimpses between your thighs, studying your body. eyes oftentimes slipping over the arch of your brow in conversation, or following the curve of your jaw, down the axis of your neck. over the hill of your bicep, beneath the band of your jeans, down the canyon trail of your stomach or your spine…

if she tries hard enough, she can get your face just right. eyes shut so tight, they bunch at the corners, not quite like how they do when you’re doubled over in laughter, or squinting at her in disbelief. sometimes they roll, or linger, hooking onto hers as your body stiffens with pleasure and her name hangs above your tongue on a fishing line that you just can’t seem to reach. every time ellie fucks you you drive her just a little bit crazier, because every time ellie fucks you, you remind her of how difficult and impressive the human ability to multitask is, because how is she supposed to breathe? or do much of anything really – when you look like this? underneath her, or beside her, or in front of her. pretty girl, doesn’t even begin to capture half of you. let me show you how pretty you are, is a promise, by default of impossibility, that will forever be left unfulfilled.

“el..” ellie’s fingers were magic. always were. they were so long, even if she held them out straight, the hardened calluses of her fingertips would hit every spot they needed to. but this time, ellie had curled them. nestled knuckle deep inside, with her tongue latched onto your clit - flattening, rolling, sucking. you were gone – had been for the past half hour – now whining and bucking against the pace of ellie’s tongue and fingers, tugging at your tits because she told you to. “oh my fucking god, fuck–”

it was crazy, how ellie could make you feel so good without even having made you cum, to the point where you’re holding her head still and fucking her face ultimately to achieve something familiar. but it was so confusing. you chased that great, overpowering crescendo. but at the same time, you would do anything – literally anything – as long as it meant that ellie would keep making you feel whatever it was that you were feeling. as long as it meant that she just didn’t fucking stop.

ellie’s eyes are deep green vultures that climb the curve of your adam’s apple, and she can’t tell if you’re getting wetter or if she’s just drooling. she is so fucking wet, she can practically feel the fabric of her briefs sticking to her sex. the partial friction on her clit everytime she shifts on the bed is enough to make her head spin, and it makes her hungrier. she loved watching you unravel as you chased the release. loved listening to how your whines shattered, loved feeling her nails grip and tug at her hair. loved watching you stir, pleading for that rush of endorphins that would make your clit spasm against her tongue, and that only made ellie more determined to fuck your juices out of you.

ellie hums approvingly around your sensitive bundle of nerves and for a moment, all that can be heard is the squelch of your juices as she keeps the pace of her fingers steady. quick, and unrelenting, against the warning-like quivering of your walls around them. the sensation is so far back – a tingling, almost. you are so eager, breath immediately quickening and eyes widening. it almost sends your body into fight-or-flight and dares to even cramp your leg. but you squirm and gasp, and your mouth hangs, and you don’t even have to say it. she can see it in your eyes the second you reach down from your tits to her hair, and you grasp, you look at her with something bordering awe, and a compilation of pleas. it’s fucking gorgeous. “e-ellie–”

“mhm.”

“e-el–oh, fuck–”

“mhm.”

“fuck!” you cry as your orgasm ripples through your clit, and then pulses through the interior of your cunt. on no front does ellie let up, tongue lapping greedily against your throbbing bundle of nerves while fucking the well-earned stream out of you with her fingers. you shake, and border on screaming – so sensitive, and yet still reeling against her every move whilst your orgasm moves through you. one pulse, and then two, and then three. an uncountable number of clenches around her soaked fingers. but ellie is greedy. devoured by pleasure, you lay stunned and shuddering,

and yet ellie doesn’t stop.

“ohmygod– fuck–” it could’ve took minutes. most likely even seconds. but at first, you felt nothing. and then, you were shuddering, and covering your own mouth. you can’t bring yourself to, but if you looked at ellie, you’d realize a couple of different things. for starters, ellie’s fingers are moving twice as fast. her mouth originally left your clit quite slowly, in tantalizing, rewarding kisses, before she sloppily replaced it with her thumb, for better or for worse. and above all, she was still looking at you. ellie never took her fucking eyes off of you.

“you have no fucking idea how hot you look right now,” you hear ellie rasp, and you gasp – maybe you did notice a difference because you could definitely tell that she put her tongue back on your clit, and it pushes you into a place of no return. you feel everything at once. her fingers against your g-spot, the hypersensitivity of your cunt in general. your whine is guttural and antsy, but ellie’s hands tighten on your thighs, refusing to let you move this time. “mm–mm, one more time,” ellie punctuates her phrase with a lick on your clit that is so subtle, and yet makes you damn near incomprehensible – “gonna let me taste you again? please? you’re so fucking pretty, let me taste you again. let me fucking taste you, baby, cum for me, just one more time–”

your orgasm trickles in like it’s harmless and unassuming. and then the fragment of her name that you so desperately reach for slips between your fingers and this time, you do scream.

your cunt convulses twice as hard around her fingers, and you feel your back try to arch. your orgasm is catastrophic. it ripples her bedsheets, cuts through the nighttime breeze, and singlehandedly shatters the peaceful chirp of crickets outside of the shed.

this part, was ellie’s favorite.

your slow descent from euphoria is parachuted by the sound of shuffling, followed by the rough pad of ellie’s thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. the warmth from her palm as it adorns the side of your face becomes more apparent as you find yourself floating into consciousness. you take it upon yourself to peer at her through your lashband. you find that ellie’s eyes are still dark, and lustful. but they have transformed into something that you could hold in your own without the crutch of pleasure. they were warm, and sincere in a different context, and within that, kind of made you blush a bit harder than you already were.

ellie – seemingly equally abashed, given her reddened cheeks – slowly rolls her lips onto themselves as if trying to bite back her smile. carefully, she pushes a section of your damp hair behind your ear, and places a subtle kiss on the corner of your lips. “hey…” ellie awkwardly chimes, and you both snicker. “hey…” your giggles fall short as ellie briefly hovers over you, and you reach up to close the gap between the two of you. the taste of salt and skin in any other context would’ve made you sick, but in this one, it just makes you delirious. her tongue flattens against yours and her hand smooths over your abdomen. you can’t help but pull her closer – as close as possible, really – by the bunched up fabric of her black t-shirt in a way that indicates this night isn’t over just yet.

“good?” ellie murmurs against your lips and you only respond by deepening the kiss, smiling in a way that ruins it. “so good. as always.” this time, it’s ellie’s turn to nearly break the kiss with a smile, to which she tries to make up for by kissing you harder. but you can’t help but chuckle at her excitement, even when she asks you what? through your flurry of giggles. you kiss her again, and eventually, both your giggles and her question are long forgotten.

“is it my turn?” you ask against her lips, and feel ellie’s brows furrow. “turn to what?” “touch you.” you pull away momentarily to look give ellie’s face a quick up and down glance, a tinge of curiosity lingering in your expression beneath the small smile on your reddened lips. “i wanna make you feel good.”

the pause is occupied by ellie dragging her tongue, and eventually her teeth, over her lower lip. she shuffles, as though to hover over you a bit more, tilting her head slightly to the left. “making you feel good makes me feel good,” your brows lift at her statement. you didn’t mean to, but you mentally quiver under the certainty of her gaze, and all words of protest that you had died on your tongue. a slight smirk that etches onto her lips as they hover back over yours, nor the way her hand takes firm hold of your upper thigh, barely pressing into the perimeter of your ass, “now, how about you shut up and kiss me again.”

( for the record, you did.

and just like everything else having to do with you at this point: that part, was also ellie’s favorite. )

#oh my god i love the way you write #THATLL MAKE UR PUSSY THROB HAHAHA #so chef kiss

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I’m not in love with my roommate, I just wanna kiss her and stuff

CollegeAU!Ellie Williams x F!Reader

True feelings come to be revealed after Y/N gets a date her roommate Ellie isn’t too keen about

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: hardcore smut, graphic depictions of lesbian sex, use of a strap on, Ellie using the strap (a warning), Top!Ellie, Bottom!Reader, filthy I mean absolutely disgusting, the gays being gays

If any minors even fucking click on this fic, I will shove forks in your eye sockets

“Were you going to Dina’s party tonight?” Ellie’s head rose from the comic in her hands, eyes finding the source of the question currently exiting the steamy dorm bathroom. Loose tee shirt covering barely-there shorts, legs on display as a hand battled a mop of wet hair with a white towel, the freckled girl found it hard to focus on just one thing.

“Yeah, why, do you need a date?” She glanced away, as Y/N bent over to grab her water bottle, lips forming a tight line.

“Um, Bethany actually invited me.” She scratched the back of her neck, ignoring the way Ellie’s forehead creased, green eyes storming over at the words, legs shifting awkwardly on the bottom bunk.

“Bethany from art history? Doesn’t she have a new girl in her bed like, every other day?” Ellie scoffed, leaning up so she was sitting on the edge of the mattress. Y/N tossed the damp towel over the open closet door, turning with an unamused glint in her eye.

“You’re one to talk. Who did I walk in on 2 night ago? Kelly? Or was her name Shannon?” Ellie’s face fell into her palms, memories of last night flooding into her mind.

“Ellie? I grabbed us some Thai from that place you like so much.” Y/N spoke as she opened the door, white bag in hand, balancing with her backpack on one shoulder. Hearing a gasp, her head shot up, wide eyes and tense jaw taking in the scene.

Some random girl lay under Ellie, legs spread, indecency on display, chest rising and falling with heavy breathes. The girl was obviously perturbed by the intrusion, grabbing Ellie’s pillow and pulling it to her chest, a glare finding it’s way to her face. Y/N could see a small pile of clothes on the floor, a pair of pink panties sitting on her math textbook.

Then her gaze found Ellie, hair pulled back in a low bun, sweat sticking the loose strands to her forehead. Her eyes were wide as well, and if Y/N was in her right mind, she’s also see the gradual panic building. Her breasts were covered by a black sports bra, fitted jeans still on with a black harness attached to her waist.

Y/N averted her gaze, trying to take her mind off the fact her roommate was silicone balls deep in some chick with tacky panties taking up residence on her math textbook. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

Heart racing, swallowing the pulse in her throat, she shut the door with slightly more force than intended, feeling the handle rattle against her palm. Despite the oddly growing pain in her chest, Y/N began her walk back down the hallway, lips pursed and hands shaking.

It shouldn’t have bothered her how much it did, is what she kept telling herself. She knew Ellie got around, half the campus knew she was a player. In fact, she’d probably been with half the girls on campus already. Although seeing it was a completely different story, and the sight now replaying in her head was quickly causing tears to well up.

“Bella I think.” Ellie mumbled into her hands, not sure if girls name was right considering how unimportant their time together was. The only thing of significance was the look on Y/N’s face, looking so crestfallen after just wanting to share a meal in their dorm. It was painful for Ellie to think about, all she had wanted to do was run after her, ignore the girl below her, yet something in her felt it would only make matters worse.

“Bella, haven’t heard of her before.” Y/N spoke as she shuffled through the closet, fingers dragging along various hanging clothes. Stopping to inspect a certain item closer, nimble hands reached for the hanger to pull out a white dress. Trotting back to the bathroom, she stepped inside dress in hand and shut the door in her wake.

Ellie couldn’t help the soft groan that fell from her lips, leaning back onto the flannel sheets of her bed, comforter already yanked all the way down. Staring up at the top bunks bed springs, she let her eyes fall shut. Listening intently, she could hear the faintest sounds of Y/N moving about, what sounded like a plastic hanger landing on the bathroom sink. She could almost imagine what was happening behind closed doors. Shirt folding over her head to reveal soft breasts, cotton shorts dropping to exploit the fact that she had decided against wearing any underwear.

Ellie felt her face begin to heat up, throat bobbing as her mind gave way to lewd images. Y/N pulling whatever she had chosen over her delicate skin, covering her most sensitive places always hidden away from view. She could envision how Y/N would struggle to zip it up, hands reaching behind in vein with a frustrated pout. Ellie’s jean clad thighs pressed together, wanting nothing more than to run her hands over Y/N’s bare-

“Can you help me with this El?” Y/N spoke from the bathroom, pushing the door open with a free hand. Ellie shot up with flushed cheeks, making her way over. Entering the bathroom, she was met with a back, Y/N’s back to be specific as she held the dress still against the front of her form. Swallowing heavily, Ellie tried not to take stock of the fact that Y/N clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, or that she could see the dimples towards the bottom of her spine.

“Yeah, no problem.” Her voice was low, rough and slightly raspy as she pressed one hand to the fabric, the other pulling up on the zipper. Slowly, she begin zipping up the back of the dress, hot breath fanning over Y/N’s shoulders and neck, causing the girl to squirm under the sensations. Unfortunately the bathroom was still steamy from when Y/N had showered 10 minutes ago, fogging up the mirror and dewing the walls. Maybe it was that, or the fact that both the girls seemed to be lost in their own worlds, but it felt as if the room was heating up by the minute.

“There, done.” Ellie spoke, her chin nearly resting on Y/N’s shoulder blade. Turning around, the tattooed girl felt the wind knocked from her lungs at the sight before her. Sure, she’d seen Y/N in this particular dress before, but that wasn’t the point. She could be wearing a bag made of onion skin, and Ellie would still have to quell her racing heart.

“You look gorgeous, Bethany’s a lucky girl.” Ellie smiled, despite how uncomfortable she felt saying those words. She was waiting for a smile to grace Y/N’s features, to thank her for the compliment. All she received was a small smile, unnatural and only lasting a few seconds before she looked down at her bare feet.

“Tell me I’m just imagining things.” Y/N whispered, head hanging with flushed cheeks. Ellie could feel the small twitch in her fingers, a lump forming in her throat once more.

“Tell me what I’ve been feeling is all in my head, that I’m just hallucinating when I catch you looking at me like that.” Her voice trailed off, waiting for Ellie to say something, anything.

“Like what?” Ellie’s voice was still low, heavy and dripping with an indescribable emotion.

“Like you’re imagining me naked.” Y/N mumbled, unable to look up until she felt a hand lifting her jaw, setting it straight. At this level, Ellie and her eyes were locked, both brimming with something unspoken. Then her green eyes glanced down, flicking to her lips before refocusing. Y/N felt her body heat under the gaze, almost melting into Ellie’s warm palm.

“Do you really think I walk around in little to nothing just because? I like feeling your eyes on me.” She concluded, embarrassed at her confession but feeling oddly confident until Ellie’s predator stare. What caught her off guard was the way she was suddenly pushed back into the sink’s edge, gasping at how Ellie had moved her hands to roughly grasp at her hips. Pelvis flush to Y/N’s, Ellie’s breathing tickled over her lips, parting them with a shaky exhale.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” Ellie chuckles, pressing her chest against Y/N’s as she leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “Tell me I’m imagining the way your face falls when I tell you I won’t be back for the night.”

Y/N gasped at the sensation of Ellie teasingly biting at her lobe, tongue running over the earring through it.

“You know, whenever I’m with another girl, I always pretend it’s you. What your pussy would feel like, how you’d moan out my name, how wet you’d be on my face.” Ellie purred, pausing for a minute as she felt the girl beneath her body freeze. Wondering if she crossed a line, she moved back an inch to look down, nose flaring at the sight. Y/N was avoiding her gaze at all costs, face impossibly crimson down to her neck, thighs pressed together it a lock. But what caught Ellie’s attention most was her eyes, pupils so dilated it was difficult to even see the ring of color left around it. Breaths coming in heavy pants, chest pressing against hers with each inhale, Ellie shifted her hands under the white fabric to caress bare hips.

“Fuck, nothing underneath?” Ellie hissed, controlling the urge to just shove her fingers right up between her soft thighs. Y/N could only nod pathetically, letting out a whine that went straight to Ellie’s core with a throb. A whine that became a squeak when rough hands curled behind her thighs and lifted her up, instinctively wrapping her legs around Ellie’s slim waist. It was a quick trip from the bathroom back into their shared room, tracing over to the bottom bunk. As Ellie went to place her down, the girl clung to her neck, digging her face in the side of it, Ellie could only let out breathy chuckle at the action.

“Don’t worry, I changed the sheets.” She laughed before plopping the girl in her arms down, immediately moving so that her thighs went under Y/N’s, hands on either side of the girls waist. Grabbing her jaw gently, Ellie positioned it to her face, gaze unwavering.

“I need to know you want this.” She spoke much more calm than before, eyes serious, to the point. The last thing Ellie wanted was to ruin her friendship, well, she actually did want that. But amongst all the girls she’d brought to bed, none of them ever meant nearly as much as the one currently laying on it. They were all ways to pass the time, a distraction from what she really wanted to do, who she actually wanted to be with. It was different when there was actual feelings involved.

“I want this. Ellie, El, I want this so much.” Y/N whispered, pulling the girl forward with palms pressed to her cheeks, leaning in until their lips were a mere hairs length away. That’s when Ellie realized how nervous she was, the sudden gathering of sweat on her palms, the way her arms shook, legs trembling ever so slightly, breathes coming out more erratic than minutes prior. She’d never had the pleasure of kissing Y/N before, no matter how much the thought had consumed her mind.

“Please.” Was all Y/N could muster before Ellie was pressing their lips together, savoring the way the girl under her let out a sigh of content, arms winding around her neck. Bodies pressed against one another, Ellie let the world outside of their little bubble fade out. She didn’t know how much a kiss could mean, what it could do to her body. Normally it was just lips pressing to lips, nothing more nothing less. Yet in this moment, heart beating into her rib cage, mind fuzzy, gripping at the flannel sheets, she knew this was more than just a kiss. Pulling back, she was quick to smile as her face was immediately pulled back, lips chasing her own. Thumbing at the girls cheekbones, Ellie managed to hold her off.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous to kiss someone before.” She chuckled, eyes still shut, foreheads nudging together. Y/N laughed in response, now that opened her eyes. Looking down at the girl with glossy eyes and bright smile, white teeth on display.

“Finding my suffering funny?” She nosed her cheek, breathing in the way it only made the girl laugh harder.

“No, I’m just really happy right now.” Y/N thought aloud, humming as Ellie placed delicate kisses to the side of her face. She’d always seen the gentle side of Ellie, despite how standoffish the girl seemed around others. In a way, it warmed her heart to be the only one experiencing this level of intimacy. Pushing Ellie back, she held down another laugh at the way the girl huffed, face pouting like a child would. Of course that expression was quickly erased as she leaned forward, one hand caressing her tattoo, her mouth beside Ellie’s face.

“Can you help me out of this dress?” She kissed at the freckled girls cheek, drawing back to stare up. Ellie shifted her body, one leg standing on the carpeted floor, the other with its knee perched on the sheets. Smirk quickly finding its way on her beautiful face, Ellie reached down to wind her arms around Y/N’s back, finding to zipper almost instantly. Y/N reacted by scooting forward, thighs on either side of Ellie’s knee yet not pressing into it, face coming to rest against Ellie’s clothed chest. Listening to the way the girls heart was racing, grinning into the fabric.

Slowly but surely the dress was unzipped, dropping to reveal bare breasts and torso, bunching up over her more sensitive privates and hips. Ellie stayed in her position a bit longer, relishing every breath she felt, each grasp of Y/N’s fingers to her hoodie.

“All good?” She asked once more, slipping in a sweet peck to the crown of Y/N’s head.

“All good.” Ellie watched as Y/N dropped back down, body hitting the sheets with a quiet thud. Sucking in a harsh inhale at the way her breasts jiggled, dress only covering between her thighs with thin layers of messily wrinkled fabric. Rough hands went to caress Y/N’s rib cage, thumbs rubbing circles right beneath her breasts.

“So pretty.” Ellie mumbled absentmindedly, not noticing the way it made a the small flush deepen on the girls face. Running her fingers over the mounds of soft flesh, Ellie took pleasure in the way Y/N arched into the touch. Delicate squeezes, the roll of her palms dug into her nipples, hardening under the delightful sensations filling her body. Silent pants left puffy lips, eyes locking on Ellie’s face that was focused on her movements.

“Can I?” She moved her mouth to Y/N’s neck, nibbling at the tender skin, licking over the flesh to soothe the small sting it created. Kissing her way down the girls collar bone, the quiet, “yes”, answered her question. Lips pressing into the skin above one of her breasts, her tongue peeked out to languidly run it along her nipple, humming into the skin. The vibrations searing through her chest caused her legs to spasm lightly, thighs moving to press together. Although they were stopped by the firm leg in between, jean clad knee so close to her core it sent shivers up her spine. Quiet moans, breathy sighs continued to spill from her mouth, hands reaching to pull at the back of Ellie’s hoodie.

“Take it off, please.” Y/N proceeded to tug at it more, pulling a snort from Ellie who reluctantly moved away to yank it over her head. The process loosened the bun by the nape of her neck, hairs falling to frame her face.

“You’re so pretty.” She kissed at Ellie’s exposed stomach, fingers playing with the hem of her black sports bra. A small sliver of Ellie’s boxers could be seen, bringing a sly smile to the tattooed girls face.

“You’re the prettiest babe.” She leaned in for another kiss, lips wet from previously licking at the girls chest. Running her tongue over Y/N’s bottom lip, she smirked into her mouth as she opened wide, her own tongue jutting out to meet in a passionate battle. Sloppy noises filled the small room as they swapped spit, a small trail of salvia slipping from the sides of Y/N’s mouth. Leaning further forward, Ellie’s clothed knee pressed against the girls folds, forcing a sharp moan of surprise from her mouth. Ellie only drank up the sound before pulling back entirely, a line of spit connecting both of their lips. Y/N felt heat rush downward at the look on her face, pupils completely dilated, an indescribable hunger plastered to her normally relaxed features.

“I was going to be gentle, but I don’t think I can anymore, I’ve been waiting for this for too long.” A tattooed forearm pushed Y/N back into the creaking mattress, yanking her down until her ass was on the edge of the bed, legs loosely hanging off. Although the awkward position didn’t last long when Ellie lifted both thighs onto her shoulders, pushing the white fabric over Y/N’s bellybutton. Kneeling like she was in prayer, the look on the freckled girls face was so dangerous it was borderline feral, licking now cold salvia from her lips, eyes scanning the body laid out before her like it was a feast.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to shove my tongue in someone so badly, fuck.” Ellie mumbled into the plush of Y/N’s left thigh, roughly taking the skin between her teeth, hard enough to leave a line of teeth marks. The action pulled a gasp from the girls lips, hand coming down to slap at one of Ellie’s that had a death grip on her leg.

“Oh fuck! El, please.” She whimpered like a depraved slut, nearly surprising herself at how desperate her voice came out. Although it didn’t surprise Ellie, who was only spurred on by the response she was getting. Fingers gripping deeper in her thighs, she scooted a few inches forward on her knees, face wedging between her legs. Arms hooking under, she managed to move her thumbs to the girls folds, thumbs on either one and opening them. Ellie didn’t know she could get this wet simply looking at a pussy, although she should’ve known considering she could only ever reach a climax imagining this exact sight. Ellie couldn’t bring her eyes from the glistening cunt inches away, visible even in the dimly lit room, she placed a teasing kiss right above her clit.

“Perfect.” Ellie whispered, tongue running over the expanse between her legs, before it was being shoved right into her tight hole. Head thrown back in pleasure, Ellie chuckled into her cunt at the drawn out, filthy moan she received, appreciatively burying her face deeper. Tongue thrusting in and out, her nose pressed deliciously into the girls clit, thighs closing around her head like a buffer from the rest of the world. Right then and there, as slick walls gripped her tongue, creamy white slick dripping down her chin, the body above her writhing and moaning whorishly like a bitch in heat, she decided she’d be okay with suffocating in this exact spot.

“Fucking delicious baby, you taste so good.” Ellie pulled away to fuck her with dirty words, smiling at the gasp she was served with. Y/N peered down, breath caught her throat at the primal look in Ellie’s eyes as her tongue resumed its position deep inside. The sounds resonating from her sopping pussy combined with the wet muscle sliding in and out was absolutely obscene. Not only did the noise and way Ellie was moaning into her hole get her body trembling, but also how the girl currently eating her out was rutting her pelvis into the wooden bed frame, seemingly unconsciously so.

Hands flailing to grasp the wrinkled bed sheets, she didn’t bother covering her mouth as moan after gasp and deep pant left her, wanting Ellie to know how she was making her feel. As it seemed to motivate the girl between her, one of her legs fell open as her orgasm began to build, the other thigh still resting on Ellie’s shoulder. Unbeknownst to her, this action further excited the girl eating her out, a rough hand coming down on the exposed space of her thigh with a sharp slap of skin on skin. Eyes shooting open, she glanced down, teary eyes meeting green ones that were already focused on her, hand massaging the place currently stinging.

“Do that again, please, fuck!” Y/N panted, unable to look away as Ellie pulled her hand away to slap it back down, once, twice, eyes locked on their target. Through a bleary gaze, she could make out Ellie digging her face in impossibly closer, shaking her head side to side as she continued to slap her reddening thigh.

“Shit! Ellie, please don’t stop!” Y/N gasped out, feeling the tingling in her spine build, caught off guard as Ellie’s free hand moved to her clit, rubbing harsh circles that had her seeing flashes of white. Head rolling back along with her eyes, she was about ready to tip over the edge.

“Yeah baby, I want you to come with my tongue in your pussy.” Ellie rasped, sounding just as used, voice near hoarse as her dark gaze scanned Y/N’s abused hole, fluttering and waiting for her tongue to finish the job. Forcing it past tightening walls, Ellie shook her head once more, watching Y/N’s body topple over the edge of reality. A silent scream passed the girls lips, back arching off the bed, calling Ellie’s name with tears now streaming down her red face.

Ellie only remained on her knees, mouth lavishing her through the climax, humming as cum flowed onto her tongue, licking up every drop her pussy delivered. Eyes carefully watching how Y/N’s heavy breathing quieted, a thin layer of sheen now on her skin, body relaxing into the comfort of the mattress, Ellie propped back on her heels. Warm palms caressing the inside of her thighs, Y/N incoherently spoke words of soft gratitude, sinking into the gentle sensations.

“Absolutely beautiful, so gorgeous and all for me yeah?” Ellie spoke as she moved from the ground, running her hands over Y/N’s lightly sweaty sides, feeling her shiver beneath each run over her fingers. She slowly opened her eyes, looking up to see Ellie looking down at her with adoration and something else she wasn’t entirely sure of. Affectionately grasping Y/N’s hand, she pulled it to her lips, kissing each knuckle with sincerity.

“How about you?” Y/N purred, still slightly out of it but not enough to tug at Ellie’s belt loops. This pulled a laugh from the girl above, reaching up to tuck a loose hair behind her ear.

“We both know who the top in this relationship is. Not to mention, the feeling of you around my tongue was enough for me to come as well.” Ellie chuckled as the girl blushed crimson, immediately noting how she squirmed, wetness once again building between her legs. Forearms caging in on either side of her head, Ellie leaned in for a kiss, quickly pushing her tongue into the girls mouth. The taste of her release, mixed with a sense of urgency had Y/N willing to do anything to be at her mercy again.

“Can I fuck you with a strap?” Ellie muttered into her mouth, brows furrowing when the girl abruptly yanked away, expression sour. Although it shifted into a small pout.

“No, you used it on that girl.” Y/N stated, distaste in her voice, jealousy bitter on the palate. Ellie pressed her lips to the girls hairline before breathing in the sweet scent of her fruity shampoo.

“I have one I’ve never used, I actually only bought it with the hope I’d be able to use it on you.” Ellie spoke with something in her tone akin to embarrassment, looking down at Y/N with flushed cheeks and a shy purse to her lips.

“Oh.” She replied thoughts swimming with internal joy as the words began to float mindlessly in her head. Chest warm with fuzzies, she nudged Ellie’s jaw with her nose, breathing in her cologne.

“Then yes, I’d like that very much.” Despite both of the girls frozen against one another, the silence of the dorm, and the muffled sounds of students walking about on campus, it surprisingly wasn’t awkward. In fact if this were some kind of hyper reality, there would probably be flowers floating about the room, a soft pink glow against the walls, eyes filled with hearts. Ellie patted the girls waist once, fingers gripping the skin for a second, lips pressing to Y/N’s for a peck.

Moving off from the bed, Y/N laid back as she watched Ellie slightly stumble to their closet, laughing into her hand at the sight. Ellie only grumbled, reaching for a box above the hangers of clothes below. Pulling the dress over her head, she tossed it at the back of Ellie, grin wide as the girl turned in surprise, now holding a medium size, black box. Green eyes wide at Y/N now laying out naked, save for the thin flannel sheet covering skin from the greedy gaze. Plonking the box down on their desk, she lifted the lid to reveal a black, silicone cock, excitement bursting behind her eyes at the images beginning to flood her mind. Jeans dropping to her ankles, she kicked her legs free of them, now only standing in her underwear.

“Checkered boxers. How butch of you.” Y/N teased from her spot, taking pride in the way Ellie’s lips tugged into a grin. Shimming the leather harness up her body, and tightening it just enough to her hips, she turned back to Y/N who seemed to shrink back at the size staring her way.

“It doesn’t bite.” Ellie joked, walking over as the fake cock jumped with the each movement.

“But I know for a fact that you do.” Y/N shot back, earning another hearty laugh from the girl about to destroy her. Slowly slipping the sheet from her indecency, Ellie’s nostrils flared at the girl spreading her legs, everything was on display for her to see. Kneeling in, the silicone cock pressed hard against her wet folds, sucking in a breath as Ellie palmed her breast.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?” She whispered, gently tugging at the back of the girls body. Y/N nodded weakly, legs trembling with anticipation as she got up and into position as requested, feeling Ellie’s fingers moving to the skin of her stomach from behind. It was definitely nerve inducing, unable to see what Ellie was looking at, what kind of face she was making, what would happen next. She was completely at her mercy, and she couldn’t help but love every second of it.

“Perfect, all exposed for only me to see.” Ellie’s rough voice cut through the silence and heavy breathing, tone dipping back into that of lust. Dragging her tongue over her bottom lip, Ellie pulled it between her teeth, gaze dark at the girl before her presenting herself so openly. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, unable to keep waiting patiently as she slumped forward onto her cheek, back arching, tits resting against the sheets. Gulping down the sliver of self doubt she felt, Y/N peered behind from her spot, eyes locking on Ellie’s gaze, slowly shaking her ass and pressing it back onto the silicone.

“El, please.” The girl spoke low, lewd as she gauged how Ellie didn’t waste a second before delving back into her pussy.

“Fuck!” Y/N bit into the sheets, feeling Ellie lick a harsh line from her clit to her dripping hole, tongue only dipping in for a second as a hand came down on her ass cheek, the sound echoing throughout room. Then there was the blunt tip of cold silicone pressing to her hot flesh, moaning as she began to grind back into the cool feeling of it prodding away. Ellie chuckled lowly, ambitions high as she dragged the toy up and down, from her clit to her ass, spreading the creamy wetness.

“Here we go.” Ellie spoke as she leaned her chest to Y/N’s back, littering soft kisses to her shoulder blades. Warmth filled her tummy as the hard silicone slow but surely began to enter her pussy, so tight she was wavering on the worry it would tear her open. Luckily the wetness aided in adjusting to the harsh stretch, not to mention Ellie’s soft kisses still pressing lovingly to the skin of her back. Although the gentle nature of her actions were quickly subsided once she sighed into the mattress, fully absorbed in the moment and finally content with the way the cock sat inside her.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Ellie rasped, her weight against Y/N disappearing before two warm palms were gripping at the meat of her hips. The cock dragged agonizingly slow from her pussy, a loud squelch filling the air before Ellie snapped forward, hips flush against Y/N’s ass.

“Oh fuck! Ellie!” She yelped as the girl behind her began to thrust at a steady speed, the force so harsh it caused her to lurch forward. Body shaking at the heavenly prodding of the cock against her overly sensitive walls, clamping down as it dragged in and out, pushing back with more ferocity than the last. Ellie found herself grunting in pace, eyes glued to the way the black cock revealed a creamy white coating between thrusts, the way Y/N’s ass was jiggling, the arch in her back moving in time to grind down. It was filthy, the noises the girl beneath her was making, perfectly complimenting the wet sounds her pussy was suctioning in the toy.

“Does that feel good pretty girl?” Ellie grunted, sounding very similar to a wild animal claiming their prey, voice close to a snarl. Y/N could merely gasp in response, feeling the cock poke continuously at her cervix, rendering her unable to speak, “Yeah, am I making my gorgeous girl feel good?”

“You look so fucking good sucking my dick in, I can see everything from back here baby.” Ellie went on, her words aiding the orgasm building in Y/N’s tummy, feeling her arms turn to jelly. A rough hand reached around and up to press into the skin beneath her belly button, fingers dancing over the bulge the large cock created against her body. Pads pushing at the delicate skin, Y/N gasped out of shock, closed eyes shooting open to whip back at Ellie, cheek still on the mattress.

“Yeah, just like that.” Ellie mumbled, hand moving south to play with the girls swollen, pink clit. Instead of sharp circles, she pinched the nub, drawing a scream from Y/N’s lips, although it was cut short by a hand slapping over her mouth from behind. Ellie’s slightly sweaty palm muffled her voice, moaning shielded by the rough grasp on her face. Tears poured from her glossy eyes, rolling over Ellie’s fingers.

“I want you to come on my dick. Can you do that?” The sweetness in her voice was causing whiplash, so very different from the way her bottom half was ramming against her. All she could do was muffle a cry, clamping down on the toy inside, body spasming as she went limp, the only thing keeping her up was Ellie’s other hand on her stomach.

“That’s so hot, fuck.” Ellie seemed to say to herself, pulling the cock out with a wet pop to prop up on one knee, burying her face into Y/N’s soaking pussy.

“Mmm,” Ellie’s eyes closed as she delved in her tongue out, fingers hooking into her ass cheeks to pull them apart, staring down at her hard work. Licking from Y/N’s clit to her pussy, gathering all the wetness she had a hand in creating. Pulling back with a lidded gaze she watched, chuckling as Y/N fell sideways onto the sheets, out of it and body loose like a rag doll.

“That felt amazing but,” Y/N spoke with her nose dug into the comforter, holding back a grin at how Ellie’s face dropped at the implication that it could’ve been better. Leaning on sore forearms, she wrapped her arms around Ellie’s neck, playing with the damp strands loosened by their activities, “Now I really want you to scissor me.”

“Oh yeah?” Ellie smirked, gaining every bit of confidence back in seconds. Smug face held as she moved to tear off the harness, pulling her boxers down in one swift motion, sports bra thrown over her head, eagerness drawing a giggle from Y/N. Moving back so she was now laying against Ellie’s pillows, she tried taking in deep breathes to calm at how the toned girl before her was slotting herself between her legs.

“Can’t wait to have your perfect pussy against mine.” Ellie stated so confidently it drove Y/N to reach up, pulling the girl down to meet their lips in a heated kiss. Tongues out and battling, sloppy with teeth clinking together, Ellie moved one leg over Y/N’s, both girls moaning into each other’s mouthes as their folds caressed one another. Pushing deeper, Ellie’s lips faltered as their clits bumped together, wetness mixing messily against their inner thighs.

“Fuck baby, so wet for me.” Ellie touched her forehead to Y/N’s, one hand on her hip, the other propped up on the pillow her head lay on. Y/N caught her lips, gentle movements between their mouthes contrasting the rough way Ellie was plowing their pussies together, each others moans drowned out in the swipe of a tongue, puffy lips connected by a layer of salvia. The wet noises from between their legs competing with their faces, basically devouring each other at this point. Ellie angled her jaw, pushing Y/N deeper into the pillow, hand reaching to play with Ellie’s low bun.

“Come on doll, you have one more in you.” She gasped, eyes wild as she stared down into Y/N’s, licking her bottom lip before biting down on it. The girl beneath her moaned at the nickname, sucking on her tongue. The two bodies moving in tandem began trembling, trickles of pleasure running up their spines, lips locking as the orgasm washed over. Ellie fell forward, catching herself on one hand before laying to the side, pulling half of Y/N’s sweaty, naked body onto hers. Tattooed arm wrapped around her still trembling shoulders, Ellie leaned down to place a butterfly kiss on her cheek.

“That was-“

“Incredible.” Y/N huffed out, nosing Ellie’s sharp jaw with underlining affection. The girl holding her grinned in appreciation at the action, arm tightening around her.

“You know, most roommates don’t fuck.” Y/N whispered, absentmindedly tracing over Ellie’s tattoo. The girl hummed, glancing down for a second.

“No, but girlfriends do.” At this Y/N shot up, wobbling for a second on weak arms before a bright smile took over her face. She shifted so she was laying on Ellie’s chest, breasts squished together.

“Fucking finally!” Y/N laughed into the girls neck, relishing the way the body beneath hers rumbled with contagious laughter of its own, arms coming up to wrap around her back.

“Fucking finally.”

Did y’all enjoy? Are you horny now? Good.

#i am fucking SOAKED #OH MY GOD #THIS WAS AMAZING #thank you 🛐

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an Ellie x reader smut with tooth rotting fluff based off the song Coffee by Miguel. FINNA GET IT OUT IN A COUPLE DAYS I SWEAR IM WRITING LIKE A MANIAC RN

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koitrash · 2 years

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me when i find joel crying on his porch after the dance cos ellie was mean to him again

#i think i'm fucking hilarious #that scene makes me so upset #it's ON SIGHT for ellie #imma BEAT her ass then imma EAT her ass #i'm sorry

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Hiiiii so i'm not sure if anyone has noticed but i deleted Insomniac not because there was anything wrong with it but i think i'll keep it as a personal project until it's finished.

lately i've been hating every single thing i've written and that included Insomniac. I've hated it so much that i have no motivation to finish but i still feel this pressure to continue with it even though it brings me no joy and only fills me with dread. I stopped enjoying writing. i don't like posting. i barely even read.

I am a slower writer than i was before. i used to put fics out every week or so and im sorry i cant do that anymore. For now on i will take my time and actually post fics i liked and am proud of. So im sorry if it takes longer now but i'll post Insomniac when it's completely finished i pinky swear. but i am also known for being a wee bit of a liar so maybe not HAHAHAHA sorry not funny

#srs post #surprising bc i'm never serious

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tan lines [ ellie williams ]

SUMMARY ─ ellie catches sight of your tan lines in a swimsuit.

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, very strong language, nsfw themes so minors dni! strong sex inc. very graphic depictions of fingering and oral sex (f. receiving), some degradation, (name calling + a little bit of overstimulation) mentions of spit but not that much + top!ellie.

WORD COUNT ─ 5.7k

author’s note ─ please excuse my language, but buckle the fuck up!!! because not only does this take place on the farm, (YES. yes. you heard me right!!!) but ellie fucks you until you’re almost dumb on the kitchen table, so i’m gonna need you to take a few deep breaths before you continue… okay. this is absolutely filthy so don’t say i didn’t warn you!! i read through this a couple of times so i’m hoping there aren’t any mistakes, but. there probably are. alright, enjoy yourselves! <3

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#that'll make ur pussy throb #SO CHEF KISS

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Breathing Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 2.3 k

Warnings: MDNI pls and thank. Umm, Cursing. Smut. Overstim. Squirting. Prolly some typos. Little bit of fluff at the end because I personally needed that.

A/N: I dunno I genuinely feel like this is super tame as far as smut goes. But that could also be because I've read some straight filth so who knows really.

Emotions had run high that night. While you didn’t necessarily regret kissing Ellie, you regretted seeing that look on her face right before you left. She had looked…physically pained, as if you loving her was such a burden. And maybe it was. But one thing you knew for sure was that you’d make sure that it’d be your burden to bear from now on and yours alone.

You go back to your regularly scheduled program of avoiding one another. You busy yourself with volunteer work and even some patrols. Anything to keep yourself occupied, really.

There’s a difference now though, that difference being that you've stopped seeing Ellie with other girls.

You thought it was just a coincidence or wishful thinking on your part until Dina confirms that Ellie hasn't been going out.

“All she does is patrols and then goes home to play that damn guitar. I can’t even get her to come out with me.” Dina tells you one day over dinner.

You want to smile at that because truly, some part of you feels vindicated. Well good, I hope she's fucking miserable.

But then….the other part of you worries.

The part of you that still loves that foul-mouthed, gorgeous, strong woman.

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You’re home settling into bed for the night when you hear a knock on your door. You rush to open it thinking it could only be urgent if someone was coming by so late.

However, when you open the door, there’s no emergency, no panic, no nothing.

Just Ellie, with her arms crossed over her chest, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She looks nervous and you stare at her for a second before stepping aside allowing her to come in. She takes a seat at your dining table but you stay standing, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You gonna make me ask why you’re here or-?”

The furrow that had been set in her brow when you’d first opened the door creases even more and you’re fighting the urge to smooth it out with your fingers when she decides to stand up, facing you. She takes a deep breath before finally saying, “I guess….I got scared.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Keep going.”

She swallows then, fiddling with her fingers, shaking her head and looking down at her shoes. “I dunno y/n, I just….I look at you and I know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you and then…I don’t know why but somehow that makes losing you feel inevitable.”

“El-”

“I love you.” She says suddenly, with a fierceness usually reserved for those unlucky enough to get on her bad side. “And I loved you when you told me.”

You shake your head slowly, tears welling in your eyes because no, you cannot do this again. You couldn't allow yourself to be hurt by her again.

“I’m not lying to you.” She continues, tears lining those green eyes. “I’ve never lied to you before except when I didn’t say it back and I fucking swear I will never do it again.”

You stare at her in disbelief because truly, this was the last thing you’d thought she’d have come here to say. But that was Ellie. Unpredictable and yet constant, reliable. Strong and yet so fragile. The bane of your existence and yet the most fucking welcome thorn in your side.

You take a shaky breath. “Ellie..” You start, bringing your fingertips to brush a stray tear from her cheeks, “You’re an absolute terror.”

She smiles despite herself turning to kiss your wrist, “Sounds like a you problem.”

“I suppose it is.”

And just like that, your mouth finds hers like oxygen. You’re practically vibrating against her then, wanting to be as close as possible after being apart for so long. Ellie, just as needy, kisses you hard and hungry. She bites at your lips and when you gasp into her mouth she swears she doesn’t know how she could’ve fooled herself into thinking she could ever deny having you.

You pull away, letting your lips skim down her neck before settling on the spot you knew would get you into trouble of the best kind, licking it and then sucking it between your teeth.

“Fuck.” You hear her groan into your neck, her hands on your hips hips tightening, “You just can’t behave, can you?”

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There was nothing like Ellie when she had a point she needed to make or some sort of goal in mind. Hyper-focused and relentless, she'd go out of her way to finish what she started. And right now that trait was what drove her to continue teasing you until you had started begging for her to touch you. She had marked you everywhere and now you watched as a new mark, pretty and purple blooms on your inner right thigh. Ellie runs a thumb over her handiwork looking like the perfect picture of someone simply, unbothered. Meanwhile you felt like you were going to die if she didn’t touch you where you needed.

“Ellie.”

The sound of you pleading for her breaks Ellie from her trance and her gaze lifts to meet yours from between your legs. She knows you’re soaking there, soft and so so ready. She knows and yet, with it being so long since she'd had you like this, she was going to take her sweet time. Her fingers trails up and down your bare heat, and your body shivers in excitement because fucking finally. You’re so wet already that you can literally hear it when Ellie takes two fingers parting you open, the cold air hitting you causing you to shiver slightly. "My poor baby...this where you need me?"

She kisses up your thighs and then once she’s locked eyes with you, dips in for a taste. Her tongue, warm and soft, licks fat stripes up and down your slit and you bite your lip, stifling a moan. You always made the attempt to be quiet, something Ellie accepted as a challenge. You didn't want anyone else to hear, but Ellie...she didn't give a fuck. She loved making you lose control. Fact was, hearing you moaning her name for the entire neighborhood to hear turned her on beyond measure, because she knew, it was her getting the front row seat this. You, grasping at the sheets, eyes dilated, lips slightly parted, propped up on your elbows to watch her she licked you open.

She takes mercy on you, dragging her tongue up, finding your clit and circling it with her tongue until your hips jump off the bed from the sensation. You suddenly feel a sharp sting on your left thigh from where Ellie had slapped, the sting sending a fresh wave of wetness to your core. “Be fuckin’ still or I stop.”

You whine, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded in that moment, but still nodding quickly so that she'd continue. She laps at your clit in earnest now and you want so badly to grind your hips upward, grind into her mouth really, until you came. But no, she physically wouldn’t allow that. Her slightly calloused hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh of them to prevent you from moving. Her mouth focuses on your clit, alternating between flattening her tongue against it and sucking and it’s when she hollows her mouth and sucks hard that you bite your lip so hard you think you almost break skin. "Oh my fucking god," you moan, feeling yourself getting close. Ellie knows this too, which is why she stops. You whine in frustration as she comes up to kiss you, her middle finger lazily circling your clit, just enough to keep you warm but not enough for you to come. “Ellie please. Be nice”

She drags your clit between two fingers as she kisses you again feeling you moan into her mouth. You can feel her grinning against your lips before she pulls back and says, “What do you mean - I'm always nice.”

“Now, you wanna come on my mouth-” She kisses you once more, “or my fingers?”

You didn't fucking care. You just wanted something, anything, you just wanted.

“I need an answer baby.” She murmurs as she mouths up your jaw. Her fingers rub between your pussy lips, collecting the wetness there before lightly slapping against your cunt. “Fuck, your mouth Ellie." You gasp out at the sensation, "I want your mouth.”

Ellie hums, satisfied with your answer, and returns back to your waiting pussy, curling her hands around your thighs. This time around she wastes no time. She greedily sucks your clit into her mouth, sucking it so hard that your head shoots off the pillow. You catch the devilish glint in her eyes as she moans against you, the vibrations of her mouth too much and yet everything you need all at once. Her tongue slides inside you, taking you by surprise and you gasp, feeling her warm and wet inside you. “S-shit,” You struggle to form words now, and Ellie, reading your body like a book only she knows, can tell you’re close. She can feel it in the way your heels dig into her back, in the way your stomach clenches as you hold your breath. She returns to sucking on your clit, tugging it slightly with her lips, as she nudges her middle finger gently inside you. You cry out from the added penetration, the sound of your voice spurring Ellie on, the pace of her finger increasing. “Yea, you gonna cum all over my face baby?” You nod frantically, feeling your pussy clamp down around her finger as you come then, gasping out her name, moaning loud and unabashedly now as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

Ellie watches as your body trembles from your orgasm before coming up for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She mouths down your neck, allowing you to catch your breath, but only for a moment before she drags her fingers down over your sensitive clit. You whimper, body jolting as you begin grasping at her forearm but to no avail. Before you know it she's spreading your pussy slipping one and then shortly after, another finger inside. Your pussy stretches taking her in easily, and then, knuckles deep she starts fucking those fingers up into you eliciting cries of protest from your lips.

“Oh my fuck, Ellie w–wait,” Your protest only encourages her. Her head comes to rest in the crook of your neck and you literally feel the vibrations of her laughter rattling in your bones as she says, “Thought you wanted me nice. This is me bein’ nice baby.”

Her fingers curl, finding that spot she knew would take you over the edge with ease and they don’t stop. If anything she quickens her pace, feeling your soaking wet cunt starting to tighten around her fingers.

“Ell-Ellie! M’gonna make a mess, fuck fuck” You were so fucking close, the obscene squelch of your cunt deafening in your ears. “Do you hear yourself? Fuck baby, you’re dripping down the back of my fucking hand.” Ellie rasps in your ear, sounding just as wrecked as you were. Her free hand comes to grip the back of your neck, leveling your gaze with her own. You look at her pitiful and completely at her mercy feeling the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching again. And that's all she wanted, to watch as you lost yourself around her fingers, and you, you wanted to give that to her. You could be good, you could be good for her. And after a particularly deep thrust of her fingers, your body spasms, eyes rolling back with white-hot pleasure so good it almost hurts and you come, spilling and spilling amidst Ellie’s praise against your lips.

You don't know how much time goes by, but when you open your eyes, vision fuzzy, all you can say is, “Fucking hell.”

“Mmm hmm,” Ellie agrees from beside you, “you always sound so good, so pretty.” She kisses your nose, your cheeks, and eyes. A tenderness that was usually reserved for when you both were completely sated. Hence why you stop her, a single finger pressed against her lips before they can meet yours. “Uh uh, we’re not done.”

“You can go again?” She asks, doubt clearly evident in her voice. “Your legs are still shaking babe.”

“Make no mistake, I can’t feel my legs. But my mouth works just fine.”

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After cleaning up, you’re truly boneless and tired. Ellie lays back to you, your body curled like a koala around her own. You move the hair covering the back of her neck and press a kiss there, three words bubbling up to your lips again and although you know they are safe to say now, you hesitate.

They spill out anyways, and as soon as they do Ellie turns over on her back and her eyes, turned a honeyed citrine from the candlelight, find yours. You place your hand on her cheek, running your thumb over the freckles there until she takes it, kissing your palm before the four words that mean everything leave them with ease against the skin there. As easy as breathing.

A goofy grin spreads across your face and you bury your face in her neck, suddenly feeling shy. You feel her laughing underneath you and soon you're joining her. Eventually, once your giggles subside, you finally rest, curling your body back around hers with just the sound of her breath to lull you to sleep.

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