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the face she makes when she’s got you on your knees, her head slumped back against the wall. you’re between her parted legs with your lips wrapped around her clit, hands gripping the back of her thighs and sinking your nails into the skin at each groan, grunt, and moan you manage to pull from her swollen plump lips. one of her big hands resting on the crown of your head, carelessly guiding you wherever she needed you, without a single demand coming from her mouth. soft gasps filling the almost quiet bedroom with each flick of your tongue against her clit that has her hips bucking up and grinding against your mouth erratically. needing and wanting everything you had.

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dude it does not feel like june rn

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Bartender! Ellie × Dancer! Reader.

Tysm for 100 followers! Feedback is appreciated for this fic! I'm kinda proud of the smut but lmk. Psst, play The chase by Emmit Fenn for the first half!

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CW: NSFW, cunnilingus (r! receiving, Ellie dissapears just like in the game, porn with plot!, descriptions of anatomy, reader has hair down there cry abt it😞, Ellie is kind of a loser if you squint, dub....con?(Reader drinks a dirty martini but idk.). Cum eating?(E!)

The loud bustling chatter of the crowded bar could be heard from all the way outside. You had a leather jacket thrown over her shoulders that covered your skimpy attire. You made your way inside, greeting all the other dancers as you got ready for your shift.

This was your job, pole dancing for a couple of bucks on the weekend while old drunk men tried to shoot their shots with you. You were good at your job, nobody could deny that, not even Ellie who was wiping down a couple of glasses from behind the bar counter, serving alcoholic drinks and listening to customers spew drunken rants.

She wasn't paying attention to them, not really. She had been watching you spin around that pole, a smile on your face as horny fucks threw money at you. She had been trying to talk to you ever since her first day working here. At first she thought you were just hot, but the moment she saw you dancing around that pole, wearing a bikini that was 2 sizes too small clung to your tits with a smile on your face, you had her hooked.

It had gotten pretty late, most of the other dancers already making their way out, leaving a small amount of people in the dimly lit bar. Ellie's veiny hands held onto a bottle of Dark whiskey, tipping it over with a huff as it emptied into a particularly drunk customer's shot class. Ellie was so ready to get out of here and enjoy herself a drink, but he wouldn't quit.

"maybe you should take a break, you know, before I have to clean up your puke?" Ellie mumbled in a husky voice, her brows knit together in annoyance as she slid the glass over to the man. He downed it in one gulp and banged the counter.

"Fhuck ohf and get me another!" The man garbled as his head slumped onto the counter. Fucking prick. Ellie gave him a nasty look as she rolled her eyes and placed a filled glass on the space next to his head. Like an angel sent from heaven, she noticed you walking over, money protruding out of the bikini sockets that held your breasts secure, an exhausted look on your face.

Ellie momentarily straightened her posture as you leaned your side against counter. Her heart was beating slightly faster as she thought of something to say. "Howdy." Ellie breathed. Who the fuck said howdy? Greattt job Ellie.

You, however, didn't seem to mind or even take notice to her awkward greeting. Your eyes settled on the drunk man slobbering onto the counter, a sigh leaving your lips as you tapped on his shoulder. He mumbled incoherent words, Ellie watching you in confusion as she stood there, glass in hand.

"c'mon. get up, time to go!" You said as sweetly as you could, your hands tangling into the man's balding head as lifted it up. His eyes were barely open as he mumbled something, stumbling off the bar stool as he placed money on the table. Finally. By now the bar was a little more quiet, aside from the continuous thumping of house music, you could hear yourself better.

You Turnt to Ellie, your eyes trailing over her waist coat with pins on it before meeting her gaze. "What can a gal do to get a dirty martini 'round here?" You smiled, matching her fake Texan drawl. So you did notice. Ellie simply raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a small grin as her eyes took their turn to trail over your appearance.

She shrugged, licking her lips. "Cash or card then, miss?" She murmured as she Turnt around to grab all the ingredients. You took a seat on a free barstool, your fingers tapping on the counter as you hummed.

When Ellie Turnt back to you, you pulled out a few crumpled bills from the straps of your bikini, placing them on the table with a smile. You were cute, and she was finally getting to talk to you. Admittedly, she didn't know what to say.

She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with you as she prepared your drink, much more delicately and precise than all the others she had made tonight. She slid the finished glass over to you, her calloused veiny fingers brushing against yours for just a moment. "Nice, thanks." You took a sip from the freshly made dirty martini.

Ellie took it upon herself, hoping the joint she smoked earlier would give her a rush of confidence as she parted her lips. "I'm Ellie..by the way." She swallowed, watching you sip on the drink she made you. She hoped you liked it.

"I know."

"How?" her brows furrowed in confusion. She was genuinley confused, you wish you could take a picture.

"it's on your name tag...hello?" You held In a snicker threatening to escape as you placed your drink back down on the counter. Not only was it on her name tag, but she had also been lurking around the bar during your shows, thinking she was invisible or something. You found it cute though, how she was constantly trying to find the right moment to talk to you, failing miserably of course.

"shit, my bad.." Ellie scratched the back of her neck. Of course it's on your name tag fucking idiot. You smiled at her awkwardness, introducing yourself officially as you placed one leg over the other and downed the remains of your martini. Ellie's gaze settled on the way your lips wrapped around the cup, her neck moving as she swallowed hard.

The tension was palpable, Ellie's silence a stark contrast from the way her eyes were practically undressing you. Not that you had much on anyways. If only she knew how sexy she looked with her hair tied back like that, the way her black waistcoat clung to her body. Your gaze trailed up to the star necklace that was visible though the unbuttoned bit of her shirt.

"When are you off your shift?" Ellie cleared her throat as she cracked her knuckles, your eyes darting up to meet hers with amusement. First move..nice. you didn't have anything planned anyway, your usual night ritual consisting of being awfully unproductive. The music of the bar seemed to muffle as you leaned slightly in, your eyes trailing over her features, highlighted by the red tint of the bar lights.

"10 minutes or so.."

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Those 10 minutes went by like a blur, your lips smashing against Ellie's the moment you had the chance to. You could taste the feint hint of whiskey on her lips, her earthy cologne invading your senses as you hungrily let your tongue dance with hers. She pushed you against the wall of the staff room you two were in, her veiny hands feeling up on every inch of exposed skin with fervor.

You could feel the room getting hotter, the soft thump of music now muffled as you felt the throb between your legs becoming harder to ingore. When was the last time you got laid anyways? You moaned against Ellie's lips as her rough hands reached up to cup your breasts, her fingers fumbling to pull off the straps that held what she wanted. The way she was so anxious earlier on, unable to meet your gaze, and now eager to feel all over you- made your head spin.

Ellie's lips sloppily made their way down your neck, leaving hickies and wet marks, kissing and sucking gently over each piece of skin. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your hands reaching to tangle into Ellie's auburn mess of hair, releasing it from the bun she had up. The sound of your breathing mixed with hers was intoxicating as her hands moved downwards to release the knot against your hips, the small piece of cloth that covered your cunt now discarded.

Her gaze set hungrily on your neatly trimmed mount, getting down onto her knees as her palms held your thighs. She stared up at you with her half lidded, reddened eyes, practically salivating to get a taste of you as her thumbs gently pushed into your plush skin. Her touch made you feel intoxicated, or perhaps that was the martini she crafted you earlier, you didn't care anyways. All you wanted was her soft lips against your dripping core as you gave her a nod of approval.

Not even a second later, she slid her wet warm tongue against your clit with a Groan. The touch elicited a whimper out of you, your hand reaching up over your lips to muffle any sound. Ellie's hand reached up to tear it away, groaning against your wet pussy. "W'nna fuckin hear it all." Ellie was definitely enjoying this, watching you squirm, the way she was making you feel, the sounds she was getting out of you.

Everything sent her into a power trip. She slid her tongue between your folds, relentlessly slurping each and every drop of your arousal. Her freckled nose bumped up against your clit as she prodded her tongue into your entrance, tongue fucking you. You let out a breathy whimper, your muscles tensing with each lick. She was a fucking natural. Either that or you hadn't been touched in a damn minute.

Your grip in her auburn hair tightened, your muscles tensing as your moans grew louder, practically riding her face. "Fhuckk, you taste sho good.." Ellie mumbled against your pussy, the vibrations spreading around your heat as you felt your orgasm approaching. You knew you had to keep it down, you really didnt feel like hearing another scolding from your cocky manger, Abby. You'd for sure be crucified if you got caught getting ate out by the bartender in the dimly lit staff room.

Ellie looked so pretty beneath you, her eyes closed as she absolutely devoured every drop of your essence. Your breathing was ragged, Ellie's hand reaching up to place a palm on your bare stomach. The sound of her slurping you up, the wet noises, it was all so overwhelming. You had only officially met her today, and here she was letting out the filthiest groans against your pussy. Ellie didn't even care that she probably wouldn't get this back, all she needed was you squirming as she ate up every drop of you, she could feel the wetness pooling in her own boxers, the one day she doesn't bring her strap..

One final prod of her nose against your wet clit was enough to send you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you held Ellie secure against you. You swore you saw stars from how hard you came. "Hell yeah." Ellie mumbled as she licked up all of your warm cum.

You released your grip on her, her figure coming up to stand infront of you with a smug grin on her face. This seemed to be some kind of victory for her. Your ears rang as you took in her appearance. Her hair was messy against her shoulders, her chin and half her face slick and wet with your arousal. She looked so pretty with her hair down like this.

You struggled to catch your breath, your tongue darting out to lick your dry lips as you watched Ellie fix her waist coat. You were a mess, your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat as your hands shook to pull up your bikini. "Holy fuck." You breathed out, trying to wrap your head around how you even got to this point. Ellie stepped forward and lifted your chin, the ghost of a smirk on her freckled face as she leaned in closer to you.

Her lips gently grazed your ear as she psrted them to speak, the words sending a shiver of post orgasmic bliss down your body. "I'll talk to you, yeah?" Her husky voice whispered as she leaned back, her touch on your shoulder lingering for a moment before she made her way out the room, leaving you completely fucked out with your panties and cash sprawled on the wet floor.

She hadn't even taken your number, and just as fast as this happend, it was over, she was gone.

Hope y'all enjoyed that, my brain hurts, probably not proofread! Please LMK what you think👅

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Cola

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were off for spring break, why not introduce yourself to your parent’s new next door neighbor?

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Infidelity, older Ellie, touching, kissing, fingering, squirting, strap usage (r!receiving)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Part two / Part three

“Those two always argue.” Your mom huffed out, eyes flickering over to the open kitchen window, the sounds of a shouted confrontation pouring in through the screen. You turned your head away from your mom, squinting to see through the mess of trees and bushes that separated your parent’s house from their neighbors.

Whoever they were, they didn’t sound happy. Some of the words exchanged made you wince, eyes widening as you looked back to your mom with a faint and semi-embarrassed laugh, as though you’d heard too much from someone you didn’t even know the face of.

“Sounds like it.” You replied, hopping down from the kitchen counter to pad over to the island, leaning down on your elbows as your mom kneaded out the dough for her bread. The house smelled lovely, reminding you of your childhood when you’d bother your mom to bits because you wanted to ‘help,’ not realizing your help usually meant tripping your mom up or making her forget important steps in her cooking.

So for now you just watched, committing it all to memory in hopes you’d be able to accomplish something even the slightest bit similar once your break was over and you were forced back onto campus. As your mom placed the bread into the oven you padded upstairs, deciding on changing out of your pajamas, after all, it was nearly one in the afternoon and you had plans to go out not too much later.

You sorted through your dresser, humming to yourself as you stripped yourself of your clothing. You’d never given much thought to your bedroom windows, one faced the backyard and one faced your neighbor's house. You’d never worried about your neighbor before, or now, given the argument you just overheard not too long ago. As you pulled your sundress over your head you turned to your window, consequently locking eyes with your parent’s neighbor who stood dumbstruck in her backyard.

“Fuck-“ You cursed, immediately moving from the window's line of sight as you pulled your dress on. “Great, haven’t even been home for a day and I’ve already flashed the neighbor.”

The embarrassment was still ripe in your mind as you made your way back downstairs, hopeful that some homemade bread would soothe your mind. As you walked into the kitchen you noticed your mom wrapping the bread, her eyes casting over to you.

“There you are!” She stated, smiling brightly. “Can you take this over to the neighbors? Figured that poor girl can use some homemade bread with her wife yelling like that all the time.”

You feigned a smile, not one to turn your mom down for something so simple. So you took the bread, holding it close to your chest as you slipped your sandals on, padding down the front porch steps and over onto their lawn.

It was beautifully manicured, the nearby garden buzzing with birds and bees. You’d only ever seen such manicured lawns on the nicer side of town, where dads took utmost pride in ensuring their lawns looked picture-perfect. Maybe the neighbor was one of those people? You mulled the thought over as you walked up their front porch steps, ringing the doorbell with your elbow after.

You could hear the sound of sports blaring from inside the house, the sound suddenly muted, followed by the subtle sound of footsteps approaching the door. What you hadn’t expected, or at least hoped wouldn’t happen, was that the same woman who’d just seen you naked would be on the other side of the door.

You paled, as did she, her eyes flickering between yours and the bread you now appeared to be crushing in your grasp, the crackling of the crust sounding in the awkward silence shared between you two.

“You’re going to kill it.” She muttered, pointing down to the bread. You jumped, looking down at it, silently cursing at yourself as you loosened your grip.

“My mom-“ You started, clearing your throat as you shook your head. “She made you bread, wanted me to deliver it.”

You handed the bread over, feigning a smile as she took it from your hands, smiling down at it as she flipped it over in her grasp. For some godforsaken reason, you blurted out the one thing lingering on your mind, instead of being a normal human being and brushing past it.

“I’m sorry you saw my tits.”

The words hung heavy in the air, causing her to stiffen as she looked up at you, her face soon twisting into a smile as she broke out into laughter. She laughed for a bit, enough for you to calm yourself and laugh a fair bit yourself.

“Blunt, aren’t you?” She laughed out, wiping beneath her eyes as she caught her breath. “Jesus, kid. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have been looking. I’m- I’m Ellie.”

You smiled, extending out your hand which Ellie quickly took, giving it a slight shake, although you could tell she was holding herself back as she did. It made you wonder just how strong her hands were, especially since her arm muscles seemed to be made ever more apparent in the midday sun.

“Nice name.” You stated, dropping your hand back down to your side. “My parents are your neighbors, I’m just visiting because I’m on break.”

Ellie nodded, pursing her lips as her gaze flickered over to your parent’s house. “High school?” She asked, looking back at you.

“College.” You replied, rocking back onto your heels. “First year.”

Ellie’s fingers smoothed over the cellophane, the wrinkling of the plastic underneath her hands filling the silence once again. She exhaled then, turning halfway toward her front door before smiling back at you.

“Tell your mom I said thanks.”

You gave her a brief thumbs-up, walking back down the porch steps into your parent's yard, completely oblivious to the fact that Ellie watched you walk back the whole way, eyes fixated on your hips and ass.

Much to your chagrin, your parents were pinnacles of their neighborhood, knowing everyone and everything that went on within the little suburb. It was nice, in a way, the little neighborhood block parties and the way they always had friends to talk to. It certainly took the pressure off of you in some aspects, but what you hadn’t figured was that they’d throw a party during your break.

They swore it was for you and for you to catch up with everyone, you had been gone for a while at college, so in a way, you were thankful and found it cute. What you didn’t factor in was Ellie attending, her hair tied back in a half-bun, white shirt sleeves rolled up halfway, practically sex on legs. You’d hardly heard your mom asking you to cart out some drinks to the table in the middle of the cul-de-sac until she nudged you with your foot, to which you profusely apologized and made your way outside.

Ellie was conversing with your dad, a bright smile on her face, a drink in one hand as the other rested in her front pocket. Your dad noticed you approaching, smiling at you as he waved you over, you put on a brave face and placed the drinks down on the nearby table before making your way over to them.

“Ellie, this is my daughter.” He stated, pulling you close as he smiled over at Ellie. Ellie only nodded, taking a sip of her drink before replying.

“Met her yesterday, she dropped off some bread. Really good bread, by the way. I’ll have to thank your mom in person.”

Your dad laughed and nodded, about to say something further until a few of his friends from around the neighborhood called him over. He gave Ellie a brief apology, walking over in their direction after, leaving you and her alone.

“Nice dress.” She murmured, eyes flickering over the fabric, how it hugged your hips, the way your breasts strained against the top, it made her have to clear her throat.

“Thanks.” You replied, smiling up at her. You took a moment to look around the party, wondering where her wife was amongst all the other partygoers. “Where’s your wife? You have one, right?”

Ellie snickered at your question, nodding in response as she took another drink from her cup. “I do have a wife.” She stated, tone hinting toward a fair bit of irritation on the subject. “She’s with her parents for a while.”

Sensing the irritation on the subject, your eyes widened, looking to the table between you as you pursed your lips. You’d never been one for awkward situations, they always made your nervous laugh flare up. As if on cue, your lips quirked into a smile, one Ellie noticed right away.

“Am I missing out on a joke?” She asked, words sarcastic as she placed her now empty cup down on the table. Your smirk turned into laughter, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth as you shook your head.

“No, fuck-“ You started, laughter continuing as you squeezed your eyes shut. “I have a nervous laugh, your response made me laugh.”

Ellie’s shoulders seemed to drop then, a smile of her own making an appearance as she chuckled, breathing out a lungful of air as she looked over to you. “You’re weird.” She noted, although a hint of something warm lingered in her words.

“I’ve been told.” You replied, tilting your head as your laughter died down. “I’m sorry for asking about your wife, by the way. You seemed pissed at the mere mention of her.”

Ellie shrugged then, sighing quietly as she itched the back of her neck. “It’s no problem, I guess it’s a sore subject. She’s- well, I’m sure you’ve heard.”

You nodded, not wanting to pry on the subject. After all, you were fairly certain everyone in the neighborhood had heard Ellie and her wife arguing at the asscrack of dawn. You’d never been close enough to overhear specifically what it was about, but it was loud enough to startle you on more than one occasion.

“Why don’t you leave?” You asked, knowing the question was a bit loaded. “I mean, you guys argue a lot. I was just wondering.”

She waved off your concern. “I get it, I’ve heard my fair share of it. I’ve thought about it.”

A sigh passed her lips then, one she shook off as she reached for another drink, popping the top off with her thumb before drinking some. As she swallowed she looked back to you, faint worry lines evident against her skin. You wondered how much older than you she was, she had to be at least ten to fifteen years older. The thought aroused you, making you pull your gaze from hers as you tried to focus on the table.

“How old are you?” She asked, seemingly reading your mind. You looked back up at her, smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Nearly twenty.”

She laughed then, eyes widening as she looked away from you. “Would not have guessed that.”

You laughed in response, moving over to her side of the table, propping yourself up on it as you met her gaze. “Why?”

“Well, I’m twice your age, that’s why.” She responded, words soft as she looked down at you.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the ever-present ache in your lower stomach at the near condescending tone she used with you. Her age shouldn’t have made her hotter, but it did, it really did.

“You look good for your age.” You replied. “Really good.”

Ellie chuckled in her throat, eyebrows lifting for a moment as she shook her head, eyes fixated on the rim of her cup. “You’re bold.” She stated, words spoken with a sigh as she turned her head to look out at the amassed crowd. After a moment she turned back to you, a coy grin on her face. “You haven’t seen my house, have you?”

There was a hidden insinuation in her words, in the way her eyes hovered over your chest before flickering back up to your eyes. You’d be a fool to say anything other than ‘no.’ So you shook your head, the motion causing her smile to widen as she nodded to her house, inviting you to follow her. Part of you pulled, begged for you to go in the opposite direction, knowing exactly what’d happen once you were inside her house - she was married, for Christ’s sake, but you couldn’t. The way her hand flexed around her drink made your stomach twist, panties coated in your wetness already.

You felt thankful that everyone seemed too preoccupied with the huge pile of fireworks to notice you and Ellie ducking off, even more so once you were inside her house, wordlessly following her through the halls. There were pictures of who you could only assume were Ellie’s family, photos with her smiling brightly, in the middle of fits of laughter, it was precious. You couldn’t help but smile at them as she moved into her kitchen, placing the cup down on the island counter.

“I like your photos.” You stated, moving into the kitchen after her, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of her leaned back against the counter, muscles in her forearms evident.

“Take off your clothes.” She responded, tone nonchalant as though she were asking you to hand her a plate. You didn’t hesitate, eyes locked with hers as you reached behind yourself, unzipping your dress. The fabric slipped down your form, exposing your bare breasts to her eyes. She smiled, moving toward you, raising a hand to hold your hip as the other moved to your breasts, kneading the flesh in her palm as she took in your body. “No bra?”

You shook your head, breaths coming out shallow as her finger brushed over your hardening nipple. “Don’t like them.” You whispered, eyes flickering up to meet hers. “They wouldn’t go with the dress.”

Ellie nodded, smiling to herself as her other hand looped around the hem of your panties, bending down slightly to help you step out of them. You’d half expected her to toss them to the floor, but she balled them up, shoving them into her back pocket. The act was perverse, leaving you clenching around nothing as you watched her stand back up straight.

She traced the back of her hand along your curves, touch so gentle it almost didn’t register in your mind. It almost seemed as though she meant to commit every facet of your being to memory, the thought alone making your thighs clench together, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by her. Her green eyes flitted up to your face, brows quirking up in amusement as she trailed the back of her fingers along your inner thighs, fingertips barely brushing the outside of your cunt.

“Are you aching?” She asked, already knowing the answer, but needing to hear you admit to it. You nodded, wetting your lips. She tutted, turning her hand over to press her middle and ring finger to your folds, applying just enough pressure to gather your wetness on the pads of her fingers. Your legs practically buckled beneath you, a whine dying in the back of your throat as you held onto the counter behind you.

She pulled her hand away then, examining her fingertips under the warm hue of the kitchen lights, a smug smile on her face as her eyes flitted back up to meet yours. She held up her fingers then, pressing them to your lips, to which you eagerly opened your mouth. Her fingers pressed down on your tongue, the taste of your arousal coating your tastebuds as you sucked her fingers clean.

A soft moan passed her lips at the feeling of your tongue laving at her fingers, causing her to ache as well. You could see her pupils dilate, her breath coming out haggard as she removed her fingers from your mouth, brushing her thumb against your bottom lip after. You kept your gaze steady with hers, having to remind yourself to breathe every few seconds.

“Want me to fuck you?” She asked, the question so bold that you nearly forgot to respond until her eyes flicked up from your breasts to your eyes, her brow quirking in question. You nodded.

“Please.”

She bit back a smile, grabbing your wrist before leading you back through the house toward the staircase. The walls and furniture passed by your mind in a blur, only finding yourself able to focus on Ellie’s back and the occasional glance toward you she’d toss over her shoulder. Her being fully clothed while you’d been stripped of everything you’d worn was not lost on you, if anything it seemed to heighten your arousal.

Her bedroom was modest, with a nice king-sized mattress in the middle of the room and two big windows overlooking the backyard and the side of your parent's house - the view was partially skewed by some trees, but you could see your bedroom window. Ellie led you over to the bed, letting you sit down as she moved over to her bedside table. You watched in silent amazement as she removed her clothes, each layer removed exposing more and more of her toned skin to your eyes.

You’d hardly been paying attention to anything else besides her abdomen and arms, finding yourself surprised when she moved back in front of you, hand languidly pumping her strap. She looked at you expectantly, to which you moved from the bed and onto your knees, opening your mouth obediently. She hummed out a laugh, fingers brushing your hair back from your face as she used her other hand to slap the tip of her strap against your tongue.

You wrapped your lips around the silicone tip, relaxing your throat as you began bobbing your head, earning you an affectionate coo as she cradled your cheek, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. Her hips moved forward, pushing her strap farther down your throat, causing your eyes to water as you held back an involuntary gag. You could hear her holding back a grunt at the sight of you struggling to take her strap down your throat, spit coating your chin and dripping down to the top of your breasts.

“You look so good choking on my cock.” She whispered, tone full of pride as she smiled down at you. Her fingers grasped your hair, sharply pulling you back, a string of drool connecting you to the tip of her strap. You licked your lips clean, taking in several deep breaths as you looked up at her. She nodded her head toward the bed, helping you to your feet before guiding you onto the plush mattress, positioning you on your hands and knees.

You rested down on your elbows, arching your back, feeling the cold air against your bare cunt. Her hands smoothed up the back of your thighs, harshly grabbing at your ass, giving the skin there a sharp slap. You whined, leaning forward, only for her to grab your hips and pull you back. You bit into your bottom lip, feeling her drag the tip of her strap up and down along your folds, finally pushing in after you let out a particularly needy whine.

“Fuck-“ You cried out, resting your head on your forearms as you let her hoist your body up, fucking you hard enough for the bed frame to clatter against the wall. You could feel your cum dripping down your inner thighs, each push forward of her hips creating a sheen of your juices around the silicone.

She was hitting so deep within you, surely bruising your cervix, each thrust leaving you gasping into her bedsheets, fingers twisted into the maroon fabric. Her hands grasped harshly at your hips, nails digging into the plush flesh as she fucked her strap into you.

“Take it so good.” She murmured through grunts, voice breathless and strained. Her praise went straight to your cunt, causing you to squeeze around her strap. Her hands moved to your lower back, pushing down until your chest and stomach were flush with the bedding. “Arch that back, baby. Fuck-“

You could hear the lewd noise pooling from between your legs, cum slowly dripping down your skin. You were putty in her hands, wanting her to do everything she wanted with you - and she would.

Her right arm hooked around your waist, hand immediately moving to your cunt where she circled her fingers around your clit, slick noises emanating in the air between your near pathetic whines for her to fuck you harder, deeper - you couldn’t get enough of her. She pressed kisses down the back of your neck to the top of your spine, gently nipping at the skin as she continued rutting into you.

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” She all but purred into your shoulder, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your skin in between her words. “Go on, cum for me.”

You could hardly formulate words to reply, all you managed was a strangled cry of her name into the bedsheets, hips jerking in her hold. She didn’t slow down, still fucking her strap into you as she circled her fingers around your clit. Your hands pushed at hers, wordlessly telling her it was too much, all for her to use the hand she’d been using to circle your clit to hold your hands together by your wrists.

“Just stay like that, baby.” She grunted out, cursing under her breath as the base of the strap bumped into her clit over, and over again, bringing her to the cusp of her orgasm. You’d never been one for overstimulation, but the way she had you pinned to the mattress paired with the way her strap rutted against your g-spot left you teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

You were cumming around her strap before you’d even registered it, hips pathetically pushing back to meet her thrusts as you cried out her name into the bedsheets. Everything in your mind seemed to be muddled, finding yourself only able to focus on the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins paired with Ellie’s moans as she fucked you through her orgasm. It wasn't until after you were able to finally fill your lungs full of air that you realized your inner thighs were soaked.

“Holy fuck.” Ellie laughed out, eyes widened with amusement as she pulled out of you, strap dripping with your cum. “You soaked the sheets.”

You felt your face alight, nervous and breathless laughter leaving you as you brushed your hair from your face. “‘M sorry.”

She shook her head, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder, undoing the harness before tossing it to the other side of the room, her breaths coming out in shallow pants. “Fuck, don’t apologize for that. Here- wait here, okay?”

You gave her a weak nod, collapsing down onto the comfortable mattress, feeling your thigh muscles twitching beneath your skin. She returned moments later, your dress in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. She placed your dress beside you, seeming to hesitate in her movements before wiping down the inside of your thighs, the feeling pulling a tired whine from your chest.

After that was a bit of a blur, you’d managed to get yourself dressed and presentable. Ellie put on a different outfit, grumbling something about how her clothes had gotten soaked during the whole ordeal. She was far more gentle than she had been beforehand, seeming to not meet your gaze without a faint blush painted across her cheeks. As she moved with you down the staircase and toward the front door, you turned to her, a naive hopefulness in your eyes.

“Can I see you again?” You asked, giving her a small smile. She looked down at you, lips quirking at the sides. Although you could tell she was struggling with her moral quandary centered around her infidelity. You didn’t know if you’d get the truth from her, but you’d let yourself believe whatever she responded with.

“Sure.”

A/N: This one is so long, I’m so sorry. I have a thing for older Ellie. I ain’t apologizing for that. Anyway!!! If y’all have any requests for Ellie or Abby or anyone from TLOU2 let me know! I hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you for reading or skimming or whatever you do - I appreciate the interactions nonetheless. And you can find all my works over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.”

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would any of you enjoy a ghost fic? 😋

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No I don't want to hump your boot thats crazy I would never do that.. but if I did would you let me?

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soft mommy milf!Wanda I love you

she's so subby, looking up up at you while she's on her knees with her eyes wide and unfocused, her lips parted as she eagerly waits for your command

leaning into your hand when you cup her jaw, a soft sigh escaping her as she finally relaxes after a long day of work. sometimes she just needs to let go of the control she holds over every part of her life, giving it to you instead so she can finally fucking relax.

her moaning and whining in your ear while you fuck her, her hands desperately clawing at your back as you build her closer and closer to an orgasm, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she arches her back

i need her actually

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manifesting a pretty masc girlfriend that plays guitar

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taking notes for when i get bitches ✍️

soft dom ellie who talks you through it 🥺

some soft sex with ellie <3

"look at you, so pretty for me." the words are hoarsely murmured right into your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine as pleasure slowly starts to build up inside of you. ellie's toned left arm is securely wrapped around your torso to keep your body pressed against hers, your bare back right against her chest as you sit comfortably between her parted legs. her touch is as gentle as her words while she massages your right breast, occasionally pinching your sensitive nipple between the pads of her thumb and index fingers, the stimulation drawing soft whimpers out of you that are heavenly music to ellie's ears.

"spread your legs some more... mhm, you listen so well." her right hand cups your core to feel your warmth before letting two of her digits slip inside you. you moan at the welcomed intrusion and she plants a kiss on your shoulder, "so wet already, i can slide right in. you always take me so well, baby."

your eyes close to fully let your body feel the brunette's touches on you. you relish in every small nibble on your neck, every open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, every measured pump of her fingers inside of you. ellie's name falls from your lips in your blissful haze as you grip her arm to hold onto her. she smiles, "feels good?"

your head nods in response, eyelids opening to peak at her, and ellie swears that your expression would be enough to make her cum untouched— your drowsy eyes, your mouth open in an 'o' shape, your furrowed brows. the sight alone elicits a soft moan from the girl, her fingers curling inside of you to find your weak spot. you back arches at the stimulation, more blissful sounds filling the quiet bedroom.

"i want you to touch yourself for me, can you do that?" you hum at her, bringing one of your own hands down your body to rest in between your parted thighs. "don't rush it, do it gently." she instructs. slowly, you start drawing circles on the needy bundle of nerves, causing the pressure in your lower abdomen to increase.

"yeah... just like that. you're doing so well, love." ellie purrs against your neck before caressing your heated skin with her tongue. arousal flows through her veins at the sight of you resting against her in such a relaxed manner, your thighs twitching whenever powerful shockwaves of pleasure hit you.

she picks up the pace of her movements just a little, still maintaining the slowness that allows you to steadily approach your orgasm without rushing things. you throw your head back to rest against her shoulder, your brain melting with each whispered praise, "i'm so close."

"i know baby, let yourself feel good." her lips find your cheek to press soft kisses, trailing up to your ear before moving south again to your jaw, meanwhile her calloused fingers grope your chest with one determined hand and stroke that spongey part inside of you that makes you see stars with the other. your own fingers speed up and your back arches until, finally, you let go, releasing around her fingers as she fucks you through your climax.

"there you go. keep going, don't stop moving." ellie encourages you, her mouth never leaving your body, drinking in every single sound you make for her.

PALESTINE MP, DAILY CLICK, DON'T BUY TLOU

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could you possibly maybe right about ellie masturbating..?????? if you write that stuff ofc

i feel like nobody talks about it enough💔😢

ellie masturbating (nsfw, mdni)

thanks for the ask 🤗 sorry it took me so long oopsies!!!! hope u like it :3

i honestly don’t think ellie masturbates that often. if she’s horny, she’d rather just have sex with you because she likes the intimacy better. that being said, if you ever have to leave the house for more than a few days, that girl turns into a full-on horndog!!!!!

she’d start by innocently scrolling through your instagram, hoping that maybe seeing your face will help her miss you less. it doesn’t work. so she ends up slipping her hand down her boxers and rubbing tight circles over her neglected clit. her movements get faster once she closes instagram and opens the folder she has of all the nudes you’ve sent her. her poor eyes watering at the sight of a selfie you sent her of your soapy tits in the shower, or a mirror selfie of you wearing her shirt that barely covers your ass.

she gets so lost in her own head that she doesn’t realize she’s cumming until she has to physically stop herself from moaning by dropping her phone and covering her mouth with her fist. it wasn’t enough for her, though. and she won’t stop until she makes a mess of herself. she just misses you so much.

her top is now discarded as she kneels on the bed, switching positions. hands grabbing your pillow and shoving it in between her legs, pretending that it’s your thigh. her phone is now displaying one of the many sex tapes you’ve made, this particular one showing her inked hand knuckle deep in your sopping pussy as your whines get louder, moaning her name.

with the pillow folded between her legs, she starts harshly grinding her hips. her whimpers mixing with the low quality sound of you moaning and her cunt leaking through her boxers, making a wet spot on the pillow beneath her. one unoccupied hand coming up to grab and twist at her nipples, still wishing it was you.

as she approaches her orgasm, she humps even faster, closing the video and snapping a picture. her body folding over as she cums with a cry of your name, and a thin layer of sweat coating her body. she takes a second to calm down, laying back and taking deep breaths while the tears finish rolling down her cheeks. then she sends you the picture, captioned miss you. :(

palestine links / educate yourself / daily click

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69 with Ellie 69 with Ellie 69 WITH ELLIE. I’M BEGGING

OK!!! I HEAR YOU!!!!!! finally writing dom ellie again i know people have been wanting her 🙂‍↕️ ellie can and WILL be a seat for you i will not debate it.

dom!ellie who'll make you sit on her face as you eat her out, gripping and slapping the skin of your thighs and ass so roughly. she'll try her best to control herself, but fuck, she can't resist the way you grind down onto her.

and god, the way she talks to your pussy as if you aren't even there is so attractive, and for no reason.

"fuck— look at how pretty you are, drippin' f'me like a good girl."

you clench around nothing from her words, from how absolutely embarrassed you felt because of how wet you were. ellie took her hand from your thigh, dragging two fingers up and down your dripping cunt.

"oh baby, does that make you feel good? you're clenching around nothin' like a slut."

the way you licked and sucked at ellie's clit was messy; there was no pattern in how you did it either, moaning and whining into it all while she was making you cum.

"holy— els, ohmygod. ‘m cumming, ellie–“

without second thought, you sit up onto her face with full force, grinding and rolling your hips onto her mouth. she gives your ass harsh smacks, eliciting whines from your lips.

you're hands dig sharp crescent moons into ellie's abdomen, causing her moans to send vibrations onto your clit.

when you finally ride out your orgasm, ellie taps your thigh lightly to signal you to get off. rolling to your side, you see ellie with the widest fucking grin on her face.

she just loves making her girl feel good, can you blame her?

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★𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬/𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫)★

Vi fic

Ghost drabble

Soap drabble

Abby drabble

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❧ℳℴ𝓋𝒾ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒱𝒾☙

!MINORS DNI!

❣︎setting/preview❣︎: after spending the day with vi (with maybe teasing her just a bit to get her riled up) you end up buying tickets to a horror film that turns out to be..shitty and you end up being in a completely empty movie theater with her, which in turn, leads to her giving you a little punishment for all the misbehaving.

❣︎contains❣︎: not proofread (don’t make fun of my comma filled grammar), smut, public sex, degrading (r! receiving), spit kink, gagging kink, bit of cnc?, dom! vi x perv! newly (to vi at least) bratty! sub! cis female reader. Lemme know if i missed anything!

❣︎an❣︎: wanna quickly add that there is an established safeword between vi and reader, so she’s aware that the reader is okay with everything シ

red speech text - vi

white speech text - reader

❥ “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? squeezing and slapping my ass while we’re waiting in line for food? fingering me outside of my shorts under the table while we’re eating? sending me nudes while i’m waiting for you outside the bathroom? what’s gotten into you?” she says while having pinned you down to the movie theater seat, gripping your wrists, in a hushed tone in your ear, feeling her heavy breathing down your neck, “i normally try my best to be gentle with you but i’m at my breaking point, you’re gonna fucking learn some manners and if that means fucking the shit out of you right here and right now, then so be it” you smirk at her, pleased with yourself, “teach me some manners then, bitch” vi looks surprised by this newfound brattiness and though she’s obviously trying to hide it. she likes it.

she narrows her eyes at you and then starts hastily and harshly grinding the clothed strap—you didn’t know she had on—against your throbbing cunt making you let out a whimper in her ear, “bet you want that strap inside you don’t you, my slutty little girl?” she says with a grin and before you can even get a word out or process this new pet name, she starts pushing the strap harder into you leading you to moan—louder than you probably should have—and dig your nails into her back, yelping, “god you fucking asshole!” you manage to get out “hm, that’s not an answer is it sweetheart? you want this thing in you or not?” she pouts mockingly as she grips your hair and starts to grinds like a rabid dog “shit!” you cover your mouth and in between moans from the stimulation of your hair and pussy, you reply with a muffled “f-fuck, mommy…yes yes i do”

“that’s what i thought”

she smirks and unzips her fly, revealing a clearly new strap that almost makes a cartoonish boing! when it flops out of its enclosure, looking bigger then anything that’s ever been inside you which immediately makes you uncover your mouth, dumbfounded

“vi…uhm-“ she smacks her hand onto your mouth, “i thought you told me you were ready for an upgrade? and besides you know your fucking bratty ass self deserves this” she moves your shorts and panties to the side and spreads your legs, then push her fat cock right into you hard and rough, already starting a rhyme as her strap almost barely hits your cervix each time she goes in and out of you, hearing her groan as the base hits her clit, your walls stretching and though you wouldn’t admit it—you’re loving the paining sensation it’s giving you, moaning and whining into her hand, feeling your saliva building up slowly on it

“how ‘bout i try something else to shut your pretty mouth up?”

your eyes light up as she removes her hand from your mouth and forces her fingers into your mouth—knowing you’ve been aching for her to do this but never getting to it—you arch your back as she fucks and gags you, gurgling replacing almost every moan

with vi, stimulating you in every way possible is always her goal, so as she somehow unclips your bra with the single unoccupied hand and pushes up your shirt, you love knowing what’s about to happen, making your walls throb even harder on her soaked dick. she sucks and kitten licks the nipple of one tit while playing with the other, as well leaving hickeys each time she gives attention to the other boob, wanting to scream experiencing the vibrations of her fucking hot moans and groans on your ‘nips, and actually screaming/loud gurgling when you and likely her as well start getting close

“fuck. cum with me, good girl please”

you give her a little ‘mhm’ in response when she lets you suck on her fingers and she starts increasing her pace, giving you the privilege that is seeing her when she gets to this point; eyes hooded and pussydrunk, hair frizzled, sweat on her forehead, open mouth. just utterly in a whole new world by now.

she’s absolutely majestic though when you cum together—almost together, you wait a bit so you see her first—all scrunched up with her eyes rolling back, this honestly just adds to how it feels when you cum, your high is immense and you for a moment feel like you can’t breathe.

when you come back from that high the two of you sit there panting and sweating for a solid two minutes before pulling yourselfs together and as you walk out vi whispers in your ear while holding your waist

“round 2 when we come home?”

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thanks for reading! シ

music i listened to while writing this

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I LOVE HOW THEY WROTE HER IN THIS OMFGG

Thigh riding Ellie

Soft Dom! Ellie x Sub Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, dry humping??, cuming in underwear, thigh riding, sub reader, pet names used, no use of Y/N ( I wrote this on my phone at midnight )

Ellie gently pulled you onto her lap “You knew what you were doing putting that dress on today didn’t ya?” Ellie’s gentle hands found their way to your waist you didn’t answer but nodded slightly you leaned down kissing her, her hands went up cupping your cheeks as you began to slowly grind yourself against her thigh whimpering softly against her lips “needy girl” Ellie’s fingers went under your white dress rubbing you through your panties “Ellie…wanna I wanna ride your thigh” you mumbled against her neck panting softly “oh? Go on sweetheart” she moved her hands back on your hips as she helped you rub yourself against her thigh soft moans escaping your lips “Good girl” her fingers rubbed circles into your hips “Wanna cum..” you pace increased whimpers and moans filled the room “shh doing so well for me” Ellie praised you as she noticed you got more sloppy she helped you guiding your hips your head resting against her shoulder as you got closer “gonna cum..” and so you did she helped you through your high pressing a soft kiss on your cheek “you did so well”

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vampire!ellie fucking you in front of a mirror... ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

cw: vampire!ellie, mirror sex, oral + fingering (r!receiving), blood sucking, degradation, slight dacryphilia, i'm sleep deprived

18+ smut drabble !! minors do not interact please !!!

outside it’s dark, inside, nothing but flickering candlelight to illuminate your jerky movements and incessant writhing. the mirror catches your every little movement, how your back arches and your arms tremble in holding yourself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

what the mirror doesn’t catch is her. ellie, knelt between your legs. her tongue slides through the folds of your pussy, dripping spit onto your swollen clit tauntingly.

her impurity hides her reflection. the silver mirror is too effective against unholy forces, and thus she can’t be seen. you choose not to stare into your lonely reflection, instead looking down at the vampire’s hard gaze. she elicits soft mewling from your lips as she slurps and laps at you, tongue thrusting in and out of you and pulling strings of arousal and saliva with her. ellie’s hands are strong, pushing your thighs apart so wide.

pulling away briefly, ellie replaces her tongue by sliding her fingers into you all too easily. you quiver as her mouth latches onto your neck. she’s leaving light kisses on already sucked and bitten skin, but you know what it means. her thirst is getting the best of her, and she has to satiate herself.

“stop fuckin’ looking at me,” ellie demands, her free hand pressing a bruising grip into your jaw as she focuses your vision toward the mirror. “just watch yourself, and think about what you’re doing, slutting yourself out to me.”

the reflection is sinful. absent in the mirror are ellie’s slender fingers fucking you. all that can be seen is the way your hole stretches and clenches around them, dripping with lewd essence. it’s rough and fast and you can barely keep up, legs shaking with the anticipation of ellie’s bite, and the way you’re fast approaching the edge of pleasure.

and when it finally comes, sharp fangs sinking into the invitingly soft skin of your neck, you arch your back and let out a whine downright pornographic in nature. ellie doesn’t focus on your peak of pleasure, nor your tears, or the way you gush all over her fingers. she only focuses on the novelty of your saccharine blood which she can’t stop drinking. a selfish pursuit of satisfaction for her bloodthirsty urges. 

she doesn’t stop, not until she’s full, and you’re weak and overstimulated.

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lessons in lust

ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: ellie meets with her hot tutor for calculus and somehow ends with an anatomy lesson! 

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, dealer!ellie (throwback asf), tutor!reader, slightly dom!ellie, cunnilingus, public sex (they don’t get caught tho), a bit of teasing, both reader and ellie are just sluts basically. not proofread :3

a/n: heyyy the way i wrote this in literally 2023 and it's just been in my notes… hence slight dealer!ellie appearance LOL its also barely relevant to the story but I just think tutor!reader x dealer!ellie is a hot pairing. also ellie being lowkey dominant in this is so funny cuz i'm really in my sub!ellie era… but its still hot honestly. anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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ellie sighed as she looked at her current course score, knowing she was about to fail her calculus class if she didn’t start getting decent grades soon. she cursed herself for picking astrophysics as a major, recalling how she ‘thought it sounded cool’ and failed to consider that she would need to take difficult math classes.

she didn’t hate it, but she was falling behind as she allowed her ‘business’ to take up most of her time. it was easy to get caught up, and she was pretty proud of herself once the money really started raking in, but was quickly humbled when she remembered she couldn’t afford to retake a foundational course to her major. 

that was how ellie found herself tapping her shoes against the library chair, waiting for her calculus tutor to arrive. she blew out a sigh from her pursed lips as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, in a daze—so much so that she hadn’t noticed you walk up to the round table until you said, “hi, are you ellie?”

she looked up, a bit startled by your voice in the quiet library, especially because she had picked a spot in the back, away from other people and their chatters. 

she took a second to respond, partially because she had expected some kind of geeky math nerd to be her tutor--especially since it was through the school. however, the main reason for her delayed response was because she knew you.

well, knew is an overstatement, you were a bit of a crush that ellie had in one of her classes. she had never made a move to talk to you, but she often indulged herself by staring at your legs, barely covered by the short skirts you wore to class, and fantasizing about the sounds you’d make with her face between them. she noticed you were wearing a similar skirt today and her mind already started racing, but she quickly snapped out if it. 

“hi, yeah that’s me.”

“i’m y/n, i’ll be working with you today,” you said, smiling at her. she felt her heart rate increase, but she made sure to play it cool. “oh, nice, thanks.” you gave her a slight smile aam pulled your chair in next to her. 

“so, where should we start?”

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after several minutes of going over the subjects taught in the course, ellie’s mind had started to wander back to your short skirt and your words faded into the background as she wondered how quiet she could be while fucking you in the library. you can feel her eyeing you up as you spoke, and try to keep your voice steady regardless of how nervous she’s making you feel. how are you supposed to teach her while she’s practically undressing you with her eyes?

“so, can you show me how you could solve this kind of problem?”, you ask. after a few moments of silence and ellie scratching her head, you giggle, noticing she looks a bit spaced out.

“jeez, am i that boring of a tutor that you’re zoning out?”, you tease. she chuckles and shakes her head, “no, not at all. these kinds of problems just confuse me is all, i really don’t know where to start.”

you scoot your chair closer to her and aren’t sure if you imagine hearing her breath hitch. 

“okay so, show me exactly where you’re having problems."

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“holy shit. you’re a fucking genius. or a saint. both—whatever. i can’t believe i actually understand this,” ellie scoffs in disbelief. 

you smile at ellie and and shrug, “you had it in you. sometimes it just takes a bit of a push. i’m sure you’ll do great on your tests.”

ellie looks at you with a suddenly soft expression, suddenly realizing her appreciation for your help and being so patient with her. she also realizes that she might have a thing for nerds. she would be lying if she didn’t find your intelligence extremely sexy, as if you weren’t already hot enough.

“so, how am i going to repay you for this, y/n?” she asks, leaning towards you and brushing a hair out of your face. 

you let out a shy laugh at her sudden boldness, caught off guard by the cute girl’s fingers brushing against your skin. 

funnily enough, you had heard about ellie before. there was a small number of queer students on campus, and an even smaller circle of queer girls. and as it usually happens, lots of you knew of each other. in fact, you and ellie were both hooking up with the same girl, which was how you knew about her. just based on this, you assumed she was a bit of a womanizer, and her obvious flirting with you now seemed to align with this idea. 

but you aren’t put off by this—in fact, it only makes her more intriguing to you. behind your studious math-nerd image, you aren’t all that innocent either. 

“please, i already get paid to tutor. i’m just doing my job, so you don’t have to thank me any special way,” you reply, amusement laced in your tone.

“i know i don’t have to,” she states simply, “i want to. you helped me out, and i think it’s only right that i return the favor.” as she says this, ellie places her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up as she looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction. 

you raise an eyebrow at her, but once you smirk, ellie knows it’s game over. you lean in forward and lower your voice. “y’know, i think you might be right. i did, after all, save your grade in this class didn’t i?” 

you decide you’ll play along and see where this goes. after all, she was fucking hot. when she smirks at your response, you almost start drooling. 5 minutes ago, you were focused on integrals, but now all your brain can think is how fucking badly you want those long fingers to keep moving up your leg. 

“so how exactly are you going to repay me?” you ask, although you already had an idea of what she had in mind. 

even though ellie was hoping for this situation, she couldn’t believe you were actually down. when she realizes this, it goes straight to her clit. was she really about to fuck her hot tutor? 

ellie suddenly starts lowering herself under the desk.

“i think i can help you better down here.”

you just about come right in that moment, looking down at her mischievous green eyes from beneath you. your breath hitches and you look around to make sure that nobody is watching. 

“fuck. that’s so hot. okay… you just-you have to tell me if i’m being too loud, okay?”

ellie nods and can’t seem to wipe that smirk off her face as she crawls forward and positions her face so she could look under your skirt. you spread your legs slightly for her access and you can immediately feel her hot breath on your inner thighs, causing you to shudder. she looks up at you, making direct eye contact as she leaves wet kisses on your thighs, teasing you, even in this moment where she should be going quickly as to not get caught.

you bite your lip when she drags her middle finger over your clothed heat, then slowly rubs your clit through the pink fabric. you hear her curse to herself and you feel yourself getting wetter as each excruciating moment passes. after a few moments, she pulls your panties to the side to view your soaked pussy. 

“you’re already so wet,” she quietly groans. you almost whine when she brings her mouth so close to your center, looking up at you from her hooded eyelids and just holding herself there to tease you just a little bit longer. 

ellie takes a mental snapshot of your desperate expression as you look down at her, with your lips between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed. but she can’t wait any longer herself. needing to taste you, she licks a long strip from up your pussy and you immediately find yourself choking back a moan. 

ellie seems pleased by your reaction and starts leaving wet kisses on your clit, sucking lightly as she pulls away and alternating with gentle flicks of her tongue. its driving you absolutely crazy how gentle and slow she’s being, and you start to roll your hips to satiate her relentless teasing. she knows that it’s not enough but she’s also aware of how much more wet it’s making you. 

she sucks a little harder on your clit and your head falls back as you gasp in pleasure. then she pulls away, lightly smacking your thigh. 

“uh uh, keep looking at me. i want you to watch me while i make you feel good, baby,” she murmurs before she dives back in.

you pull your head back down to watch her with your mouth slightly agape and see her low-lidded eyes are clouded with lust. your back arches as you feel her the pressure of her tongue increase and watch her bob her head up and down under your skirt. ellie isn’t holding back and you can hear the messy, wet noises her mouth makes against your cunt in the quiet library. everything about the situation was borderline pornographic, and you almost feel dizzy from how much it was turning you on. without stopping her mouth movements, you feel her one of her fingers rub against your entrance before plunging deep into your cunt, causing you to let out a little moan. her eyes flick up back to yours, giving you a dangerous look as a warning. one of your hands clasps over your mouth to muffle your sounds as best you can. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispers, and you nod in response, causing her to tsk at you. “i want to hear you say it. tell me how good i’m making you feel,” she demands, slipping in a second finger. 

when you remove your hand, you accidentally let out another small whimper, and you respond as best as you can, “it f-feels so good. fuck, it’s too good,” you whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.

satisfied with your answer, she reattaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, forcing you to bite your fingers to hold back your sounds. her fingers speed up as well, and you can hear the lewd sounds of your wetness even louder now. you’re getting dangerously close, and she can tell by how your insides clench around her fingers. 

“s-shit, i’m close, ellie,” you half-whisper, half-whine. 

“i know, baby.”

she continues her assault with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to drive you crazy. she can feel her own wetness growing between her legs as she listens to your muffled sounds. when she sees your face, all fucked out and desperate, she nearly cums on that alone. “you gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” you whimper, unable to respond properly as your mind and body are completely clouded with pleasure. your hands find her hair, needing somewhere to grab as the intensity became too much for you, causing her to moan into you, and the vibrations of her voice push you over the edge.

your body freezes up completely for a moment, then jolts as your release hits you, hard. you can’t help but moan and your legs shake as she keeps her pace, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can. when the overstimulation becomes too much, you push her head away from you causing her lips to detach from you with a pop. you gasp for air and your body trembles as you come down from your high. 

when your vision unblurs, you see her still between your legs, lips and chin covered in a combination of your wetness and her spit, and watch her smirk before she cleans her fingers off with her mouth. it’s the most erotic view you’ve ever seen—you could cum a second time.

she helps you put your panties back on and slowy rises from under the table, looking around to make sure the coast is still clear. she chuckles when she sees you still slumped in your chair, recovering and wraps her arm around your waist to help you up. 

“how was that for repayment?” she teases.

you chuckled, still out of breath, and hoped that she’d be setting up more sessions with you in the future.