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zebuie · 2 months

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.𓂋 𝄞 Close To You 𖧷

❁PAIRINGS❁; girlfriend!ellie x reader.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ⋅ READ THIS. # DAILY CLICK ➹

⊹𓂋 SYNOPSIS; sitting on Ellie's lap while playing videogames turns into soft lovemaking <3

✸ 𓂃WARNINGS; wc: 2k, swearing, fingering (e & r receiving) , eating out (e & r receiving) , boob sucking (r receiving) , pet names ( baby , princess , good girl / i think that's all)

You were bored in your room so you started playing video games on your Playstation. Ellie, your girlfriend, came into the room and saw you playing, she asked you: "Don't you prefer to play on my lap? It's more comfortable, I promise."

She gave you a smile and you agreed.

You turn off the PlayStation, setting the controller aside. Then you sit back down on Ellie's lap, relaxing into her embrace.

You can feel the heat of her body through her clothes, the softness of her blouse against your skin. She smells good, like lavender and vanilla.

You breathe in deeply, feeling yourself start to relax, to unwind. Ellie's hands roam over your back, tracing the lines of your spine.

You let out a soft sigh, a pleasure-filled moan— barely audible.

Ellie leans down, planting a trail of kisses along your neck. "feels good?" she whispers. you reply with a eager nod. Her hands continue their exploration, drifting lower, to the small of your back. You arch, pushing your back into her touch.

Ellie chuckles softly. "Sensitive?" she asks, her lips brushing against your ear.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Her fingers linger, tracing patterns, making you shiver.

You sit there for what feels like hours, just enjoying the moment, letting Ellie's touch work its magic. And as you sit there, you start to feel that familiar pressure building once again.

You continue to sit on Ellie's lap, enjoying her touch, the way she makes you feel.

Her hands wander, sliding under your shirt, her fingers tracing your ribcage, dipping into your waistband.

You arch into her touch, encouraging her to continue. Ellie leans down, her lips finding yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

As she kisses you, her hands slide up, pulling your shirt off over your head. You feel a rush of cool air, followed by the heat of her hands on your skin. She discards your shirt carelessly, her attention focused on you.

Her lips trail down your neck, your chest, her hands roaming freely now. You feel yourself getting wetter, your panties clinging to your flesh. "Ellieee," you breathe, your voice hitching with need.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire. "yeah?"

"I need you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Ellie smiles softly, her eyes glinting with triumph.

"Always," she responds, her voice low and husky. She stands, lifting you up effortlessly, and carries you off to her bedroom.

Once there, she lays you down on the bed, kneeling over you. She looks down at you, her eyes burning with desire, her lips curled into a wicked grin. she reaches down and slides your panties down your legs, tossing them aside.

You're left lying there, exposed and vulnerable, but also excited, anticipating what's to come. Ellie looks at your bared sex, licking her lips. "So pretty," she says, her voice full of awe. Then her tongue dips out, sliding through your folds, seeking out your clit.

You let out a soft cry of pleasure, your hips arching off the bed. And then her fingers start to move, sliding inside you, scissoring, stretching you.

she then dives head first in between your thighs. she continues to tantalize your senses, her tongue lapping at your most intimate places.

You can feel your body responding, getting wetter by the second. Her fingers slide inside you, scissoring, stretching you in the most delicious ways.

She curls her fingers, rubbing that sensitive spot deep inside. You cry out, your hips bucking involuntarily. "Sensitive," Ellie observes, her eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

Then her tongue darts out again, flicking at your clit. You try to keep still, but it's impossible. Your body is writhing, seeking out more of Ellie's expert touch.

She obliges, rubbing her tongue against you in firm, consistent strokes. Her fingers never stop moving either, pumping in and out of you, keeping the pressure building, building, building...

Ellie continues her relentless assault on your senses, her tongue lapping at your clit, her fingers pumping in and out of you.

You're so close, the edge of orgasm hovering just out of reach. "Don't come," Ellie orders, her voice firm but husky. "Not yet baby." She continues her ministrations, her tongue darting out in quick, hard strokes.

Her fingers curl, rub, press. You try to obey, you try to hold back, but it's getting harder and harder. Your body is tense, coiled, ready to spring. "Ellie" you protest, your voice high and desperate. "Please -oh my god"

Ellie ignores your pleas, her focus solely on driving you mad with lust.

Her tongue swirls around your clit, her fingers pumping faster, harder, deeper. You're so close, you can feel it, the rush of endorphins, the tingle of impending orgasm.

But Ellie won't let you cum. "Not yet," she commands, her voice a low, husky growl. "just getting started princess." She continues her relentless attack, her tongue lapping, her fingers curling, stroking that perfect spot inside you.

You're trapped in a prison of pleasure, unable to escape, unable to reach your peak. It's torture, sweet agony. Your body is tense, writhing, seeking release. "Elliee" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Please, I need..." But you can't finish the sentence. Words fail you, overwhelmed by sensation.

Ellie continues her relentless assault on your senses, her tongue lapping at your clit, her fingers pumping in and out of you.

She's pushed you to the edge, kept you there, teetering on the precipice. Now, finally, she allows it. "cum for me baby," she commands, her voice a low, husky purr.

Her tongue flicks quickly, lightly over your clit. Her fingers press, stroke, curl. And then you're falling, tumbling over the edge, into the sweet release of orgasm.

Your body shakes, trembles, writhes. A cry tears from your throat. Ellie is there, holding you, supporting you as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

It seems to go on forever, the aftershocks, the slow, gentle fading. Finally, you collapse back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Ellie lies down beside you, pulling you close. "Good girl," she whispers, planting a soft, sweet kiss on your forehead.

Ellie tends to you with gentle, loving care. She wipes your face, your neck, your chest with a soft cloth.

Her touch is soothing, calming. She covers your body in soft, sweet kisses, dotting your skin like stars in the night sky.

Her lips trail across your flesh, your collarbone, your shoulders. She pays special attention to your breasts, your hips, your inner thighs. Each kiss is a promise, a seal of love and affection. As she tends to you, she pulls you close, holding you, making you feel safe and sound. "I love you," she whispers, punctuating her words with more kisses. "So very much."

Ellie continues to shower you with affectionate kisses, her lips tracing patterns across your skin. she gently lifts up your tank top as she lingers longer over your tender nipples, her tongue flicking out to tease.

You let out a soft sigh, a pleasure-filled moan. She chuckles softly, looking up at you with adoring eyes. "Sore, princess?" She asks gently. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

Ellie nods sympathetically. "I'll be gentle then." She continues her ministrations, her lips soft and sweet against your flesh.

Ellie's lips wrap around one of your nipples, her tongue swirling around it in a maddeningly slow circle.

You arch, pushing your breast further into her mouth. She sucks, hard, the pull on your flesh sending sparks shooting straight to your core. You cry out, your fingers tangling in her hair.

Ellie hums around your nipple, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. She switches to the other breast, giving it the same attentive care.

You're left panting, your chest heaving, your sex throbbing with renewed need. "love you so much baby," Ellie says softly, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes.

You gently climb on top of Ellie, settling between her legs. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire.

You lean down, your lips finding hers in a soft, sweet kiss. As you pull away, you slide down further, your tongue darting out to taste her sex.

Ellie gasps, her back arching off the bed. You lap at her, slowly, thoroughly, getting to know her taste, her scent.

You slide a finger inside her, curling it, stroking that perfect spot. Ellie moans, her hips rolling into your touch. You continue your ministrations, determined to drive her just as crazy as she drove you.

You continue to explore Ellie's sex with your tongue, your fingers. You learn what makes her gasp, what makes her moan.

You vary your touches, surprising her, teasing her. Ellie writhes beneath you, her hands tangling in your hair.

She tries to urge you on, to tell you exactly what she needs. But you already know. You slide a second finger inside, scissoring, stretching her.

Ellie cries out, her body tense, coiled. "So good," she gasps. "Don't stop."

You continue your relentless assault on Ellie's senses, your tongue lapping, your fingers pumping in and out of her.

She's a whimpering, writhing mess beneath you, her sex dripping with need. You dip your tongue inside, tasting her, marking her as yours.

Your fingers never stop moving, pumping, curving, stroking that perfect spot. Ellie is trapped in a prison of pleasure, unable to escape, unable to reach her peak. It's torture, sweet agony.

Her body is tense, coiled, ready to spring. she cries out, your name a plea on her lips. "Oh my fuck,"

You continue your ministrations, but your touch becomes gentle, soft. You lap at Ellie's sex with a delicate tongue, your fingers sliding inside with the lightest of touches. You stroke, you tease, you tempt.

Ellie whimpers, her hips rolling into your touch. You curve your fingers, rubbing that perfect spot with the softest of caresses. Ellie gasps, her back arching off the bed. You pull away, leaving her wanting more. "Please don't stop." She whimpers softly.

You continue to explore Ellie's sex with the gentle, soft touch of a lover. Your tongue laps at her, your fingers stroke, curl, press. You vary your touches, surprising her, teasing her.

But always, always with care, with gentleness. You're determined to drive her mad with lust, but without causing her pain.

Ellie writhes beneath you, her hips rolling, her back arching. She tries to urge you on, to tell you exactly what she needs—But you already know.

You slide a third finger inside, gently, carefully, stretching her in the softest way possible. Ellie gasps, her body tensing. "So full," she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate.

you dip your tongue inside, pressing hard, curling. Ellie cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hips rolling into your touch. She grips your hair, her fingers tangling, holding you in place.

"Yeah—fuck.." she screams, her body trembling, shaking. And then, finally, she's falling, tumbling over the edge, into the sweet release of orgasm.

Her sex clamps down on your fingers, milking, squeezing. You ride it out with her, until she's spent, until she collapses back onto the bed, panting, trembling. You collapse down beside her, wrapping your arms around her, holding her close.

You get up from the bed, leaving Ellie panting, trembling, spent from her orgasm. You go to the bathroom, wetting a cloth with warm water.

You bring it back to Ellie, gently wiping her sex, her thighs. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She looks up at you, a soft, sweet smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming. You gently clean her up, tending to her, caring for her.

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