ifhy .3
* in which ellie finally has you all to herself, however a text from your landlady could very well irrevocably tarnish the way you see her and rip you out of her grasp after she had just gotten a hold of you.
* smut…like 80% of this chapter is just smut. oral r!receiving, ellie w a praise kink lowkey and orgasm denial if you squint and do a backflip, soft&service top!ellie, mentions of her…questionable actions, ellie takes advantage of an emotionally vulnerable reader….sigh my obsessed queen, angst + comfort, ummmmuhhh lmk if I missed anything
* hey siri play thought I was dead by tyler the creator! i started this series like a year ago….and I still have one more part left…oooooh im sickkkk thank u guys for sticking with me all this time I swear im alwayyssss writing something new between posts I just want to make sure I’ve captured my exact vision before posting. I’m glad u guys enjoy reading about crazy ellie as much as I enjoy writing her!! happy reading <3
* mdni
* wc ~ 3.5k
* pt .1 here ★ pt. 2 here ★ pt. 4 coming soon
“I just don’t understand why!” You sobbed relentlessly into her shoulder. “Am I that unlovable?”
“No, no ★. He’s a fucking idiot, you’re like the most loveable person I know.” Ellie said, rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“Then why didn’t he even call or text? I thought... things were going pretty good.” You sniffed.
It’d been over a week since the party, and your (ex)boyfriend had not reached out to you since, per Ellie’s request. But of course, you didn’t know that. You had called Ellie over today, officially coming to terms with the fact that he was never going to talk to you again, and things were over.
And Ellie, being the sweet, comforting, understanding friend she was, came over immediately with tissues and ice cream. She wiped your tears and patted your hair and spoon-fed you, and listened to you bawl about how stupid you were.
“He didn’t deserve you. You’re too good for him, you’re perfect.” She spoke softly, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
You looked up at her with red-rimmed and glassy eyes, “God, Ellie, you always know what to say.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” She shrugged.
“You wanna hear something funny?” You asked defeatedly.
“Shoot.”
“When we first met…like at the start of the term. I kinda had a tiny crush on you…”
The hand on your back froze. “Like…like a friend, crush or a crush, crush?”
“Oh my god, are we 12? A crush, crush.” You let out a damp laugh, and Ellie felt like the world had just crumbled and rebuilt around her. “But it only lasted a few weeks, since I met him a little later.”
You bumped her arm. “Could you imagine? The two of us, a couple?” You laughed again, fidgeting with the hem of the blanket.
“Is that so crazy?” She chuckled weakly.
“Yeah, you’re way too cool for me. Dina told me about Cat and your other exes, you have a type.” You sighed.
While Ellie did have a type, and unfortunately wasn’t what you thought, her type was her…well, her friends. She tended to fall for her friends, and it was one thing she hated most about herself.
“That doesn’t mean anything, and if I’m too cool for you, then you're way too good for me.”
“Yeah, okay Ellie—“
”★.” You pulled your gaze from the blanket and met Ellie's eyes. You’d always thought they were beautiful, but the way she was looking at you now…you shifted slightly as you were suddenly aware of how close the two of you were, and how the short strands of her hair were tickling your skin, and how good she smelled, like pine. Woody and fresh.
“You wanna hear something funnier?” She whispered, her voice low and husky, as if she were to speak any louder, it would shatter the moment.
Yes, you wanted to say, but you couldn’t seem to get your voice to work, so you opted for a nod.
“I had a crush on you, too.” Her minty breath warmed the side of your jaw. When had she gotten so close?
Your mouth ran dry as your heart reached speeds you never even knew possible. Your hands gripped your blanket as she moved impossibly closer, so that her lips were now grazing that spot right below your ear, the one that made you shiver with delight.
“Wanna know something else?” She said, her tone hushed but you could hear the next words she spoke like she had shouted them into a microphone and caused them to reverberate throughout your entire being.
“I still do.”
The gasp that left your mouth was unlike any you’ve ever made before. It was breathy, lustful, and made Ellie’s head reel.
“Kiss me.” You said, staring into her beautifully dilated viridescent eyes.
And fuck, did she want to. She hadn’t stopped dreaming about it practically since she met you, but something stopped her; her last semblance of goodwill. Ellie had done some bad things in her life, but kissing you at that moment was practically signing her name for room and board in hell.
She had, to the best of her abilities, stopped any prospect of men and women from approaching you, infringed on your relationships multiple times without you knowing, and orchestrated the breakup between you and your boyfriend. Ellie had already come to terms with the fact she wasn’t the best person, even before doing all those things, but kissing you would by far be the most degenerate thing she’s ever done.
“I…can’t.” She scrunched her eyes closed and sank back against the soft cushions of your sofa.
Kissing you meant risking your exposure to all the bad things she’s done, it meant letting you into her life and showing you the real her, not just the good parts she revealed to you. And she couldn’t do that, not yet—
“Please?” You asked in a small voice, and every ounce of willpower left in her evaporated.
Her lips were on yours, and she was kissing you. Her tongue slipped inside your mouth, gentle as if careful not to break you, yet desperate enough that it causes you to gasp. Ellie silently cursed herself for not doing this sooner. She decided that if kissing you meant going to hell, she hoped she never saw heaven.
Your fingers found purchase in the short hairs at the back of her neck as she pulled back just to dive in once more. Your veins pulsed and your heart throbbed, and your entire body was hot, not like a crackling fire, but a molten heat, slow and syrupy from the top of your head to the low part of your belly and the bottom of your toes.
None of your kisses have ever felt like this before, ever. And that revelation made your head spin and cunt ache. You realized you wanted her closer, wanted her hands on you everywhere, touching, feeling, squeezing.
You pulled back from her lips for a moment, and the look on her face made your thighs clench, her eyes half-lidded, her beautiful pink lips swollen and wet, her freckled cheeks flushed. She watched with rapt attention as your fingers reached for the hem of your shirt and you pulled it off.
Her eyes lingered on your face before slowly lowering to your chest. If it’s even possible, it seemed as though her pupils grew even bigger. Your skin heated, and she stared for so long you started to move your arm to shield her view, but she grabbed your wrist.
“You’re beautiful,” she said. Her gaze was so intense and honest that it made you shudder.
A small smile made its way onto your lips, but they were quickly parted by a sharp gasp when Ellie placed a kiss on your sternum. She slid her hand further up to interlock your fingers before gently pushing you back so that you were lying on the couch with your hand pinned above you.
She continued kissing your chest, biting here and there, which she knew would bloom into wonderful marks of her and earned her a few whimpers, but when she reached your breast, taking your nipple in her mouth and suckling, you had to bite back a moan.
Your free hand gripped the short hairs at the back of her neck as she continued her assault on your breasts, moans and whimpers spilled out of you as she toyed with your nipples over and over, even using her free hand to pinch the stiff peaks, which earned her a particularly sinful noise.
“Ellie.” You gasped, writhing underneath her touch. As much as you loved her mouth on your chest, you needed her attention somewhere else more.
She let go with a loud pop, “Hmm?” She hummed, knowing full well what you needed.
“I need you…” You whined.
She let out a low chuckle against your skin, “You have me.”
Another whine of her name from your lips, and she’s barely concealing her pleased smile. You considered pushing her off you from sheer exasperation, but when your palm pressed against her, she kissed you again.
Her hand finally, finally trailed down your waist and to the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs. Slowly and purposefully, she parted them. Your heart rattled against your chest so rapidly you feared it might burst through.
Ellie revelled in the way you reacted to every one of her touches. The way you looked at her, lust-filled gaze and your lips parted in breathless anticipation, made her slick in a way she didn’t think possible. She wondered if you had even a clue of your effect on her.
She dragged a single finger across your clothed cunt which elicited one of the sweetest noises she’s ever heard and the slick that cling to the pad of her finger practically made her delirious.
All for me, she thought.
After torturing you (and herself) with more feather-light touches, she'd gained enough mercy and you’d lost enough patience to the point where your eyes were glossy with tears.
“Ellie, please fuck me…I can’t, it’s—“
A dark laugh escaped her, she supposed she’d made you wait long enough. Besides, you were hers, fully and irrevocably; there’d be other chances to savour each moan, whimper, and shiver.
As for now? She’d give you exactly what you needed.
The familiar sound of fabric ripping made you tilt your head up, just enough to see her pocket the shreds of your panties, and felt cold air whoosh against your cunt for a second before her mouth was on you.
“Fuck,” You tossed your head back as pleasure glided up your body.
Ellie was as determined and relentless with the way she ate you out as she was with everything else. With a few purposeful licks she had you panting like a bitch in heat and your hips had a mind of their own as they pressed up into her.
The wanton moans leaving your mouth were downright sinful. The small, still coherent part of your mind made a mental note to drop by some apology muffins to your neighbours later but it was quickly drowned out when Ellie’s teeth scraped against your clit in a way that made you sob.
Your thighs squeezed against her head so hard it was almost difficult to breathe, but she’d gladly die before relenting you the pleasure she’d been privileged to grant you.
Her large hands were splayed against the soft skin of your legs and the grip she had was firm but gentle, hard enough to hold you in place but not to bruise as she essentially made out with your pussy. She rotated between shoving deep into you, relishing in the way your gummy walls clenched for her, and flicking her tongue against your aching clit.
“Pleasepleaseplease, I’m so—so close.” Your voice was hoarse, but she understood you perfectly.
She understood the shaking of your legs, the breathless whimpers and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. You were on the brink of ruin, and she had led you there. The thought made her chest expand with pride and smile against your cunt.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.” She murmured into your folds and the vibrations made you squirm.
Then another thought, born from jealousy and countless nights spent with her hands shoved past her panties, imagining the very scene in front of her. You, desperate and writhing beneath her while she worked you apart with her tongue, begging for her and only her. The thought made her part from your folds, and the sudden blast of cool air made you whimper at the loss of her.
She shouldn’t ask, she should savour the moment and bask in the opportunity she had been given, but how could she? How could she when the small part of her, the one that had once made her search your room when you were in the restroom for your perfume, so she could go out and buy a replica just to have her place smell like you, the one that had swiped dozens of your lip glosses just so she could “feel” your lips against hers, the one that made her wait for you after a night out in the dark of the night, sheathed in the shadows outside of your apartment complex just to make sure you got home safe, the part that made her beat your fucking ex senseless so he’d understood who exactly you belonged to.
She knew, but she had to make sure you did.
She was breathless as she spoke, leaned against your thigh with her freckled face flushed, as she gazed up at you.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Waiting to make you mine?”
Your brain was still hazy after being torn from your impending orgasm and but you managed a shake of your head, nudging your hips up, silently begging for her to continue her previous ministrations; unfortunately, silence wasn't good enough.
She gripped your thigh harder, pressing her fingers into the soft skin. “Say it.”
Something about the way she looked at you, as if she were a ravenous wolf that had just locked onto her prey, made you shiver despite the heat radiating off your skin.
“I’m yours,” you spoke like an exhale, warm and soft, and Ellie groaned, scrunching her eyes closed.
She kissed your thigh, her warm breath ghosting over your folds, “Again.”
“I’m yours.”
Ellie smiled, pleased with your confirmation she placed a kiss on your clit before diving right back in and your head tipped back as a breathless curse spilled from your lips.
Her own cunt weeped, desperate for attention and more stimulation than the occasional press of your couch. Regardless, she gripped your thighs, forcing you still as she held her tongue flat against you and shook her head.
“Ah—fuck, Ellie I’m—”
A guttural moan tore through you as you plummeted into an ocean of ecstasy, each wave that wracked through made you shudder, and stars danced across your vision. Ellie stayed still as you ground yourself against her tongue, squeezing out the last moments of your orgasm. You fell against the couch, satisfied and spent, as Ellie leaned back to catch her breath.
After a few moments, your eyes flutter open and you sit up. Ellie watched you the whole time, her expression slightly dazed, and the bottom of her face still glistened with your slick.
“Wow, Els, that was…” Your sentence trailed off into a giggle as you noticed her appearance: hair tousled, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide. You probably looked pretty similar.
A small smirk brightened your face, “Got a little something,” you gestured to your jaw.
“Oh, what? Here?” An answering grin grew as she wiped her cheek, completely missing the bottom half of her face.
You rolled your eyes, but your smile blossomed. “Let me help you.”
You leaned in, but as you raised your hand to her face, she pulled you in for a kiss. It was tender, sweet, tasted like a thousand promises, and, well–you. You pouted slightly as she pulled away and rose from the couch.
A soft laugh left her lips at your disgruntled expression. “I’ll be back in a second.”
She padded off into your kitchen, likely going to grab something to clean you up as you sat on your sofa. Ellie had been your best friend for so long, and while you had enjoyed that time, you couldn’t help but wish you had confessed to her earlier…being with her just felt so right, and it seemed as though she knew you better than you knew yourself.
Your cheeks grew hot as you recalled the last few moments, but as the last few embers of intimacy cooled, a kernel of anxiety made itself known in the pit of your stomach. There were a few instances in the past where you and Ellie had toed the line between friendship and…something more, but after tonight, it was evident there’d be no going back.
Were you two dating now? Or just friends with benefits? She’d made you call yourself hers, but was that just for tonight? Irrelevant dirty talk spewed in a moment of lust?
Your thoughts jumbled together in a cacophony of noise but died down to a low buzz as Ellie returned, damp rag and glass of water in hand.
She handed you the glass and tended to the mess between your thighs as you sipped the water. You considered staying quiet in fear of being too forward and ruining a good thing before it even started. However, Ellie could read you like a book, so she didn't bother looking up when she asked you what was wrong.
You chewed on your bottom lip but decided to speak up, “I just want to know what we are now.”
She cast you a puzzled glance and placed the rag on your coffee table before joining you on the couch. “What do you want us to be, ★?”
Your gaze fell to the floor, skimming over the patterned material of your carpet, but you felt a gentle hand on your jaw as Ellie turned your head so you met her gaze.
You looked into her verdant green eyes, and saw several emotions: fear, regret, anxiety, but, the one that stood out the most, the one that made you feel silly for even worrying in the first place, was love.
“I want us to be together…more than friends, dating,” You decided.
You could practically see the relief that rushed over Ellie as she smiled, drawing you in for a quick kiss. “Then that’s what we’ll be.”
A smile of your own followed, but you barely had any time to bask in the confession as Ellie’s phone blared, announcing a call.
She sighed as she gripped the device. If it were anybody else, she wouldn't answer, but it was Joel, so something had to be up.
Ellie shot you an apologetic glance as she picked up “Hello?”
You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but his tone registered as annoyed. After a few seconds, Ellie said goodbye.
“I’m sorry, baby, I have to go.” Ellie bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek before grabbing her coat off the floor and heading for the door.
You were slightly disappointed, but Joel wouldn’t call Ellie over for nothing. Besides, the two of you were dating now so odds were you were going to see her again very soon.
You told her goodbye before she left, which gave you the clarity to take in the state of your very messy living room. With a sigh, you stood up, stretched your limbs and grabbed your phone to turn on a podcast before you started cleaning.
However, someone texted you as soon as you tapped your music app, causing you to open the message. You rolled your eyes as your landlady's number came into view.
After sharing a few heated words with your elderly neighbour, you had come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t the one who had destroyed your flowers and after finding out the security cameras were broken that night, you left it alone.
You weren’t upset about it anymore, but you had a right to know who it was. The video was blurry, and the fact that it was dark didn’t help, but something about the figure triggered some kind of recognition in the far depths of your brain, kind of like when someone was humming the chorus of a song you couldn't place You held your phone closer to your face and squinted at the pixels; a green, or maybe it was gray, sweatshirt, dark blue or black pants, and sneakers. It was no use, anybody could have worn those clothes. You were about to swipe out of the message when something caught your eye.
The figure raised their hand to scratch behind their ear, causing the sleeve of their hood to slip up a fraction of an inch. Dark ink coiled around their right hand and up their forearm; you made out the image of some kind of leaf.
Your eyes widened, and your phone slipped from your grasp and clattered onto the floor. Slimy tendrils of dread slithered around your throat, tighter and tighter until you were gasping for breath.
You recalled that day, you had finished studying at the library and arrived at your apartment to see Ellie, slightly breathless, holding a pizza box in one hand and her sweater in the other. The person who destroyed your flowers wasn't a disgruntled neighbour, or an anonymous shadowy figure, it was…Ellie.
You lifted your phone to rewatch the footage, the way you could see her body tense with anger, how she tore the flowers apart like they had personally wronged her and stomped on them, crunching every petal underneath her heel.
Was that really the same girl from before? The one who held you as you cried, the one who kissed you tenderly and had you come undone on her tongue? Your stomach tensed in remembrance as you sank to the floor, dropping your phone to cradle your head in your hands.
You were so incredibly fucked.