#elliew

"mmm..." you thought for a second, "yours."

she smirked.

"knew it."

"you always have to make it a thing," you giggled, leaning your head against the window. she didn't reply, opting to shake her head and start driving.

the ride to her house was quiet except for the hum of her truck, and whatever was on the radio, the music loud enough to hear but too low for you to make out any words. it was nice out that day too, so every now and then a bird would chirp or squirrel would chip or dog would bark.

the scent of ellie, cologne, cigarette smoke, and something fresh smelling, almost lulled you to sleep until the car ceased to a halt, the large two-story joel'd bought years ago standing tall in front of you.

you sat up and started rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. ellie readjusted her mirror, checked her hair in it, then shoved her phone in her pocket.

"we're here." she mumbled, climbing out of the truck. she walked around it, and then she opened your door for you.

you smiled.

"wow ellie, what a gentleman."

"and they say's chivalry's dead," she laughed with a wink.

you rolled your eyes and groaned out an exasperated "oh my god," but followed her up the driveway anyway. she fisted her pockets for the key for a moment before shoving it in the lock, turning it, and walking in. she wasted no time kicking her shoes off by the door in the exact same place she'd been leaving them for ten years, yelled "I'm home dad," and started stepping up the stairs.

you took your shoes off too, politely found joel and said hello, then followed suit until you reached her room, plopping down on the bed like it was yours.

"so," you said, looking up at the ceiling.

"so," ellie echoed, putting her jacket away then settling down next to you.

the bed dipped for a second, and then the spot next to you became warm with her body heat. the sunlight was just barely cutting through her blinds, falling in little lines across your eyes and her neck.

"what's the plan? what're we gonna do today, I mean." you finished.

"well... what do you want to do?"

"I'm asking you because I don't know, idiot," you rolled your eyes and sat up a bit, propping your head on your hand.

she sighed. she was doing that thing again, you noticed. that thing being when you could visibly see the gears turning in her head and she was about to say something neither of you would expect. then, as promised: "have you ever thought about kissing?"

... what?

your eyebrows raised.

she looked up at you.

your lips parted slightly in shock.

"god," she chuckled, "you're so easy to mess with."

"you can't just say things like that." you swatted her on the arm, interrupting her laughing and earning an offended "ow!"

"why not?" she asked. "I mean, it's not like we like each other so I don't see what the problem is. plus, you wanna be ready for the spring formal, yeah? can't have you out there slobbering over some poor guy," she exhaled a breath that sounded something like a laugh.

you replayed the words in your head.

it's not like we like each other.

"so you," she nodded, "want to give me, like," she blinked, "kissing lessons," she let out an "uh huh," "so that I don't mess up at the 'spring formal?'" you repeated to make sure you'd heard her right.

"yeah."

"oh."

you thought it over in your head as she kept staring at the ceiling, looking completely indifferent while you internally panicked.

you exhaled. "I, I guess we can do that," you said softly.

"great." she sat up too, then.

you raised an eyebrow.

"not like that," she snorted.

she got up, locked the door, and then got back on the bed, hovering atop you. her hands were on either side of you, and her dark, hazel eyes were peering into yours curiously.

"is this okay?" she asked softly.

"... yeah," you exhaled, "yeah, it's okay."

"okay. so first, you're gonna wanna start closing your eyes in like, I guess anticipation of the kiss," she chuckled, "sorry, it's weird to explain."

you obeyed.

"next, you just... kiss. with your mouths closed at first, of course," she started leaning in.

"wait," you said and snapped your eyes open.

she stopped a few inches away from your lips. she waited expectantly, and despite the fact that usually you would've felt bad, usually you would've felt like you were inconveniencing someone if it was anybody else, ellie had that look in her eye that seemed to say that everything was okay.

"sorry, nevermind. I'm just... nervous," you gave an apologetic smile.

"it's okay," she reassured you.

"now, close your eyes again."

so you did.

after a few seconds, the soft, plush material of her lips met yours just for a few moments before she pulled away.

oh.

that was nice, you thought after you opened your eyes.

it wasn't that you'd never kissed anybody before, everyone knew you'd kissed plenty of people—albeit with little technique, but that problem was solving itself at the moment—and were more than popular in the romance department, but something about it being ellie felt... different. something about it being a girl. what was so different?

"how was it?" she asked, pulling you out of your thoughts before you could dwell on it.

"good, yeah. good. what now?"

"now, you don't only have to kiss on the lips." she leaned down and pressed her mouth to your neck. your breath hitched at the contrast between her warmth and the coldness of your skin, then eased into it.

"you could kiss here," a peck to your collarbone, "... here," a kiss to the underside of your jaw, "even here," her lips met the spot just under one of your ears.

"ellie," you said shakily.

"and sometimes, you don't just have to kiss," she suckled the skin near your carotid, earning a soft exhale from you. she was definitely gonna leave a mark, but right then it felt too good for you to really care.

"you can do this, too," her hand slipped under your shirt, not wandering up far and just resting on your stomach while she continued her assault on your neck.

"ellie," you repeated again, firmer now.

"yes?"

fuck. what you were thinking?

"I want you."

and then there was no turning back. after a flurry of more kisses, more hickeys, and discarded clothes, you both ended up completely naked with her on top of you kneading your breasts.

"can you touch me?" you asked, hips bucking up a little in desperation.

"I am touching you." she smirked.

"no," you whined, "really touch me."

instead of doing what you asked, she of course got completely off of you, walking over to her closet and opening it.

"w—come back. I need you," you pleaded.

"hold on, I'm coming baby, I just," she cursed a bit as she reached for a box, "gotta get somethin'."

eventually she pulled down a black case with locks, undoing the latches on it until a thick, lengthy dildo the color of her skin with a harness revealed itself when the box popped open.

"is that...?" you trailed off, suddenly nervous again.

"aw," she laughed at the fear on your face. "you're so cute. don't worry, it's not gonna hurt I'll be gentle."

before you could really protest, she was back on top of you with it between her legs, rubbing the head against your clit. all previous complaints and inhibitions you had were thrown out the window as soon as it met your skin, your hands flying out to reach ellie's shoulders as you tried to deal with the pleasure.

"see baby?" she cooed. "feels good already."

after getting you nice and wet, even though you'd already been soaking, she started prodding at you until she pushed in inch by inch, reaching the hilt in a few minutes.

"ellie, 's too much," you whined at the length of her.

"it's okay baby, it's okay. 'm not gonna move yet," she cooed, reaching down to kiss your neck and groaning into your skin when the motion moved the strap a little.

after you'd adjusted just enough for her length to be tolerable, you let out a soft "you can move now."

and so she did. slowly at first.

she had really been trying to keep control of herself, but between the way your tits were jiggling, the way your face looked so soft and vulnerable, the way your pussy kept gripping her—"fuck, I can't take it anymore baby," she groaned before speeding up.

before you could form a proper response she was plowing into you, silicone balls making harsh plaps every time they met the flesh of your ass.

"el—lie!" you mewled. you gripped the sheets, her back, her hair, anything to try and find some resolve from the pleasure frying your circuits, not that you disliked it. it wss just so much, and god, you'd liked to pretend it wasn't true before, but ellie was so hot.

"I know I know, I'm so fucking selfish baby, ah, I'm sorry, I need you," she got out between gruffs and rough moans, brows furrowed and eyes rolling back every now and then when the base of the strap hit her clit just right.

you got louder and louder until eventually ellie had to cover your mouth with one hand, the other dancing across your skin until it met your clit.

"feels good?" she asked, talking more to herself than you as she rubbed your bundle of nerves.

you were completely out of it now. your face was a mess, you couldn't form any coherent words except "ellie" and "please," and your lips were gripping her cock so hard sometimes she could swear she actually felt the tightness herself.

she wrapped her arms around your upper body, using her hips to drive into you then pull out and then force herself right back into you again.

your pussy fit her cock like a glove by now. it was just tight enough for everything to feel so, so good for the both of you, but just wet enough for her cock to not have too much trouble sliding out.

"come on baby, please, please cum on my cock, yeah? need to feel it, need t'feel you cum on it," you managed to make out amongst ellie's incoherent, delirious ramblings.

"ellie, ellie, I'm—!"

and then you were creaming all over her fat dick, milky white fluid leaking all over it and spilling onto her thighs and the sheets.

"fuckkk baby," she groaned then finished, still bucking up into you, drawing little high pitched "ah, ah, ah"s from your throat.

eventually she finally exhausted herself, collapsing on top of you with one last groan.

"I'm not 'ignoring you,' I'm trying to pour my coffee baby," she chuckled before wrapping an arm around you and watching you instantly loosen up.

"but it's valentine's day! aren't I more important than coffee?"

she blinked. she sighed exasperatedly, set her cup down, and picked you up then threw you over her shoulder.

"wh—ellie, put me down!"

"no." she kept walking.

"ellie." you said firmly.

"no. you decided," she grunted as she gently tossed you onto the couch, "that you didn't wanna wait until I got my coffee which I was trying to get so I could've at least been energetic when I showed you this—"

before you laid a plethora of heart-shaped valentine's day chocolate boxes, a humongous teddy bear holding an envelope with a heart on it, roses scattered across the floor and couch cushions, and a rather generously filled gift card in front of everything.

"oh." you let out quietly, taking it all in with glimmering eyes.

"oh." ellie smiled at your embarrassment.

"well, sorry, I didn't notice that you were... you know," you cleared your throat, obviously flustered and obviously trying to find something grateful to say.

"relax baby," she laughed, "c'mon. take the envelope, yeah?"

she pulled you down onto the couch with her, peppering kisses across your face and neck.

"okay okay! I will," you said then chuckled at the tickly sensation of her lips on your skin, feeling more relaxed.

you gently took the envelope out of the bear's hands and opened it carefully, ensuring none of the paper ripped while sliding the card underneath it out.

"happy valentine's day to the sweetest girl in the world," you said as you read the card's text aloud, "kitkats might be sweet, but you're my favorite treat. oh, there's a note underneath... what's it s... you are the best girlfriend I could've ever asked for and I wouldn't take any other. love, els.

she looked at you expectantly, that stupid, adorable grin she only got when she was happy gracing her face.

"okay it was cute, but seriously? 'you're my favorite treat'? okay cornball," you giggled before she started tickling you.

"oh yeah? that's what you think of my card? that took a lot of work to find you know!" she chuckled, not ceasing her attacks.

"stop! stop! I'm sorry okay, just stop tickling, fuck, me," you laughed before you felt it. in the midst of the chaos, her knee had accidentally found its way in between your legs and was pressing at your cunt.

it didn't help that being around ellie already turned you on—or that you'd said fuck when you'd felt the pang of pleasure—and so she noticed what had happened immediately, just... not with the correct interpretation.

"shit, are you okay? did I hurt you?" she asked worriedly.

did she have to be so hot and caring at the same time? and fuckkk, her knee was still rubbing up against you.

"n—no, your knee, ellie," you said. you turned to your side, incredibly embarrassed, looking anywhere but her until she grabbed your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.

"yeah? what, did that turn you on?" she teased.

"you're so... blunt," you exhaled shakily, feeling your face warm up at the vulgarity of her language.

"you love it." just when you thought she was about to move on and the situation'd just become an embarrassing inside joke, her fingers found their way to your pants and started tugging them off.

"ellie...?"

"shh shh shh... let me take care of you."

and so you did. over the course of the next few minutes, she slid you out of them, took off your shirt, and unclasped your bra, letting her fingers feel all the grooves, scars, and bumps on your body as she did so; she was savoring you.

you were getting wetter and wetter by the moment, until eventually she just had to slide your panties off and get a look at that pretty pussy.

"need to taste you..." she said reverently then trailed off, brows furrowed in concentration as she studied your folds and clit.

after snapping out of the trance your cunt had put her in, her cold fingers spread you apart. you winced at the feeling, and then she licked your clit, then your cunt, then dove straight in without a warning.

"e—llie!" you gasped, eyes widening as you tried to process her hands, her pupils, her fingers, and oh fuck her tongue felt really good.

"hm?" she hummed with her face still pressed into your heat and looked up at you innocently.

"too much," you mewled.

"if it was too much," a slurp, "then why're," a few seconds of sucking at your clit, "you pushing my head," a kiss to the inside of your thigh, "closer?"

she was asking you a question, but she knew you couldn't respond, enjoying the way you were unable to form a thought because of how good her mouth was fucking you.

you were getting impossibly wetter, that special coil in your stomach threatening to unravel. ellie didn't mind this, though, and kept lapping and lapping and lapping at you, obsessed with your taste.

"oh my god. pussy's so... hah, fuckin' sweet." she moaned into your cunt. the vibrations almost sent you reeling, but just before you could cum she pulled back.

"els!" you jerked, your eyebrows knitting together and lips forming a pout in frustration.

"I know I know," she cooed, "just need to get somethin' okay?"

it wasn't long before the biggest strap-on you'd ever seen in your life was glued to her hips, perfectly matched up with her skin so that it looked like she really did have a cock.

would it even fit?

she didn't seem concerned.

you swallowed.

"ellie. isn't that a bit... big?"

"awww, baby." she chuckled and cooed at the adorable frown on your face. "it's only one inch bigger than the last one we used. you'll be fine," she reassured you. "just to make sure though, you want this, right?"

"yes! sorry, I mean, yes."

"don't be sorry. I like it when you're eager baby." she kissed you, smiling against your lips.

before you could really get ahold of yourself or prepare for what was going to happen, she was pouring lube onto you, spitting on her cock to lather it up with moisture, and prodding at your entrance.

"ready?"

"but are you sure?" you asked, still hesitant.

she ignored you, rolled her eyes, and then pushed inside you in one single thrust.

oh fuck.

the wind was completely knocked out of you, your legs were shaking, and all you could do was scratch ellie's back as you looked up at her with wide eyes.

after the final stretch where the last few inches of her plunged into you with a loud pop, you were both moaning deliriously.

there were a few slow thrusts, then quicker ones, then her faux balls were slapping against your skin every time her cock slide in you and out you then in again.

"oh my, gosh—ellie, wait!" you mewled as she plowed into your cunt and pushed your head further into the pillows.

"you're so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' good for me," she moaned out. "just wanna keep you forever, m'kay? my pretty—ah, pretty girl, fuckin' beautiful."

your cunt clenched at her words, and you both cried out at the feeling of your gummy walls gripping her thick cock.

"ellie, please! 'm gonna cum 'm gonna cum I'm—" you whined.

"yeah? y', fuck, y'gonna cum all over my cock? you're so good, c'mon. need t' feel you gush all over me. I need you, I need your tight fuckin' pussy." she started mewling out, rambling barely decipherable words into your back as her hips stuttered.

just as you thought you were getting used to the way her dick was bullying your vagina, her words sent you toppling over the edge sobbing and screaming "ellie, ellie, ellie!"

"wait, babe, I'm gonna—" and then she was groaning between sobs, brows knit impossibly close together as she pounded into you but alower now while riding out her own release.

a few more lazy, languid pushes and she collapsed, falling next to you on the bed.

you inhaled.

she exhaled.

you looked over at her, your body still on fire from cumming so hard.

"you," a pant, "you okay?"

"mhm. this was so much better than kit-kats." she managed to get out.

"ellie!" you laughed—

"and you're sure your parents aren't coming home soon?"

"yes, ellie," you rolled your eyes with your lips pulled into a smile. "now, remember what I told you?"

you laid back on your soft, white sheets and looked up at her. her auburn locks were tussled from when you'd pulled them, there were beads of sweat rolling down her skin although the fan was on, and her hazel eyes had been darkened a shade by lust.

"yeah. relax," she inhaled, exhaled, and let her shoulders drop, "get, get on top of you," she placed her hands on either side of your body, "and do... f—foreplay?"

"good job." you cooed, dragging out the vowels in the words and chuckling a little as you said them the way you would when praising a pet.

"so I kiss you now, right?"

"right, baby. and you don't have to worry about not being nervous, just do what feels right to you."

she let out a relaxed sigh at that and leaned in to gently press her lips to yours. she moaned at the feeling, and you smiled against her mouth then let your fingers wander into her hair.

a little more confident now, she moved her right set of fingers to your thigh and squeezed the plush, doughy skin there.

"can I touch you more?" she pulled away to ask quickly.

you nodded, even more turned on by how respectful she was being. honestly, all it took was ellie breathing in your direction the right way to get you worked up—but she didn't have to know that.

the hand on your thigh danced across your skin until it was slipping under the hem of your shirt carefully. you gasped as the feeling of her freezing fingers scorched the much warmer skin of your stomach, and she took that as an opportunity to get a little bolder, to slip her tongue into your mouth.

you got more impatient, and ellie got more bold, so it wasn't long before she was slipping your panties off, groaning at the sight of your pretty pussy, and nearly completely free of her nervousness. it was hard to stay flustered when she couldn't stop thinking about how you were hot, in charge, and still whimpering under her touch.

"so fuckin' pretty, thank you for letting me touch you," she breathed out shakily, parting your folds and quickly slipping a finger in with ease because of how soaked you were.

she was moving to the next stages faster now, and your brain, pussy, and mouth were struggling to keep the pace. "ellie. slow down," you mewled.

her eyes gleamed as she watched your clear fluid gather around her finger, and her underwear started getting damper by the second. "sorry, need you s' bad." she said even though she really wasn't.

she started moving her digit at a slow pace and muttering soft "is this okay," "are you feeling nice," and "am I doing good"s, but after a while she started pumping into you with no hesitation.

she started with one finger, then there were two, and somewhere between her skilled thrusts and your whiny moans she'd inserted a third. you were so close and right there and cumming and then—

you whined at the loss of her long fingers as she pulled out.

"ellie, I was just about to cum. for someone new at this you sure are fucking annoying, don't tease me," you commanded shakily.

she stuck her fingers in her mouth to taste you, and laughed at how cute you were when you were mad. "I know I know princess, I'm sorry, but can I... try something?"

"try what?" you narrowed your eyes in suspicion.

she shuffled out of her embarrassingly damp navy boxers and revealed her cunt, the skin there glistening from her slick. "wanna try feeling you..." she trailed off. she was way more confident than when you'd begun, but judging by the way she was squirming under your gaze and twitching her nervousness had resurfaced.

you nearly came on the spot from the sight of her and the vision her words had crafted, but regained your composure before you got too worked up and nodded.

"yes. are you sure though? I don't want it to be too much, only if you're ok—" you were cut off by her settling on top of you, both of her legs on either side of yours.

her eyes rolled to the back of her head as soon as her clit made contact with yours, and you moaned at the feeling of her sensitive bundle of nerves pressing against yours.

she rolled her hips once slowly.

"ell—ie! I can't—" you sobbed.

"aww, is it too much? you sure?" she moved back and forth then back again and felt your pussy twitch against hers. you gripped the bicep closest to you for support, digging your fingers in as you tried to hold back your moans and whimpers and filthy whines.

you only nodded in response. the feeling of her against you made it nearly impossible to think, and she was so hot. when did she get so confident? what did she even ask you again?

"fuckkk," another grind, "your body seems to disagree with you baby. lit's twitchin' against mine like you're gonna finish."

"are you arguing with me williams?" you questioned firmly after letting out a borderline pornographic moan.

"n—no!" she recoiled back into herself and got even wetter from how dominant you'd sounded, and you giggled a bit.

"is that all it takes? you, mm, folded under no pressure els."

she glared at you, but only for a few seconds before her eyes drooped back down into their familar "please fuck me" look.

"don't look at me like that, els. this's, mmm, right there! your fault for being so rude." you got out over the wet noises coming from your cunts and mutual moans.

that familiar coil in your stomach started threatening to unravel again, and by the way ellie was whining like a bitch in heat you could tell she was close too. she bucked your hips down, and you bucked yours up on accident, and you both moaned at the feeling.

"ngh, gonna cum! fuck, you're so good els." you managed to get out between little whimpers and whines.

"say, say that again." she groaned.

"y—you're so good els?" you said cautiously, confused on exactly what she wanted you to repeat.

"I'm—oh my god, cum with me, please, need you so bad," she sobbed.

and so you did. youe mouth opened in a silent scream as your pussy spasmed, and her release gushed all over you. the combination of her continuing to roll against you and her moans had you reeling even further, and it wasn't long before you were letting out little "ah, ah, ah"s in sync with her grinds.

when you'd finally, finally both come down, the sheets were wet, your legs and thighs were a mess, and the only sounds reverberating through the room were your pants and shaky inhales.