౨ৎ what a perv — e. william’s
♥︎ perv! ellie x innocent! reader ( wc : 8.5k )
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you were an angel. ellie had thought she had gotten a taste of heaven before, but it was nothing compared to what happened to her when you moved in next door.
the apartment building was old and damn near falling apart, but it was cozy and close to shops in the area. that was a plus for you. as a college student, you needed an affordable home within walking distance of your campus. it was one of the only reasons you had chosen the apartment itself.
even despite its rundown appearance, you found it to give off a grandma-vibe. something warm and fond filled your tummy when you did the first tour around the place. you ended up signing the lease the next day and got the keys within the following week.
it was almost like a dream come true.
she first met you when you were moving in. there were piles of boxes outside of the apartment adjacent to her own, but no one to be seen. she maneuvered through the boxes, holding a coffee in her hands with her headphones pressed tightly into her ears.
then you appeared.
all soft and pretty. hair pulled up, shorts stuck to your thighs, socks pulled up to your knees—lace and frilly—baby doll top secured around your chest. you wore a shiny pair of fresh black mary jane’s. it was almost like you had walked straight out of a fantasy she had.
your eyes peered up into her own—your reflection flashing across her green hues. you smiled, suddenly speaking but she didn’t hear you. her music was drumming in her ears and when she finally snapped out of the daze she was in, she pulled a headphone out.
“sorry, what?” she said awkwardly.
you giggled. “you’re my neighbor, yeah? i’m y/n,” holding out your hand, her eyes flickered down. oh god, your voice was even sweeter. thick like honey, and smooth like butter. it was as beautiful as your appearance.
“sorry that all my stuff’s in the way,” you said. ellie maneuvered the coffee out of her hand and shook your own. her skin suddenly felt very clammy in retrospect to the softness that was your palm. “i’ll hopefully be done before tonight. i just got a lotta stuff.”
ellie pulled her hand back and rubbed the nape of her neck, “oh s’all good, don’t worry ‘bout it,” she murmured nervously. her eyes glanced down to the way sweat clung to your neck. you had been working out here in the heat since this morning she assumed.
she had left before you got here. early morning classes and what not. it was now at the hour where the sun was beating down rather harshly. “uh, do you need any help? looks like you’re having a hard time.” she gestured to the flush on your cheeks.
you fanned your face out of embarrassment.
“ah, yeah. my friend bailed last minute,” you replied, brushing your fingers through your hair. “been movin’ all this crap by myself.”
you flashed her a smile and ellie’s heart did this weird squeeze in her chest. she did her best—really really tried to—not to check you out. but she found her eyes lingering back to the way your shorts hugged your hips and pulled tightly around the thickness of your thighs. she swallowed after a beat. “let me help.”
“you sure? if you’re busy—“
she waved you off, “nah, s’all good, really. wouldn’t want you blocking the whole hallway all day.” she attempted at a lame joke to which you laughed. she didn’t know if it was a pity laugh, but regardless, she enjoyed hearing it.
“i’m gunna put this way real quick,” she motions to the coffee in her hands. you nod quickly, hands locked behind you as she turns around to maneuver towards her apartment door.
you catch a glimpse of the inside when she opens it, but with how old the building is, it quickly shuts behind her. from what you could see, there were posters hanging off the walls and lamps on instead of the light on the ceiling. you smiled to yourself. maybe it wasn’t intentional, but you had noticed.
you didn’t like the bright light on the ceiling either. it was silly to think the two of you had something in common after just meeting, but you liked to over examine people. so you didn’t put it past yourself to start jumping to conclusions.
the door swung back open on its loose hinges after a moment or two. ellie stepped back out in a black tank top, her muscles flexing as she moved. she had pulled her hair back more now, fixing it so that the loose strands weren’t hanging out.
“realized i didn’t introduce myself,” she coughed awkwardly after a minute. “ellie.”
you smiled, “nice to meet you.”
she nodded slowly, taking note of the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. the pinkness of your lips and how soft and full they looked. she realized she was staring and then quickly averted her gaze.
“what d’ya need moved first?” she asked, wiping her hands on her jeans.
you perked up, “oh, these would be great. if i get anything unpacked tonight, i’d like to have actual clothes to wear.” you pointed to a stack of boxes labeled clothes.
she nodded and picked them up. she took two at a time and you couldn’t help but let your jaw slacken at how her muscles went rigid beneath the weight. the bulged against her skin, the fern tattoo on her forearm twisting as she turned.
you swallowed, stepping aside so she could walk them inside. “you can just put them in the bedroom.” you squeaked, walking behind her.
she maneuvered through the messy apartment like she knew it like the back of her hand. maybe her apartment layout was similar, you thought. regardless, it helped that you didn’t have to tell her where everything was.
you smiled to yourself before picking up another box and carrying it gingerly towards the kitchen. you set it on the counter, meeting her in the living room. she wiped her hands against her jeans again, a nervous habit she had become accustomed to.
“you sure got a lot of stuff,” she said, eyes following the boxes you had already trudged inside by yourself. “is it just you or—?”
you rubbed the back of your neck, “just me. my friends like to say i’m a hoarder. i just don’t like throwing things away,” you chuckled warmly. “i find everything i own to be sentimental.”
ellie took a mental note, already filing it into the new file that had your name slapped on it. right at the forefront of her mind. she continued to help you bring it boxes and insisted that you go ahead and begin unpacking while she brought in the rest. when you tried to turn her down, she only shot you a glance with a half smile.
she muttered something under her breath about not minding doing the carrying.
you took her up on the offer when you realized she wasn’t budging and simply began opening boxes in your bedroom. luckily, the moving company you had hired already brought in your furniture for you. you guessed they had a bit of sympathy when they realized it was just a girl they were moving for.
you definitely wouldn’t have been able to carry the heavy ass bed that you owned inside. it looked like a princess slept in it. with curtains that hung around it and a mattress that was almost too big to be true. it was comfy nonetheless and you paid a lump-some for it. it was worth it in your eyes.
she would catch herself glancing at you when she brought yet another box in. down your body and the way you bent over to pull something out. the curve of your hips, the slope of your back, and her imagination was already running wild.
she didn’t know if this was a gift from a higher being for being so good this past year. but you moving in was a blessing and nightmare all wrapped up in pretty knee highs and short shorts.
ellie wondered what it would be like to run her fingers down the slope of your spine while she fucked you from behind. she wondered if you would take her strap well, or if you’d be able to handle how rough she would be. maybe for you she’d be gentle.
when she finished, she leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. she watched as you packed your clothes into the pretty dresser in your room. the aesthetic matched your vibe. princess and good girl like. naive and sweet.
you reminded her of a doe. all gentle and unaware how someone else was already eye fucking you from behind. she bit her bottom lip, trying to stop the rush she felt in her gut.
she knew she’d be putting these thoughts to use once she left.
“s’all done,” she muttered after a moment, her voice horse. she cleared her throat, catching your eyes. “anything else you need help with before i get goin’?”
you turned around, eyes lighting up with gratefulness. you clasped your hands together like a prayer, “oh you’re the best, ellie,” the way her name rolled off your tongue was was already addictive. she could get used to the praise.
“you really didn’t need to do all of that, but thank you so much,” you continued, voice soft and fond. “i’ll have to do something to thank you.”
ellie caught herself about to smirk. she could already picture it. thank you sex. you on your knees sucking her off. the spit dripping out of your mouth as she pushed it deeper into your throat. she glanced away and smiled a little.
her attention was caught on the delicate fabric of your underwear in your drawer. she wondered if you wearing something like it right now underneath those shorts.
lace. thong. soft. silk.
it invaded her thoughts.
her tongue dipped out to wet her lips, “no need. i’m happy to help,” she said finally, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “if you need any thin’, i’m just across the hall.”
completely unaware of the thoughts flowing inside of her head, you felt awe for her. she was so helpful. you hadn’t ever had a neighbor be so kind before. it was like a prayer had been answered.
“you’re sweet,” you breathed out as she pushed off the doorframe and headed out. “but i’ll definitely do something to repay you. you like coffee, right?”
she nodded, “black.”
“perfect,” you whispered, cheeks tinted pink. “i’ll pay you back with that.”
ellie’s fingers skimmed the doorknob before she turned to look over her shoulder. the corner of her lip quipped up into a smirk.
“i’m countin’ on it.”
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she knew you went to the same university as her. when you mentioned it the day she first met you, she had been keeping her eye out every time she was on campus. her camera was slung around her neck, held firm in her grasp as she gazed around the greenery.
she was in charge of the pictures for the weekly university journal that another group of students wrote. she was a photography major, so this was like her internship to put on her portfolio after graduation. but now that she met you, it had suddenly become more than just taking photos.
ellie’s eyes snapped when she caught a glimpse of hair that looked familiar to yours. luckily, she had seen you leave this morning. dressed in another frilly skirt and stockings. like you were mocking her. teasing her with your naive cuteness.
cuteness that made her want to leave bites all over the skin of your thighs. that made her want to know what kind of expression you would make when you looked down at her when she’s between your legs.
there you were. chatting with a group of people. your lips were pulled in a smile and you were laughing in response to what someone else had said. carefully, she lifted the camera and zoomed in on you.
she breathed slowly, allowing every other noise to fade from existence. snapping a photo, she felt her chest tighten. she bit down on her bottom lip as the wind blew against you, lifting your skirt in a way she could almost see the view beneath it.
but of course you moved to hold it down with your hand. she sighed, taking a few more photos before looking down at the evidence. she should have found this creepy—what she was doing. but ellie seemed to lose all reasoning when it came to you.
she didn’t care if this seemed stalker-ish. didn’t care if she shouldn’t be taking off guard photos of you when you weren’t paying attention. desire outweighed any other feeling she should’ve been having.
reason was replaced. only need and obsession remained.
it only escalated from there. any time she saw you on campus, she took a photo. she would note the details in your outfit, who you hung out with, what drink you were carrying, everything about you.
when you weren’t on campus, she would meet the delivery person at the lobby. she would take your mail, knock on your door and say it happened to be left in her box by accident. anything to talk to you.
when you knocked on her door to give her a coffee one morning, she answered in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. her hair was messy as if she had just woke up, and her hand was beneath her shirt to rub her slim stomach. toned—you could see the speck of abs that peaked out from below.
a blush bloomed on your cheeks. she yawned, rubbing her eye as she looked you up and down. all dressed up cutely. dolled up like it was only for her eyes to see. she admired your makeup and the way your hair fell effortlessly.
“black, just like you like it.” you murmured, handing her the cup.
she took it, fingers brushing against your own. you pulled back like her touch burned you. it didn’t. it ignited you and blossomed into a tight coil in your tummy. you didn’t know this feeling, but it was similar to something you felt when you read those romance books you were obsessed with.
studying literature lead you to fall in love with fantasy over reality. and right now, fantasy was slowly being transformed into reality when she stood in front of you.
ellie rubbed the scar in her eyebrow, “you don’t have to keep bringing me coffee,” she said, her voice gravely from just having woke up. she cleared it by taking a small sip. “is this just an excuse to see me?”
the question caught you off guard, and you opened your mouth to object quickly but she cut you off before you could form a sentence.
“just kiddin’,” she murmured, lips quirking. her eyes met yours and you swallowed thickly, playing with your fingers. she caught the motion almost immediately and noted your nervousness. “got class today?”
you nodded, “mhm,” your lips pursed. “we’re actually going to a see a play downtown.”
“is that why you’re all dressed up?” she asked. you bit your bottom lip and nodded again. you hadn’t really thought you were dressed up. this was just your normal style.
though you did do a bit more makeup than normal and actually attempted to tame your hair with a simple headband. she found it endearing. “what play?” she was full of questions.
ellie wanted to know everything.
“romeo and juliet.” you said, rolling on the balls of your feet. you found it hard to keep eye contact under her gaze. it was like she was analyzing every aspect about you. you had never met anyone like you. wanting to know absolutely everything.
and it caused you to falter. to forget what you wanted to say. to stutter and stammer and blush without meaning to. “a tragedy, huh? ya like those?” ellie took another sip of her coffee and leaned against the door frame, holding the door open with her foot.
“not really,” you whispered, “i prefer romance. not tragedy. i don’t prefer them dying in the end.”
she tilted her head as she listened to your response. “romance, yeah?”
again, her gaze flustered you.
“i should get going,” you quickly tried to change the subject to stop the hammering of your heart against your chest. ellie followed the movements as she stood straight again. she smiled, holding up the coffee. “thanks for the coffee, again.”
you swallowed, “no problem,” but before you could pull yourself to walk away, you felt yourself yearning to continue the conversation. even despite the inability to maintain it with her voice.
“um, ellie?”
she turned towards you again, looking over her shoulder with a quirked eyebrow. “hm?”
“my sink is leaking,” you blurted out through flushed cheeks. “and the landlord said it would take a few weeks for a plumber to come. i was just wondering if you had any issues like that. or if you knew how to fix it. you could tell me and i could—“
she cut you off with a gentle laugh. her lips pursed and she brushed her hair back, “i’ll fix it.” she answered coolly. her tone was nonchalant, but the smile betrayed her exterior.
“you don’t have to—“
ellie shakes her head, “you’ve repaid me enough with coffee. might as well make it worth it.” she tips her chin down to look at you before letting the door fall shut. you hear a distant, “have fun with your play.” before the door clicks shut behind her.
you swore your heart was going to explode.
ellie walked further into her apartment, setting down the coffee on the counter. now that she was out of ear range and eye sight, she could let the blush blossom on her cheek. she reached a hand up and ran it down her face to mask the smile that tugged at her lips.
she tilted her head back. god, you were so cute. so adorable when you were flustered and she couldn’t help but notice the affect her gaze had on you. she found it so cute. it had her wanting to reach out and touch that soft skin of yours.
her eyes fell on the open photo album on her coffee table. she bit her bottom lip, taking a seat on her couch. leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, she examined the printed photos from her camera. all of you. all different angles. different views. different smiles. different outfits. but all you.
her fingers brushed over them as she bit her bottom lip. “fuck,” she murmured, her legs quivering just slightly as she sighed and pressed her hand against her forehead. she was struggling to keep her distance. when she wanted something, she usually just went for it.
but you were so innocent. so naive that she felt wrong if she went too far.
she’d be damned if she didn’t want to feel your body beneath her hands, though. to hear what sounds you’d make when she stretched you out with her fingers. see the way you’d contort and whimper when she didn’t give you what you needed.
she could get off on just the thought, but she wanted the real thing.
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she came over in the late afternoon, a tool bag in her hand. your eyes lowered to where she held it, the veins in her hand shooting up her forearm and disappearing beneath the tattoo. you smiled softly, stepping back and gesturing for her to come inside.
ellie glanced around, “ya really did the place up nice,” she said, heading towards the kitchen. “looks good.” noticing something different when she kept walking, you examined her.
instead of her hair being pulled back in its usual half up bun, it was short. tucked behind her ears and laid against her forehead. you followed her, tip toeing against the tile in your stockings. she bent down, opening the cabinets beneath your sink.
“you cut your hair,” you observed softly. her fingers worked to grab a couple tools before she leaned forward and flipped onto her back. she scooted back beneath the cabinet, “why?”
she shrugged, “it’s summer,” was her short answer. “why? does it not look good?”
“no! i mean— yes!” you replied quickly, cheeks burning at her question. you thought you heard her swear beneath her breath, but all she did was give you a small chuckle. she reached down to grab a tool before her hand disappeared again. “m’ glad you like it, angel.”
the nickname slipped out from her mouth before she could stop it. inwardly, she cursed herself, but when she didn’t hear you question it, she took it as a sign of a small victory.
your palms pressed against the counter as you pushed yourself up to sit on top of it. you watched her work silently. when she lifted her arms, her tank top rode up and you could see the line of her abs. the freckles against her skin, and the shape of her v-line that disappeared beneath her jeans.
you could also see the outline of calvin klein boxers. you felt your pulse jump and you attempted to look anywhere else.
“how was your play?” she finally asked, trying to make small talk. lord knows she wasn’t good at it, but she wanted any excuse to make you talk. she wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours. “any good? or did you cry?”
you swung your feet, “it was good. tragedies are still good plays. i just prefer romance.” you murmured softly, looking down at your thighs.
“a sweet angel like you would.” she chuckled, and you del your ears burn pink. a flush crept up your neck at her words.
the praise in her voice only fueled the coil that was tightening in your tummy. it was trailing lower now.
her arms worked slowly. “got a favorite romance play?”
“wuthering heights.” you answered.
ellie peeked out from beneath the cabinet to glance at you. her lips parted when she saw you were perched on your counter. her heart throbbed and her throat tightened. she worked quicker now. she wanted to stand between those thighs. wanted to feel how soft they really were.
wanted to get between them. god, it made her squirm. she adjusted herself and worked diligently to fix and tighten the lose pipes.
oh the metaphor was almost ironic.
when she finished, she emerged. her eyes fell on you again. “s’all fixed,” she said, standing. you were about to push yourself off the counter when she approached you. setting the tool bag down beside your hips, she glanced at your face.
“s’ not fair,” she whispered finally. her hands came to rest on either side of your body as she leaned closer. the sudden proximity caused your heart to thump in your chest. “you sittin’ all pretty like this makes it hard for me to not act on what i’m thinkin’.”
your eyes widened. you wanted to say something but the words died in your throat. all you could do was breath heavily as your gaze flickered from her green hues to the soft pink swell of her lips. chapped but so kissable. she looked like she tasted sweet.
she stepped closer, body nudging your knees apart. when your thighs opened to her like an invitation, she took it. she stepped between them, the heat so inviting that it was becoming even more intoxicating. ellie sighed, her hands finding their place on your hips.
you looked up at her so trustingly. if you were someone she didn’t know, she’d think it was pathetic. think the way you just opened your legs for her was desperate. but the only thought she could manage was the observation in the way your eyes twinkled. how you glanced up at her like she wasn’t doing something wrong or out of line.
like you had felt the electricity that emitted from her body. the quiet heat that wavered between the two of you. her head dipped down, but she didn’t make any bold moves. god, you were too innocent. you looked like you had never been touched before.
she wanted to question it. had you had sex before? had you been fucked so good that you couldn’t think or remember your name? had you pussy ever been touched and worshipped in the way she would if she had the chance?
had you been with a woman before? a man? the second thought alone was enough to make her hands tighten on the flesh of your hips. no man deserved beauty like this. elegance and warmth. innocence and grace. they’d ruin it before they even got their hands on you.
but ellie? oh ellie would be devoted to you. she’d touch you like you were made of something holy and scared. would make sure every noise you made was of pleasure. would make sure you felt loved and adored as she touched you.
her face came to rest in the crack between your neck and shoulder. her lips brushed against your neck, a shaky exhale leaving her mouth. you tensed, but it wasn’t because you didn’t like what was happening. it was because your mind was running a million miles a minute. she was so close.
but she wasn’t touching you in a way that felt like she was trying to be sexual. it was like she was inhaling you and memorizing the way your skin felt.
her eyes closed and she pressed into you slowly until she felt her warmth seeping into your body. before you had a chance to touch her back, she murmured, “i have work.” and then pulled back.
her eye met yours and they observed you for a moment. the sudden loss of contact was like a jolt and your body couldn’t make out why it was suddenly so hollow. like now that it had gotten a taste of what she felt like pressed up against you, it couldn’t live without it.
she smirked a little, “don’t worry angel,” she said, voice soft and quiet. she brought her hand up to brush her knuckles against your jaw. you shivered.
“this’ just the beginning.”
and then she grabbed her tool bag and disappeared, leaving your thighs trembling without even being touched properly.
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ellie worked at a dive bar downtown. she was a bar tender part time when she didn’t have classes, and worked mainly on the weekends when she could make the most tips.
since that day she fixed the leak under your sink, she hadn’t talked to you. she knew you weren’t deliberately avoiding her. she had made sure of that. she had seen you leaving early in the morning for classes, and arriving late in the evening.
she found out you got a job at a record store near campus. she figured you had just started working. it was a good place. she had been there before. she knew it was a safe area, and besides, it was close enough that you could walk there from your apartment.
close enough that she could see you through the window without you catching her. she found herself lingering around there once her classes ended to see if you had been working. and when you were, you were dressed in a cute little uniform.
a t-shirt with the businesses logo, a pair of tight jeans that loosened at the bottom, and a pair clean black mary jane’s. very good girl vibes. soft and cute. your hair would be pulled back in a pony tail and when you turned around she could see the skin on the back of your neck.
she loved it. she wondered if you liked being kissed there. being touched there.
she’d hold up her camera and take a few photos from across the street, pretending she was just taking photos of the scenery. like she was a tourist in a small town that not many people really payed attention to.
she thought you caught her one day when she saw your eyes flicker towards the glass windows. but then she realized you were just welcoming another customer that had stepped in. a warm smile on your face and she could only imagine the way your voice sounded.
you were infecting her mind. everywhere she went, she thought about you. would you like this kind of coffee? would you wear this if she bought it and gave it to you? did you have a preference for food?
she caught herself doing this more as the months progressed of you living across the hall. the more days you spent there, the more photos she had in her photo album. she had promoted herself to stalker at this point, but she didn’t really mind.
she liked seeing you. liked making sure you were safe.
so it wasn’t odd that she was thinking about you during her shift while cleaning glasses behind the bar. what was odd was when she saw your face. you walked behind the row of people on the stools in front of her. your hand was laced with another girl who was dragging you in the direction of the bathroom.
and fuck. her eyes didn’t deceive her. you were wearing a tight dress. one that hugged and defined your curves. it didn’t look like your type of clothing. it was skimpy and revealing, and despite her liking the skirts you always wore, she adored that you were still modest. she liked the good girl vibe she got from you.
but here you were. where she worked. dressed in a tiny dress that made her hands clench around the cup she was holding.
her eyes tracked you as you disappeared into the bathroom, giggling with the girl you were here with. she wanted to know what was making you laugh. wanted to understand why you had come out here tonight. did you plan on seeing someone?
where you on a date?
her lips pursed and she set down the cup on the counter, filling up another drink that someone had just ordered. she slid across the bar before throwing her towel over her shoulder and slipping out from behind it. she muttered something about needing a break and then found herself walking in the direction where you vanished.
she rounded the corner, her eyes finding your figure in front of the bathroom mirror. you were fixing your hair and makeup, but there was a look in your demeanor that screamed you didn’t particularly volunteer to be here. your friend tugged your arm, “wasn’t that guy cute earlier?” she gushed.
“he bought us drinks and i think he winked at me!” her smile grew brighter. she tugged you again, “we should find someone for you, too, y/n. then we can have like a double date!”
the sentence alone was enough for ellie to intervene. it wasn’t her place to be full of jealousy. you two weren’t dating. well, yet, at least. but she was sure of one thing. she had put a mark on you and albeit invisible, it was still very much there.
but she didn’t step in yet. your words stopped her. she tilted her head, hiding from view as she listened.
you hesitated, “nah, i’m not really into anyone here and besides—“ your words trailed off as your cheeks flushed. “i’m kinda interested in someone already.”
ellie’s lips turned into a smirk. she was confident that you were talking about here. she hadn’t seen you wit anyone else. who else could you be talking about if it wasn’t her? she pushed off and walked back to the bar, deciding to let you find her on your own.
and you did. when you walked back past the bar, you spotted her. she was mixing a drink with a grin on her face. her eyes were locked on a pair of girls that set at the bar, their smile wide.
you felt your heart jump in your chest and you let go of your friend’s hand. “give me a sec,” you said over the music, “i’m going to grab a drink.” she shrugged and let you go.
pattering over to the bar nervously, you took a seat on on of the empty stools. she noticed you immediately. she was waiting on you, after all.
“i didn’t know you worked here.” you said finally when she tuned to face you. her hands came to rest on the bar, leaning against it.
she smiled, “i never thought to mention it. didn’t seem important,” she tilted her head. “why? miss me?”
your cheeks reddened. you had. in the past few weeks where you hadn’t been able to have a proper conversation with her after that day, you found yourself craving what little she gave you. it was addictive. like the high of a drug or like the feeling of alcohol. you found yourself needing it at night.
when you were alone. when the heat between your legs wouldn’t go away.
“no,” you lied out of embarrassment. “i just came because my friend begged me to. she didn’t want to come alone.”
ellie’s tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek as she nodded, “you’re a good friend,” she said, grabbing a new glass. she poured different liquids into it that you didn’t recognize. “i don’t take you for the type of girl to be in a dive bar.”
“i’m not,” you answered quickly which made her chuckle. she slid the glass to you. “i mean, not that this is a bad place, i just—i don’t drink often and i’d rather be at home with a book.” you tried to backtrack.
she hummed, “don’t worry, i understand,” her eyes flickered to yours. “drink. it’ll ease your..” she scanned your face and then down to the curve of your breasts that peaked out of the top of your dress. “tension.”
you swallowed, your fingers shakily wrapping around the glass before bringing it to your lips. you took the liquid into your mouth and it coated your tongue in a weird fruity flavor. swallowing the sting, you scrunched your nose and set it back down.
ellie stifled a laugh.
“definitely not much of a drinker,” she observed, taking the glass back. “don’t worry, angel, i’ll give you something different.” she filled the glass with coke and handed it back to you. “wouldn’t want you getting drunk anyway.”
her words made your skin tingle. your cheeks were already pink from embarrassment, and you didn’t like your odds suddenly mixed with alcohol.
ellie reaches over and takes the glass back before pouring out the liquid. she gives you something different, something that isn’t as strong. after all, she doesn’t want you getting drunk. regardless if she’s working right now, she didn’t want to have to keep thinking about some random’s hands on you.
she slides it back to you. “your friend gunna be okay without you for a while?” she asks.
“she’s probably going to go home with that guy over there,” you point towards an older gentleman. the one who had ordered the two of you drinks earlier. he was nice, friendly even. offered a friend for you also, but you declined. “and then i’ll leave after that.”
your lips wrap around the straw poking out of your drink and ellie observes it. she swallows the lump in her throat. she nods, “then mind keeping me company till my shifts over, angel?” she uses the nickname almost like a form of manipulation. it perks your ears up and you can’t deny the warm fuzzy feeling that crawls up your neck.
“i get off in an hour anyway,” she smiles, “i could take you home. if that’s okay.”
you nod without thinking. anything to be near her. anything to hear her voice.
ellie takes another clean glass from under the counter and begins mixing drinks, “good,” she hums under her breath. “just sit there and look pretty for me, then.”
then she gets back to work. you watch her intently. in the way she moves and how her muscles flex on her back when she reaches up for something on the top shelf. how her lips pull back when she smiles and how her fingers work methodically on the tops of the liquor bottles. she doesn’t flirt, not in the way she does with you.
but she smiles when she greets other women at the bar. she’ll call them gorgeous or darling. at first you only noticed it when she was trying to be nice, but jealousy slowly forms in your stomach. you nibble on your straw, eyes following her dramatically as she works.
she notices. of course she does, and maybe she’s doing it on purpose. maybe she wants to see your reaction. maybe she wants to know if she has much of an affect on you as you do to her. gliding back in your direction, her rag rubs down the counter.
“having fun watching me work, angel?” she purrs, her eyes warm as they flicker over your face. she takes your empty glass and fills it again before sliding it back to you. “or am i boring you?”
you don’t answer her questions. instead, you puff out your cheeks in faux annoyance. “do you always flirt with the girls you serve?” you question, not looking at her.
ellie feels her heart thump against her chest as it tightens. she can’t help a small laugh that leaves her mouth. she tilts her head, “don’t tell me you’re jealous.” she says slowly. but when you don’t look at her, she purses her lips.
she reaches a hand forward and cups the bottom of your jaw, turning your head in her direction against your will. your eyes meet her’s—a dark green color. they’re darker than you remember. almost like they change colors depending on her mood. and color; it seemed possessive.
“don’t worry, angel. m’ all yours,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing against your bottom lip. your cheeks heat up, but you don’t move away. the reassurance rings in your ears and when ellie sees the way you’re staring at her now, she feels prideful. “just a bit longer, s’okay?”
you nod, and her thumb tugs your bottom lip before she pulls away and begins working again. but not without a lingering glance with a smirk that makes your core coil tightly. your thighs press together on the stool and you’re suddenly aware of how your dress is sticking to your body.
she works methodically. instead of focusing on the growing need in your tummy, you chew on your straw and sip your drink slowly. when her shift’s over, she throws her towel over her shoulder and walks out from behind the bar. her hand rests on the small of your back, beckoning you off of the stool.
you follow her unspoken orders diligently and she takes your hand in her’s. she tugs you along, numerous workers nodding goodbye and waving her out. you follow close, pressed against her like she was leading you to a vip section that only you had access to.
it was erotic in your mind. to think of her hand in yours and the way she led you like she owned the way you walked. ellie took you outside, your heels clicking on the sidewalk to match her pace. she opened the door to her car, slipping you inside before shutting it behind you.
in her passenger seat, you could smell the scent of weed and black ice from her car freshener. she slid into the driver side beside you, starting the engine and letting her hand to come rest on the swell of your thigh. her thumb brushed against your skin, “you okay, angel?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
one hand rests on the steering wheel once the starts driving and all you can muster is a head nod. your voice is gone now. even if you wanted to speak, it would only come out incoherent and needy. so you kept your lips pressed tightly together and instead focused on the way her hand felt against your skin.
her lips brushing your neck was all you could replay in your mind. now that you had a taste of it, you imagined it anytime she was near.
the ride home wasn’t long. downtown was only a fifteen minute drive, but it felt achingly longer than that. ellie kept her palm you, rubbing quiet circles like she was trying to ground herself in the feel of your skin against her own.
she licked her lips, helping you out. her hand held yours, and rested against your hip as you stepped out. she was standing in front of you now and it took every ounce of self restraint to not kiss her senseless.
she stared down at your face, smirking. “you look like you’re thinking too hard,” she noted before leaning closer. her lips brushed against your ear, “do you need me to ease those thoughts, angel?”
“make them disappear?”
her words made you tingle and you nodded. it surprised her. the fact that you were giving in so willingly. maybe you weren’t as naive as she thought. you sure were innocent, though. so soft and pliant for her. like a pillow princess. she like that kind.
the kind that laid back and took whatever she gave them. her stomach churned and she took your hand in her own, pulling you to her apartment. she was tired of beating around the bush.
unlocking the door, she gestured for you to take a step in. tattered posters on the wall, smoke lingering from the blunt she had lit earlier, and clothes tossed on furniture as if she had taken them off in a rush. her hand guided you by the behind forward.
you glanced around, taking in the space. good thing she had put those photos away before she left. god knows what you would have thought if you saw them.
“can you be good for me?” she asked suddenly, catching your attention. you turned your head to look up at her face and nodded. she smiled, “good girl. take your clothes off.”
your cheeks flushed, but you did what she asked. her instructions made your mind quiet. your fingers fumbled with the straps of your dress as you tugged it down your shoulders, letting the fabric glide down your hips and pool at your feet. ellie’s breath hitched. matching bra and panties.
she smirked, “just for me?” she joked lightly, but when you nodded again, she wanted to believe you were telling the truth. it turned her on even more. thinking you put these on with the intention of her seeing them.
“lay down, i’ll be right back.”
back hitting the couch, you sunk down into the cushions as you waited. when she waltzed back out, she had stripped herself, and the click of a belt filled your ears. she rubbed the silicon with her hand, pumping it as if it were real.
her eyes settled on you, “such a pretty angel,” she murmured, “all spread out for me. can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy.” her hand brushed against your underwear, sliding two fingers over the fabric.
your breath hitched, back arching off the couch. ellie huffed, nose flaring as she watched you. you reached so beautifully to her touch. she hooked one finger on the side of your thong, tugging it to the side. you were already glistening. she slid her finger down your cunt, tracing your slit.
“so wet,” she whispered hoarsely. “such a pretty cunt. gunna fuck you so good.”
you whined, biting your bottom lip as your fingers dug into the cushions. “ellie.”
her name on your lips was like a taste of heaven in itself. she relished in it. she wanted to hear you whine it over and over again until it was the only name in your vocabulary. she leaned down, kissing you for the first time.
your lips were soft like she had imagined. her hand tipped your jaw, slanting your lips to meet hers better. when you groaned into her mouth and parted them for her, she slipped her tongue inside, tasting you gingerly. she smiled to herself.
her lips trailed from your mouth and down your jaw, moving her thumb to circle your clit. “oh, oh god—“ you whined, squeezing your eyes shut. “fuck.”
“good girl,” she murmured against your skin before her teeth began to drag over your bra. with her free hand, she slapped your hip. “up.” she instructed and you did as she told you. unhooking your bra in a smooth motion, she tossed it elsewhere.
and there they were. the perfect tits all for her disposal. she smirked, “look at that,” her eyes met yours, searching for the need behind your hues. “look at em’. perfect fucking tits.” her lips came down faster than you could imagine.
she wrapped around one of your nipples as she teased your clit, sucking and nipping roughly. she bit down and tugged, earning a broken cry and fingers in her hair. she loved this feeling. it made the ache between her own legs worse.
she peppered kisses against your tits, leaving hickeys behind as evidence. something to remind you of her when you were alone in your apartment and in need of release. ellie pulled back, circling your entrance.
“i-i need it,” you whined desperately, “please..”
oh how you begged. like a good fucking slut. she liked that so much. her free hand came up to tip your head back, “yeah? you need it? need me?” she asked and you nodded under her grasp.
“oh angel,” she hummed, “you’re getting it.”
then she shoved two fingers inside without warning. you cried out, back arching. she pumped them relentlessly, not wanting to start slow. she wanted to stretch you out. wanted to feel the way you clenched around her and how tight this pussy was. she bit her bottom lip as she grunted, the warm slickness coating her fingers.
she moaned softly, “fuck you feel so good, baby,” her eyes closed. “so fucking good for me. can’t wait to make you take this dick.” you whimpered in response, the thoughts in your mind completely vanishing. all that replaced was pleasure.
pleasure from how she was using your body. pleasure from the way she spoke so dirty to you. pleasure in how your inside twisted and throbbed around her skin. pleasure in the way your core coiled and legs shook. it was too much.
much more than you had ever experienced before. much more needy.
much more obsessive.
like you had been deprived of her and now you were suddenly full.
yet the ache was still there.
“gunna make it to where you can’t walk,” she grunted, pulling her fingers out. she spit on your pussy and rubbed it in. without warning, she shoved the silicon duck inside, hips snapping. both of her hands came to gather the back of your thighs, pushing your legs forward.
she fucked into, hips rutting.
“ellie!” you shouted, grabbing at her hands that held your thighs. your knees came to your chest, and she glanced down at your flushed face. the pleasure in your eyes and the moans that felt from you mouth was something she didn’t realize how much she needed.
and now that she had it, she didn’t know if she’d be able to live without it. as she kept fucking into your pussy, she leaned forward and placed kisses against your thighs. she nipped, sucking and leaving red marks against the skin as if to ease the sting in each snap.
the head of the silicon bumped against that sore spot inside of your pussy, causing you to clench. you whined, head lulling back as adrenaline coursed through your veins. “m-mm.. i’m so—“ you choked out, tears forming in your thighs.
ellie shook her head.
“nah, not yet,” she said, suddenly pulling out. her hands found your hips, “turn over. put your ass up.” she instructed.
lazily, your body found the strength to follow her orders and shortly you were on your knees with your ass in the air. “dripping.” she murmured, slapping the skin. she cupped it in her hand before shaking it. “such a pretty angel.”
she lined herself up behind you and grabbed a fistful of your hair. then she pounded into you from behind. she pulled your hair, making it to where you couldn’t be quiet even if you wanted to. making it to where you had no choice but to whimper and whine. you couldn’t even bury your face in order to muffle those crude sounds you made.
she liked it. no, she loved it. loved how loud you were. loved how obedient you were and loved how well you took her.
“you take me so good, baby,” she praised you, slapping your ass again. hard enough to leave a red handprint. she smirked, “you come when i tell you to, yeah?”
when you didn’t respond, she tugged on your hair and pushed in deeper. “yeah?” she murmured again.
you nodded relentlessly.
“y-yes—ellie! oh fuck!”
ellie sighed, her eyes shutting as her hips moved desperately. aching to feel the way your walls clenched and fluttered around her strap. god she wished she could feel it.
she let go of your hair, leaning forward until her hand snaked around to the front of your neck. she let her fingers wander until they parted your lips and she pressed two into your mouth. she felt the way you immediately began to suck and she felt like that was her undoing.
you pushed back against the strap. she loved how needy you were. “shit, baby,” she huffed, so close already. “fuck—oh fuck.”
“ellie—“ again, her name. you said it over and over again like a secret prayer. she leaned back and grabbed your hips, letting her hips slap against your ass. “good girl, come for me baby.” she whispered.
you didn’t need to be told twice. your high came crashing down as you came around the silicon strap. hot and sticky. ellie watched the liquid coat the purple dick, and an intense wave washed over her body. she let her head fall back as she pulled out, her breathing rapid.
“fuck,” she muttered, wiping her forehead. her eyes fell on your back side for a moment. then, she took two fingers and cleaned you up gingerly. she lifted them to her mouth, licking away the salty sweetness.
“you taste good. like heaven.”
you couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face as you looked at her from over your shoulder. “yeah? like an angel?” you questioned breathlessly.
ellie chuckled, nodding. she eased you onto your back before leaning down and pressing warm kisses to your neck.
“yeah, baby. like an angel.”
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