hiiii its you know whooo, some reader x ellie arms and hands worship would make me sooooo weak. imagining those fingers in my mouth drives me wild🤭
hi you know whooo 😚 yes i absolutely can… i’m losing it just thinking about this while writing. have fun with this one ;) hoping to drive ya wild
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ellie tightened her arm around your waist, biceps flexing as she muttered, “stop moving,” under her breath.
you traced your finger down her arm, admiring the way you could just barely wrap your hand around half of it, squeezing and groaning silently at how rock solid it felt.
you were seated in ellie’s lap, facing her, lips tracing gently over her pulse point as she worked away busily at some astrophysics assignment. such a nerd.
you couldn’t help the way wetness pooled in your panties after straddling her for so long. ellie’s scrunch between her eyebrows reminded you too much of the way she looked when she came hard on your tongue, or when she was thrusting deep into you— splitting you wide open against the mattress.
her strong arm pressing you closer to her large(er— we know ellie’s not massive, but for the sake of this she’s more built than you.) frame overwhelmed your senses with the delirium of possession, just knowing that you were hers, and you found yourself lost in a trance as you watched her hand continue to scribble down various numbers and symbols.
ellie’s long, calloused fingers shifted as she worked; curling as she twirled her pencil, bending when she cracked her knuckles mindlessly, veins popping when she flipped through that thick textbook of hers.
you nipped at her neck, dizzy with need, and desperate to work your mouth against something.
“your wetness is seeping onto my boxers, baby,” ellie laughed lowly, “can feel you pulsing against my thighs. you that needy for me?”
you almost mewled at the sound of her voice, raspy from its lack of usage, warm chest vibrating against yours as she spoke.
“want you so bad, els,” you whispered, legs squeezing around hers as you rocked slightly to soothe the throbbing at your core.
she runs a hand up and down your back softly, stopping at the top to run her fucking fingers through your hair. “mmm, i know. gotta be patient for me, ‘kay babe?”
“ellie-“ you whine.
“shhh, shh shh shh- shut up.” (DYK WHAT AUDIO IM REFERENCING HELP.)
“open,” she taps two fingers on your lips.
she taps again. “c’mon, be good f’me.”
you let her slide them in, swirling your tongue around and between the two digits, sucking and licking at them, utterly hypnotized.
a slight metallic taste coats your mouth as you reach the base of her fingers, decorated with her thick silver rings, and you groan around them.
“god, you’re really out of it, aren’t you?” ellie teases, arm muscles straining as she reaches down to squeeze your ass harshly, “fucking slut, can’t go a couple hours without something fillin’ your holes.”
you moan in response, muffled, as you lift your head in attempt to take her fingers further into your mouth, drool spilling out the sides as you make a mess of her hand to match the one between your thighs.
“uh-huh,” she cooes, green eyes burning into yours as she says, “go grab my strap. clearly need something more to shut you up.”
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