50% dumbfuck nasty 50% fluffy 100% gay sex with roommate, jock!ellie. the biggest, horniest dork ever barely proofread
ellie said she was gonna teach you drills. dragged you out onto the campus field at 2 am for some "brain powering movement" before another round of studying. nothing too abnormal– the perks of friendship with the captain of your school’s soccer team! you were in good hands. the best hands. strong, capable, experienced hands. ellie’s fingers shallowly pumped in and out of your soaking cunt.
the freezing grass tickled your cheek as you whimpered. her lips brushed lightly against your own; your forehead; your nose, as she leaned over you. her eyes never fully closing as you kissed, not wanting to miss out on looking at your fucked out face.
“gooood girl. Takin’ my fingers so good. yeah,” she chuckled as your eyes began to cross and roll backward. “Eyes on me. Hey,” she said with faux-sincerity. her free hand lightly tapped your cheek. “I’m not back there, am I? No. Ellie’s right here.”
you tried to look at her properly, straining to orient your eyes straight on. but then she hitched your leg over her shoulder to spread you open and wide for her, the pads of her fingers torturing your g spot. Like magnets, your eyes flipped back up. “oh– oh ellie, I can’t–” any words you attempted divulged into broken moans and babbling gibberish.
“whining, whining, whining.” she muttered, though unable to hide the fondness in her tone, the pure smile, the goo goo eyes. just half of her flushed face was illuminated by the single flashlight she brought and, mid-kiss, tossed on the grass somewhere. “so perfect for me.”
you squirm at the praise. “feels–” a too-loud moan ripped through you at a stronger thrust of her fingers. there isn’t zero security, so ellie slams her palm over your mouth and stops her ministrations. your eyes widen in a silent apology. “feels good.” You whisper-mumbled against her hand.
A quick look around. Her green eyes narrow as she makes out any guard shaped figures cast under the far away lamp posts lining the field. Her fingers start up again, a slow tempo, as she checks. “coast is…” she looks back down at you, swooping down to kiss you deep. She mutters against your lips. “without clouds. ships may sail. sailors gettin’ wet. we're tubular, baby.”
you laughed through your nose and whispered between kisses. “i like you, funny girl.”
she blinked, and her eyes crinkled as she preened. “Well,” she laughs breathlessly. “I like you, too. But you should, um,” inside you, she picked up the pace in tow with her rambling. “If you get me too mushy, it’ll throw off my performance and if i don’t make you come i will – babe, stop laughing, are you laughing or moaning? – i will throw myself out our dorm window. I’ll land on your Sedan. you’re a fuckin’ goddess and i need to make you cum. dirty filthy style and, most essentially, focused. Kay, baby?” as her tangent went on, her fingers mindlessly went faster, and you could only moan and struggle to nod in response. “Good. Yeah. Doin’ so good.”
She looked down to see where her fingers appeared and disappeared in you, humming pleased when your wetness spouts over her fingers. “You are so fucking hot.” Still gazing down at your pussy, she presses wet, warm kisses onto the side of your hiked up knee. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” her brows pinch as she watches you make your mess, as if she were the one getting fucked. Her forehead is smeared with grass clippings that rubbed off from your knee. Her short nails grips your thigh like a lifeline as her own hips begin rutting against you, a slower pace compared to her fingers drilling in you. Her bright pink, kissed lips drip with a mix of your spit.
At the sight, the heat in your belly spreads lower, gets hotter. Your thighs tremble as your short, fast ah ah ah moans pitch higher and higher.
“fu-uck, yeah,” she whimpered, broken. “yeah, yeah baby girl cum on my fingers, can you say ‘ellie’ for me, baby? ell-ie, baby, gotta say it for me.” she panted against your leg as her eyes danced between your face and your ruined pussy.
“ellie!” you screamed as you came, head thrashing and back arching, hands into fists and pounding against the grass as ellie’s fingers guided you through the strongest orgasm of your life, her lips parted and eyes glassy in awe.
once you came down, she removed her fingers from you with a wet-sounding schlick. She held them in the shape of a hook, so she could carry a small pool of your cum straight into her mouth. She moaned around her fingers and swirled her tongue around them to catch every drop.
Your chest heaved as you gazed up at her, not bothering to smother the heart eyes blasting her way, the way you usually would. “Gross.” You whisper, not unlovingly.
Her mouth smacks open in cartoonish offense, her fingers still on her tongue. She pushes the middle one out between your faces. “Don’t yuck my yum.”
You kiss her finger. “Yuck.” She puts it away, miming how one would holsters a gun. You giggle. “Got a warrant for that, young lady?”
She nods seriously, and shifts her weight to bracket your head with her hands on the grass. “Mhm. ‘Cuz you’re mine now. So I get to have my way with you.”
“Ah, I see. Makes perfect sense to me.” You hum and crane your neck to kiss her, which she eagerly meets.
She parts a measly inch, ignoring your upset whine. “And, now that you’re mine, you better get used to tasting yourself. I am eating you out, and if you don’t kiss me I will–”
“You’ll land on my Sedan, I remember. I suppose, with vigilant, vigorous exposure therapy, I’ll get used to the taste.” You simper– and yelp softly as she nips your cold nose.
Ellie snickers. “that's right, you’re in good hands.”
this one goes out to all you sedanettes out there. #sedan nation (i cant drive)
