the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all - chapter 5
synopsis turns out the cute guy from the cd store is actually… a girl.
cw: smut, oral (r!receiving), scissoring, choking, cursing, overstimulation, pussy slaps (hehe), spitting, there’s fluff too i promise, they love each other omg i love them, ellie is such a loser :( until she’s not 🙂↕️ i think thats all plus its the last chapter so… enjoy!
when she reaches the last chords, ellie lets them hang in the air for a little longer, because she really doesn’t want this moment to end — and neither do you. not when you are looking at her like she’s everything you ever wanted. not when you remind her how you truly see her.
there’s a moment of stunned silence before the rooftop erupts into claps and whistles. not because she was perfect — she was, to you — but because she was real. raw. someone shouts “yeah girl!” and she flushes hard, tugging on her shirt nervously even though she is already walking off the tiny stage.
your heart hammers painfully against your ribs as she makes her way straight to you. her eyes never leaving yours. you just know dina and jesse are somewhere in this crowd grinning like two idiots. but you can’t keep thinking about anything else as she stops right in front of you.
staying seated, frozen in your place, you stare at her. how her guitar is hanging from her shoulder by a worn strap. how the soft glow of the rooftop lights catches the tiny tear streaks still shining on her cheeks. your fingers itch to wipe them off.
ellie bends down a little, so you are eye-level and scratches the back of her neck. you hold back a giggle, flashing her a sheepish smile instead. she’s so cute. her voice is so quiet, only you can hear it over the buzz of people around.
“hi…” she says and you swallow thickly, throat sore from all the emotions you’ve been facing today. she shifts her weight awkwardly from foot to foot, clutching her guitar pick tightly in one hand. “i know you’re mad. i- um.. i wanted to show you that i’m sorry. that… it was never a joke to me. you’re not a joke to me.”
the words land heavy between you two. you bite your lip, looking at her. the hurt in her face as she makes clear that she was always serious about you makes you realize that your assumptions were right. she’s been suffering too.
ellie ducks her head a little. “you don’t have to say anything. i just needed you to know. that’s all.” and she turns, ready to leave, giving you the space she thought you wanted.
but your hand shoots out before you can even think about it, grabbing the hem of her deftones shirt. you knew she wore it because it’s your favorite band.
she freezes, looking at you with wide, green eyes that shimmer under the lights.
you pull her just a little closer, voice trembling. “will you be gone in a day or two?” you watch how the corners of her mouth tug into a smile. you are referencing the song she sang to you.
“only if you want me to.”
you roll your eyes, because it’s obvious that you don’t want that. "...you’re such an idiot."
and before you can chicken out, before you can overthink it into oblivion, you pull her face down into yours, your lips crashing into hers eagerly. ellie’s surprise crumbles as she melts into the kiss. you couldn’t care less if anyone else is seeing it. it is the moment you have been dreaming of for days.
it couldn’t be more perfect. the feeling of your lips against hers making her let out a soft whimper, almost like a plea for more. you smirk against her lips and she takes this as an opportunity to deepen the contact, her tongue slipping on your bottom lip, seeking entrance.
almost instantly, you let it in, relishing at how she explores your mouth like she’s been craving it. and she has. all she can think about is how you taste so good on her tongue. all she can focus on is how your kiss makes her lose her mind. how your mouths were made for each other. how your body fits hers perfectly, like the missing star to her constellation.
and when you both reluctantly pull back, she swears you can’t look prettier than now. your face so close to hers, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. you smile at her as she admires you and she feels like she’s in heaven. you feel the same. it’s like everything you went through these last few days finally make sense.
“is that a yes to us finishing our project together-” ellie mumbles out, shyly.
“yes. yes, ellie, we will” you grin, cutting her off mid-sentence. she gives your lips a tender peck as you both chuckle.
after walking you home and giving you a goodbye kiss, both of you decided she would go back to your place the next day.
and that’s where you are right now, as she sits on your bed and you are listening to her talk about savage starlight. ellie tells you the dumbest jokes that somehow still make you laugh. maybe because her laugh is contagious. or it’s due to the fact that she’s so silly that you can’t stop giggling around her.
“you know… i made something for you. yesterday, before i went to sleep.”
“oh?” her cheeks turn pink and you realize the innuendo on your sentece.
“you are such a perv” you tease, laughing “it’s nothing like that. i just… well you noticed i have deleted the playlist i made, right?”
“yeah, i cried over it. a lot. does this have anything to do with the fact you followed me again on instagram yesterday?”
“kinda? i regretted it, so i was… fixing it.” you shrug and she smiles “so, i made another playlist. not for miller… but for you, ellie.”
her smile gets wider and softer and you can’t help but smile back at her. it’s so good to finally be able to really feel everything you feel for her and be close to her like this.
“you did?” she asks, softly and you nod. “can we… um, listen to it together?”
“i’d really like that.” you hand her your phone, the playlist on the screen.
ellie takes her time to see it. the name of the playlist being her name. the full, real one, no nicknames or made-up stuff. just her and the songs you carefully chose for it. she is so happy she could cry. the way you make her feel is overwhelming in the best way possible.
she takes a deep breath and presses play. ‘motion sickness’ bye phoebe bridgers starts to play faintly. “i’m really sorry… about lying to you. i never meant to, i just- i got scared of telling you the truth because i thought you wouldn’t like me if i wasn’t a boy”
you get closer to her on your bed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. she looks up at you and you can see how tormented she was being by her own thoughts.
“it was really confusing for me too, honestly. i’ve never felt so interested in someone before and suddenly i was interested in two people? that made me a little crazy.” you chuckle, watching her. “i mean, not confusing bad. just… new. for me. but whenever i was with you… it didn’t feel confusing. it just felt right.” you bite the inside of your cheek. “i didn’t know what that meant. or if it meant anything.”
ellie is quiet for a moment. then, softly: “it means something to me.” you meet her eyes.
“it means something to me, too. i figured it out when we stopped talking. that i was actually… relieved that these two people were you. and when i saw you on the rooftop i just knew that i’m really in love with you.”
“i am in love with you, too. you already noticed that,” she laughs and you smile “but it feels so good to be able to tell you.”
ellie kisses you. this time, it’s even deeper. like she is finally pouring all of the feelings she has been keeping inside of her for months, since she just admired you from her seat during your shared classes. it’s different from your first kiss. more intimate, more passionate.
her lips move against yours hungrily. with need and want. her hands grip your waist tightly as yours cup her face. the way her tongue easily slips into your mouth and how she is exploring your mouth is making it hard for you to keep your composure.
suddenly, she breaks the kiss, gasping for air. “shit — our paper”
“you’re gonna pretend you can focus on a VFX breakdown right now?”
she laughs. “i can multitask, you know.”
“i’d like to see that.” you are still breathless, your thighs brushing.
for a moment, you just stare at each other. her eyes roam your figure, gaze darkening as she looks back at your face. she can’t hold it in anymore.
“you know what, fuck this VFX project. i have other ways of showing you how i can focus on two things at the same time.” she murmurs, voice low and teasing as she hovers over you.
“how are you gonna do that?” you bite your lips as she pushes you onto the mattress.
her thighs are caging you in between her legs as she leans down to your face, stopping a few inches away from your lips. “you’ll see”
surprising you, she starts kissing your neck. she nips at it, sucking and licking. then biting. she is marking you, claiming you as hers. its sends a wave of heat straight to your core and you can’t stop the moan that escapes your mouth.
she smirks against your skin, proud of stealing that noise from you. her kisses trail down to your collarbones, teeth grazing in your skin. her hands roam your sides, under your shirt, making you shiver as she continues to colour your skin with dark hickeys.
“take it off…” you murmur, hand in her hair.
and she does, looking up at you, her eyes piercing through yours, slowly going down as she takes your shirt off. no bra. her pupils are blown like she’s looking at the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. you don’t think you could ever forget about it. and neither does she.
“you are so fucking pretty” it’s all the cinnamon-haired girl is capable of saying, before her mouth is all over you.
the multi-tasking is proven right when she gives attention to both of your tits at the same time, sucking and licking one while her finger plays with the other. you can only whimper, as you tangle your fingers into her hair.
with her free hand, she unbuttons your pants, pulling them down and finally backing away a bit, so she could take her time to look at you. how could you just get prettier and prettier as she discovers all these new sides of you?
you hair is messy, cheeks pink. the marks she left on your body sends a shiver down her spine. you feel hot under her gaze, the heat pooling in your stomach in a way that almost makes you beg her to touch you. she finishes taking your pants off, positioning herself in the middle of your legs.
ellie plays with the waistband of your panties and just her touch brushing your hips makes you bite back a moan. her heart is beating so fast she can feel it in her throat. its too much. she needs it, needs you. “how much do you like these?”
you frown “my panties? they are not my favorite-“ the sound of the thin and lacy fabric being ripped cuts you off. you gasp. did she just…?
she literally moans at the sight of you, jaw slack, like she’s overwhelmed by just how much she wants you. ripping the rest of your underwear off, she throws it away at some forgotten corner of your room. her fingers slide through your glistening heat “fuck… you are so wet already”
as your hips bucks forward to meet her face, she smirks. your eagerness makes her feel even more aroused, having you squirming on the spot just by teasing you is driving her crazy. “so impatient, baby. i’ll give you what you want.”
she spits in your clit, her gaze never leaving yours as she licks it, making you moan. your hand flies to her hair again, trying to ground yourself somehow as she starts to eat you out. it’s like she’s been starved for you this whole time as she messily sucks your sensitive bud, tongue exploring your folds and spreading your slick and her saliva all over your cunt.
her chin is dripping with your arousal but that’s the least of your worries right now as she relishes in your taste and pleasures you, whimpering into your pussy like she’s the one that’s being pleasured.
ellie wouldn’t be able to stop even if she wanted to tease you. she’s already addicted to you, to your taste, to the way you sound when she’s in you, to how you struggle to keep looking at her. your taste, your smell… it’s too fucking good. her own hips grind into the mattress as she seeks some friction to relief the aching between her thighs.
it just pushes you closer to the edge, seeing her so desperate to give you what you want and also not being able to control herself. it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, her green eyes fixated on you as she slides her tongue inside you. your toes curl and she can feel your walls clenching around her pink muscle. the noises she is making mingle with yours and sends a vibration through you that is too much too bare.
you can’t even warn her when your orgasm hits, body shaking as she drinks all of your juices, not sparing a single drop.
“i need you so bad, god” she strips out of her clothes clumsily as you catch your breath.
your own arousal blossoming all over again as you watch her getting closer to you. her slim figure, toned arms, perked nipples… her fucking happy trail and little bush. it all makes you crazy. she smirks as you stare at her, positioning herself on top of you, her cunt aligned to your own. her lips crashes into yours in a searing kiss, you can taste yourself on her tongue as she pushes herself down against you.
she is rough with it, in a way you didn’t imagine. but you fucking love it. the way her hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it hard. your head tilts back, but you can’t keep your eyes off of her. not when she’s on top of you. not when she’s looking at you like that. not when her hips buck against you, her pussy kissing yours just how you like it.
hearing your high-pitched moans is enough for her to know that you are in complete ecstasy, but she can’t help yourself when she asks “can a guy fuck you like this? hm?” her voice even rougher due to the pleasure. you almost cum right there, hardly managing to keep it together as you moan louder. it’s so hard to talk.
your fucked out expression is driving her insane, the way your eyes never leave hers. but she wants you to say it. her grip on your hip loosens as she guides her hand to your neck, fingers closing around it, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel dizzy. fucking hell.
“come on, you can do better than that f’me. answer” she pants, the feeling of your throat bobbing against her palm making it almost impossible for her to not make a mess on top of you. she squeezes it and you gasp.
“n-no, fuck, els. only you” is all you manage to get out from your system, breathless, as she takes her hand back to your hip and starts moving her cunt faster against yours.
the squelching wet noises mingling with your moans and her whimpers making everything sound even more pornographic. “mmmph yeah, that’s it. this pussy is all mine” she groans.
her swollen clit rubbing against yours in a friction that makes you spiral. the way her grip on you tightens as she keeps you right where she wants you, it’s definitely gonna leave marks. she’s once again claiming you as hers and you let it. because you are.
it’s like she’s a starved woman, devouring you with her eyes as she sets the perfect pace to make you roll yours. the sight of you like this is one she will never forget, carved into her memory forever. she just wants to keep making you feel like this. you look so good under her.
“just one more, baby. i know you got it in you,” she presses herself against you, stopping for a moment just to give your clit a few slaps, relishing in your wetness and the whimper you let out as she does. “fucking give it to me”
“shit, i- i’m gonna cum, ellie” you moan out and she can’t get over the way her name sounds on your lips. she goes back to riding you, the angle somehow getting even better than before.
“let me feel you cumming all over me, make a mess baby” it’s all it takes for you. the overstimulation from the previous orgasm makes this one hits you even harder, legs shaking as your slick gush against her, crying out her name over and over, like a prayer.
her hips bucking faster and in a sloppier way as she rides it out, chasing her own orgasm that comes right away. she grunts, giving a few more rolls as she creams all over your cunt. her face when she cums is so slutty you swear you could reach your third climax just by looking at it.
she collapses on top of you and you chuckle breathlessly, your hand stroking her sweaty hair gently. “you’re mine”
“i am. and you are mine. where the fuck did you hide all of this?” she laughs as you ask.
“that’s only for you to see”
“good… you know you are kind of deserving to smoke that weed you gave me with me.”
she chuckles, looking at you. and when she kisses you deeply again you know that you are going to be seeing a lot more.
happy mother’s day!! we reached the end of this series guys thank you so much for the support and for reading it! i hope you liked it 💘 i am already working on some other things, buuuuut feel free to request any theme you’d like me to write about! also thank you so much for the 200 followers, i love you all MWAH
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