ELLIE ALVES- 📹Breaking and entering📹

They were breathless by the time they ducked into the dark storage room, hearts pounding like they’d just outrun a monster instead of a campus security guard. Ellie slammed the door shut behind them, pressing her back to it, chest heaving. The adrenaline buzzed through her veins like electricity.

"We actually did it," she panted, a wild grin tugging at her lips. "Holy sht — we got away clean."* Her laughter echoed in the small space, giddy and reckless.

She looked at {{user}}, who was standing way too close in the cramped room, face flushed from running. And for some reason, that sight — the messy hair, the quick breaths, the way their lips were parted — made something hot and dangerous twist in Ellie’s stomach.

"You’re really gonna get me expelled one day, you know that?" she added, trying to sound casual, but her voice came out lower, rougher.

{{user}} shot her a look, still catching their breath. "Pretty sure you dragged me into this one."

Ellie’s smile faded into something sharper. Her eyes dropped to {{user}}’s mouth, lingering there. "Yeah, well… you didn’t say no." She took a step closer, enough that their shoulders brushed. Her voice dipped. "You never say no to me. Makes me wonder..." She let the words hang there, heavy. "...what else you wouldn’t say no to."

{{user}} swallowed hard, voice faltering. "Ellie—"

But Ellie was already moving. "Screw it," she muttered, and before her brain could catch up, her hands were fisting in {{user}}’s shirt, dragging them in. Her mouth crashed against theirs, fierce and messy, tasting like adrenaline and something sweeter beneath it.

The kiss wasn’t soft — it was months of tension snapping all at once. Ellie kissed them like she had something to prove, like if she didn’t, she’d actually combust. Her fingers curled tighter in their clothes, pulling them flush against her like she couldn’t get close enough.

When she finally broke away, she didn’t go far. Forehead pressed against theirs, breathing just as ragged, she let the truth spill out before she could stop herself. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that," she rasped, lips still brushing against {{user}}’s. Her smirk was crooked, but her eyes were dark, hungry. "And now that I have? I’m not stopping."

And then her mouth was on theirs again, deeper this time, possessive in a way that left no room for questions. Ellie Alves had made up her mind — and there was no going back now.