#sub!ellie

Ellie’s hands are all over you the second the front door closes. “Fuck. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” She whines, pressing you against the wall in the foyer, not wasting a single second as she presses sloppy, drunken kisses down the side of your neck.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease. You’ve always been the one in charge, but she is so eager to please you tonight after a few tequila sodas.

She kisses up your neck, biting your earlobe gently. Her hot breath in your ear makes you shiver. “Let me take care of you.” She whispers, her voice deep and sultry.

Ellie whines as you pull her closer and press her hips into yours.

“You gonna take care of mommy?” You ask, teasing her. She stops her kisses on your neck, you can feel her smile against your skin.

Ellie pulls back to give you a drunken, cocky little smirk. Her cheeks are burning red from your teasing. “Yes, mommy.” She laughs before kissing your lips softly, slowly, like she has all the time in the world.

She unbuttons your top with ease as she kisses you, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it hit the floor. She pulls back from the kiss to look down at you. “Oh my god.” She groans, bringing both of her hands up to squeeze your breasts over your lace bra. “You wore this for me? So fuckin’ pretty.” She murmurs, breathlessly.

You smile at how pathetic she gets every time you undress, like she hasn’t already seen you naked a thousand times before. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You say, sternly, already missing the feeling of her lips on your skin.

“Mnh, so mean.” She jokes, bringing her lips down to your collarbone, leaving small bruised spots along your skin as she reaches to unclasp your bra. She takes a moment to pull back and quietly, drunkenly admire your bare chest. She gently rubs her fingertips over one of your nipples, watching it harden. “You’re perfect.” She whispers. You blush.

Ellie slowly sinks to her knees at the sight of you half undressed for her. Her breath catches in her throat as your legs naturally start to spread. “So beautiful.” She praises, grabbing your legs and placing a firm kiss on your inner thigh.

You run your fingers through her hair. “I like you on your knees for me.”

She leans into your touch like she’s desperate for it. “I’ll stay here as long as you want— ‘til you tell me to stop.” She says huskily, reaching up your skirt and hooking her fingers around your lacy thong, pulling it down slowly, carefully, like she’s unwrapping an expensive gift. She’s drunk and flustered and you still make her so fucking nervous.

She helps you step out of your panties, shoving them in the pocket of her pants with a smirk. Her hands slide up your skirt again, whining at the sight of you bare for her. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Don’t know what I did to deserve this.” She mumbles against your thigh, leaving soft kisses.

Your legs twitch under her touch. “Don’t leave me waiting.” You say, pressing your back harder against the wall for support.

Ellie’s hands slide up to your backside, squeezing. A whimper escapes her lips as she finally leans in to taste you. “So fuckin’ good.” She mumbles against your aching core, before dragging her tongue against you again. The pleasure of your sweet and saltiness on her tongue makes her dizzy.

You nearly double over at the feeling. “Ellie—“ you moan.

“Am I doing it right?” She asks, shyly. Her thumb replaces her tongue, rubbing soft circles against your clit as she looks up at you to speak.

“Good— keep going.” You choke out.

“Just good? I can do better than good.”

“Y-yeah. Fuck. Bedroom. Now.” You say, your eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep control, but the sight of her all needy and eager to please between your legs is making you lose composure.

Ellie stands up, still unsteady on her feet, grabbing your waist for balance. “Whatever you say, baby.” She slurs playfully, pulling you towards your bedroom. She slides her hands under your skirt again as she guides you, still drunk and stumbling but too turned on to care.

“How do you want me?” She asks, used to you being the one calling all the shots.

A smirk creeps onto your face. “You tell me. You’re in charge tonight, remember?” You tease, sliding your hands under her shirt.

Ellie shivers, flustered by your words and all the control she has. She guides you down gently onto the edge of the bed. “Want you just like this. On your back.” She stands between your legs, sliding her hands over your body possessively. She lets out a strangled sound, something between a groan and a whimper, as she looks down at you all laid out for her, only in your miniskirt and heels.

She swallows thickly, almost speechless at the sight before her. Until she finally manages to speak. “Jesus, baby. I need you to keep those on for me.”

You giggled at how visibly flustered she is. “You like?”

Ellie nods as she kneels for you again, putting your legs over her shoulders. “I love.” She says, pushing your skirt up even higher. She’s trying to play it cool but her ragged breath gives her away. She kisses up your thigh before licking a firm, long swipe against your folds.

You cry out as your back arches off the bed immediately, she yanks you back down against the bed by your thighs, her fingers dig into your skin to keep you where she wants you. She groans as her tongue circles over you. The sounds you make have her glancing up at you through her eyelashes, hungry for more.

“Fuckkk, listen to you.” She rasps, before taking your most sensitive spot between her lips, sucking lightly. You let out a long, low moan.

She starts to tease you with just the tip of her tongue. You push yourself further down, grabbing her by the hair, practically begging for more. “Don’t fucking move.” You whine, grinding yourself against her tongue.

It’s almost dizzying how fast she can go from confident to obedient again. She does exactly what you say and freezes, letting you work yourself against her tongue.

Her hands grip your thighs tighter, she wants to move so badly but she’d do anything you asked if it pleased you.

She sounds coming out of her are filthy— like she’s the one getting off on this.

“My perfect girl.” You choke out, almost at the edge of your orgasm as she lets you ride her face obediently.

The praise goes straight to her head, her muffled moans cause a vibration on your clit, causing you to finish. You pull her hair even harder as you come apart on her mouth. She takes control again, working you through it slowly, helping you ride it out.

The feeling of your thighs squeezing her head as you finish is heavenly.

“That was good?” She asks, still looking for validation from you as she pulls away, her chin is glistening with your release before she wipes it with the back of her hand.

“Perfect.” You say, breathlessly. “C’mere.” You reach your arms out to her as she climbs over you on the bed, straddling you. She leans down to kiss you again, her tongue slides into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. She can’t help but grind against you, needy for any kind of friction.

You loosen her tie before unbuttoning her shirt. Her chest rises and falls quickly beneath your touch. She sits back up to remove her shirt, tossing it aside.

“Keep the tie.” You smirk, pulling her closer by it. You can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach again as she looks down at you with those swollen lips and hungry eyes.

“Still wanna take care of you.” She mumbles in your ear, still rolling her hips against yours to show you how worked up she is.

“I like you like this.” You whine, rolling your hips along with hers, increasing the pressure.

Ellie lets out a ragged laugh. “Fuck.” She breathes into your mouth before placing one soft, shaky kiss. “You like me like this?” She asks, still drunkenly grinding against you, seeking her own pleasure. “You like me desperate? Then keep me like this.” She whispers.

She’s still drunk, but the way she moves proves how much she loves this. Loves you. Loves watching you get off by taking what you want from her.

“Want you to fuck me.” You whisper.

Your words make Ellie shiver. “Yeah.” Her voice is rough. “Anything you want.” She says, slowly climbing off you to grab the toy. “Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

Ellie takes her time removing the rest of her clothes, besides the tie, of course. She’s still distracted by your heavy stare as you’re lying there looking like a fucking supermodel.

She climbs back on the bed slowly, like she has to think about not stumbling. She kneels on the bed, tightening the harness around her thighs. The sight of her has you clenching around nothing. “Tell me how you want it.” She whispers, lubing the strap.

You back up against the pillows, spreading your legs for her. “Like this.”

“Yeah?” She says, crawling over to you.

“Wanna see your face as you fuck me.” You tease. Her cheeks immediately turn pink.

Ellie positions herself between your legs, lining up the tip of the strap at your entrance.

“Want you so bad.” You mumble, getting desperate and impatient as she takes her time.

“You have all of me, baby. You ready?” She asks.

When you nod she starts to slide the tip in. She moves slow and carefully, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Mhm.” You moan, taking more of her length.

Ellie groans as she pushes in slowly, her hands squeeze your hips, lifting them so she can get in deeper. “So tight, feels good?” She asks. “Can I keep going?”

You gasp at the fullness. “Don’t stop— please—“ you whine, throwing your head back onto the pillows.

Ellie’s skin is burning at the sight of you and the sweet sounds you make. She lets out a soft whine as she fills you completely. She starts moving in and out, slowly, carefully. She presses another kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your nose, anywhere but your lips, knowing she’d get too lost and too distracted in it.

She brings her hands up above your head for more control, moving deeper— faster. The control overwhelms her, she buries her face in the crook of your neck, almost embarrassed, until you start moaning louder, and she knows she’s doing something right. “Fucckkkk.” She mumbles into your skin.

“Look at me.” You demand, sensing her getting shy on you.

Your soft, demanding tone has her head snapping up at your order. Her face is pink and blushed, her eyes are dilated and she’s totally fucking gone for you. “Yes?”

“Look at me when you fuck me.” Your words are a command. There’s nothing soft about them, Ellie always does what she’s told.

Her gaze is hungry as she keeps her pace steady, although the pleasure in your expression has her completely wrecked already. “Look at you, so beautiful.” She whines, slamming her hips into yours. “I need you. I need— need you.” Her thrusts are getting more aggressive as she gets more desperate for the friction of the strap on her clit.

You reach up and grab her hips firmly. You guide her movements to be even harder, even faster. Her thighs tremble as she tries to keep up with the pace you’re setting. “F—fuck.” She cries out, getting way too worked up at the sight of you using her for your pleasure. “Baby— I—“

She can’t even think straight, she just lets you take what you need while desperately trying not to fall apart.

You’re so close. It’s written all over your face. She knows that look.

“I’m gonna—“ you start, dropping a hand from her hip and bringing it to your clit.

“Fuckkkk— yes baby. Let me watch you touch yourself.” She moans, still pounding into you.

“Fuck, baby— I’m gonna—“ You try to speak but the build up of heat in your core is overwhelming. You cry out loudly— too loud. You inhale sharply as your orgasm takes over, your entire body shakes and stiffens with pleasure before relaxing again.

Ellie is still inside you, moving slowly now, touching you like you’re something fragile. “You’re perfect.” She whispers, kissing your collarbone sweetly. She sits up and pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Was I good?”

You smile. “Of course. You’re always good for me.” You say, putting a hand between your legs, getting your fingers wet.

Ellie knows the routine by now. She lays her head on your lap like the obedient girl she is, her lips part as you bring your fingers to her mouth, pushing in slowly. Her eyes flutter closed, she moans at the taste of your release against her tongue.

She sucks on your fingers as you move them in and out of her sweet little mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” You praise her as you pull your fingers out, kissing her forehead. “Always so fuckin’ good for me. You’re so beautiful.” You murmur, admiring her.

“Anything for you.” She blushes.

Heathers seemed to be Ellie’s biggest enemy—not a person or a friend of either of you, but the musical you had performed over six times in the past week and a half.

Ellie was so supportive—ecstatic, even—when you got the news that you’d been cast as the lead, Veronica Sawyer. She’d thrown a whole cast party to celebrate, repeating over and over how amazing you were and how much you deserved it.

But the second she saw the first of many intimate scenes on stage, her heart began to ache. She knew they weren’t a big deal—you told her all the time they were fake, that your lips never actually touched—but that information always seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

The thing was, it was always a man you were kissing, and as a known lesbian, you didn’t see the issue—especially since they weren’t even real kisses.

But Ellie—oh, poor Ellie—didn’t exactly let go of the image that seemed engraved in her mind, even after the production concluded.

So now you stand in the marbled kitchen of your shared apartment, making breakfast for the two of you. Your unstyled hair framing your face as you had slipped off your bonnet in bed, the frizz softened by the winter air.

The tingling sensation of cold hands slipping around your waist makes you glance over your shoulder. Ellie presses her face into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, her lips trailing soft, damp kisses along your skin.

You let out a soft giggle at the ticklish feeling, turning down the stove before facing your girlfriend fully. She smiles, “g’morning, gorgeous” she rasps, eyes barely open, her messy, unbrushed hair making it obvious she slept well.

“Good morning, baby,” you reply gently, your voice quiet against the distant sound of birds outside. Your hands cup her face, pressing soft, much needed kisses across her freckled skin.

Her hands stay on your waist as you pull back, your gaze drifting down her relaxed posture. You fix the scrunched-up sleeve of her dinosaur shirt—the same one she’s worn more than any other since you gave it to her for her birthday last year.

“I see you slept well,” you tease with a small laugh, reaching down to fix her pants, the waistband twisted and one leg bunched up to her thigh. Blush creeps up her neck at the contact, a hand moving up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

You straighten up, turning back to the stove and adjusting the heat. Ellie leans over your shoulder, the smoky scent of bacon engulfing her senses.

“Mmm… bacon,” she hums, tightening her arms around your waist. “God, what did I do to deserve you…” she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

“You made me fall in love, El. Simple as that,” you reply softly, leaning back into her.

Her heart stutters─presses a quick kiss to your cheek before slipping away toward the bathroom, wanting to freshen up before eating.

“Oh! And then Dina and I went to this archive center in some random part of town, and—oh my God, baby—when I tell you it felt like heaven, I mean it!” Ellie rambles, still riding the excitement from her weekend.

You smile at her, feeling yourself fall in love all over again with how easily she lights up over things like fossils and leaf imprints pressed into stone. You nod along, finishing the last few bites on your plate.

She glances down, gathering both your plates and carrying them to the sink. You thank her before heading to the living room, sinking into the soft cushions.

“C’mere,” you say, patting your lap as she walks over.

Ellie settles down, her head resting against your bare thighs, your shorts riding up slightly. You run your fingers through her hair while she looks up at you, quietly admiring the way the sunlight catches your skin.

“How’s everything with those girls?” she asks, referring to the ones from your theater group.

You’d told her about the tension—how they were still upset, jealous that you got the lead… and that you had to kiss the guy everyone seemed to obsess over.

Not you, though—you couldn’t care less.

A quiet sigh leaves you. “They’re still mad. I’ve tried telling them I’m not into him, but they won’t drop it—like, I’m a lesbian! I’m literally dating the girl of my dreams, for fuck’s sake.”

A soft pink flush spreads across Ellie’s face as your words settle in.

“Girl of your dreams?” she mutters.

A grin tugs at your lips at her reaction. “Mhm,” you hum, gently pulling her hand away from picking her lips and lacing your fingers with hers.

A sense of comfort settles over her—not just from your fingers interlocked with hers, but from the quiet certainty in your voice, the way you reaffirm your feelings without hesitation.

Her mind drifts back to the most recent show from a week ago—your final performance.

You gave it everything, making sure it would be unforgettable. Every kiss had your hand tangled in your co-star’s hair, every intimate moment carefully played out—just a little too convincing for some people’s liking.

Her heart seems to skip every time, her hands trembling slightly at the repeated images in her mind.

She lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, her thoughts still caught on the one thing she wishes she could forget.

You frown at the sudden gesture. “You okay?” you ask, your fingers drifting back into her hair.

“Mhm!” she nods—too quickly, too eagerly.

You gently guide her up so she’s sitting, facing you properly. “Ellie,” you say, your tone firm despite the softness in your expression.

“Yes?” she replies, crossing her legs and sitting a little too straight.

You tilt your head, looking deep into the green eyes infront of you. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been like this since last week…” you say, concern beginning to show.

She hesitates, embarrassed by the jealousy sitting heavy in her warm heart. Her hand moves to the back of her neck, rubbing it nervously.

“I mean… they aren’t the only jealous ones,” she mutters, her gaze dropping as her hair falls forward, hiding her face.

Your hand finds her chin, tilting her head up so she can look at you. “Really, baby?” you ask, a small smile stretching across your face. “I’ve told you a million times those are fake kisses!”

“Yeah, but—I don’t know… It’s stupid, but I can’t seem to forget about them…” she says, her hands moving up to cover her pink face. You frown slightly. “First of all, nothing you say or feel is stupid. Second of all, you know I love you,” you say, setting the point straight. “I love you too, but those kisses—they just—they looked so real…” she stammers, her face only a couple of inches from yours as you pull her closer. Your eyebrows raise slightly as an idea comes to mind. “Want me to teach you how to stage-kiss?” Ellie’s eyes widen, a smile settling on her lips as she nods eagerly. You inch closer, your hands resting on her cheeks while hers sneak under your shirt, caressing your waist. “Okay, you gotta imagine this, baby,” you say, glancing up as you think of a scenario. You begin to hum the melody of one of the songs where a kiss is placed in the middle. You place your thumb over Ellie’s lips, pressing it between both your mouths as you push your lips against hers.

Her eyes widen before you pull away. “See?”

She nods, a soothing feeling settling in her chest. “That’s the first step—to make it look more real, I usually add more passionate actions, like grabbing hair or tilting my face slightly away from the crowd,” you explain.

Ellie nods once more. “Ready?” you ask, only to be met with a shake of her head.

“Wait—” she says, pulling you in for a real kiss. It lingers, long and passionate, before you pull away with a giggle.

You place your thumb back over her lips, pulling her in with much more emotion, your head tilting as Ellie plays along, her hands roaming through your hair.

Your lips lightly brush each other, prompting you to pull away fully. “Hey! It was going so well—why’d you pull away?” Ellie asks, her voice growing quiet.

“El, you were getting way too into it.”

Ellie squints at you slightly, still close enough that your noses almost brush. “You’re the one who started this,” she mutters, though there’s a grin tugging at her lips.

You huff out a quiet laugh. “And I’m finishing it—c’mon, there’s another way to do it.”

Her brows lift a little. “There’s more?”

“Mhm!” You adjust your posture. “What if you can’t hide it with your hand?”

Ellie hums, settling back in as her fingers idly tracing along your waist again. You shift closer, one hand sliding up to the back of her neck, the other resting against her cheek. “This one’s all about angles,” you murmur.

You tilt your head slightly, guiding hers the opposite way until your faces line up just off-center. Your lips hover just beside hers, close enough that from the front it would look real.

“See?” you whisper, your breath brushing her skin. “You don’t actually kiss—you just—”

Your lips ghost near the corner of her mouth, barely there, more suggestion than contact. Ellie’s breath catches anyway.

You pull back just enough to look at her. “From the audience, it looks like you’re fully—”

Before you can finish, she leans in that tiny bit more, closing the gap on her own this time. You let out a soft, surprised laugh against her lips. “Ellie!”

“What?” she murmurs, softly pulling away. “I’m practicing.”

“You’re terrible at following directions.”

“And you’re bad at making me want to,” she shoots back, the previous kiss still lingering in the air.

You shake your head, but your hand tightens slightly at the back of her neck, pulling her in again—this time slower, like you’re actually trying to demonstrate it right.

“Okay,” you mumble softly, brushing your lips just off hers again. “Try it properly.”

Ellie huffs, but she follows—tilting her head, stopping just shy of your lips, her breath warm against your skin. For a second, she actually holds it.

“…This is stupid,” she whispers before kissing you anyway.

You laugh quietly into it, your thumb brushing along her jaw. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah?” she coos against your lips, not pulling away this time.

“But I love it.”

She barely remembers how she got here – you were telling her off for something dumb she did on patrol, and then…

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

“Weren’t you just pissed at me?”

“I think you like it when I’m pissed at you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

…

“So if I put my hand in your pants I’m not gonna feel your pussy throbbing?”

…

“Uh… if you do… it’ll be cause you put your hand in my pants. Not the other thing.”

“Right.”

Okay, so maybe she likes it when you’re pissed at her. Just a little.

Her legs quiver as you stroke your hands around her thighs, down to her knees to spread her, up again, caressing the smooth skin beside her pussy. Her hips lift subtly; you shift your fingers down to the slick pooling in the pink between her lips, coax a sigh into the air.

Ellie’s head is spinning, every nerve feels set alight. Your touch bounces around the dark inside her skull – she can’t see where your fingers trail, teasing. So when one finally slides down her slit, her thighs jolt at the intensity.

She looks so cute, forearms bared against the fabric, lip tucked between her teeth. You lean up, push a wad of spit between your lips and let it drip onto her pussy. Her hips lift again, muscles tensing as the warmth slopes down her throbbing flesh. Pressure follows the wetness, and so much warmth she knows it’s your mouth. Her head falls back against the headboard, and she loses her breath at the way your tongue curls over her clit. A wrist tugs hard at the fabric, meaning to drop her hand to push your head closer. But she can’t. Her skin burns with friction.

You moan into the taste, the sloppiness – so wet already, poor thing. Ellie shoves herself into you, hisses when you hold her down and speed your tongue.

“God, fuck.” She groans, panting into one of her curled arms. The heat of your mouth, each slip of your tongue, it’s all she can feel in the darkness. Overwhelming in the most spine-curling way. “Hhholy shit.”

It doesn’t take long before her abdomen’s curving up, thighs pressing in. She freezes in bliss, the dark buzzing with colours, and you pull away leaving her cold. You know her too well, every tell – call her fucked up, but knowing she just has to sit there and take it gives her chest a thrill. Ellie sags, sighing heavily, pulsing so hard it hurts. You soothe your hands over her waist which does nothing to stop the nagging swell of need. The light scraping of your nails makes her skin tingle.

Wind rails the thin walls of her room and the sound lingers in the corners of her awareness, a barely-there reminder of verity. She’s honed in on your every movement despite her lack of vision. Each swath of hair that tickles her inner thighs, the heat of your skin on hers, the breath that flutters over her sensitive pussy and makes her throb.

Ellie jumps when your tongue flicks over her clit. Again. Her shoulders blaze with fatigue. Your tongue flattens, licking heavy stripes that sound so messy she has to whine. You suction over her, pulling, and she hardly has a chance to react before you’re swirling around her again in that maddening way.

You’re so distracted by how she feels, how she smells, how she’s moaning, you almost forget to stop. You manage to snap out of it right as she starts to quiver, gulping in air like she’s hiccuping. Even after you stop her muscles stay taut enough to snap, her hands fisted above her head and curses sibilating from her lips.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You coo, tracing the freckles on her thighs. She sighs like it hurts and you smile. “Bet you wish you could watch me fuck you.”

Ellie nods, her thighs jerking open when she feels your fingers inch inside her.

“Yeah, I wish I could see your pretty eyes roll back when you cum.” You murmur, admiring the glossy wetness slathering your fingers. “If I let you.”

“Please.” She breathes.

Her stomach jumps as you push in knuckle-deep. Then her hips are rolling, mouth widening at the salacious pressure within. You curl your fingers up softly, just to hear her pussy squelch. Ellie moans, long and breathy – the headboard creaks under her weight. She’s so sensitive she could cum just from that, the low grazing in her gut sparking with every slight drag. You press harder into the swollen flesh of her g-spot and she lets out an untethered whimper, her chest arcing up. Swaths of sallow skin spread for you, valleyed with toned muscles and jagged scars. Your palm bumps into her clit, a little too hard, and her legs are clamping.

You push against her knee, remove your hand, crawl between her legs to lie atop her as she gasps. You lift your lips to where her neck’s stretched, her head craned back and giving access to every inch of her thumping skin. You slather kisses, gentle nips, and soon her hips are rocking.

“What do you want me to do to you?” You whisper into her ear, a hand trailing up to grope one of her plushy tits, squeezing her nipple between your fingers. Ellie’s head falls against yours as her spine stretches.

“Make me cum.”

You suck the skin below her jaw between your teeth.

“Please.” Another slow roll of her pussy into your thigh accentuates her begging. An amused sigh puffs through your nose.

“How?”

“I don’t care.” She whispers.

You lean up onto your knees, slide your hands up her stomach, the ridges of her ribs, over her tits. Ellie feels you reach beside the bed then settle back. The anticipation sets her heart pumping – everything’s hot enough to burn, each graze of you against her scorches. Then something cool’s sliding up and down her abs, across her inner thighs, and her head’s swimming again.

You bring the vibrator down, achingly slow, let it settle into her slit and snap the button on. Ellie tenses up like she’s been shocked. Her mouth gapes, forehead creasing where her brows furrow beneath the mask. Her biceps bulge; she’s pulling so hard you’re surprised the fabric hasn’t snapped.

“Good?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” she nods, sucks in a gasp, “fuck, that’s so good.”

You spread her open to watch the toy glide over her clit, watch her pussy clench when you hit the right spot, to hear how it sputters and spittles when the buzzing meets her wetness.

“Seeing you like this makes me so fucking horny, baby. Shame I’m gonna tire you out,” you say, rubbing your thumb up and down the hood of her clit and pressing the vibrating tip down on her bud, “guess I’ll just have to ride your face later.”

The grin she could hear wrapped around your words reduces her to mush. Her ribs flare, and the features you can see are twisted, totally enamoured, lips parted and glistening as she chokes out a groan.

Ellie can’t even form a complaint when you turn it off. She’s too lost in the arousal, too focused on the orgasm stuttering in her gut – hot, swarming tunnel-vision like she’s drunk, all inhibitions lost. She has to breathe through the dense pulsating down low, can’t relax her muscles because she’s so fucking close it might just push her over the edge.

You feel a little sympathy when you notice her schooled breathing, the gentle flush creeping from her chest all the way to her cheeks. You press your hands into the rumpled bedsheets beside her waist, dip down and nudge her face up with your nose to kiss her. She takes your lips hungrily, slackening finally. And while she’s distracted you wedge two fingers into her pussy.

“Huhh, please.” You’re barely moving but it’s enough to bring that desperation back in full force. The thought of you giving her what she needs, fucking her hard until she’s shaking and spent, plays on a roaring loop in her mind. “Please, please.”

“Is that the only word you can remember?” There’s that grin – she can feel your teeth against her lips.

Ellie turns her face away and mumbles a half-hearted shut up. You shift between her legs again, let your fingers speed to the rhythm that gets her quaking. The vibrator finds her clit somewhere in the haze, and she swears that’s your tongue writhing below it. Her eyes spin back so far she wouldn’t need the mask to see black, ardent moans spasming out of her till she can’t take air in.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – there’s another word she can remember.

She’s so soft below your tongue, around your fingers, puffy and reddened and so clearly aching. So wet, it dribbles down your hand, and your own pussy throbs for contact. Ellie’s head bangs into the wood, her silky, russet hair splays against white. She’s begging again as her body winds tight, gears up to let go, the pleasure in her stomach drops and quivers-

Her hips tremor at the sudden lack of friction. You’re smacking taunting kisses all over her thigh. Then your hand returns, sharp slaps on her clit that her body chases. A brief pause, more kisses on her thigh, enough to drive her crazy. Your fingers press flat over her clit and palpate, her muscles shudder and jerk.

“Babe, I’m so close.” Ellie whimpers. Her wrists ache at the tethers but it only adds to the pleasure. She moans shakily when you go back to slapping, her hips twisting, keeping her faltering right on that edge.

“Aww, babe, you’re so cute when you’re about to cum.” You mock, slathering more slick onto your hand and swiping it all over her pussy. The touches on her clit turn feather-light and she pants.

“I need it so bad.” Her thighs curl in, a bid for pressure.

“How bad?”

Ellie shakes her head a little, grits her jaw. The feeling starts to sink again. You can see how bad she needs it, you’re sure she won’t last five seconds if you start again, but you taunt anyway.

“Think I should play with your pussy some more? Wait till you’re really squirming?” Her clit twitches beneath the pad of your finger. “Or… should I fuck you till you happy-cry?”

The sound she makes in response is enough of an answer, no more teasing. You decide to relent, want to see her crumble. You reach up to slip the mask off before returning to your position, and Ellie looks on with bleary eyes as you suction onto her clit and tug. She tries to watch, but your fingers wring her g-spot with such devastating precision she can’t keep her head up. It sends her hurtling back into that shivering, wordless state, and when the pleasure reaches its peak you don’t stop this time.

Ellie cums so hard there’s no room for awareness; her body curls in on itself as the pressure releases and ecstasy ripples through. A subtle crack cleaves the air but neither of her hands give. She’s distracted anyway, humping at your mouth, heaving husky moans until the throes calm. But everything tenses again when she finally registers you’re still fucking her, working against her tight muscles, drawing circles over her clit and slurping. Her lithe thighs close around your head and your free hand struggles to push her away.

“Fuck, wait.” Ellie sobs at the electrifying sensation, “oh, my god.”

Her back arcs, stars dance above before her eyes snap closed and her pussy bares down on your fingers. Too much but she still needs it, the roughness, the obscene pounding between her legs, fucking her hard and filthy just like she was begging for. Tears prickle, flood her lashes, and the yanking in her abdomen blooms anew.

“I’mgonnacumagainfuckfuckfuck,” her words jumble into one long, lewd noise.

“Already?”

Her jaw drops, brows rising slow as she rocks with your pace. Her pussy’s so loud in the silence, until finally she tears in a jagged gasp and her sobs turn guttural. She’s not sure she’s ever felt this before – such overwhelm it blacks out, everything’s lost to the heat and the stickiness and the grinding of you inside her. Something snaps within and the gushing surge has her body jolting. Wetness sprays, soaking your chin and running down your neck. You work her through it, steady and slowing when she starts to sag. Then she’s catching her breath, blinking sluggishly at the ceiling.

The relief is endless, submerging her in a gentle flow of warmth and content as her pussy shimmers with aftershocks that flutter down her legs. You start to untie her wrists as she comes down, which takes a while due to how tight she’d pulled the knots. Once her hands are free you kiss the reddened lines, let her drop her arms to push the hair out of her face. Ellie curls onto her side, lifts an arm lazily when you shuffle over to wrap her in yours.

“Gross, you need a shower.” She complains – your damp chest presses on hers and the blood now has nowhere else to go but to her cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” You mumble, puckering your lips against her jaw. “I told you, you’re adorable.”

The scoff she attempts in response is weak and unconvincing.

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uh we’re so fucking back (but not rlly cuz tumblr is bullying me)

and i actually proofread this one go lee