#leislounge

synopsis: A couple nudes?? ok whatever, just don’t go sleeping over or whatever.

warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, switch!ellie, switch!reader (can i even call it that?), cunnilingus (the girls are starving), smoking weed, fingering, sex while under the influence, teasing, titplay (boobies!!!), makeouts.

wc: 3k!!!

P*RNSTARS 'N PAINTINGS

Masterlist

Synopsis: new apartment, new hot neighbor and very needed new pink curtains.

WC: 5K

Warnings: MDNI 18+, camgirl!reader, artist!ellie, maturbation, squirting, fingering, tribbing, voyeurism(?) ,

It was your first real move, your first apartment wasn’t far from your parents house, unfortunately, so when the opportunity to move somewhere far, far away presented itself you were gone with the wind. 

The apartment you found was perfect, a big one bedroom flat with many windows. Though the two windows in your room were directly across from someone else’s apartment, it didn’t take away from the views you had in your living room. 

You signed the lease, got the keys and you were letting the movers bring your boxes in, in no time. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone in such a big spot like this.” One of the movers joked, you rolled your eyes. 

“You should have someone strong around to protect you.” He flexed his biceps in some corny manner, trying to flatter you somehow; yet it only seemed to give you the ick.

“No need.” You whistled, first came jaws, a tiny puppy you’d recently picked up from the pound. He was an absolute sweetheart and you clicked with him from the first time you met him “I have Jaws!” You smiled, now holding the pup in your arms. 

“This little guy? He doesn’t seem like he’d hurt a fly!” The himbo in front of you folded his arms over his chest. “Who said I just had one?” You whistled once more “Binks!” You called, to which came running a larger dog.

“Holy shit.” He took a step back, the Rottweiler sat at your feet, panting happily. “Binks is three in a few weeks, she’s friendly, trust me.” Binks was another rescue, she was always so friendly with new people but she knew when playtime was just about over. 

“I think we’re just fine here, thanks though!” You forced a smile.

Once the men were done moving everything in, you spoke with their supervisor, making sure everything was taken care of. “Oh and the spare you gave us will be taken care of, we have special services that repurpose any keys that aren’t needed.” You furrowed your brows, it was suspicious but you didn’t want to argue it too much.

They had an option for you to allow them a spare key in case you weren’t home for them to move you stuff in, which sounded reasonable at first but now, you were starting to regret it.

“Are you sure that’s, you know, safe? Legal even-”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll be melt down my eleven tonight. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled, he seemed set on it — probably some sort of commission, maybe it was just part of the job. Though something did feel off about it, you let it go. 

You planned how you wanted to decorated the place but of course, that wouldn’t get done until atleast the end of the week. So instead you decorated your room the best you could, hell you even went as far as setting up your desk and cam stuff to maybe even stream a little; get a bit of extra pocket change. 

Sitting in front of your laptop with the website pulled up, you were just about ready to go live and then you remembered, turning slowly to the window, you had no curtains. 

“Fuck me!” You got up, walking over to the window you analyze your neighbours room. Whoever they were, they had a lot of cool stuff lying around and an easel? Did you manage to move in next door to a painter? 

As if on cue, you saw through the open bedroom door the hallway light turned on. You decided to keep watching, so you did just that, crossing your arms over your chest as you observed.

It was a girl, maybe around your age, she was cute you wouldn't lie, but she looked stressed. She didn’t notice you — not yet at least — she tossed down her side bag and began rummaging through the place.

Searching for something until she seemingly found it, a sketchpad? She dropped it down onto the desk in front of the parallel window, still too focused to notice you, she began flipping through the pages clearly muttering to herself. 

It wasn’t until she stood up straight, running her hands through her hair, her eyes caught yours and she froze. Now this, this was awkward, the girl was very clearly embarrassed to be caught brainstorming whatever it was she was doing and you — you were people watching, a normal occurrence for you actually.

You both blinked a few times before you decided to give her a small wave and smile, hoping to come off as friendly. She looked behind her then back to you before pointing at herself; she couldn’t be this dense? 

You nodded your head, giggling to yourself; cute, probably talented and funny? What a score.

She nervously waved back, you came up with the smart idea to open the window. Looking down at the locks you tried to decipher them before attempting just to make yourself not look stupid, fucking architectures and their complex living designs.

You thought, why not ask your neighbour? Turning your attention back to her you were met with closed curtains, your stomach sank, was it something you’d done? You tried to shrug it off and sat back at your desk, it ruined your mood, even if you could stream you didn’t even really want to anymore. 

You typed up a short announcement for your page, letting your fans and followers know that you’d be back in a few days due to your location move. With that, you shut your laptop and plopped down into your bed, Jaws joining you shortly after. 

“Hey bud,” you whispered, scratching behind his ear as he flopped over next to you. “I’m not that mean looking, am I Jaws?” You joked, slowly falling asleep as the thought of the girl pacing her room filled your mind. 

On the other hand, Ellie was up late, she’d sold one of her pieces earlier that evening but that only meant she had to get to work on her next big thing. “Shit.” She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands pulling at her roots and her knees bouncing. 

She could do Salt Lake City, a pretty portrait of what the place would look like post apocalyptic? No, that was too childish. She could do something displaying her personal struggle, but that would be too telling; she didn’t want people to know her personally. 

There was so much she could think of but nothing felt right to her, she sighed, laying back in her bed and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck my life.” She muttered, she sat in silence for a bit before turning back to closed curtains. 

She felt bad for abruptly cutting of your interaction but she knew she needed her focus, though she was curious, the last person that lived there had their blinds closed all the time; Maybe she should’ve been a bit warmer.

Ellie rose from her spot, slowly walking over to the closed curtains taking a breath before peeking through them. Your room was now dark, but she could still make out your sleeping silhouette on the bed and the small dog you had curled up next to you. “Awe.” She smiled to herself, Ellie had always wanted a dog growing up but Joel had always deemed her ‘not responsible enough’ to handle one. 

She stood there watching you, not in a creepy pervy way — maybe just a little bit — but in admiration. You were stunning from what she caught a glimpse from earlier, it made her kinda nervous to have someone as pretty as you just next door. 

She sat at her desk, opening her signature sketchbook and beginning to scribble. It was you, your silhouette at the window earlier and you now resting next to your pup, she also drew a small portrait of you with your smile and pretty nose. 

All it was missing was your eyes, she couldn’t recall what they looked like and it pissed her off. She spent all night trying to get them right but she couldn’t; she fell asleep at her desk trying to perfect your portrait but alas, her body betrayed her.

You spent the next few days unpacking, Jaws and Binks being your extra set of hands, or paws you should say. 

You sat on your couch, Jaws in your lap as you watched ‘Love island’ for the first time. “What the fuck is this.” You muttered to yourself about a hundred times while watching it but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from the screen.

Just as you were about to try and find something else to put on there was a light knock at your door. Jaws was quick to start barking and run to the door, you chuckled. “Alright Jaws, I heard it too.” Padding your way to the door, you weren’t expecting anyone? Who dares disturb you while you're so busy?

When you opened it, you were taken back by the girl before you.

“Hi.” She smiled, very obviously nervous. You gave her a soft smile in return. “Hello.” You greeted playfully.

“I, uh-” She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. “Sorry, I’m Ellie.” She greeted, sticking her hand out for you to chase, you tilted your head to the side.

“Are you gonna open your eyes, babe?” You giggled, she did, blinking a few times before putting her hand back down. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You introduced yourself, your name echoing through her head as you smiled at her. She couldn’t collect her thoughts in time, you looked down at her other hand that was pretty preoccupied. 

“Is that-” It was a try of two drinks and a small brown paper bag, had she gotten you breakfast? “Oh, yes. Yeah, I didn’t know if you drank coffee or liked tea, so I got you a hot chocolate. Can’t go wrong with that.” She handed you the cup, her hands stained with colors which confirmed your suspicions from the other night; she was a painter. 

“Still warm.” It melted your heart, not completely, but you did feel that sting at the back of your throat; the one that only meant one thing, tears. 

“I also brought you something to go with it, a croissant, freshly baked.” She handed you the folded paper bag, breakfast in bed? She was pulling so many strings.

“This is so sweet, thank you, what do I owe this pleasure?” She smiled. 

“Nothing, I just wanted to properly introduce myself to my new neighbour. I wasn’t all that nice the other night.” She fidgeted in her spot, kicking the ground. 

“Don’t apologize, I was- people watching. I’m sorry.” Her apologetic eyes made your stomach jump, something about her was just so intriguing and you wanted to find out what it was. “Uh- would you, like to come in?” You opened the door a bit wider, trying to invite her in.

“I would- love to but I have a meeting with a couple buyers.” She spoke with her hands, it was cute, like a t-Rex with their signature tiny hands. 

“Buyers?” You raised a brow, it sounded like what she did was very important. “Yeah, I do art. Well not do, I make art, well- I paint.” She corrected.

“Oh I see,” You smiled, an idea coming to mind. “Well I don’t wanna hold you here any longer, don’t want you to be late or anything.” 

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I’ll see you around then?” You asked and she nodded, you bid your goodbyes, as she was heading to the elevator you stuck your head out the door one last time. 

“Ellie?” You called, she spun around on her heel, stopped in her tracks. “Maybe you could paint me one day?” You could see the color rise to her cheeks, before she could answer you, you started again. 

“You know, like one of your French girls? If you catch my drift?” You smiled wide before disappearing into your apartment.

Ellie’s mind was filled with nothing more than your silhouette, your smell, your smile and your eyes. Sitting in the small conference room, her coffee had gone cold and she’d barely drunk it “like one of your French girls?” She whispered to herself for the thousandth time, smiling to herself; were you flirting with her? 

“Ellie?” She turned to Dina, her best friend and basically manager “Can you do this?” She asked, her voice was stern, this was serious. Of course Ellie had sold the painting at the gallery from the night before but now she needed to solidify the price and figure out if they had any other inquiries. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got this. In the bag.” She slouched back in her chair, trying to play it cool but the blush that started at your apartment never really went away. “We’re so fucked.” Dina sighed quietly as the buyers entered the room. 

“Mister and Misses Nelson! Hello, how are you?” Dina put on her best ‘servicing voice’ she called it — just another way of her saying customer service tone, but she’d never admit that — greeting the married couple. 

“I’ve got this.” Ellie reassured herself quietly. 

Ellie bursted through her apartment door, tossing down her side bag and shrugging off the sweater she wore. “Fucking idiot.” Kicking her shoes off, she began to pace, now you’d think that she flunked the sale, that the Nelsons walked out and she didn’t get a single penny; well that’s not the case.

She sold, and it was huge, the Nelsons brought in her biggest cheque to date. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars, her chest tightened when she heard it; she was always so used to a mere three thousand, eight thousand, and on some occasions maybe ten thousand, but this? This was big. 

That wasn’t the cause of her panic, no, the Nelsons wanted more than the one piece. They’d offered her a contract, they wanted her to do three more pieces. 

They’d pay her twenty-five thousand a piece, present them at a high end showcase and go 75/25 on the finalized prices — and no she wasn’t on the short end of the deal, they were giving her most of the profits. 

The only issue, Ellie’s pieces as of late had been lack luster in her eyes. Stuff she wouldn’t even sell on eBay in her opinion, the deal was perfect, she couldn’t just pass it up but how the fuck was she supposed to get out of an art block that she’s been facing for almost two months now?

She hadn’t realized she paced herself right into her room, maybe it was for the best because the first thing that popped into her mind was you. Curiously, she sat at her desk, same sketchbook, same spot, now though your environment had changed. 

You had curtains now, a pretty pink with a leopard print decorating it, though you hadn’t closed them. 

You sat in front of your webcam, wearing nothing more than a large t-shirt and your underwear. You felt lazy tonight, but you had a small fanbase to feed.

Sugama12 left a $25 dollar donation! -> you look so cute tonight. 

“Awe you’re so sweet, I’m still unpacking so no special outfit tonight. Can you guys forgive me?” You pouted to the camera, waiting for something to come in. 

user398760826: of course !!!

wetpussluvr9: flash us ur tits and maybe we will?

pinksilicone✓ left a $75 dollar donation! -> glad to see you back baby, I know ur hiding that delicious cunt from us. 

You rolled your eyes playfully “Penny,” you whined, you made mutuals with Penny when you first started, she taught you everything you needed to know about caming; also taught you how to handle such a crowd. 

“Fine you caught me, but you guys have just been so good to me for my first stream back.” You licked your lips, very obviously sneaking a hand between your thighs. 

“It just makes me so, I don’t know- horny.” You whimpered, pushing away from the desk in your rolling chair, giving your viewers a peek at your hand down your underwear. 

tealblu: ohmygoddddddd

oliveeeerrrrr: that’s so hot

titfckr: been waiting for this all day

Doubleaanderson left a $100 dollar donation! -> take ‘em off. 

You smiled, your eyes low, senses filled with pleasure. “Anything for you baby.” You giggled before doing so, your pussy on full display. 

“Ta-da.” You smiled, using your fingers to spread  yourself. “I’m drenched.” You whined. 

giggleshits14: so fucked out and so pretty, god I’ve seen what you’ve done for others

tealblu: slowdown, I can t type wit on e hand we ll

wetpussluvr9: I feel fed.

user398760826: squirting contest !!!

Doubleaanderson left a $150 dollar donation! -> cum, yeah.

pinksilicone✓ left a $350 dollar donation! -> fuck that baby, squirt, yeah. 

Thank god for Penny.

“Yes, mommy.” You whined happily, stuffing your cunt with three of your fingers. Pumping them in and out at a steady pace, your jaw hanging slack as your whimpers and whines grew louder. 

“Oh my-” There it was, the gush of sweet release. Your stomach caved in as you watched yourself come undone, your floor now resembling one of a swim deck; you had a mess to clean up later. 

pinksilicone✓ left a $100 dollar donation! -> good job baby! 

Doubleaanderson sent a $500 dollar donation! -> good girl. 

You pulled yourself back to your desk, missing the puddle of your own pleasure by inches. You smiled tiredly. “Thank you baby,” you tried fixing your now messy hair. 

“Now if you loves don’t mind, I have a mess to clean. I’ll come for you guys another time?” You smiled, many pings coming in as you blew a short kiss to the camera before logging off for the night. 

Ellie was astonished at the show you’d just put on, her heart was racing, the beat matching the one between her legs as well. Not only were you drop dead gorgeous in her eyes but you knew your body like the back of your hand, something about it made warmth pool in her underwear. 

She needed you, in more than one way, ways that would probably freak you out but god. It was beautiful. 

Maybe she should’ve stopped gawking, as you relaxed back in your chair, pushing away from your desk as you let out a long sigh of relief, you smiled to yourself. Slowly turning towards your window, you opened your eyes causing you to shoot up in your chair. 

Come to find out, you hadn’t closed your blinds that entire time and to your surprise there sat none other than Ellie at her window very obviously having watched your entire show from her window. 

Without thought you quickly got up and shut your newly bought curtains “I’m so fucking stupid.” You muttered to yourself as you held the curtains closed, you probably just scared off the girl of your nonexistent dreams. She’d probably label you a perverted freak, probably move out — seeing as she just found out she lives next door to a camgirl — tell her parents about you and they’d air your business out like dirty laundry to their neighbours. 

“Fuck!” You threw yourself onto your fresh spread. 

On the other hand, Ellie’s brain was moving like clogs. She sketched you so many times she couldn’t count them all, your pleasured face and your finger stuffed cunt. She imagined you in so many different positions and poses she couldn’t keep them bottled up, it gave her an idea.

She tried to sleep, but she couldn’t get you off her mind. She checked the windows to see if you’d opened your curtains, but still they remained shut. Ellie couldn’t help it, she got up around nine that morning, brewing a cup of black coffee and standing in front of a large empty canvas. 

“This is pervy.” She whispered to herself before begin the sketch.

Dina once told Ellie about a flower “Clitoria ternatea” also known as the butterfly pea, Dina explained that it resembled the clit pretty well. Like mother nature's very own pretty pussy in all its glory, searching up a few photos, Ellie shrugged. 

“Fuck it.” 

She was on a role, or so she thought. 

It took Ellie days to finalize the sketch, but once it came time to get to painting she was stuck. She felt as if she'd ruined the image if she added color to it, she was frustrated. 

She held the paint filled brush inches away from the canvas, hesitating. “Are you fucking kidding me.” She put the brush down before running a hand over her face, she huffed, staring at the sketch before her. 

The thought of you coming back to her, it brought back that warm feeling in her stomach and the clench between her thighs. “Mm- fuck.” She shifted, trying to fix her underwear. 

Still uncomfortable, still wet. “Shit.” She muttered, she took a moment to think to herself, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-

“No, fuck that.” She began pacing, even peeked through her curtain to see what you were up to. Your curtains were wide open but the place was empty, just your two pups on your bed cuddled up together, sleeping. 

“Of course, she’s not home.” She muttered, walking back to the piece she was working on. It felt as if the painting had gotten bigger, as if when she turned her back it doubled in size. 

“No. No! It wasn’t this big before!” She grumbled, the flower was intimidating, the empty lines pleading for color. The white fabric seemed to be discolouring by the second, the image was distorting itself before her. 

“Fuck off, Fuck. Off.” 

She slammed her room door shut, shutting her curtains and dimming the room lights. Maybe it’s what she needed, a break from the brainstorming; she pulled up her laptop, ready to watch something corny and fall asleep hopefully. 

She sat at her home screen for a minute, her mind wandering to none other than you. She glanced at her curtains, she could tell your lights were still off; you hadn’t come home yet. 

“This is weird.” She whispered to herself as she opened her browser, switching to incognito and as if on cue she got a text from Dina. 

The Man (Dina): Nelson's found a showcase, three months away. 

her heart dropped. 

The Man(Dina): big spenders, big opportunity. bring ur best els, i know u can.

It was all too much, she wasn’t used to such high stress situations like this. A time crunch? She didn’t do that shit, it took her in total a month over the span of eight months to complete one piece and now she was pushing out orders like a machine? 

She sighed “Gotta loosen the screws somehow.” Ellie didn’t know where to start exactly, so she opened Instagram and searched your name. There you were, even your socials were pink — even if the layout was black, you somehow made it radiate a pretty pink.

Scrolling through your photos only made the girl realize that you were just as gorgeous online, there were thousands of people on your page you’d managed to rack up a solid fifty thousand followers. “Fuck me.” Ellie whispered as she sat up, moving her laptop into her lap. 

Her brows creased as she scrolled your page, eventually moving on to your stories which were way more lewd. She eventually came across a clip of you and Penny together “If you wanna see us kiss you should like, click the link!” Penny joked and you giggled, the two of you very obviously sweaty from your previous activities. 

Ellie knew better, it was an invasion of your privacy, hell she’d just met you — but it wasn’t a want at this point, no, it was a need. 

The link led straight to a pretty pink website, very obviously your page, it was an old stream.

You sat on Penny’s bed, making sure you were live. The comments came flooding in, asking questions about your new location and pretty lingerie set. 

“Is it live?” Penny asked, still fiddling with the camera, you shrugged. “You tell me.” You smiled.

“You bitch.” 

bushbrigade1998: omg is this a collab?

user1290347865: I know this room. 

pussygenie: You&Penny? Same room? This is about to get messy. LOVE. 

nightowl5: get on with it.

cl1tf1ndr: that red one piece is stunning on u

katkilla✓: Penny find a new bombshell? 

“Kitty? No fucking way!” Penny crawled into the bed next to you, reading the comments from your phone. “What do we owe this big surprise? You already know the answer to that.” Penny smirked at the camera.

katkilla✓: well??? introduce us!

So she did, placing a gentle hand around your throat as she told the audience who you were. “She’s such a good girl, I promise.” Reaching her thumb up and caressing your bottom lip gently. 

“So? What should I do with her?” She asked the camera, picking your phone up waiting for a response. 

venusclaire: GET, THE, STRAAAAAAAAAAAP

nightowl5: fuck! please!

user6969: oooo mating press! 

“C’monnnn, I know you guys can do better than this.” You learned that Penny ran a strict program, no matter how many comments you responded to, you never — ever — take orders from anyone that isn’t donating. 

Penny held your chin up with her free fingers, while her thumb remained inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue. 

glitterclirz left a $50 dollar donation! -> show us her boobs. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Penny smiled, putting your phone down in front of you both. Taking her now damp thumb and sucking it clean from any excess saliva, you both giggled. 

Penny slid behind you, moving your hair out of the way and resting her head in the crook of your neck “She smells so good, like warm vanilla.” She boasted before shoving her nose into your skin “Penny, oh my god!” You giggled, she undid your bra, letting the Lacey material fall before you.

“Oh my god.” Ellie whispered to herself, setting her laptop back on the bed and sprawling across her mattress as she began skipping through the video. 

She got to a point where you’d both stripped down, the camera was no longer mounted now in the hands of Penny as she fingered you open, your moans loud as you gripped the red duvet beneath you. 

“Slip me a third- Please!” You begged, staring up into the camera, your eyes watery as if you were on the verge of tears. “So polite,” Penny taunted, but she did what you asked. 

“Fuck.” You breathed. 

Ellie was infatuated with you, skipping further, the two of you now grinding against each other. The ache between her legs was unbearable in her underwear, yet she felt as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen; from you. 

The camera was mounted once more, but off to the side this time. You were on top, being heavily guided by the girl beneath you “Penny, oh my god!” If you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. Your voice was high pitched and shaky, your whimpers loud and long as the sound of your two sloppy cunts making out filled the room. 

“You’re doing great.” Penny whispered to you, she knew you were overwhelmed but you had an audience to please “Just one more, I know you can, for me?” 

And as always, you did what was asked of you, Penny sat up to meet you, your skin colliding and breaths aligning. “You’re so pretty.” Was all you could get out before kissing your best friend as you both finished, you held on to each other tight.

Ellie didn’t bother to stick around to see the rest, if she wasn’t horny before she was now. Scrolling your page, you had a lot of content up, many playlists and popular videos which eventually led her to your most recent upload.

The stream from a few nights ago, she was too deep to turn back now so she opened it. She skipped ahead, getting around to you touching yourself beneath the desk. Ellie didn’t hesitate, flipping onto her back and stuffing a hand down her track pants and underwear trying to follow your lead.

Running gentle circles over her own clit before catching your hand moving a bit quicker “Shit.” She uttered through gritted teeth, picking up her pace with you. 

You eventually got around to fingering yourself, Ellie of course followed, sliding her slender fingers in and out of herself at a similar pace “Holy Fuck-”

She stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowed and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her stomach tightened. “Oh my-” she heard you whimper one last time but she kept going, feeling herself grow closer by the second. 

She said your name like it’d summon you, whimpering in between each call as her orgasm washed over her. It was like a shock of electricity followed by nothing. She blacked out.

What woke her was another ping from her laptop, she stirred in her unconscious state before rolling over onto her still open laptop. 

“The fuck?” She rested herself on her elbows, still groggy. Her laptop screen lighting up and reading 

‘5:43 AM’

“Oh my god.” She groaned, buried her head into her pillow. Which was interrupted by another ping, she turned her head just enough to see the notification, it was Dina again.

The Man(Dina): I know this is a lot, don’t overwork urself, or anything

The Man(Dina): I kinda need u alive to have a job, yk?

The Man(Dina): No pressure :).

Ellie was still too preoccupied from the previous climax she was coming down from to care, the fuzzy feeling throughout her body and shaky legs. She slammed her laptop shut before flipping over and sighing “I’m too fucked for this.” She muttered before succumbing to her ever most needed sleep.

Promise me that you'll be there.

Special Thanks & Shoutout to @satellitespinner for designing the graphic for me, love you pookie!

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A camgirl who moved across the country for a brand new start & an artists struggling to find inspiration for new art; what happens when you accidentally save Ellie's career?

word count: tba

warnings: men&minors DNI 18+, camgirl!reader, artist!ellie, girls on film, finger sucking, tit play, fingering, cunnilingus, scissoring, sex toys, yearning (maybe), masturbation, ellie’s a bit pervy but so is reader (to be updated!)

.01 - P*RNSTARS 'N PAINTINGS

after finally moving in, you try to get a bit more comfortable in your new home. Tip #1, always close your curtains.

.02 - DOUBLE ENDED SWORD?

< Part II >

synopsis: just got dumped? no worries! call your girls, head to the club! but by any means do not hook up with the first hot girl you make eye contact with!

wc: 1.6k

warnings: MDNI +18, reader just got dumped (boo!) fingering, kissing, reader and Ellie are mighty horny tonight, Gordon Ramsay mention? mentions of alcohol consumption, coming untouched (new discovery, never seen before), not proof read.

photographer!ellie x celeb!reader

synopsis - when you find your favourite camera woman on a red carpet, you can’t help but ask a favour.

wc - 1.2k!!!

warnings - MDNI 18+, pwp (as always), cunnilingus, fingering, le sserafim reference (???), not proof read!

Eat it up! Eat it, Eat it Up!

‘Bad Bitch in between your teeth!’

The lights from the cameras were blinding, the voices from every which way made you nervous; but you loved it.

The rush of being the centre of attention for the night, waking up to articles upon articles of your look for the night. It was a boost to your ego, of course it’s what came with the fame.

“Over here!”

“Babe, look here!” You never answered, just smiled and stuck another simple pose for them to eat up. Tonight was the premiere of a pretty big movie, and you were cordially invited by the director herself.

You walked up the steps into the building, your assistant helping to usher you along. Inside the venue were many big faces, you said your hello’s, greeting a few fans along the way.

That didn’t stop you from noticing a familiar face, one you often loved to see on the carpet — you knew it’d be a good night when you did. “Ellie! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” You smiled bright, mischief coating your tone.

“I’m not the one with my face plastered everywhere right now.” She shrugged, holding her camera tight. It was her profession of course, take photos and bring them to the hire ups of the venue, but something about her love for that camera made you feel some sort of hope.

She snapped a few photos, you watched, trying to figure out just how her brain worked. “Don’t think too hard, don’t want a blood vessel to burst.” She muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. You scoffed while rolling your eyes, she was in a playful mood tonight; perfect.

“Hey- Uhm, if you don’t mind. My manager said I needed to uh- update my portfolio.”

“Your portfolio?” She raised a brow at you before turning back to her camera. “Yeah, a few new photos for auditions. Maybe some good, I dunno, head shots.” You smirked.

“When?”

“Tonight.”

“Where?”

“My place.”

“Time?”

“After the gala.”

“How many?”

“As many as you want.” You flashed her your signature ‘fuck me’ eyes, drawing a hand down her chest. “So? What’ll it be?” You asked, quietly, tugging at the tie she had on so neatly.

She smiled.

-

That sealed the deal, you didn’t remember anything about the ceremony or the ride home. You did however, strip down into nothing but a button up and a pretty thong you’d been saving for a good occasion.

Your blood was pumping, was it excitement or nerves? God you couldn’t tell, but once the doorbell rang it didn’t matter what you were feeling.

You’d be feeling her soon.

She had on the same suit, tie discarded and her camera in hand. “You look good.” You smiled, chewing on your bottom lip — you’d suffered the consequences later.

The two of you were in your kitchen, she sat at the island watching you pour two glasses of your very expensive red wine. “What happened to your diet?” She asked bluntly, brows creased.

You chuckled, screwing the top back onto the long neck bottle. “Dieting is for on set and press tours, I’m free now. Why? What’re you cravin’?” You asked, smiling ear to ear.

“My go-to meal.” She smiled as you slid her glass over to her, catching a whiff of her cologne — the one you got her for her birthday. “Addicting?”

“Guilty pleasure, really.” She took a large swig from the glass before getting up from her seat and onto her knees behind you. You chuckled, taking a sip from your own glass.

Gripping the plush of your ass cheeks while peppering kisses along the back of your thighs. “It’s been so long.” She whispered as you turned around to her, running fingers through her hair.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?”

Was all she needed to hear, nearly tearing through your panties. Starting with opened mouthed kisses and kitten licks, you moved one of your legs over her shoulder; heel digging into the skin of her back.

“Fuck me!” You whined, tilting your head back. The hand you originally had in her hair now gently tugging at her auburn locks. She muttered something into your cunt, intangible but you could care less.

You whined, gripping the marble island counter, you looked down at the girl as your hand played in her hair. Her eyes met yours, giving you a harsh suck it caused you to inhale sharply.

Your whimpers and moans filled the room, he’ll probably even parts of the house you hadn’t been to yet. A knot tightening in your belly, you whined at the thought of the feeling ending so soon. “Ellie! M’close!” You breathed.

Before you could go back to enjoying your perverted bliss, Ellie shot up from her knees, mouth covered in your slick. “Why?” You whined. “You’re very-” Ellie lifted you onto the counter, lifting your legs leading you to lean back. “Fucking spoiled.” She finished.

Kissing along your inner thigh, you bucked your hips up into her. “Enough playing, c’mon, please?” You begged, followed by a short whimper and pout. “Let me savour this!” She mumbled into your skin.

Though she was quick to dive back in, repeating her same movements from earlier but this time they felt more sloppy — desperate almost. “Yes!” You whined, back arching off the counter. Your hand finding its place in her hair once more and the other groping your own tit.

She slipped you two digits, your belly tightening once more. She set a quick pace, giving you no time to be familiar with it. Your moans getting higher with each second passing, it only egged her on.

“I’m-” You couldn’t even form the words you meant to, when your climax hit you, you were seeing more than stars; fireworks almost. Your body felt all tingly, it took you a second to come back to reality.

“Oh my god.” She panted, you sat up, the both of you trying to catch your breath. “Feeling good?” She asked breathlessly, you knew what that meant.

“Fuck yeah!” You chuckled, pulling her in for a dragged out kiss. She smiled. “Good. I still wanna fuck you, you know?”

“Oh! How romantic!” The two of you giggled.

The night was long, you were sure your neighbours knew her name by the morning after. You spent hours with your drenched cunts pressed against each other, desperately grinding for release, falling asleep a few times, heavy make out breaks in between when you were both too sensitive.

The feeling of her hands on your body lingered, now here you sat in a meeting with you PR team two days later. “Hey! Are you listening?” Your assistant nudged you, you turned to her, quickly nodding trying to play off you being tuned out as a deep thought moment.

“Oh my god!” Your manager squealed, staring at her phone screen in fear. “What? What is it?” The room went quiet, when your manager stepped in front of you and flipped her phone around you felt your heart drop straight to your ass.

“Fuck me!” You whispered to yourself. The paparazzi had apparently followed you home that night — fucking creeps — and snapped a few photos of you and Ellie together, looking obviously intimate.

“They dropped an article already!” Your manager yelled, pacing back and forth. “C’mon it can’t be that bad!” You let out an airy chuckle, trying to diffuse the situation a bit.

“Oh really? ‘Rising star and mystery woman get a bit handsy after a hot red carpet! A real bad bitch between her teeth’!” She read the title, dropping her phone on the table.

“Is that a fucking LE SSERAFIM reference?”

“Abby would be super serious!”

And whole time this is them if they existed in the real world,

< Part III >

Synopsis: ok, getting fingerbanged by the girl at the club, not bad! Just make it a one time thing, no contact after this!

wc: 1.2k

warnings: MDNI +18, fem!reader, ceiling mirror! a bit of titplay, PWP (as always) masturbation (r), sex tapes, nudes (grrr), ellie does more than triple text (loser!!!)

hey siri, play ‘lie down’ by doja cat!

Pervy!Reader