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anchoeritic · 2 years ago

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“to be my slut.” i’m DONE for. i’m DOWN BAD. doing it for tattoo artist!ellie and her only🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

kissing in the bathroom. [ ellie w. ]

PAIRING ; tattoo artist!ellie x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ; 2.4k (i got really driven away.)

WARNINGS ; smut, top!ellie, bottom!reader, usage of weed, ellie rejects reader at first, kind of cold and reserved ellie at first until she gets high, reader has a serious fixation for ellie, ellie also has more tattoos, basically a hookup, manhandling, grinding, fingering (r!receive), choking, public sex?, praising, degrading, slight mention of blood, spit.

SUMMARY ; in which... you met ellie at a party and you want her to tattoo you but instead she ends up fingering you in the bathroom.

AN ; just my slutty thoughts with ellie while listening to childish gambino won. this is basically porn without plot but ridiculously long. also, i really like making playlists for my works to have an idea of the vibe, so here's the one i made for this, but tbh i was not really inspired on this one so sorry. TT

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"i kinda hope they catch us".

you hated parties, the noise made your head rumble and drunk or high people really pushed your nerves to the edge, ironical, because dina really liked parties and smoking and still, she was one of your best friends. actually, you accepted to accompany her and her boyfriend jesse for just one reason, one reason with first and last name: ellie fucking williams. well, of course her name was just ellie williams but fuck, she was known all over the town for being one of the best tattoo artists around and you needed her to make you a tattoo. you first tried to contact her through her instagram but she never responded, and well, dina told you she was invited to that stupid party, so that was your opportunity.

that was the night you would convince ellie williams to mark your skin forever. maybe in more than one way.

"want some?" dina said with pinky eyes, offering you a bad -probably because she was already high- rolled blunt.

"to end up like you? no thanks, love," you rested your hand on her shoulder, squeezing it a little bit. "where is your fucking boyfriend anyway, he shouldn't leave you alone like this" with your eyes you searched for jesse, impossible to find him because of the big ass crowd.

"it's okay, he just went to the bathroom and i saw you alone-"

"you know i'm just here because of her" you interrupted her as you looked at her eyes.

"dude, at this point i don't know if you want her to tattoo you or fuck you." your friend said, pressing her back on the same wall you had yours.

"dina, god! of course i just want the tattoo" it's not that ellie wasn't attractive, actually she was probably known for that as well, she was the best in her career and hot as fuck, one of the main reasons for that, her almost permanent smirk. and yeah, you found her attractive and you actually spent more time than you should looking through her instagram posts, but have something with her was absolutely impossible, i mean, more people than you can count with your fingers already tried to hook up with her, her reaction? i'm not interested in that, sorry.

"if you say so, i wouldn't blame you tho" she joked as you both saw her boyfriend walking towards you. "i would wanna get in her bed if i was single too" and she smiled at jesse, you just choked on your own saliva thanks to her words, damn, you are not gonna end on her bed.

"guess who i just saw" jesse said to you with a big smile on his lips as he gave dina a kiss on her cheek, you just shrugged, hugging yourself.

"your mother?"

"no shit, we're twelve again, making mother jokes?" jesse rolled his eyes, arching one of his eyebrows making you smirk, entertained. "joke's on you, actually, i saw your girlfriend, well, girlfriend who doesn't know she is aaaand she is coming right now."

"and... who is that?" mimicking him you rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms, he pointed with his jaw. "i swear you're fucking dead, jesse." you whispered, getting completely stiff as you saw the tattoed girl going towards you and your friends with an awkward smile on her lips.

"hey... hope i don't interrupt but jesse told me you wanted to talk to me." she scratched her neck awkwardly, completely opposite to the vibes she gave on her socials she seemed like a reserved girl, and that was a surprise for you.

"oh, yeah... well..." you were literally shaking, you were known for being self assured and talkative but fuck, it was impossible to keep your jokingly appearance with her in front of you, looking at you with an indifferent stare and lips frowning.

"oh, god, jesse i think i just saw your sister, let's see her" she grabbed his arm, softly pulling him as he was saying no, she's out of town. "shut up," she whispered at his direction. "sorry, girls, we have to go for a while, see you around, els." and without any kind of shame or dissimulation she winked at you.

ellie cleared her throat. "yn, right? uhm, i'm... kinda busy right now, can you tell me what you want" her feet already tapping against the wood floor, making it creak but being silenced by the loud music.

you imitated her, clearing your throat as well, crossing your arms in a defensive way like protecting yourself from her sharp green eyes. "i'm gonna be clear, i want you to tattoo me."

"no." zero hesitation on her answer.

"but-"

"i said no." she was firm and even cold. "if you want that, make an appointment through my page or call my studio number." already her body turning to make you see her back.

unluckily for her, you were persistent.

"please." you grabbed her by the wrist, making her turn again to face you, her features hardened.

"you won't accept a no for answer, aren't you?" you just shrugged, her free hand going through her auburn hair. "if i tattoo you, are you gonna leave alone?" you nodded. "look, it's against my own moral to tattoo someone like this..."

"i don't care if you just tattoo me in the bathroom, i'm gonna pay you, just for the record". she chuckled, kind of amused by your response.

"of course you're gonna pay me. well, let me think it, okay? if you want we can meet in two hours in the..." she thinked, looking around the living room, thinking of a private place because in case she accepted, she didn't want anyone to think she tattooed people everywhere in any moment. honestly, in a normal situation she would probably just tell you to fuck off, but she couldn't. "in the bathroom." she tried to hide her smirk.

you nodded, impatient already.

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you were waiting on the bathroom, leaning against the sink. the two hours have passed already, 3:25 at the moment, you were waiting about ten minutes.

guess she's not gonna come you thought, incorporating, walking towards the door and then, the door opened revealing a messy ellie williams: her man bun almost undone, her eyes pink, chapped lips and her breath accelerated giving the clue she smoked some weed. and for what it seemed like a whole eternity you both looked on each other's features.

fuck, of course you knew she was hot, pretty, ethereal, you noticed since you followed her on instagram but for some reason seeing her like that, with the soft bathroom light, getting high on her smell, her smile when she notices you've staring at her like she did with you. what a fucking smile.

you retreated, leaning against the sink again, clearing your throat loudly. "i thought you weren't coming."

"i wasn't, but i couldn't left a pretty girl just like that." did she just called you pretty? the same girl who seemed annoyed by your presence just two hours ago? your cheeks turned red and your body heat was elevating and of course she noticed how your body was responding.

"are-are you gonna tattoo me?" you swallowed as you closed your thighs unconsciously, her body weight almost on top of you.

"no." this time her response was the same but it wasn't, she wasn't serious or annoyed, actually, she seemed pretty entertained by your reactions to her antics. her face getting closer to yours, just inches between both.

"you are high, you don't know what you are doing." you tried to get away from her, before you could her hand trapped your chin, manhandling you, making uncomfortable to keep your clothes on.

"i'm high enough to know what i'm doing and not regret." her hand softening her grip on your chin. "if you don't want this you can go right now."

actually, you wanted that, you wanted her to make you a complete mess in that bathroom, to mark you with her teeth and lips instead of with ink, you needed her in a way you didn't know you did. a soft no almost against her lips before you kissed her, desperately and hungry, like you were craving for her, tasting the traces of weed on her tongue. you felt her smirk, her hands travelling and tracing the shape of your body, you pushed her against you by the neck, making her bite your upper lip and as result you could feel you underwear almost soaking inside your pants. it was embarrassing that barely anything happened and you were already like that.

her hands firmly gripped your hips as she obligated you to open your closed legs with her thigh slipping between yours, pressing against your core in a way that made you release a breathy moan against her chapped but soft lips, your arms hugging her by the neck trembled by the new feeling of pleasure.

"oh, you liked that?" she said, breaking the connection with your lips, pretending surprise with her cocky smirk, you just nodded with your lips trapped between your teeth. "no, pretty, i like clear answers, weren't you clear?" she pressed her thigh harder against your throbbing core, making you whimper harder that you thought, luckily being silenced by the new song playing, les by childish gambino.

"yes, please." you pleaded for her to continue, to touch you, and like she knew exactly what you wanted she started to help you grind against her thigh, her pants already humid by your fluids soaking on your own jeans. you hands leaving her neck to travel through her flannel shirt, trying to unbuttoned it with shaky hands, unable to do it and that made ellie chuckle as she left your hips unattended to help you, revealing a simple bra with a sporty style and dispersed tattoos on her body. your face and lips unconsciously looking to bury against her skin and mark her like you wanted her to do, but before you could do it, her hand wrapped around your neck, making a soft pressure against your vocal chords as her free one went down to hold your hip again but this time to stop your messy thrusts against her, depriving you of the friction that was calming your nerves wreck between your thighs.

that simple action made you feel like you could just cum right there, completely lost and turned on by her touch and actions, completely lost on her dominance and green eyes full of desire.

"where are your manners, babe? marks or no marks?" she smirked, her wrapped hand starting to roam from your neck to your cleavage and then your lower belly as she looked at you directly on the eyes making you shiver, your mind overwhelmed by the sexual situation you never expected to experience that night, with ellie fucking williams.

"marks." she had you right were she wanted and how she wanted, starving for her touch.

her lips travelling through your skin, biting and then licking the same spot, her hands starting to unbutton your jeans as you pulled softly her back neck hair, completely ecstatic by what was coming, your insides already feeling butterflies just by imagining her, sweaty and breathless as she completely left you dumbed out thanks to her fingers. she slipped her hand inside your jeans, taunting first over your panties, noticing your drooling cunt and her soft but firm touch against your bud was absolutely delicious but painfully slow, making you need more, more of her and that tempted her to humiliate you like a brainless whore. she was not into hookups but you were driving her crazy like she was some type of sex freak, eager to do the filthiest things to you.

"beg for me." her lustful eyes penetrating yours, making you more sensitive to her sinful touch.

"please, ellie." you were needed, absolutely down to do whatever she asked if that meant her fucking the shit out of you. a soft whisper coming from her broken lips please ellie, what? "fuck me, please, until i scream." your hands caressing her freckled cheeks with an endearment completely opposite to the pornographic situation.

"until you scream?" the smirk permanently drawn on her face. "someone it's gonna catch us, sugar." you could feel her hand slipping into the piece of cloth that moments before was separating her touch from your needy and drooling cunt, slowly playing with your folds.

before you could respond a sigh escaped through your swollen lips. "i kinda hope they catch us." in a normal situation you would cringe at your own words, at your dirty thoughts about the auburn haired girl, but you didn't care anymore.

"oh, so you are a slut, aren't you? wanting to be seen fucked." and then, ellie, without any kind of courtesy introduced two fingers inside you, just waiting for a moments to enjoy your reaction, your moan sounding like a praise to her. "this is what you wanted, you didn't wanted me to tattoo you, you wanted to be mine," her free hand took down a bit more your jeans, letting her see more of your throbbing pussy and fuck, that make her core drooled just as much as you. "to be my slut." curling her fingers inside you.

you were unable to respond, overwhelmed by her long and skilled fingers and you could swear you saw god when she pressed her thumb against your sensitive clit as she rubbed it. her pace increasing as she saw your hands grabbing her in anywhere you could reach, scratching her shoulders and back and probably hurting it since you saw your nails' tip colored by her blood.

you felt everything as you were reaching the edge. her fingers, now three, curling, hitting your sweet point. her thumb on your clit, caressing it. her free hand sometimes touching your nipples through your blouse, other gripping your chin telling you to open your mouth so she could spit inside so she could introduce her fingers, sometimes too deep, making you gag.

"you're so pretty like this, fucked so hard to the point you can't think." ellie kissed you passionately, linking your tongues and saliva as she maintained her messy but fast against your wet and warm walls.

minutes after, maybe hours or maybe seconds, you felt your toes twirling and your insides infested with butterflies, you were borderline, almost cumming against her hand. well, not almost, you were. messy words, whimpers, begs, you were absolutely brainless.

"cum for me." whispered.

brainless and marked forever by ellie williams, but not in the way you thought.

#SCREAMING #BAAAAAAAAA #tattoo artist!ellie #*ೃ༄˚◞♡ ⃗ ellie baby #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my recs !

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