⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ mean!soccer!ellie hitting from the back after a bad game
mean!soccer!ellie who comes home from a disappointing match one night to you waiting in the bedroom, arms wide and ready to comfort her, though your plans are immediately thrown out the window the second she walks in. her hair tousled, fists clenched, face pissed. a low, heavy “get on the bed.” is all the indication you needed to know that this was going to be a long night.
mean!soccer!ellie who has you bent over on all fours in no time, pounding into you from behind at a pace nothing short of relentless. your arms are practically shaking as she whispers filthy little praises into your ear, relishing in the way they only seemed to get you wetter. “did you wait up all night for me, baby? you’re so-mmf-fucking-sweet.”
mean!soccer!ellie who only teases and taunts the more you arch into her, mocking the muffled, fucked out moans you screamed into the pillow. “a-ah, fuck! ellie-!” “‘ah! fuck ellie!’” she practically laughs out, “could you be any louder? god, you’re such a needy fucking slut.’
mean!soccer!ellie! who takes it all out on you—all the day’s exhaustion, all the pent up frustration—channeled into your poor, sopping cunt. she grins meanly, deft fingers digging into the flesh on your hips, forearms flexing as she moved you up and down her strap.
mean!soccer!ellie whose hand comes down to smack your ass like she really means it. sparing you no mercy as she thrusts into you. the chorus of wanton moans bring ripped from your throat only egging her on. “you like that, baby, hmm?” when you only moan in response, “of course you do.”
mean!soccer!ellie who swears she can feel every inch you tighten around her, groaning just as shamelessly, as her thrusts grow sloppier, pace quickening. “yeah, baby? is that good? fuck, you’re so-hah-goddamn tight.”
mean!soccer!ellie whose relentless pace makes you cum embarrassingly quick, though her taunts are barely intelligible through the haze of pleasure clouding your thoughts as you ride out your high.
mean!soccer!ellie who keeps going long after you come, unforgiving pace only further intensified by the growing sensitivity, driving you absolutely insane. “aw, baby, is it too much? you can take it, can’t you? mhm, that’s right, you can take it. that’s my girl.”
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