down bad.———————————————————
ellie had been crushing on you since the first day you sat next to her in class. everyone knew it, too. she wasn’t slick about it—cheeks pink every time you leaned close, fumbling her pen when you borrowed one, glancing at your lips when you spoke. she’d stammer if you teased her, scratch the back of her neck, act all cool but ruin it by tripping over her words.
you’d gotten used to it—her hovering, her shy little smiles, the way she always volunteered to help you with homework just so she could spend more time near you. it was cute, endearing, the way ellie was so obviously down bad. sometimes you caught her staring when she thought you weren’t looking, a soft blush creeping over her cheeks as she quickly looked away. other times, she’d make some small excuse to brush against your arm or sit closer than necessary, and you’d feel your chest tighten a little, secretly enjoying the attention she didn’t even realize she was giving.
but tonight was different.
you’d dragged her back to your room under the excuse of “studying,” except you weren’t really studying. the textbooks were scattered across the bed, papers in disarray, because all your attention was on her. not when you kept leaning closer, watching her face instead of the notes. the lamplight cast her in soft shadows, hair falling into her eyes as she scribbled something in the margin of your notebook. her lips pursed in concentration, fingers twisting nervously around her pen.
“you’re not even paying attention,” ellie muttered, frowning down at the mess of words in front of her.
you hummed, dragging your finger absentmindedly across a margin of her notes. “maybe i just like watching you.”
she froze. her ears went pink, and she ducked her head like she could hide the smile tugging at her mouth. “s-shut up. you don’t.”
“oh, i don’t?” you pushed, tilting her chin so she had to meet your eyes. her pupils blew wide, lips parting as if she had something to say but couldn’t find the words.
for a long moment, neither of you spoke. just her breathing—shaky, uneven—her fingers flexing nervously where they rested on the open page. the faint sound of her pen scratching against paper filled the quiet room, punctuated only by the soft thump of your heartbeat in your chest.
then, softer than a whisper, ellie said, “don’t mess with me like that.”
your chest warmed. “i’m not messing with you.”
you watched as she swallowed hard, eyes darting to yours then quickly back to her notes, but her concentration was fake. she couldn’t stop stealing glances, the blush on her cheeks deepening with each look. her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, “you’re… impossible.”
you leaned closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her hoodie. “maybe i am,” you whispered, “but i like being impossible with you.”
ellie’s fingers twitched over her notebook, and she pressed her palm to her mouth to hide the small gasp she couldn’t hold back. her body shifted, inching closer to you as if drawn by some invisible force she couldn’t resist. the corner of her mouth lifted in a nervous, almost sheepish smile, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and longing.
“you really are the worst,” she muttered, voice low, almost shy, but there was a tremor there that betrayed how much she actually liked it.
you smiled, tilting your head, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. the contact made her freeze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. “worst in the best way,” you teased, letting your thumb graze her cheek lightly.
her lips parted again, smaller, more hesitant than before, and she looked down like she was trying to steady herself. “you’re… so annoying,” she whispered, but there was no real heat in her words—only the fluttering nervousness of someone on the edge of something they’ve been waiting for forever.
you leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away, to protest, to say no—but she didn’t. she stayed there, her eyes wide, pupils dilated, chest rising and falling unevenly, hands still resting on the notebook but no longer writing. when your lips finally brushed against hers, she shivered violently, as if the kiss itself had surprised her.
her fingers twitched, gripping the edges of the notebook, then your shirt, as she pressed closer, testing the warmth of your body against hers. the kiss deepened slowly, awkwardly at first, soft and uncertain, her lips timid against yours, exploring, learning, tasting. every hesitant moan she let slip made your chest tighten, made your pulse race.
pulling back just slightly, you rested your forehead against hers. “you okay?” you murmured.
ellie’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed, cheeks still flushed. “yeah… i think so,” she whispered, voice trembling, barely audible. “fuck… i’ve been… dreaming about that.”
you smiled, brushing your nose gently against hers. “good,” you said softly. “i dont want to stop.”
you shifted closer, straddling her lap carefully so her hands instinctively went to your waist. ellie froze for a moment, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling unevenly.
“uh—wait—are you sure?” she whispered, voice trembling.
“i’m sure,” you murmured, tilting her chin up so your lips could meet hers again. she leaned in, shivering against you, lips parting with a soft whine that made your chest tighten.
her hands were hesitant at first, brushing over your sides, fumbling at your shirt, tugging at the hem like she didn’t quite know how much to touch. every touch, though, was desperate, needy, like she couldn’t get close enough.
“you’re so soft,” she breathed, voice cracking as she pressed against you. her fingers wandered lower, tracing your hips, sliding beneath the waistband of your pants, hesitant but bold.
you groaned softly, tilting your head so her lips brushed your neck, and she shivered again, biting lightly at your collarbone. “i’ve… wanted this forever,” she confessed, low and ragged. “so bad.”
you guided her hand, letting her explore, letting her feel how much she was driving you wild. her fingers were clumsy at first, slipping and circling, unsure, but when you encouraged her, she pressed harder, sliding inside with a small gasp.
“oh—fuck,” she whispered, eyes squeezing shut, lips trembling. “you’re so… tight. i—i don’t know what to do.”
“just like that,” you breathed, rocking your hips slowly against her hand. she moaned, pressing closer, trembling against you, her blush deepening as her lips brushed yours in messy, eager kisses.
she began to move her fingers inside you with a desperate rhythm, slow at first, then faster, sloppy, clumsy, but filled with want. every whimper, every soft gasp, every shaky “oh my god” made her bolder, more frantic.
“you’re mine,” she whispered suddenly, forehead pressed against yours, voice shaky but possessive. “only mine right now. fuck, i’ve wanted this… i’ve wanted you.”
you groaned, gripping her hips, pulling her closer, letting her feel how badly she had you. she kissed you frantically, teeth and lips clashing against yours, tongue pushing, tasting, exploring, her whole body trembling with need.
her free hand tangled in your hair, tugging you closer as she whispered, “don’t stop… please… oh my god, don’t stop.”
and when you finally came undone, fingers slick with her heat, she shivered violently, pressing against you like she couldn’t let go, like she wanted to memorize every shudder of your body.
her lips found yours again in a soft, desperate kiss, murmuring between gasps: “so good… so fucking good… i—fuck… i’ve wanted you forever.”
even when the trembling slowed, even when your breaths evened out, she clung to you, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, still whispering apologies and soft confessions: “sorry, i’m messy… sorry, i can’t—i just—fuck, you feel so good.”
you cupped her face, brushing hair behind her ear, letting her cling to you as she calmed, feeling the warmth of her body still pressed against yours, realizing just how desperate and eager she’d been, and how much you wanted to keep her like this, trembling, soft, and completely yours.
