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mimasroom2 · 3 days ago

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Don’t stand so close to me

professor!ellie x student!reader

Young teacher, the subject

Of schoolgirl fantasy

She wants him her so badly

Knows what she wants to be

Inside her there's longing

This girl's an open page

Bookmarking, she's so close now

This girl is half his her age

Her friends are so jealous

You know how bad girls get

Sometimes it's not so easy

To be the teacher's pet

Temptation, frustration

So bad it makes him her cry

Wet bus stop, she's waiting

His Her car is warm and dry

Loose talk in the classroom

To hurt they try and try

Strong words in the staffroom

The accusations fly

It's no use, he she sees her

He She starts to shake and cough

Just like the old man in

That book by Nabokov

Long time no see, eh?

This trope has been done to death, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it while listening to the song, so I decided why not. Tried to follow the plot that the song gives us :3, but ofc I had to switch it up and make it my own. I was actually applying to a community college while I was writing this😭 took a big fat gap year & now I’m here!

C/w: Professor x student relationship (duh). R is specifically a lesbian (& described as fem). Mention of the book lolita. No use of y/n. Story after the smut!! Slight caregiving kink. Fingering, thigh riding 😛. Ellie says good girl a lot LMAO.

W/c: 7k. Damn I really had to come back with a BANG.

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“Alright, class.. need y’all to focus today.”

You swiftly take out your headphones as your professor walks in the room.

One of North America’s leading astrophysicists. She’s got it all: the brains, the dream career, actual money, and damn good looks.

You chuck your headphones into your bag below your feet, cracking your knuckles as she casually walks in. You need to pay as close attention as possible, unlike your other classes. Not because there was a big test or anything, but because the women herself was here.

Ellie Williams.

You had been super stoked to take her class, all giddy as you realized it actually was a requirement for your major. It’s not like you necessarily went to this college because she taught here, but it was definitely one of the perks. I mean, at this point you were a certified fan girl. You’ve read all of her books. Well.. at least skimmed them. It wasn’t really your fault you kept glancing at her picture in the ‘about the author’ section.

“Now there’s no reason for you guys to be as antsy as you are. It’s only the third week of school.” Ellie doesn’t even glance up at her class; if she wasn’t projecting her voice you’d think she was just talking to herself.

You look around the room at your semi-familiar classmates, and realized you’re really the only one dressed up. All these other people are ready to do some physics in sweats and pulled back hair, but not you. You realize that just maybe your subconscious knew to look good for Ellie today.

The class goes by somewhat slowly. You find yourself with your head in your hand, legs crossed, lipgloss on, staring at her. God, if you didn’t look like the biggest teacher’s pet right now.

Someone asks a question, to which you scoff to yourself. Seriously? This isn’t high school, dude. Don’t waste the teacher’s time with questions we’ve already gone over. You roll your eyes, then watch as Ellie slides her hand over her mouth and sighs slightly. Looks like she had the same thought as you.

“What was your name?” Ellie leans against her podium, sliding her hands into her front pockets, crossing her legs.

The guy who asked the question looks a little startled, “Uh, Owen.”

“Now, like I said, Owen. It’s only the third week of school, and I am here to support you.” She taps her foot in a really nice suede looking shoe. Must’ve been expensive. “However, your question would have definitely been answered have you read the assigned reading we previously discussed.” She slowly nods at him, “Think you can do that for me?” She doesn’t say it like a question.

The Owen guy just nods, muttering a quick ‘yes ma’am’ below his breath.

You continue staring at her. You think it’s pretty cool how she can be so chill one moment, and suddenly professional another.

And remain confident through it all.

Eventually, the class concludes. You close your notebook, which coincidentally has no notes from today. As you start to gather your things into your bag, you notice a small line leading up to Ellie’s podium. You smile to yourself. Perfect.

This happens every now and again after a particularly hard lesson from Ellie. You’ve joined them a few times in the past few weeks, occasionally asking minute questions, nothing too extraordinary or exciting. It’s not like you were doing this just to talk to her this time, I mean, you actually did have a question you deemed good enough. You reapply your lipgloss as you wait for the other students to finish up. You’re the last person in line.

When it’s your turn, you flash a smile at Ellie. She looks tired and honestly, a little over some of these students. But she recognizes you, at least a little, from your previous inquiries.

She gives you a nod, like how you see guys do to each other, “Hey. What’s up?” She leans forward on her podium, folding her hands together. Must be a habit of hers.

“Hi. Again. Uh, so I had a question about these next chapters. The ones about exoplanets.” You try looking her in the eyes, but you can already feel yourself getting nervous, so you opt for her eyebrows instead. You notice she has a slit in her right one, where a scar is. You explain your question without looking away from her.

She definitely notices you staring, slightly pressing her lips together, “Okay. Think we’re gonna need my computer for this. Probably gonna need that online calculator.”

“Oh, sure!” You glance behind you guys, to the back of the room. “To your office, then?”

She nods at you. “Right. Come with me. And bring that textbook, would ya?” She motions to the thick chunk of pages in front of you. You’re so glad she posts the chapters online. You really don’t want to be lugging that thing around.

You follow behind her into the office, closing the door behind you when she asks. You’ve never actually been in here before. It’s cute. She has some Jurassic Park posters, some trinkets that say ‘best professor ever’ on them, and of course loads of space models. She even has that one Milky Way LEGO set hung up next to her PhD. Aww. You feel a small smile forming at the corners of your mouth.

Ellie sits down at her desk and starts pulling up a few different tabs on her computer.

“Uh, nice decorations.” You try, gesturing around the room. You’re only making small talk with your teacher. Perfectly normal.

She doesn’t look away from her computer, instead smiling slightly and thanking you, “Pretty cool, right? You ever seen Jurassic Park?”

You blush slightly and shake your head, looking at the ground, “Hah, can’t say I have.”

Hearing this Ellie actually perks up and looks at you. “Damn. You really should. Maybe then we’ll have more to talk about next time.”

You smile and agree, brushing your hair to the side. It’s actually pretty great how cool your professor can be, even if she’s two times older than you. You wince at that thought - she can’t be that old. How old is she again? Gonna have to google that later…

Your stream of thought is interrupted by Ellie turning the screen toward you. She points to some crazy looking chart, “So if we use Kepler’s third law for the numbers here, we can calculate the distance and orbital period for stars close to the mass of our sun.”

You stare at her screen, recognizing the chart once she explains it verbally, “Right,” you start, “and then don’t we have to change the formula for exoplanets?”

She nods, looking at you, “Yup. So the formula for that is here.”She points to a little box below the first chart. R = ∛(T2 · Ms). Jesus.

“So then the next chart below that formula is gonna be using that on different exoplanets.” She swivels around in her chair to fully face you. Her thighs look real nice in her pants. What you would give to be sitting in her lap right now.

She derails your train of thought once again, “That make sense to you?”

You accidentally stare at her for a moment too long, “Yeah! Yeah, thanks. Uhm- do you actually mind sending that pdf to me?”

She turns back to her desk, “Sure thing.” You confirm your email with her, feeling all warm inside that she remembers you on a first name basis.

“So, is that in the textbook? Like the charts and stuff?” You ask, not wanting to cut your interaction short just yet.

She clicks around on her computer some more, “No, but there’s something similar a few chapters ahead of where we are. Want me to show you?”You nod, trying not to seem too eager.

She reaches over to the textbook you brought in for her, all while holding her gaze on the computer, reading some email. She can’t quite reach it, so you shove it a little closer to her, and your fingers accidentally touch. Jesus, isn’t this what happens in those cheesy rom-com movies?

She swiftly looks up at you, clears her throat and starts looking at the index of the book.

You just stand there, silently rocking back and forth on your feet, with your hands behind your back.

She’s still figuring out where to look in that damn book, and it seems your fidgeting has gotten her a little bit distracted. “All dolled up, I see. You going somewhere after this?” She raises an eyebrow while looking you up and down.

“Oh! Uh- no. Hah- no, ma’am.” You stutter out.

She just looks at you for just a moment too long. You’re thankful you’re wearing foundation and carefully placed blush, because otherwise your entire face would’ve turned red.

Maybe you should elaborate? “It just helps me feel more active. Like I actually wanna be productive. Look good, feel good.. or whatever people say.” You shuffle your feet as Ellie flips through the textbook. Even though she’s not looking at you, you can tell she’s actually paying attention to what you have to say.

It’s definitely different than what you’re used to: Old balding men who either don’t give a shit about you, or shamelessly stare at you. It’s really a good change of pace.

She finally finds the page and points to some illustrations, “This is basically the same concept. It’s just illustrating what Kepler’s third law is gonna look like out in the real world. Or, I guess, in space.” She smiles at you, and you chuckle a little.

You pull out your phone to snap a quick picture, and Ellie doesn’t move her hand away from the page. It’s not blocking anything, but it’s still there. In frame. In fact, it’s her left hand, and you notice she’s not wearing a ring on her finger. Huh.

You shake your head, quickly taking the photo and thanking her.

You slip out of her office, making sure to close the door behind you. Holy shit. That was real. That was really real. You smile to yourself, all giddy as you leave the building and walk around campus.

At the end of the day, you’re back in your dorm room - your two friends scattered around listening to your story from today.

“…and then, she knew my email without even asking for it! Meaning she knows my name! Isn’t that so cool?!” You’re absolutely cheesing, explaining everything with a wide smile and expressive hands.

“Yeah, that’s amazing.” One of your friends rolls her eyes sarcastically, “So when’s the part where you guys fuck?”

“Oh my god! We didn’t do that, okay?” You throw your hands up in defense mode.

She raises her eyebrows, “But you want to.”

“I never said that.”

“It’s written all over your face.” Your other friend across the room chimes in.

“I mean- yeah! I guess so.” You give up. They both know what you want. Hell, they’ve heard numerous stories about different girls trying to get with Ellie ever since she became a professor. Everyone has.

“Oooh bad girl!”

“I also got this pic of her hands. Well, her hands were in the frame. Anyway- please tell me I’m not crazy for thinking it’s kinda hot.” You cover your face and turn the phone towards your two friends, to which they squeal and giggle.

“Dude, I’m so jealous.” She sighs, “I wish I could take her class.”

Your other friend grabs the phone out of your hand, “WOWW!! She looks like she was sculpted by the Greek gods; and that’s just her hand.”

You dramatically put your head in your hands, “I know right! Do you think she’d even like.. want me?” You ask, a bit nervous because this could really go wrong for both you and Ellie if you screw it up.

“Come on, if you really want her you gotta own it! Go wear a mini skirt and flirt with her until she takes you out.” Your friend puts her hand on your shoulders, “Seriously, dude. I bet she wants you so badly she’s crying right now.”

You roll your eyes at this, thinking for a moment. Fuck it. You know you want her, may as well try, right? Suddenly, a wicked smile spreads across your face. “Alright. Let’s do it. Slutty outfits here I come.”

You adjusted your clothes as you walked across campus. You and your friends went shopping the next day, going to a bunch of different stores, trying to pick out at least a few outfits for you. Surprise surprise, you guys mainly found yourselves spending the most time at Victoria’s Secret - looking around at all the different lingerie items you could technically pass as actual clothes.

You always knew that boys looked at you, it’s not like they weren’t obvious about it, but you never cared for them. You’ve had a few girlfriends in the past, but none would really stick. ‘God, this is a stupid idea.’ you thought to yourself as you tried pulling down your skirt even just a little bit.

Suddenly, you got a text from your friend: ‘okay. she’s in the cafe now. window seat on the left.’

Great. You went through the checklist in your head. Got the bag with books in it, wallet for some coffee, and an absurd outfit to top it all off. You take a deep breath and walk through the doors into the campus cafe, the ceilings high. Thankfully you spotted a familiar barista; at least that part won’t be awkward.

You go up and order your usual, chatting to the worker about her day. She cracks a small joke and you laugh, honestly too loud, but that was all to get Ellie’s attention… if she hadn’t seen you already. The barista seems to be a girl’s girl, because she leans over the counter and says, “Whoever you’re meeting here must be really lucky. You look damn good.”

You gush and thank her, turning around to find a place to sit. Or at least, pretend to find a place to sit. You slowly walk around, sort of people watching - trying to make Ellie notice you. Thankfully it works, you see her take off her reading glasses and stare at you out of the corner of your eye. You sigh and turn the other way, then act surprised when you see Ellie sitting there, “Ohmygod, Miss Williams? What are you doing here?” You smile and prance over to her.

She honestly does look surprised to see you. That, or maybe it’s the cleavage. “I’m just- reading.” She coughs a little, and takes a sip of her drink. Looks like black coffee.

“Oh cool! Like for class or..?” You slightly tilt your head to the side, like a puppy.

“Nah, just for fun.” You can tell she relaxes a bit, probably after looking around and realizing no one is paying attention to either you or her. “Hey, why don’t you sit? You’re not busy right now, are you?” She gestures towards the chair across from her.

You thank her politely and sit down, smoothing out your skirt. You pull out your phone and quickly text your friend: ‘the eagle has landed😈🦅’.

You look back up, and Ellie’s just looking at you. Not in a direct or scary way, more inquisitive. You decide to get some conversation going, “What are ya reading?”

She closes the book and turns the front cover towards you, “Lolita.”

You smirk a little, recognizing the name and the cover, but never having read it yourself, “Isn’t that the one book by Nabokov?”

She clears her throat, “Yes. I’m assuming by your reaction that you’ve never read it?”

You shrug, “No. I mean, it’s pretty infamous for a reason, though, so I know the basic plot of it.”

She just hums, resting her chin in her palm and squinting at you. You feel a rise of heat make its way through your body.

You click your tongue, “Things like that shouldn’t be glorified.”

She shakes her head, “No, they shouldn’t.”

A beat, then, she takes out a cloth from her bag and starts to clean her glasses. You kick your feet in your chair, which causes the table to rock ever so slightly.

“Nice outfit, by the way.”

Eventually, an hour goes by, and you get a notification saying your class is in 20 minutes. Ellie is in the middle of explaining that she actually plays guitar, “…So then in the verses it’ll basically just be E flat and G minor until-“ she sees you staring at your phone. “You okay?”

You swiftly look up, flashing a nice smile, “Yeah! Yeah, sorry. Just forgot I had class this soon today.” You stand up, gathering your things into your purse. “It’s kind of across campus, and I walked here, so I better get going.”

She adjusts her glasses, “Oh.”

“Shit, I mean- Crap, I’m sorry.” You shake your head, maybe you shouldn’t swear at your teacher. “Uh, thank you for letting me sit with you, though!”

Ellie stands up too, placing her book and other things into her briefcase. “Of course. I did enjoy spending some time with you.” She smiles briefly, out of politeness.

You wave and turn around. You’re only about 20 feet in front of her, about to exit the cafe, when she clears her throat, “Would you- would you like a lift?”

You turn around to face her. She looks so unsure of herself, a direct contrast to how assertive she is in the lecture room. She’s rubbing the back of her neck with her hand, the one that hosts the end of the ferns on her tattooed forearm.

She licks her lips, “Just, if it’s across campus I don’t want you to be late. We can take my car; if that’s okay with you.” She gestures to the parking lot outside.

You pause, unconsciously biting the inside of your cheek. What if someone sees you getting out of Ellie Williams’ car? But then, you’re not doing anything wrong, are you? It’s just a quick car ride.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” You smile at Ellie and she lets out a breath, following you out into the parking lot.

When you see it, you actually audibly gasp. It’s an old Chevrolet, black and sleek and elegant. She unlocks the back door, throwing her briefcase somewhere in the back seat. There’s something more important to replace it in shotgun: you. You walk around to the passengers side, but before you can open the door, you see a familiar hand doing it for you. Your eyebrows raise, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Just call me Ellie, kay?”

Ellie gets in and starts backing up, putting her arm around the back of your seat. You swallow. God. The two of you start driving, not really having much conversation. It starts to rain, just a little bit, sprinkling.

“Uh oh.” You remark.

“Mm.” Ellie makes a wide turn, looking away from you. You sneakily check her out. You don’t know why, but it’s really her legs that get you, she definitely has all her slacks tailored. And her neck? Why are the most random parts of her so attractive.

She turns back around and sees you staring, but you try to play it off by smiling. She pulls out her phone, hooking it up to the aux, “What kinda music do ya like?”

You think, “Mmm, I guess mainly rock and pop. I’m pretty basic. Oh! I do love The Police!”

She smirks. “Good choice.”

She puts on a playlist of them. A couple songs in, you realize it’s actually a playlist she’s made, not just ‘The Police essentials’. She snakes her hand closer to you; dangerously close to your thigh. And a couple more songs later, you’re pulling up at the building where your class is.

You start to get out, thanking her and finally getting a moment to breathe some fresh air after all that tension. She starts to light up a cigarette.

She takes a long drag, but holds eye contact with you. “You doing anything after this?”

Your eyes flicker to the ground, but you look back up. You’re trying to fight that habit. “I have a class later.”

“Until what time?”

“Nine.”

“And you’re seriously going to walk home in that rain?

“It’s only sprinkling, Ellie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “Obviously I’m no meteorologist, but those dark clouds over there tell me things are gonna get a lot worse.”

You huff. “I’ll take the bus.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

You open your mouth to complain, retort, say anything to drag this out. To make her think you don’t want this, or you don’t know what you’re doing. But you just have to give in to her.

“Fine. I- thanks. You really don’t have to do that.”

“I’ll pick you up here?”

“Everybody gets out at the same time. Meet me at bus stop D.”

She nods and drives away.

After four long hours and your two classes over, you head out into the rain to catch the next bus. Damnit, looks like she was actually right. The rain had now begun to really pour. You quickly got on the bus and popped out your headphones. Walking On The Moon starts playing.

You’re the only one who gets off at stop D. You mumble and curse to yourself, you didn’t have Ellie’s number. How were you supposed to tell her you’re here? You did tell her class ended at 9, but what if something went wrong? I guess you had her email. Would she even check it? Was that weird? Weirder than just going back to your dorm and catching up with her later? God, it was really raining. So much for this stupid sexy outfit. You hugged yourself as best as you could to keep yourself warm.

You decided you’d wait 15 minutes, and if she wasn’t here, you’d just walk to your dorm. Thankfully, the wait wasn’t long, and she pulled up in that same sexy black car as before just a few minutes later.

You quickly get in. Her car is warm and dry. “Guess you were right!”

“What?” Ellie adjusts her glasses.

“Guess you were right,” you gesture towards the sky, “about the rain.”

She laughs, slightly raspy, agreeing with you. She puts the car in drive and starts driving in the opposite direction of the dorms.

Your head whips around, “Where are we going?”

She keeps watching the road, doesn’t even glance at you, “Thought we could use some privacy.”

She drives slowly, checking in on you every so often. She has The Police on, volume low, almost like she wants you to say something. You don’t. She switches gears a couple of times. Still without making eye contact, she places her hand on your thigh. You try not to freak out, act like it’s all normal. Act like this is any other girl. But of course, it’s not. God, if this isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, and you’re not even a virgin. You can feel the butterflies inside your stomach rising and then dissipating.

She pulls off onto the edge of a little field. You guys definitely won’t be seen here. It’s dark in the car, but in a calming way. She yanks up on the emergency brake and turns the car off.

Ellie doesn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly thinking to herself. She’s got both hands folded over. She looks over at you with her brows slightly furrowed, “Why is it that I can teach 400 students a day and yet you’re the only one on my mind?”

You’re shocked with how direct she is. It seems so sudden to you. You open your mouth, trying to speak, but you can’t think of anything better than “I don’t know.”

She places her hand on your thigh again, a little bit closer to the inside than the outside. She slowly rubs her thumb back and forth, like it’s habit, “You’re half my age.”

You let out a small scoff, “No I’m not. Uh.. how old are you?” God, it really sounds worse when she says it out loud.

“28.”

“Yeah, I’m not half your age.” You roll your eyes slightly.

“It’s close enough.”

You huff, “Doesn’t matter to me. How are you that young and a whole ass professor anyway? Aren’t your colleagues like 40?”

She licks her lips. “‘Cause ‘m smart.”

You smirk, “Then you better get that smart mouth over here.”

You see her eyes squint, before she reaches out to grab your waist and kiss you. You gasp a little, then melt into the kiss. All of you is melting, this is definitely better than you thought it could be.

She pulls away, exhaling, “You’re lucky I like you.”

And now your lips are back on each other. The first kiss wasn’t all chaste, but it was far from that now. She doesn’t just lick your lips, she intrudes. She’s trying to feel every inch of you, as if you could disappear at any second. It’s not like you’ve never done this before, but now with Ellie, you felt almost completely inexperienced.

Maybe she feels you tense up, just a little bit, because she slows down with her lips and her grip on you with her hands is slightly more relaxed. You sigh and deepen the kiss.

How weird it is that just a year ago you’d be buying all of her books at Barnes and Noble. Esteemed astrophysicist and author. You’d go home and read a little here and there, always finding yourself flipping to the back of the book where her picture was. Too bad it was in black and white. Of course, the internet did have photos of her, but there was just something different about having the physical version in your hands. And now, you were here. In her car. With her tongue in the back of your throat. Nice. Honestly, living the dream.

She groans and shifts in her seat, trying to top you as much as she can in this position. You’re full on making out now. It’s messy and dangerously slow and yet somehow coveys the need that you guys have for each other, especially when she slips a hand under your shirt.

She pulls away, pure passion and longing in her eyes. You laugh and pull your shirt off and over your head, not even thinking about how Ellie is still fully dressed right now.

This goes on for a couple more minutes. You can feel yourself getting antsy, “Ellie…”

Both of her hands are on your bare waist, and you realize how warm she feels compared to the cooling car now that it’s turned off. She shakes her head, staring at you, “This shouldn’t be happening.”

“But it is.” You raise your eyebrows slightly.

She squints at you, but doesn’t remove her grip on your waist, “Do you want to stop?”

“No.. do you?”

“Fuck no.” And she pushes you against the car door, lips connecting, trying but failing to crawl on top of you.

She curses under her breath, then instructs you to pull your seat back, “Move the passenger seat back f’me, Hon.”

You do as she tells you, chuckling softly, “Hey, this is just like that Chappell Roan song.”

She just looks at you, confused, “The what?”

You stare at her. How has she never heard of Chappell? “Never mind.” You shake your head.

She quickly goes back to shamelessly making out with you. You swear at one point you hear something that’s more of a moan come out of her mouth and right into yours. She pulls away, peppering little kisses near your lips, “Fuck, I need ya so bad right now.”

You just nod, and start silently taking off your skirt. She helps you, tugging it down your legs, sucking air through her teeth when she sees you in just your underwear.

“I’m guessing you specifically wore this just to drive me insane?” She raises an eyebrow at you, dangling your skirt in front of you with one hand.

You nod, out of breath, “Yeah, and thank god it worked.” You smile teasingly at her.

She kisses you again, spreading open mouthed kisses all over your neck and collarbones. Your hands instinctively reach up for her support, clamoring to her hair and the back of her neck. She just huffs and starts sucking at your neck in return. You can’t help but moan, your head getting thrown back to let her have more of you. Even just this feels incredible, and you didn’t even realize you were grinding up into her until she comments on it, “It’s okay sweet girl, I gotcha.”

You whimper as she tugs on your underwear, looking at you as her way of asking to take them off. You swallow, nodding. Was it just chilly in here, or were you actually shaking from anticipation? Ugh, how embarrassing.

With your last piece of clothing finally off, Ellie finally has you all to herself. She stares at you, studying your body.

“Tell me what you want.” She says lowly, voice commanding.

Shit. “Uh.. I-“ you start, barely above a whisper. Well this is definitely not any better than giving a presentation in class. You take one deep breath. “I want your fingers.”

She hums, hands roaming up and down your body wherever she damn pleases.

“And where would that be?”

You whine, bucking your hips up out of impatience, “Ellie, come on. You know.”

“Mmm, but I’m not done teasing you.” She smiles slyly, leaning up to your ear to whisper to you, “Be a good girl and listen to your professor, huh?”

You actually moan at just her words, just the audacity of her being able to say something so dominating.

You tug at the collar of her shirt, realizing that she was still fully clothed. That really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. It’s like she was taking care of you. You slowly grab her right hand. The one with the tattoo on it. You lick your lips, bringing her fingers down to where you need it most, “Right here. Please. I need it.”

She spreads you. Slightly - enough to feel all of you comfortably. Her mouth drops open at how wet you are.

You whimper, completely unashamed at this point, and she’s not even in you yet. Ellie looks into your eyes as she slides her middle finger inside of you, gauging your reaction. You gasp when she starts to move, slowly at first. She nods to herself, so small that if you weren’t intently watching her, you would have missed it. She adds her ring finger, stretching you in a comfortable way.

She pauses for a few seconds, letting you adjust. But you’re losing it. Every moment she spends inside of you and not moving makes you so, so desperate.

“Ellie. I’m going fucking crazy right now. Move your fingers.. please.” You pant.

She laughs to herself, low and raspy, then finally starts moving her fingers.

You’re a moaning mess instantly, can’t make out words anymore even if you tried. Just hearing yourself speak makes you sound so pathetic, “Oh my- holy shit. Don’t stop. H-holy shit, Ellie-“

Your eyes at this point are closed, but you can tell she’s grinning by the way her voice sounds: cunning and desirous.

“Come on, my sweet girl, give it to me. Shit- there ya go. I’ve got it - jus’ keep feelin’ good for me, baby.”

Ellie fucking Williams was finger fucking you in her car. Dear god, this is gonna be one hell of a story. You feel something deep and vulnerable inside of you rising.

At this point you’re already so close, it’s not even funny. Your vision is totally tunneled right now - you’re only thinking of Ellie. She rests her other arm over you while fucking you faster and harder. Her face is directly above yours - seeing and hearing every moan.

“I’m- Ellie- fuck! You’re gonna make me cum.” You literally cry out, you’re panting and shaking and yet you never want this feeling right here to end.

“God, you’re so hot. I’m here, I gotcha. Want you to cum for me.”

And you do. Your vision goes black for a split second as white hot pure pleasure ignites throughout your entire body. And Ellie guides you through it all, babbling on with her dirty talk and slowing her movements down so as to not overstimulate you.

After your orgasm is completely done, you just lay there, trying to catch your breath. Ellie pulls out of you and wince a little, not because it hurt, but because you were already so used to her being inside of you.

You look up at her, she’s got this expression on her face you’ve honestly never seen before: She’s grinning. Fully. And her eyes are crinkling in just the right places that it makes your stomach do a flip all over again.

You stay silent, wanting her to do the talking. Half out of exhaustion, half out of not wanting to say something wrong.

Before you can properly register it, Ellie’s kissing you again. Slower, this time. She brushes the stray strands of hair out of your face and carefully pulls away from you, “Hey, think you got one more in you?”

You sigh, nodding, “Wanna switch it up, though.”

She smirks, “Good thing I have an idea.”

You two were now in her back seat, sitting and facing each other. She unbuttons her shirt a few from the top, commenting about how the car windows have steamed up. You’re still completely naked, but now you feel imbalanced.

“Ellie.. can you take something off?” You look away and mumble the last part, really almost being too embarrassed to ask. She stills for a moment and nods, reaching down to the buckle still holding her high waisted pants up. When she’s done, she slips those off too, leaving you with a view of her just in her boxers and slightly buttoned up shirt.

She grabs your hips, pulling you closer, but not to kiss you this time. She pats her thigh, initiating you to come sit on her. Oh my god. You look at her with a slightly confused expression.

“I’ve seen you staring at my legs when you think I’m not looking.” She holds your chin softly in her hand, tilting your head up so you can’t escape her gaze. “Come ride on me. Make yourself feel good.”

You’re genuinely taken aback. Not because she caught you staring, but because of her request. “That’s so…. Wow.”

She rubs your hips absentmindedly, “You don’t wanna do it?”

You swallow, “I mean. I never said that.” You’re really bad at stalling.

“C’mon. Do it for me, baby.”

And with one last mental shove, you let yourself sink down onto Ellie’s thigh. You hum at the feeling - her bare skin is so warm.

You don’t know what to do. It’s not like this is the craziest thing in the world, but you’ve always found yourself in more… typical positions. You look up at her, “Can you.. can you guide me?”

Ellie smiles softly and nods, placing her strong hands on your hips again. You start to move as you straddle her, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ as you realize how turned on and aching you are again. She does as you requested, moving you with her hands until you find a comfortable rhythm.

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. The attention to your clit was long overdue. Your hips stutter at the feeling, but this just eggs you on even more.

Your wetness is starting to get onto Ellie’s thigh. She groans at the feeling, “God, you’re such a good girl.”

You moan, guttural and raw, “Shit- say that again.” You’re moving your hips faster now, absolutely loving the duality of the friction and her undivided attention as she watches you.

She leans closer to your ear, like how she did before. She whispers, soft and sensual, “You’re my fucking good girl. So beautiful like this, getting yourself off with barely any help. So needy and desperate.”

You whine, whimper, whatever you have to do to let her know you’re close.

“Please cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

As soon as she says this, it’s over. You come undone on her thigh. Moaning, you wrap your arms around her waist to steady yourself.

Her hands are still holding you firmly, guiding you through your second orgasm. You slump over her, all your limbs becoming jelly as you rest your chin on her shoulder. A bit of post orgasm clarity hits, and you feel dirty and naughty, but in the best way possible.

“You did so good for me, baby.”

It’s still raining as Ellie pulls up outside of the dorm building. You two drove the way back in silence. It was slightly dicey, but mostly comfortable. She puts the car in park and turns to look at you. She looks calm, smiling slightly.

You look back at her, too tired to do anything but shoot back a soft smile. You open the door, closing it back up once you feel the wet rain on you. “Mm, it’s cold out there.” You whine.

Ellie playfully scoffs and rolls her eyes at you. She unbuckles, “Hold on. Think I got somethin’ in the trunk.”

She slides back into the drivers seat with a blanket. It has a print of Jurassic Park on it. You thank her, covering yourself and running inside.

The next day you walk through the Scientology of space building, toward Ellie’s lecture room. You smooth out your shirt, the red, yellow, and blue of The Police’s synchronicity album looking extra bright on a beautiful day like this.

You take you usual seat, towards the right in the back. You’re just on your phone, scrolling through instagram, when you hear giggling and whispering a couple of seats to the left of you. Usually this wouldn’t catch your attention, but when someone says your name you instantly whip your head over to look at them.

There’s three of your classmates, standing together in a little group. You recognize one of them from your dorm floor. He smirks at you, “You had fun last night?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you just throw a confused expression on your face, “What?”

The other people around him giggle. He raises an eyebrow at you, “Coming out of Miss Williams’ car when it’s dark. Seriously?”

Your face heats up instantly. You stand up, “Nothing even happened. We were just hanging out.” You try defending yourself.

One of the girls chimes in, “Yeah right. What 19 year old is hanging out with her professor late at night?”

You stand up, mumbling ‘What-fucking-ever’ as you grab your bag and speed walk out of the lecture room.

You’re briskly walking down the halls of the building, trying to get out without attracting attention. You turn a random corner and see the staff room. You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice whispering. “Look, I don’t know what to fucking do, okay? We were sitting together in the cafe and I gave her a ride to her next class. That’s it. Nobody should have seen otherwise.”

Another female voice pops up, “Well then obviously she talked to someone.” Her voice hushed, “You need to sort this out ASAP, Ellie.”

Ellie scoffs, “You think I don’t know that?!”

This time, a male voice, “Dina’s right. This can’t get any bigger or you could lose your job. Right now it’s a misunderstanding, but soon enough it’ll become a rumor.”

“For fucks sake, Jesse. People already believe it! I will not lose my career over this.”

You step into the edge of the doorframe. As soon as Ellie sees you, she starts to shake and cough. She excuses herself from her conversation with her colleagues and walks up to you. “Come with me.”

She finds an empty conference room, letting you in first and shutting the door behind herself. You don’t know what to say. You just stand there looking at her like a shot doe.

She’s standing close to the door, blocking it in case you try to escape. You don’t, you just want to sort this out. She crosses her arms, huffing at you, “Well. Are you proud of yourself?”

“What?”

You see her grinding her teeth, trying not to blow up at you, “Can you just not play dumb for one second?”

You’re absolutely stunned. How can this be the same women who was so kind and chivalrous to you yesterday? You feel tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes. Your throat burns.

She scoffs, gesturing towards you, “Nice shirt, by the way.”

You put your hands up in defense, tears threatening to spill. “No, I- Ellie. Some kids saw me stepping out of your car and walking into the dorm building.”

Her face softens in an instant. She takes a long pause. Now it’s her turn to say, ‘What?’

“I was just waiting in your classroom. I was.. sitting down and some assholes came up to me and were mentioning it. That’s why I came to find you. To talk about it.”

She pinches the bride of her nose. “Well. Shit.”

You take a step closer to her, testing to see if she had calmed down, “Ellie. I didn’t tell anyone. I promise.”

She sighs, a big look of regret on her face. She apologizes, saying something about wanting to cook you a fancy meal as a peace offering, and before you know it, she’s walking out the door towards her classroom.

You follow after her, “Um, what are you doing?”

She turns back on her heel, smiling at you, “I’m about to go talk some sense into those bitches.”

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