oh. my. god. you are a literal genius. hell yeah

subtop!ellie always loves to give you what you want. she craves it—lives for it— but tonight, her own need is clawing its way to the surface, tightening low in her gut. the relentless friction of the harness against her swollen clit only makes it worse. the leather between her thighs is practically soaked, sticking to her flushed skin.

'baby,' she whimpers, voice thin and needy.

you groan, shushing her with a roll of your hips, fucking yourself back on the thick, slick length of the pretty clear pink silicone. it hits so deep like this— right where you need it. the stretch and fullness causes heat to pool in your core, winding tight.

ellie watches, dazed, her hands gripping your waist as she drives into you. her fingers dig into your flesh as she watches your ass ripple when it connects with her hips. she can barely focus, lost in the wet, obscene sounds filling the room— the way your pussy sucks her in.

'baby, please,' she whines, 'please.. turn over s—' the words die in her throat as her hips sputter, the harness dragging so perfectly against her throbbing clit. a shudder wracks through her, sending a jolt up her spine. 'so i can see your pretty face,' she whispers, breathless.

you let out a laugh, winded and broken by a moan when the strap ruts against that spongy spot deep inside you. your fingers curl into the bluish-grey sheets, knuckles white. 'shut up and fuck me,' you pant, 'i'm close— don't stop.'

ellie mewls, her left hand kneading at the soft, supple flesh of your ass— squeezing, grounding herself. she leans in, pressing her front flush against your back. her hips snap faster, desperate and erratic. her breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as she pleads, 'please? please, baby.. let me see your pretty face, yeah?' she whimpers, her right hand sliding up to tilt your head to the side.

the second she catches sight of your perfect expression— lips parted, brows furrowed, eyes glassy with pleasure— her breath shudders, hips faltering for just a second.

yeah. yeah, like that. she can compromise.

a pathetic cry drags from her throat, raw and needy. her thumb smooths over your lips, tracing their shape with a reverence that makes your stomach flutter. 's'pretty, baby,' she whispers, voice wrecked. you take her thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, keeping your half-lidded gaze locked on hers as best as you can.

'oh, fuck,' ellie breathes, nearly choking on the words. the sight of your glazed-over eyes and the way your lips wrap around her thumb so perfectly sends a full-body shudder through her. every sensation seems to amplify at once: the relentless friction against her clit, the wet heat of you squeezing around the toy, the obscene sounds filling the room.

it’s too much. she’s too close.

you're moaning around her thumb, eyes rolling back as you suck, letting her fuck into you like the desperate, pathetic mess she is— just trying her hardest to give you what you need, all for the chance to see your pretty face contort for her.

when the band in your stomach finally snaps, pleasure crashes over you in waves. you rip your face away from her grasp, burying it deep in her pillows as your body shudders. you don’t give her any satisfaction.

'no—' she whines, voice high and broken. the way you tremble, the muffled noises you let out— it’s enough to ruin her. she’s technically pushed over the edge, but it’s not the same. cumming without seeing your fucked-out expression feels almost like a ruined orgasm, the dull ache of pleasure hitting her in half-measures, leaving her desperately rutting against the harness even in release.

she huffs, hands steadying your hips as she helps you ride out the last waves of your orgasm. 's'mean to me,' she mutters, voice still breathy. you giggle, turning your head just enough to peek back at her— eyes hazy, lips swollen, looking so effortlessly beautiful in the aftermath. 'you’re cute like this, though.'

ellie's breathing hard, chest heaving, the base of her knuckles coated in a thick, milky ring while the length of her fingers shine with her own release. she's still shaking when it hits her — the obsession with putting a baby in you.

you're still twitching, body limp and splayed open for her, soft whines leaving your lips as your cunt clenches around nothing, purely soaked and needy.

"shh, baby," your girlfriend murmurs, catching your wrist and gently pulling your hand away from your pussy. you whine, broken and empty, hips rutting like you're chasing the edge she's already helped you fall over. "i know, i know," she coos, and then her milky, slick fingers are pushing into you — deep, slow, deliberate — pressing her cum into your velvet walls.

"gonna get you pregnant. fuck, you want that?" she whispers, lips brushing kisses along the shell of your ear while you mindlessly hump your puffy clit against the warm cradle of her palm. she pushes deeper, fingers curling just slightly, pulling a tender whimper from your raw throat.

"s'okay, baby," she mutters, settling her fingers snug inside your pulsing walls. your mind is foggy, everything is sticky and hot. "just gotta make sure it takes, yeah?" she's flushed and glazed over, staring down at you like she's never seen anything so perfect.

you tease her with slow, deliberate laps of your wet tongue across the path of faint hairs. you can't help but savor the subtle shivers and impatient bucking of her hips, it makes you smirk into her warm, inviting flesh, knowing she’s right where you want her.

"someone's needy, hm, els?" you tease, watching her pouty lips and half-lidded eyes flutter with need. quiet whines fall from her lips as you trail damp kisses towards her hip. "h-how could i not be?" she admits weakly, her mist-covered eyes finally locking on yours.

you only hum in response, not wasting any words before sealing your lips around the warm, supple flesh of her hip, using a firm, unrelenting pressure to mark her.

"f-fuck.." ellie hisses out a shaky breath at the sucking that's currently bruising her pale skin. poor girl doesn’t know what to do, her hands are fisting in your hair to keep herself grounded, trying so desperately to not let her legs give out.

you repeat the process til she's nearly struggling to speak. abruptly stopping, you stand and generously smear kisses along her throat, "meet me at the table, els. i’m gonna drop you off." you mumble before leaving the stall.

ellie's brain was total mush; consumed by the growing damp spot she knew had formed in her boxers. her eyes flit over the deep purple and red tinted bruises blossoming across her hip, the marks unmistakably bearing the distinct shape of your pretty mouth.