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— “well? dig in!” ★ MUNCHIES 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌
cw: loser + stoner ellie. mean gf femme reader. groping. pretty much just food play. praise. ellie is a messy bitch but a munch nevertheless. obvious wlw themes. weed. high key this is so unhygienic. heavily unedited. lowercase intended. drabble don’t like it? don’t read.
“y’so handsy.”
ellie looks like a dog. a desperate puppy with her mouth hanging open on a hot day.
her chin digs into your shoulder and her free hand that isn’t holding her messily-rolled joint is grabbing at your breast like they’re going to run away. they had already spilled from their black, lacy cups the second you leant back in between ellie’s thighs, allowing her fumbling hands to grasp what they needed to keep her grounded.
“ow!” you wince as she lands a particularly hard bite on your shoulder.
“sorry, baby,” she apologizes sheepishly, grinning lazily as her lashes flutter to shade her green eyes. they look up at you, red and hazy, “i’m hungry.”
“yeah,” you mumble, standing up and tossing your bra to the floor, “i can fucking tell.”
you waltz over to her fridge, feeling the way her eager eyes burn holes through your underwear.
you scoop up an assortment of ingredients, not really taking notice of them until they’re laid out on the coffee table, her bowl and papers pushed to the side.
you roll your eyes at the sight of her lazily laid back against the arm of her sofa. she props herself up on one arm, her jeans already unbuttoned and white tanktop riding up to reveal her wispy auburn happy trail.
her eyes widen as she spots the food on the table and she freezes for a moment.
“well?” you stand with your hands on your hips, “dig in!”.
yeah. ellie thought. i’m going to dig in, alright.
“lay down.”
you turned to look up at her from your position of bending to pick your bra up.
“what?”.
she stares at you blankly, sitting up now with her hands hanging between her knees.
“leave the bra and lay down on the couch. face up.”
you squint at her, suspicion crawling over your expression as you move to lay down across from her, shifting the cushions and throws to get comfortable.
she pulls off her tanktop, slowly crawling up your body in just her sports bra and unbuttoned jeans until she’s face to face with you.
“you comfy?” she whispers against your lips. she smells of hemp, champagne and the musky incense burning on the side table.
you nod and she messily presses a kiss to your lips, getting a good handful of your tit in her hand. she savors the way you gasp into her mouth, back arching into her touch. she chuckles lowly.
you watch curiously with bruised lips and hooded eyes as she grabs a strawberry and the bottle of honey. she takes a bite of the strawberry, placing it to the side and chewing as she opens the lid.
“wha- ah!” you gasp as the cold honey hits your nipple, the syrupy gold liquid slowly dripping down your rib cage, “ellie!”.
she grins and leans down, her eyes never leaving yours as she swirls her tongue around your hardened bud. her hands grip your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your hip bones.
she collects the syrup on her taste buds, moaning as she finally takes your whole nipple in her mouth, doing her best to suck everything off.
“fuck,” you hiss as she releases it with a pop. the skin swells slightly and she grins, knowing a hickey will form there.
this feels like a fever dream, your mind blurry as she flattens her tongue on your skin and follows the sticky trail down to your navel.
“having fun there?” you manage to choke out, hands subconsciously tugging at the hair that lays by the nape of her neck.
she smirks lazily, collecting the sweet remnants on two of her fingers and bringing them to your face.
“have a taste, baby.”
you eye her down before slowly opening your mouth a little, letting her shove her fingers in. she moans at the warmth, your saliva coating her fingers as she sinks two slender digits in until you’re gagging on them knuckle deep. she feels herself getting irritable, her boxers now wet and uncomfortable.
“that’s it,” she whispers, looking down the bridge of her freckled nasal at you, “good fucking girl.”
she pulls them out and your hole clenches at the sight of your spit leaking down the veins in her hands and wrists.
after wiping her hand clean, she turns back to the coffee table.
you feel dizzy, trying to process the sensuality of what just happened to the point you hadn’t even noticed ellie tug your panties to your ankles.
she giggles slightly as your hips jump at the feeling of her nose bumping your puffy clit. you forgot she was high.
“ellie, i swear to god- fuck!”
you hear it before you even feel it. the slight hissing sound and then the feeling of the cold whipped cream swirled in perfect little mountain on your mound.
she ogles it, proud of her creation before she’s got her whole mouth on your pussy.
your jaw slacks and your mouth falls open yet your brain short circuits, failing to produce any sounds.
“mmm” she hums, lips smacking as she pulls off, “fuck yeah.”
ellie’s long fingers wrap around your ankles, the anklet she got you for your anniversary jingling in her ear as she raises them up, pressing your knees toward your chest.
you cry out as she latches onto your throbbing clit, tongue plunging deep into your hole to taste the main treat. you grip her hair, forcing her face into as if it were even possible for her to be any deeper inside you. trying your best to remember curtesy and your elderly neighbors, you chew on your bottom lip until it’s beaded raw and puffy. your mind goes misty, already hazed from how much you smoked and the spot ellie was repeatedly hitting with her tongue.
your orgasm is accompanied by a string of curses and white vision as your saccharine juices coat ellie’s chin and lips. your limbs twitch, toes curling as you struggle to grab onto any remaining strings of sanity let alone your own breath.
she gives you a lopsided smile and flops back against the sofa, rubbing your thigh tenderly just the way you liked.
“that was like— munchies but on steroids, babe.”
that was the last you heard of her ramble before you fell asleep. god, she was such a fucking weirdo.
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