˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ellie williams oneshots

taste 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

tags: high!Ellie WilliamsxAFAB!Reader, fingering, rough kissing, thigh riding, dom ellie, sub reader, rough sex, aftercare

trigger warnings: weed?, smoking, sex, being rough

proofread: No bruh

A/N: inspired by "Novacane" by Frank Ocean and the scene where Dina and Ellie are smoking old weed

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You're smoking with your best friend, Ellie Williams. She's wearing a grey hoodie and jeans, you wearing a cropped t-shirt and underwear. Passing the joints back and forth, quizzing each other. "What's the worst thing you've done to a girl? To break her heart?" "You're acting like I would do something like that." "I would." "Oh yeah, of course. Fuck you," you tease. Continuing your questions, you ask, "Where did you get this anyway? What is this?" Ellie smirks, staring you down. "The basement. Under the floorboards. I don't know what it is." "Shit, does weed expire?" She lays with her arms folded behind her head for a second, thinking. "...No." "Suspicious, Ellie."

You've both been puffing the cloudy, old gas in and out for a while. It's starting to hit, and strongly. "God, I can't feel my face. How long have we..." you trail off. She helps you and your words, "Been smoking? Maybe a few minutes... wake up." You shake your head, blinking. "Appreciate the high, man. We can only do this sometimes." "You act like we don't do nothing everyday," you protest. You've been living with her for a few months, ignoring the bubbly feeling in your stomach and pink heat that rises to your cheeks when you look at your best friend.

"Fuck, I wanna taste you." You snap out of your trance, your tiredness. Eyes widening at what your best friend, and friend only, had just confessed. You laugh, "Funny, Ellie. 'Taste' someone else. You want Dina. I know how you look at her, girl." A bit of bitterness creeps from your words, announcing your jealousy. "No, I don't. I look at you. I'd do anything for a small taste of you." Her eyes drift down to your lips (and which ones is up to you), glistening with hunger. You turn away, licking your lips, and glancing at the wall. "Ellie, you're high. Rest for a bit, okay? I'll go watch TV or something." "No, fuck." "What?" The blunt sizzles and dies in the ashtray. She sits up and gently holds your hands between hers, her hair gliding against the tension in the air. Both of your eyes flutter shut, her lips moving with yours. She releases your hands. 

Her hands trail along your body, moving up, until they land on the back of your head. She grabs handfuls of your hair, pressing her body against you. Her tongue traces your lips, asking for permission to enter. Your mouth pops open, allowing it in. Your body is weightless yet heavy, like you're flying through dimensions. The same bubbly, fluttering feeling tickles your stomach, this time with a pressure against your pussy. You break away slightly to take in air, "Fuck, Ellie," you whimper. She smirks against your lips, increasing the pressure of her kiss against you.

Her nails draw squiggles down and across the side of your body before a finger snaps at your waistband. You don't stop kissing her roughly, still nodding your head. Her hand dives into your panties, but doesn't meet with your clit. She instead circles around your thighs and pulls away, "You feel me?" You nod quickly, jerking your waist to try and make contact with her fingers. "Ride me there." "W-what?" "You heard me. You can't have me in you until you deserve it." You bite your bottom lip, determining whether you should listen or not. You decide you want this, want her, and spin around. You land on her thigh, making contact with your clit. A small wave of desperate pleasure rides over you, causing you to shudder.

She looks up at you expectantly, "Go ahead. I've been waiting for you for so long. I'm sure you couldn't have been more hungry than me." Your hands fly behind her neck for support as your hips waver over her leg. You exhale sharply, acknowledging that you're humping your best friend... or past best friend. "Sh-shit.." you shut your eyes. Her left arm guards your back before she pushes you on the bed with the other, leaving your knees bent, hair strewn across the sheets, and legs open. She caresses your thigh before pushing your legs together to easily rid of your underwear. She bends over, her lips just above your ear, "You're so pretty." Knowing your tendencies, she shoves two fingers inside you with no remorse.

Your body caves, hand flying to cover your mouth. She drums into you again, "Oh no, baby. I want to hear you." Her hand pries yours off your face. She holds them again, pinning them against the bed. She continues to roughly dig into you, gentle moans tumbling from your lips. She backs up, continuing to finger you, and releases your hands. She leaves gentle cat licks along your clit. Your pussy shivers in front of her face. "Oh, god, Ellie. Don't m-make- ugh! Please," you feel her smile against you. "Mm? Finish, whore." Your eyes roll at the sound of her words and degrading, the feeling of her fingers, her tongue. "Please, rougher, Ellie." Her fingers pump into you at a faster and stronger pace, her lips sucking off your bud.

"Oh- wait, Ellie! I-" Pretty, lustful moans bounce off the walls. Your pussy spasms against her, hips bucking. Pleasure and ecstasy nips at your entire body, waves of release rushing over you every now and then, causing your waist to flick up. Your hands grip at anything they can, scratching at the green upland cotton sheets. Your thighs squeeze her head. Her lips detach from you, her fingers slamming into you randomly to get a reaction out of your vulnerable state and body. Every time they do, her palm slaps your clit.

Your legs fall open in exhaustion, your head peeking up at her. She removes her fingers from inside you, holding them inside her mouth. "Fuck, you do taste good. You're so worth it," she praises. "Another round?" Your breath finally catches up to your heartbeat, "I can't. Oh fuck. God," you exhale. "Okay, love. I'll be right back."

She returns with a damp, dark blue towel, cleaning up your lewd juices that have leaked across your ass but haven't met the sheets yet. She tosses you a pair of her boxers. "You did so good." You smile warmly at her, going in for another kiss.