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make you mine | 3 | e.w

summary: the morning after ellie’s drunken night with you, confrontations ensue and a new relationship begins to blossom. an unsettling anxiety begins to set in when you realize you’re going to have to keep what you and ellie have to yourselves. how long will it be before your sister finds out?

pairing: sister’s best-friend!ellie x fem!reader

contains: major fluff!, first kisses, established secret relationship, clingy!ellie, shy!ellie, she’s low key the biggest dork but those are the best kind, hickey (r!recieving)

word count: 3.1K

a/n: if you saw me post this yesterday, no you didn’t. i wasn’t aware of the strike until seconds after i posted it the first time and immediately took it down. but i hope you guys enjoy this. it IS a bit shorter than the other two parts but im hoping if there is a fourth one that we’ll get into more of the plot. this is a filler tbh.

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

You woke up to the sound of hacking and groaning.

Your heavy eyes force themselves open as you feel Ellie’s body shift from right next to you. You hear her mutter soft curses to herself as she lifts her body up to sit upright on her bed. You can hear her grab the Tylenol and water, taking a large gulp of the water until it is finished. Her body lifts up and off the mattress, grabbing the bucket and taking it out of the room.

Should you get up to show that you were awake? Should you wait until Ellie comes back?

As you hear the bathroom faucet turn on, you decide on getting up and out of bed as your shorts are itching at your skin. You slowly walk towards her bedroom door, grinning at her astronaut poster before making your way into the cozy hallway. You glance at the framed photos from Ellie and Sarah’s graduation, and a few other silly family ones with Tommy and Joel. You even caught a few with you and Hailee that you weren't aware that they had been framed.

You tiptoe into the kitchen and decide to cook up a hangover breakfast for Ellie. You tug open the fridge handle to grab the carton of a dozen eggs and the white bread from the pantry.

Eggs and toast are good, right?

When you turned on the stovetop, you carefully got out the pan from the cabinet. When you stood up, Ellie was standing right there in her boxers and tight black tank top. Ellie slightly jumped, seeming to have forgotten about your presence. You were about 97% sure she had also forgotten about the whole night before.

“Oh, Jesus. You scared me,” Ellie’s freckled nose scrunched up, probably due to her headache. She tilted her head to look at you, one eye-opening and a weak grin on her face before groaning out: “Morning.”

You scrunch your nose back at her, muttering a ‘morning’ in response. What were you supposed to say now? You place the pan on top of the burner ring, glancing at her as she slowly takes a seat on the island.

“You slept over?” Ellie hummed, scratching at her bandaged arm.

“Yeah, you asked me to,” you nod to confirm, leaning against the opposite end of the island.

Ellie’s brows seemed to rise at your words; not like she didn't believe you but more shocked that you even stayed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Ellie admitted softly, picking at the skin around her fingernails.

You shook her head and turned your neck to stare at her side profile. She really was perfect in every way. You could stare at her forever.

“It was nothing, Els. Plus, I’m treating you to a homemade breakfast.” You shrug your shoulders before plastering on the strongest smile.

Ellie lightly chuckled at that before shutting her eyes tightly to ease the pressure in her head.

“Not to bother you but did I say or do anything that was just… questionable?” Ellie asked as she was now staring at your face, eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

You try not to show it on your face as every single moment from the night before flashes in your mind. The bathroom. Baby. How painful it was to be around you; not in the mean way but in the bittersweet way.

This was it. The talk that you were dreading from the night before. The sunlight from the large windows from the living room light up Ellie’s pale freckled face with a gentle yellow glow. Your palms were getting clammier by the minute.

“No, no, not questionable,” you laugh softly as you glance at the burning stove.

Ellie let out a breath of relief and shut her tired eyes. “Okay, good. I haven’t been this hungover… like ever.”

You frown at her as you open the flap to the egg carton, grabbing two eggs. You cracked them both, making sure they were separated as you began to fry them. Ellie was silent, head in her palms as she shook her head.

“I’m not drinking ever again,” Ellie groaned out.

You softly laugh at her dramatics, unraveling the loaf of bread to pop two in the toaster. The whole time you were cooking breakfast, you thought about how to bring up what she had said last night. Ellie was rambling about this new move she was going to learn on her board and that’s all you can think about.

Would she even believe you?

Would she dismiss it as her being drunk and stupid? Even if she did, you think that would hurt worse than her just not believing you whatsoever.

As you plated your and Ellie’s breakfast, you cleared your throat with a nervous smile.

“Actually, Els, I did wanna ask you about something you said. Well, a few things but they all… relate to one another,” you ramble out, the tips of your fingers tingling and the beat of your heart thumping in your ears.

Ellie’s eyes stared at you curiously.

“What did I say?” Ellie hesitantly asked as she took a bite of her fresh buttered toast.

You avoid her eye line and shrug your shoulders, poking at the egg in your plate with your fork.

“I may be reading into it too much but you kind of said that you feel guilty about thinking about me in a certain way. That Hailee would kill you if she knew,” you recited back to her, almost wincing as her chewing audibly stopped. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

A few beats of silence passed, your heartbeat racing uncomfortably quick. You looked up to see Ellie’s freckled face flushed a soft red and her eyes wide.

“Well, what do you think it means?” Ellie got out but not without again, avoiding your eye line as best as she could.

“That you have feelings for me.”

Your mouth moved faster than your brain could process as you needed to know the sober truth. Ellie’s pale flushed skin somehow deepened in color as she shoved the rest of her piece of toast in her mouth. You furrow your brows at her, tilting your head slightly.

“I do.” Ellie winced and shook her head.

While Ellie was expecting an annoyed expression, preparing herself for you to call her weird or anything derogatory. Or worse, being let down easy. But when you smiled at her, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

“To think drunk you has more guts than sober you does,” you tease with a soft laugh, taking a bite of your own toast.

Ellie’s jaw dropped at your words before she shook her head. “I was vulnerable and drunk. Fuck you.”

You let out a few chuckles before leaning forward into Ellie’s space with a bright grin.

“You know I like you too, right?”

“Well, now I do, yeah.” Ellie snorted, her blush still prominent on her features as she dug into her fried egg.

That was a lot easier than you thought. Huh. Who would’ve thought all it took was Ellie getting plastered for this to happen?

“So, um, I don’t mean to bother but do you have any clothes I could borrow? I’m not gonna lie to you. These jean shorts are so uncomfortable to be in.” You shyly asked as you were finishing up your own egg.

Ellie nodded and got up from her seat, looking you up and down.

“Yeah. C’mon. Pick out what you want.”

You ended up in a pair of Ellie’s baggy red basketball shorts and a plain black oversized tee. Ellie’s hands, respectfully, landed on your waist when you had stepped out of her room in her clothes. Her eyes seemed to be drinking you in like you had on a skin-tight dress.

“I could really get used to this,” Ellie hummed as her hands massaged your hips with a giddy grin.

“Good. Because you’re going to have to,” you state confidently, leaning in closer so that your nose was grazing over against her own.

Ellie’s smile grew at your words as she tugged you in impossibly closer, your hips touching. Her eyes were flickering down to your lips for probably the thousandth time. It was killing you how badly you wanted to kiss her. You had mentally checked that you had both brushed your teeth after you had both finished eating so at least your first kiss with Ellie wouldn’t taste like oil and eggs.

You’ve known her for half of your life and been obsessed with her for just about that same amount of time. A little kiss (or two) wouldn’t hurt, right? You looked down at her bandaged forearm, tracing the wraps.

“How does your arm feel?” You hummed.

Ellie, too, looked down at her arm, eyes flickering from you to the injured skin.

“Better. I think that kiss really helped with the healing process.” Ellie cheekily said.

You tilt your head, eyes locked on hers as you hum to yourself as you are clearly distracted by the comforting green staring back at you. Ellie’s eyes looked down at your lips, the burning stare becoming unbearable. You lifted your jaw ever so slightly, hoping she would get the hint.

Ellie didn’t hesitate before closing the empty space between the two of you, humming against your soft lips. You follow her movements, hands on her freckled shoulders before they cup at the underside of her sharp jaw. Ellie’s rough hands were holding onto your waist only in ways that you would daydream about.

The kisses slowed into feather-soft pecks and Ellie’s lips followed down your hot cheeks to your collarbone. Your head tilts back as your hands run through her short hair, nails scratching at her scalp. She hums along the skin at the feeling of your fingers. Your hands moved down to her upper back as you felt her lips take the skin in between her teeth and nibbling on it.

“Ellie,” you warn teasingly.

Ellie pulled away after a few more seconds of sucking and tugging on the skin, smirking to herself at the reddening mark. Your chest was rising and falling with excitement as you kissed her once again.

“What?” Ellie replied innocently to which you shake your head.

“If there’s a hickey on my collarbone, Els, I get to make an even bigger one on you,” you tell her with narrowed eyes.

Ellie chuckled at you and muttered an ‘oh no’ before tugging you back to kiss you deeply. You smile like a love-sick teenager against her lips and resting your forearms on her shoulders.

The two of you spent the rest of that morning talking about what you felt for one another but that one thing is certain: you weren't going to tell Hailee. At least, not yet.

You both wanted to enjoy this and keep this between the two of you so that you could figure out your relationship on your own. Your mom wouldn't know, Joel wouldn't know, your friends wouldn't know and Hailee sure as hell won’t know.

If you were going to be honest, it seemed like it was going to be quite easy for the most part. Hailee was a little preoccupied with building her relationship with Vincent so that actually went well. You guess you and Hailee were the same with relationships: more private about it.

However, that didn’t stop Hailee from hounding you the second you stepped into your house that afternoon. You were on a bit of a high from spending time with Ellie, cheeks flushed and heart full.

“Where the hell have you been, dude?” Hailee grimaced at your appearance, eyes squinting from the living room couch.

You shut your tired eyes as you shut the front door, turning the lock once and kicking off your shoes. You had your change of clothes in a neatly folded stack underneath your arm. “I had to sleep over at Ellie’s. She was fuckin’ wasted, Hails.”

Hailee blinked and her eyes lowered from your mess of hair to the clothing that was very clearly Ellie’s. You moved out of her view, making a b-line to the kitchen to grab a cup from the cupboards to get water from the fridge.

“She never texted me about it,” Hailee furrowed her brows and looked down at her phone.

“Well, maybe because she could barely stand,” you quipped as you took a sip of your water.

Hailee looked up from her phone, ready to make a snarky comment when she looked you up and down slowly. Like she was examining you.

“Are those… Ellie’s clothes?” Hailee questioned, trying not to make it obvious that she was weirded out by it.

You shrug your shoulders and glance down at the baggy tee on you, forcing your blush back into your body. It wasn’t too oversized to the point where if you adjusted the shirt in any way, she might see the dark hickey Ellie left on your collarbone.

“Yeah. I was uncomfortable in jean shorts,” you pointed to your previous outfit that was folded onto the counter. “It was riding up my ass.”

Why the hell was she asking you so many damn questions?

“Alright, weirdo. You wanna get donuts? I’m starving.” Hailee changed the topic as she typed rapidly on her phone, a smile creeping onto her lips.

You snort at her and shake your head.

“Sure, yeah. I’m driving though.” You mention, holding up the keys to your shared car.

“God, fine. Mom said I need to practice more so I’ll drive back,” Hailee rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door.

The sibling banter almost made you forget about the entire morning and the previous night you had. How you nearly spilled about the make-out session you and Ellie had. Arguing weirdly always made you and Hailee feel closer as odd as it sounds. Like you could tell her anything.

Maybe this was going to be harder than you expected.

Two weeks passed and you and Ellie were finally able to go out on your first date. Hailee had informed you, your mom, and Ellie that she and Vincent were going to the more city part of where you lived to go eat at some fancy restaurant she had heard of. You were quick to send Ellie a text about it.

hailee and vincent won’t be home tomorrow…

i should probably ask u out rn right?

if u want a gf, yes! :)))

will you go out on our first date tomorrow pretty girl?

YES 😫

im gonna pee im so excited

maybe i regret it already🙁

no u don’t

no more touching my ass since u wanna be acting like that

:((((

noooo you’re so sexy pls😣

hmmm sexualizing me smh

im attracted to ur heart and soul baby ;)

much better <3

ok but actually where should we go

call me and we’ll talk about it xx

Before you knew it, you and Ellie walked hand in hand as you journeyed through the Natural Science Museum. Very fitting for you and Ellie — especially Ellie. You had way too much fun as you took various photos on your digital camera of Ellie posing next to different skeletons of dinosaurs copying their poses. It all felt so natural and comfortable to be so couple-y with the auburn-haired girl.

“You’re such a dork,” you say with a big smitten grin as you snap another photo.

Ellie put her arms down and motioned for you to pose as well. “Come on, you know you want to.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before handing her the digital camera with a soft chuckle, walking over to where she was in front of the podium of the history of the dinosaurs. You copied the T-Rex’s little arms and dropped your jaw. Ellie snapped the photo, smirking behind the camera.

“I have never been more attracted to you,” Ellie spoke with an equally giddy grin.

This time, you flipped her off which she all too happily captured the memory of. You walked back over to her and snatched the small gray camera from her palm and jerked your head towards a sign that was dangling from above.

In big bold letters, it read ‘planetarium’.

Ellie’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment but quickly was replaced with excitement. She grabbed your hand and practically sprinted to the entrance of the planetarium, dragging you along with the sound of her Converse squeaking on the floors. People gave you weird looks at how elated the auburn-haired girl was but you weren’t paying attention to them.

You were focused on Ellie’s adorable smile that could be framed and how she leaned into you to kiss your cheek. The two of you sat down in one of the middle rows in the dome theater. There were only a few other people scattered throughout the seating area which made you all the more comfortable to rest your head on Ellie’s clothed shoulder, a content sigh falling past your lips.

Ellie’s green eyes shone with interest as the screen played an animated movie that you think was about the cosmos. You were honestly too focused on the pretty girl right next to you. Ellie lowly whispered to you about how ‘fucking dope’ everything looked. You did agree.

Space was unknown to you and most but Ellie’s little comments here and there over the narration made you all the more intrigued.

“Hey,” you whisper to Ellie as her eyes flicker from star to star.

Her head turns first before her eyes follow, attention locked on whatever you need to say.

“Hey,” Ellie whispered back, a small grin on her lips. “You okay?”

“Just wanted to say that… I’m glad to see you so happy. It makes me happy, Els,” you shyly admit, one of your hands tracing her veins on her arms.

Through the dim lighting of the theater, you swore you saw Ellie’s freckled cheeks deepen to a pink hue. She didn’t hesitate to take her free hand to nudge underneath your chin to kiss your awaiting lips. You follow the gentle movement, sighing against her with contentment. She pulls away ever so slightly so that your noses are brushing past one another.

“I’m always happy when you’re around,” Ellie admits, her thumb brushing over your chin as her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

Overwhelmed with joy, you ended up whispering with a teasing grin: “Sap.”

Ellie just pecked your lips with an equally teasing grin.

“Takes one to know one,” she mutters under her breath.

You didn't deny it.

You didn’t want to either. Yeah, you were both saps but who gave a fuck? You felt happy. So fucking happy. You rested your head back on her shoulder, cuddling into her inviting touch. Her head leaned onto your own, a content smile on her lips as you took her hand in yours.

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les4elliewilliams · 18 hours

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OK OK HMO

How about ellie giving reader anal as a punishment kinda thing for coming home so late after a party?? PLS I LOVE MEAN ELLIE

omgomg. I swear I'm so obsessed with mean Ellie. Sure, she's lovely and she can be such a sweet, caring, thoughtful girlfriend. Put your health and well-being above everything else, but at the same time, she can be a big meanie. And all I can think of is that one coworker!ellie fic I wrote not too long ago. She's such a meanie, I would love to fight her ass for hours to be honest, even for no reason at all; just seeing her getting all riled up and fuming red is such a turn on?????? like be mean to me i'll cum. ANYWAYS!!

cw ; wc: 4k words approximately. anal sex, smut (no shit! ik.). she accuses you of cheating, and she won't let you cum ;( dom!ellie if it wasn't obvious. kind of rushed towards the end and not proofread, sorry :((

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Afterparty punishment.

As you stepped out of the Uber, you were blinded by the bright glow of your phone's screen. You stared at all the lost calls and texts from your girlfriend, chewing on your bottom lip. Though you had heard your phone ringing, you wanted to stay longer with your friends and unwind after a long and stressful week at work. But your girlfriend had made it clear that she expected you to be home by midnight, and it was already 3 in the morning. You couldn't help but wish that she was sound asleep by the time you entered your small shared apartment — but you knew it was unlikely. You had a strong feeling that she was up, waiting for you, probably ready to lash out at you for being so late and not answering any of her calls or texts. You could already feel the tension rising as you approached your apartment complex.

You carefully turned the key in the lock, twisting it slowly and quietly, hoping not to disturb her in case she had dozed off while waiting for you to return home. As you pushed the door open, you could hear the low hum of the television set emanating from the living room. You tiptoed forward, trying not to make any noise, but just as you stepped into the room, she turned her head to look at you. Despite the calm expression on her soft features, you knew that she was anything but relaxed. Her eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity, and you could feel the full force of her anger emanating from her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on your every move, waiting for you to speak first. You could tell that she was furious, and you braced yourself for the storm that was sure to come, letting out a long sigh.

You were the one who broke the silence first "Hi babe." your voice sounded gentle and subdued, your facial expression tinged with a hint of guilt. You slid your coat off your shoulders and hung it by the hooks on the wall. The air inside felt different than when you left to go to your best friend's party, and you could sense something was off. Her voice was soft yet firm and harsh as she replied, "Hey." She didn't even sound as sweet as she did when she said goodbye to you before you left. You kicked your heels off and left them by the door, not bothering to put them away even though you often yelled at Ellie for leaving her worn-out sneakers by the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger as she stood up from the couch and marched over to you. Her previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her face was freckled and scrunched up in anger, as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I'm so sorry, I was stuck in a traffic j-" you began, your voice apologetic. But it was clear that she was infuriated with you. She had called you multiple times, texted you, spammed your phone, but you never answered any of her calls. As time passed, she became increasingly worried that something might have happened to you and couldn't believe you could be so careless. She scoffed at your attempt to make up an apology, knowing that it was a lie, she wasn't buying it. She looked at you skeptically, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "A traffic jam?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe you were stuck in the traffic for over three hours?" She shook her head and let out a loud sigh of disapproval. It was clear that she thought you could have come up with a better excuse.

Just when you were about to respond to her rhetorical question, the woman abruptly raised her hand to signal you to keep quiet. "Don't even try to give me that bullshit," she scolded, her voice rising in anger. "You could have at least answered my calls or texted me back. But no, you just leave me sitting here, not knowing where you are or if you're okay." Her frustration was palpable, and she wasn't done yet. "I trusted you to be home by midnight. Do you have any idea how late it is?" she continued, her voice even louder and more incensed. Her arms were tightly crossed, causing her biceps to bulge, and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on them for a few seconds longer than necessary. So fucking toned, she was too fucking fine even when fuming red and when she looked like she was about to strangle you.

You stood there before her, silent and unmoving as she let loose her verbal barrage. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she continued to scold you. She's all fired up, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. "It's three in the damn morning," she growled, her words like daggers in your ears. She didn't leave any room for an argument, as if you had any reason to protest. The anger that fuelled her words didn't dim her beauty, though. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you as you watched her. With her black tank top hugging her curves and torso perfectly, her bulging bicep muscles inviting you to come closer, run your fingertips over her smooth and freckled skin, just like you usually did in the bedroom. The fire in her eyes, her commanding presence, and the way her body moved with each angry gesture all combined to create a powerful aura that was almost...hypnotic. You found yourself inching towards her, your tongue running along your bottom lip, not that she seemed to notice, too busy lashing out at you "Just because I leave you the freedom to go out with your friends doesn't mean you can leave for that long and be completely unreachable," she spat, her lips curling up in disdain. The rage in her voice was like a torrential downpour, drenching you in her fury.

You let out a laugh and watched her face shift from surprise to confusion and eventually to anger. She towered over you, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. "Oh you think this is funny? You think this is fucking funny?" she spat out, her musky scent invading your nostrils as she stepped closer. She took a deep sniff, "What, are you drunk too?" she asked with disdain, this time actually waiting for you to talk "Just tipsy, El."

A scowl etched across her face, the lines around her mouth and between her brows more pronounced. "Who were you with? Cause I'm sure someone kept you there, am I right?" she accused you, her voice low and husky, as if she was battling with her thoughts and emotions. Her words carried a hint of insecurity, a slight crack in her usual confident facade. Her jealousy was a sign of her affection, a sign that she cared deeply for you and feared losing you. She has always been overthinking it since she met you. You were so perfect, too perfect. Out of her league. She knew she was wrong for accusing you, yet her anger and insecurities overtook her logic. It was like a fever that burned deep within her, urging her to let her emotions take control. But she also knew she could trust you, you had proven her multiple times. You were the only thing in her life that gave her a sense of stability, and she was terrified of losing that. Even as she raged and accused, there was a part of her that wished she could take it all back, but the damage was done. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and she didn't know how to fix it, yet she couldn't bite her tongue. "Ellie, are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?" You felt a sense of disbelief and hurt at her accusatory tone, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand why she would say such a thing.

"I don't fucking know. Did you?" Words kept slipping from her lips, dripping with venom and malice. You could almost feel the weight of her anger pressing down on you, suffocating you with her wrath. She crossed her arms over her chest like a fortress, her eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion. Her body language was rigid as if she were trying to hold back an explosion of emotion beneath the surface. Her jealousy was undeniable, like a fire burning in the pit of her stomach, consuming her from inside.

"Are you dumb?" you exclaimed. You had never given her any reason to doubt you, so her words hit you like a blow to the gut. Despite her insecurities, she had never accused you of anything like this before, and it left you feeling hurt and confused. Your chest felt tight as if the accusation had left a physical imprint on your body, making it hard to breathe. You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, not quite sure of how to respond. "Are you a whore?" Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process what she had just said, and a flush of anger and arousal spread across your chest like wildfire. Your cheeks flamed with a blush, but you tried to suppress it, not wanting her to know how deeply her words had affected you.

"Excuse you?!" You snapped. She kept gazing at you like a laser beam, drilling into your soul. You were unable to move or speak as she stood over you, her toned arms crossed as if daring you to speak out of turn. You were simply speechless, your words dying in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. "Did I stutter?" She repeated, her words dripping with sarcasm, and you could see the fury in her green irises. You were left speechless, your mouth open but no sound escaping your lips. "Take your clothes off," she demanded you, her voice low and firm; you were frozen in shock as her words hit your ears. You felt your heart start to race at her words, your mind struggling to comprehend what she was asking you. "Wha-" but she cut you off, predicting your question "Your actions have consequences," her tone stern and unforgiving.

There you were, bent over on the couch, your ass prominently displayed for her hungry and unforgiving eyes and your weight balanced precariously upon the palms of your hands sinking into its cushions, you found yourself in a vulnerable position while her eyes devoured every inch of your exposed skin. She loved the sight of your fucking ass on display for her...man, she was loving every second of it. Love bites covered your collarbone, boobs, and neck. She was rougher than usual – not that you minded, of course. She stood behind you, adorned only in a pair of sleek, black boxer shorts and a strap that hung close to your dripping entrance. The anticipation mounted as she teased and taunted, never actually fucking you like you were begging her to, instead, choosing to punish and drive you insane. She knew the effect she had on you; this was some sort of game to her, a punishment, and she was playing expertly. You were making a mess on the couch, so wet, she swore she had never seen you this needy and desperate for her. Upon your left ass cheek, the imprints of her five fingers stung gently as she kept slapping over the same spot whenever you'd talk back to her with an attitude or when you'd try to ride her black strap, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this one bit.

She held your beloved vibrator dangerously close to your achingly responsive nub at the gentlest setting, but that was enough to send ripples of ecstasy coursing through your throbbing core, making your hips buck into her to seek for more, but again, she wouldn't give it to you. You groaned softly as she hovered over you, "Please, baby, fuck me, please..." You pleaded and pleaded, but she didn't budge. "What is it that you want, hm? My dick?" you whimpered when she set the purple wand pressed onto your clit to a different speed, making your hips wiggle and move around slightly; she knew you were close. "Don't you dare fucking cum without asking first" her voice ringing in your ears like a drumbeat. It was a harsh, demanding tone, but there was something almost musical about it, an undertone of raspy sensuality that turned your stomach in knots. "PleasePlease'mclose" You begged her for mercy, your voice pleading and desperate. You were completely at her mercy, utterly dependent on her for your release. "Baby..." She murmured softly, her voice like velvet laced with silk. This gentleness nonetheless held a mocking undertone that suggested further torture awaited you, leaving a few damp kisses on your back as she supported her half-upper body on your sticky and sweaty back. "If you had been home by midnight, none of this would happen." The gentle reminder hung in the air, another cruel twist of the knife, as she denied you the sweet release you so desperately sought, determined to prolong your punishment for the time being. It was the second time she was doing this, driving you fucking insane. Your walls clenched around emptiness, your whimpers growing increasingly pitiful and urgent. "Ellie... please, I'm going to cum," you pleaded softly. Unable to resist, you thrust your hips backward, seeking more of her; you needed her to fuck you badly, but she wouldn't even fucking touch you. You've been begging and begging for an hour now, still fucking nothing. When she heard you gasp, her emerald eyes traced downward, taking note of the tip of her strap, embedded in your drenched pussy. what a fucking slut, she thought to herself.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she withdrew, leaving you to emit a frustrated whine and an empty feeling behind; your wispy brows furrowed in despair, a picture of helpless longing. "Pleasepleaseplease... need you so badly," you pleaded, your voice wavering and weak. "I want to come on your cock" You failed to persuade her, it gradually dawned on you that she was immune to your usual tactics. A mournful groan echoed through the room as she turned the toy off, your neglected clit throbbing almost painfully. "Ellie, plea-" you began, only to be silenced by her stern interruption "How many hours were you late?" but you sighed, trying to apologize again "Baby, I'm so-" Her hand landed forcefully on your asscheek, followed by a gentle caress to soothe the lingering burn. This contradiction between tenderness and roughness sent shivers through you. An involuntary yelp escaped you, your hips involuntarily flinching away, only to be swiftly guided back into position. "Answer. The. Question, slut." she steely commanded "Three... three hours," you stammered, your voice thick with lingering desire, your breathing laborated.

Her voice, a mix of raspiness and sweetness, offered an ultimatum, "Last one before I actually let you cum, hmm?"

Three hours late, three orgasms taken away from you.

Finally thrusting into your aching hole and fucking it relentlessly just to pull out of you when you were about to cum. What a fucking dick.

Your body was trembling, your heart racing as you were completely out of breath. Every inch of you felt hypersensitive like you were on the verge of breaking apart. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear and she wasn't done with you yet.

"Please, may I now?" you implored, your gasps ragged. Mockingly, she replied, "Don't think you can handle it." Ellie teased, her voice dripping with playfulness, you could sense the mischievous grin appearing upon her freckled face in her voice, even if you couldn't see her. "You've got to be fucki-" Your protest was silenced mid-sentence, curtailed by her stern retort "Language. You want to cum or not?" Despite her harshness, amusement lurked beneath. Reaching for the forgotten lube on the coffee table, her weight shifted on her knees, her restlessness palpable; both of your and her knees were starting to hurt, but neither of you seemed to care enough. You exhaled, attempting to quell your nerves. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" she grumbled, twirling the cap between her nimble fingers. "I was worried, waiting here for you the whole time..." she confessed. "I lost track of time," you conceded, partly honest. You just wanted to drink with your friends, have fun, and stay out late. Was that so wrong?

You glanced over your shoulder, your head tilting ever so slightly, capturing her fluid motions as she opened the lube bottle, filling her palm with its slippery contents. When she noticed your fascinated gaze, she smacked your asscheek once more, this time setting your sensitive skin aflame. A whimper escaped you, "Eyes on the clock, princess," she crooned menacingly. "Needa learn how to not lose track of time, yeah?" she had this mocking tone going on, you winced "Stings..." your voice tinged with vulnerability as frustration smoldered in her eyes, eliciting a venomous "Maybe next time you''ll actually answer your fucking phone when I'm calling you" Your eyes darted to the clock hung on the wall before you, searching for some way to gauge the time that had passed. Each second felt like an eternity as your lungs burned with each breath, desperate for the relief withheld from you. The tick-tock of the clock only made the anticipation more intense, each sound like a taunt aimed at you. You couldn't help but wonder what she was planning next.

"I said I'm sorry" but your apology met deaf ears once again. "Sorry isn't enough for me, pretty" her skilled calloused fingers coated your asshole with slick; you couldn't still your restless hips, and the auburnette, anticipating your withdrawal, clasped your waist firmly. "Stop moving, damn it! Just hold still for a moment." Frustration simmered beneath her plea, your restlessness seriously testing her patience.

"Ellie!" you whined, struggling in vain, her strong grasp upon your hip muscle holding you in place. "I thought we agreed on no anal," you argued, but she swiftly shot back, "I thought we agreed you'd be home by midnight." You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes in defiance. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your heart pounding in your ears, and yet, you were too fascinated by the power dynamic created between the two of you.

"Fucking cunt," The words slipped from your lips unintentionally. You heard the slap before you felt it, a sharp and burning sting on your exposed skin. Your flesh felt on fire almost instantly, a reminder of the power that she held over you; the pain was an added layer to the excitement, and you were grateful for the rush of adrenaline it provided. "Still talking back, huh? Have you learned nothing?" Her voice was low but firm, a tone that shook your very core, sending chills down your spine. The power it held over you was like a drug, an exhilarating rush that left you absolutely desperate. You loved being put in your place, even if you'd never admit it out loud.

"Oh, but you can call me a whore?" She didn't even acknowledge your words, dismissing them with an airy huff. "Cause s'what you are." she muttered under her breath, her thumb tracing a wet path through your glistening folds, collecting the sweet nectar. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, a hum of acknowledgment mingling with her words. "Look at this fuckin' pussy, god. You love when I'm mean to you, don't you?" she mused aloud. You were so fucking wet that it almost shocked her; she definitely was going to do this more often. Who knew you'd get so turned on while arguing? "Bet, this is why you always startin' shit" she accused you, chuckling dryly.

"Shut up," you pouted, she readjusted your posture with meticulous precision, her tattooed forearm brushing against her sweat-dampened brow, the silicone cock secure in her grip. She pressed the head against your resistant entrance. Before doing anything, sweet words of reassurance fell from her lips, a gentleness in her voice that you hadn't expected, but she still cared about your well-being and comfort; she loved you to death, after all. "Relax, babe... Last thing I wanna do is cause you pain." You felt your muscles relax as you listened to her; she let out a sigh before guiding it in slowly. "Fuck fuck!" Your cry of distress melted into a plea for relief, her thumbs pressing into your dimples of Venus for stability.

"Get the vibrator, baby," she commanded, pausing her invasion momentarily, allowing you to seek solace in the pulsing violet wand, the intense vibrations reducing the pain. "Ellie!" you cried out, amplifying the toy's relentless hum while she resumed her actions. "Ugh... You're so fucking tight," she grunted, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns along your spine, a balm to soothe your sensitive nerves.

"Ahh!" you gasped as she filled you fully, her digits digging into your supple curves, latching onto tender flesh. She drove her fake cock deeper into your tight stretched passage, letting your hole adjust to her size, stretching it out so good. Your hips sought hers in response, hungrily pursuing every retreat she made, and she laughed softly as soft moans were spilled from your lips. "Ohhh look at you. You fucking brat," immaculate moans spilled forth, painting a picture of pure pleasure and pain on your features. Your eyes rolled involuntarily in the back of your skull, the wand's vibrations maintained a steady assault on your nub, and the surroundings became faint murmurs.

She paused briefly, taking note of your trembling legs before lifting you effortlessly towards her, her chest pressed against your dampened back, you could feel her hard nipples pressed against your drenched skin. Her left hand groped your budding tit, as the other replaced your quivering hand with her own, the violet toy vibrating on your aching nub with renewed vigor. Your panting cries reverberated throughout the apartment and in her ears, mixed with frustrated squirms. It was fucking music to her ears. "Baby, fuck..." You were struggling, completely blissed out of your mind. Your eyes were stuck in the back of your head, your mind lost in pleasure. The sensations were becoming too much, unbearable. The toy's vibration was set higher, causing you to squeal and squirm in her hands. It was like being caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of sensations that were pushing you on the edge. Her hand teased and twisted the nipple between her fingers, her touch almost feathery in its softness. She was in control, and you were just her plaything. She hummed back, covering the purple marks on the side of your neck with persistent kisses as her strap continued to slide in and out of you. "Close, angel?" She hummed against the soft skin of your neck, and the vibrations tickled as she moved closer pressing a few more kisses on your skin. You could feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. She savored every little sound you let out for her; the sounds she forced out of you were all hers. She was making you feel this good, no one else.

Your hand intertwined with the one that rested on your breast, and your other hand reached for her, your fingertips tangled in her auburn hair, as she continued to attack your neck with kisses and your tight hole with her harsh thrusts. "Close...hmmm...p-please" Your whimpers filled the air like a sweet melody, one that seemed to echo in your girlfriend's ears for a prolonged time. "Not gonna pull out this time, princess. I promise," she reassured you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, yet they held an undeniable power over you. You felt as though you were melting into her arms, "Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?" which had you nodding vigorously, the hand between your thighs covered by a whole waterfall, you were so wet, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Alright, bunny. Cum for me, yeah?" she didn't even need to tell you twice, you've been holding it for so long that it felt good to finally let go. A tidal wave crashed upon you, the walls of your posterior clinging desperately to her strap.

You collapsed on all fours once again, your hands sinking into the cushions of the worn-out couch. The sound of your cries filled the air, and you were completely breathless. Your chest felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading throughout your body with a ferocity that you had never felt before. The sound of her breathing mixed with your ragged breaths. She slowly pulled out of your ass and discarded the purple toy somewhere on the floor.

"I was right by the way" Ellie suddenly said, leaving you puzzled. Her tone was triumphant, and you couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. "'Bout what?" As you struggled to catch your breath, you managed to utter a few words, each one punctuated by a deep inhale and a ragged exhale. "You're a whore" you turned around, she greeted you with a playful tone. You couldn't help but notice her rosy cheeks and the glistening of her sweaty skin, with droplets of sweat rolling down her temples. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk, making you scoff in response. "And you're a cunt." you quickly responded back in the same playful tone.

"Need me to teach you another lesson?" She teased, beckoning you to nestle on top of her, your body adhering to her freckled, sticky skin. Trying to suppress your grin, you muttered "Shut up" in a lighthearted tone; she bursted out laughing at your reaction, finding it amusing.

"You better always be on time from now on," she said in a fake stern tone, her eyes fixed on you. "I learned my lesson," you replied, trying to sound apologetic. But deep down, you knew that you were going to repeat the same mistake, just to receive this kind of attention and treatment from her again. Unable to resist the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that came with being punished scolded from her.

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