#ethan dolan oneshot
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𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.
GRAYSON DOLAN
the only one
close call
ETHAN DOLAN
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You’re…pregnant?
Ethan Dolan/Reader oneshot
Reader POV
Y/N is your name
Y/N/N is your nickname
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I'm about to start filming my video to wish Ethan and Grayson a happy birthday, when I feel suddenly ill. I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. Oh my god, this has been happening for about a week now. I think it's food poisoning or something. Two weeks ago I missed my period. I talked to Tana about it and she thinks I might be pregnant. There's no way! Well I mean obviously I "did it" but I'm 19! I'll be 20 in 14 days. I'm dating Ethan Dolan. I've been friends with the twins for a long time and we haven't released to our fans that we're dating yet. None the less I bought a pregnancy test a few days ago. I want to take it but I'm scared. What if I am pregnant? Will Ethan support me? Will his mom support us? This is so much pressure.
I go into my filming room and grab the camera. Might as well document this, because if I am pregnant I'll definitely have to make a video about it. I grab the box out of the cabinet and read the directions. I sigh and turn on the camera.
"Hey guys so today's video might be a little different. I've been sick for a few days and I thought it was food poisoning but then I missed my time of the month. I'm here today about to take a pregnancy test."
I hold up the box for the camera.
"I'm nervous and scared, so let's do it."
I cut the camera and take the test. I have to wait about 10 minutes but that seems like forever. What will I do if it says I'm pregnant? I don't want to tell Ethan over the phone. I'll have to drive to his house. What if he leaves me? I can't deal with that. I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. My throat suddenly feels very dry. If I am pregnant than I'll have to make a video for that and Ethan and I will have to tell everyone we're dating. I feel like this is all my fault. It's not because it takes two people to tango... if you know what I mean. I look at the clock and there's about 3 minutes left.
Oh my god. I might be having a Dolan child. Oh my god, the baby will be so cute. I hope he/she looks like Ethan. What if... oh my god what if it's twins? Twins would run in his genes because he's a twin. Oh my god I could be having the next Dolan Twins. I start crying. The tears stream like warm rivers running down my face. My phone dings and I see it's a text message.
From Love 💜:
Could you come over today?
To Love 💜:
Of course. I'll be there in 20.
From Love💜:
Okay great. See you then. 😘
I love him so much, I can't even imagine my life without Ethan in it. If I'm pregnant, will he leave me? I look at the clock again to see that 10 minutes is up. I turn on the camera and look into the lens.
"Ten minutes is up. Let's go check it out."
I let out a shaky breath and let a nervous smile creep onto my face. I walk into the bathroom and hold up the test.
I smile and look towards my stomach. I have a baby in there. I never thought this would happen so early but, it couldn't feel more right. I know Ethan is the person I want to marry and have kids with.
"Looks like I'm having a Dolan baby."
I hold up the test to show the camera and smile. I shut the camera off and hold the pregnancy test towards my heart. My first baby with the love of my life. I can't wait to see his reaction.
(At the twins house)
I pull up and get out of the car, making sure to slide the pregnancy test into the pocket of my hoodie. I grab my camera turning it on.
"Let's go tell Ethan he's gonna be a daddy. Oh my god should I walk into his room and be like hi daddy? Wouldn't that be funny? I think I'm gonna do it."
I walk up to their front door and open it.
"I'm here!" I yell.
"Y/N!" Grayson yells, running out of the kitchen.
"Hey Gray!"
He runs over and hugs me tightly.
"Where's E?"
"He's laying in his room."
"Okay we'll be right down."
"Don't get any disgusting shots of me in this video."
"Trust me," I say smirking towards the camera, "I won't."
As he's walking away I zoom into his ass.
"Damn Gray be thick."
I giggle walking towards Ethan's room. I throw open his door once I get there. I'm still filming. I don't let him know I'm filming though.
"Hey daddy."
"Ooh that's weird." He laughs lightly.
"It's true."
"Haha yeah I guess."
"Hey E?"
He turns towards me with a look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong babe?"
"Nothing's wrong per say I just-"
"Don't beat around the bush."
"Okay then. I'm pregnant." I say, pulling out the pregnancy test from my pocket.
He grabs it and his mouth drops open.
"You're... pregnant?"
"Yeah."
I feel tears on my face. Ethan continues to stare at the test as tears run down his face.
"I'm going to be a dad?"
"Yeah babe."
He looks at me.
"You're going to be a dad."
He smiles and wraps me up into his arms.
"I'm going to be a dad!" He screams.
We sit there hugging and he kisses me. I'll never get sick of his kisses. Grayson runs into the room with a shocked expression on his face. Ethan stands up.
"GRAY I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!"
Grayson runs over hugging Ethan as well. Then he grabs me and pulls me into their hug.
"I'm gonna be an uncle!"
Tears run down his face as well. Ethan crouches down and kisses my stomach.
"Y/N/N we're going to have a baby."
"We are." I smile.
"We have to tell my mom."
"I think we should tell her and Cameron in person."
"I agree with Y/N. Plus we were heading to Jersey for our birthdays and Christmas anyways." Grayson says, nodding.
"Let's do it. You have your bags already packed at your house right babe?"
"That I do."
"Grayson go pack your bags and I'll pack mine. Y/N you make sure you have that test."
"I will."
Grayson runs out of the room and into his room down the hall.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah Ethan?"
"I love you."
I smile. He loves me.
"I love you too."
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It’s been too long since I did a reader oneshot! Figured I might update all the stories I have on here that aren’t posted yet. They’re all on Wattpad so it shouldn’t take too long. Hope you guys enjoyed! :)
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After that picture I need a smut blurb about Ethan fucking you inthe hotel room. Just wanna pull his hair.
“how do you look like that?”
“huh?”
“i can’t believe you look like that. how do you do it?”
ethan approached you from behind, arms circling around your waist as you stare back at him in the bathroom mirror of your hotel room. his lips attaching to your neck as he softly nibbled at your skin.
after a spontaneous getaway, just you and ethan, he had decided to treat you to a romantic date night to round off your trip. a candle lit dinner followed by a sunset walk on the beach. however, by the look in ethans eyes, dark and lust filled , and his wandering hands slipping under the material of your dress, it was clear you weren’t making it out of the hotel room anytime soon.
“e-“ you turn around in his arms to face him, reaching up and running your fingers through his full head of hair that seemed to grow more and more each day. the sight of his scruffy beard causing a dampness in your underwear. “our reservation is in 20 minutes.”
ethans lips automatically found their place back nibbling on the soft skin of your neck as before, finding your sweet spot instantly and coaxing you to let out hearty moan, showing no indication to ethan that you had no concern about your dinner reservations.
“would rather eat you instead.” with that you found yourself being thrown ethan’s shoulders and taken back to the unmade bed you happened to have spent most of your time away in.
“spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” ethan instructed as he started to unbutton his date night shirt perfect for his toned figure. belt already off and thrown across the room, his cock rubbing agasint the material of his pants, desperate to fill you.
“wider.”
leaning against the headboard, you spread your legs as far apart as it felt comfortable, the fabric of your dress rising up to expose your dampened underwear, which in seconds were topped off and split in half by your incredible horny boyfriend who promised to buy you a thousand new pairs. right now all he cared about was feeling the tightness of your cunt around him.
“you’re dripping for me mama, you want it hard, yeah?” ethan teased as he run the head of cock up and down your folds. far to impatient for foreplay or even to get completely naked. he needed you and he needed you now.
“ethan-“ you throw your head back in pleasure. your hips bucking into him when you felt the tip of his dick circle so close to your entrance. walls pulsating at the anticipation of being destroyed.
“tell me what you want baby.”
“yo-your cock, e- pl-please.”
“good girl.” He cooed. unable to resist you begging him or deny you any longer. the sight of you raw and spread before him was almost enough to make him cum on demand. almost.
ethan finally guided himself inside you, prompting you to gasp at the sudden sensation and the feel of him sliding inside you inch by inch. “mmm fuck.” he growled starting to rapidly buck his hips. “such a perfect little pussy.”
you rolled your head back in pure ecstasy, fists clutching onto the sheets beneath you. ethan always knew your sweet spots, he had become so accustomed to your body after your many month of dating that he knew the exact angles that had you screaming his name.
he just loved the sound of your skin slapping together, hot and sweaty, mixed with your sweet moans. ethan took pride in the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to hold yourself together the harder he fucked into you.
reaching up with shaky hands, you ran them through ethans silky hair. pulling on the ends slightly when he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pulled your bodies in closer. with every thurst, deeper and stronger than the last, you pulled more aggressively at the ends of his hair. thankful for the length as it allowed you to have a good strong hold.
hair pulling set of an animal inside of ethan. a sensation he never felt with his shorter hair.
“so good- so close.” you whimpered before ethan flipped you over as if you weighed nothing and slamming back inside you at a newer angel. an angle he was much deeper in. you felt his hot breath fanning down your neck along with his deep throaty growls. you reached back grabbing a handful of his hair, already missing the softness of it in such a rough moment.
“scream as loud as you fucking want sweetheart.” ethan whispered in your ear, his teeth nibbling and sucking on your earlobe as his hands dig deeper into your hips as he slammed his own agasint yours in rhythm with each thrust. “make sure everyone in this hotel knows who’s fucking you this good.”
you felt his teeth sink down in your neck, the sharp overwhelming sensation enough to tip over the edge and let out a gasp cry of ethans name. ethan felt you clamp down around him making his orgasm inevitable. your body shook uncontrollably as the pleasure took over.
“so fucking good.” He groaned. “your pussy was made for me.”
releasing at the same time, ethans load spilling out and dripping down your thigh, you focus on controlling and slowing down your breathing.
“if we leave now, we can still make our reservation.” ethan brushed the hair stuck to your face due to the sweat gathered out of your eyes. his touch lingering a few moments as he offered you a warm, loving smile. such a contrast from moments earlier where he treated you like his slut.
“ethan, baby, i can’t fucking walk.”
“i fucked you so good didn’t i, mama.”
ethan let out a hearty laugh that had you laughing in sync with him. the atmosphere soon shifting to a peaceful one as you found a comfortable, permanent place wrapped in his arms and tangled in the sheets. still fully dressed for your date with absolutely no desire to leave the warmth of one another.
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Idk who you’re writing for you but can we get a cute little movie night or date night or something with E? 🥺
Movie Night
1. this is really bad and i’m sorry.
2. imagine ethan and grayson have actual grass in their backyard 👌
Ethan was having what felt like the longest week of his life when, in actuality, it was only Wednesday. Y/N, always being in tune with her boyfriend, could feel the stress radiating off of him.
She decided she was going to plan a date for the both of them. Y/N knew Ethan worked hard. She wanted to do something special for him because he was always doing amazing things for her.
Early into their relationship, Y/N learned that Ethan preferred date nights in, rather than out. When Ethan, Grayson, and Mando left the house to go do some filming, Y/N decided to set up a cute movie date in their backyard.
The first thing she needed to do was go get snacks. You can’t have a movie night without snacks. She went to the grocery and grabbed popcorn, candy, and diet root beer.
When she got back home, she found a cute picnic blanket and went to lay it out. Then she got practically every pillow that was in the house and placed them strategically.
While she was searching for the picnic blanket, she had discovered this cute little basket and immediately decided that she would put the snacks in there.
For whatever reason, the twins owned a projector, which Y/N used to her advantage. Setting it up so it was showing on the side of their house. The sun was setting, which meant Ethan would be home soon, so she pulled up Disney Plus on her laptop. She decided on their go-to comfort movie, Monsters, Inc.
The only thing missing was Ethan. She sat on the couch waiting for him to come home and the minute the door swung open, she was walking toward him, grabbing his hand.
“Why are you so excited?” Ethan asked, laughing because you were his absolute favorite thing on Earth.
“Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you.” Was the only thing she said.
He heard the sound of their back door open and knew she was taking him outside. “Why are we outside? Can i open my eyes?”
“No, you can’t. Be patient” She said walking him over to her cute little set up.
“Ok, so I know how stressed you’ve been lately, so i just like wanted to do something nice for you like you always do for me.” Ethan opened his eyes to see her little movie set up. Then he saw the cute grin on her face, grabbed her, and kissed her.
“You are the absolute best. Do you know that?” All she did was giggle at him and hug him.
“I got all vegan snacks, too, bub.”
“I’m gonna make you my wife one day, just so you know.” At that, Y/N felt her face heat up, so she turned around and walked to the laptop.
“I was thinking we could watch Monsters Inc. and just cuddle and have fun.” She didn’t know Ethan was right behind her until she felt him wrap his arms around her and press a quick kiss to her neck.
“I love you, ya know,” Ethan fell even more in love with her, which he didn’t even know was possible.
“I know. I love you so much more. You don’t know the half of it.” She said, untangling herself from Ethan to go sit on the blanket.
“You ready?” She questioned as the opening credits started rolling.
“Yeah.” Ethan replied.
He cuddled up against Y/N, reaching for a diet root beer. As the opening scene started playing, he kissed her head and said, “The best fuckin’ girlfriend I could ask for.”
The only thing Y/N did was cuddle into Ethan even more.
tagging: @blindedbythelightt @fangdolan @333dolans
A/N: this is my first request and it’s really bad, so i’m sorry 😔 anyway, i love you, peace ✌🏾
ps. this is what i imagine (i stole this picture from pinterest)
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Until You / e.d.
Summary: Shelly and Ethan go to a wedding. Shelly wants to smash cake in Ethan’s face and Ethan wants their wedding to be a rager.
Warnings: just a little stranger things spoiler
A/N: this concept came to me when i saw this picture so of course at three am i had to write this dumb thing. i wasn’t sure about whether to use a name or y/n, but i really like how this turned out. i hope this isn’t garbage!!
Wordcount: 5649
It’s the perfect day for a wedding. There’s not a cloud in the sky, the breeze is cool and refreshing, and Shelly’s always been fond of the idea of a summer wedding. It’s the end of August, meaning the air is warm without being suffocating and the nights are perfect for grabbing an extra blanket and snuggling on the couch.
Shelly’s never been huge on weddings. She’s never been the kind of girl to plan her wedding in journals, cut out pictures of dresses, or fantasize about cake tastings and flower arrangements. For the longest time, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to get married.
But, things changed when Ethan came into the picture.
No, Shelly’s not looking at bridesmaid dresses or wedding venues. But, give or take ten years, it’s not something she would be opposed to. Especially with Ethan by her side.
When her mom called her over a year ago to let her know that her cousin Sabrina had gotten engaged to her longtime boyfriend, Shelly was in Ethan’s dorm room. They had just started dating, using the term dating loosely. Neither of them were interested in seeing other people, both too consumed with each other to even look at anyone else, but neither of them had made the move to define the relationship.
“Was that your mom?” Ethan asked when Shelly hung up the phone, pausing his videogame to look over his shoulder. “Everything okay?”
Shelly nodded. “Everything’s fine. Great, actually. My cousin just got engaged, I guess.”
Ethan only raised his brows and smiled. He didn’t know about cousin Sabrina, had never met Shelly’s parents, and had only heard about Shelly’s sister and said hi to her on Facetime once or twice when she called Shelly. “Cool.”
*
A year later, about four months before the wedding, Shelly received Sabrina’s wedding invitation in her dorm mailbox. Shelly hadn’t thought much about her cousin’s wedding since the date was announced. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to wear. The last wedding she had been to was her aunt’s when she was eleven, so she wasn’t even sure where to start when it came to outfit preparation.
She didn’t bring up the wedding to Ethan. He saw the invitation on her desk one night while they were studying for their art history final. “Hey, I forgot about this.” He had said, holding the invitation in front of his face as Shelly looked up from her notes. “Sabrina, right?”
“Yeah, the wedding’s in August,” Shelly replied before looking back at her notes. “I haven’t even figured out what I’m gonna wear.”
“Isn’t there supposed to be like, a color theme? Or something?” Ethan asked as he looked over the invitation.
Shelly laughed and shook her head. “Kind of. But, I’m pretty sure the theme or whatever only applies to like, the bridesmaids and groomsmen. I’ll probably just wear the dress I wore at my high school graduation.”
In the middle of studying, Shelly took a detour and started looking for wedding outfits online. She had found a few promising ones, but what really caught her eye was a pretty yellow dress with a flowy skirt and off the shoulder sleeves. She imagined herself wearing it as she made sure they had her size and added it to her cart. As she envisioned herself in the dress, she imagined Ethan by her side. Her sweet, handsome Ethan. If there was anyone she wanted to be with while in that dress, it was Ethan.
“What’re you doing September twenty-second?” she asked, breaking the silence that had fallen around them.
Ethan smiled knowingly, his eyes not leaving his textbook. “Not sure, I’ll have to check my schedule.” Finally, he looks over at Shelly. “Why? Have something in mind?”
*
Four months later, on September twenty second, Shelly’s sitting in her mom’s room letting her mom do her hair. The pretty yellow dress - which fits perfectly, by the way - is laid out across Shelly’s bed across the hallway, not a wrinkle or stain in sight.
“He should be here any minute now, right?” Shelly’s mom asks, looking at her daughter in the mirror. “I want to iron his shirt beforehand. If he’s anything like the rest of the men I know, he’s probably blind to wrinkles.”
Shelly rolls her eyes and laughs. “He’s less than five minutes away. You’ll have more than enough time to iron his shirt. Maybe even his underwear too, if you feel the need.”
Her mom cringes and shakes her head. “I’ll leave that to you.”
Sure enough, not even three minutes later, Shelly’s getting a text saying that Ethan’s in the driveway. Her mom sends Erica downstairs to let him in so she can finish Shelly’s hair.
“Knock, knock.”
Even after a year, Shelly’s stomach still does somersaults when she hears the boy’s voice. She’s had feelings for other boys. Cared for other boys. But, none of those boys can even compare to Ethan. When he peeks his head around the door, his eyes meeting Shelly’s instantly, her heart starts beating rapidly in her chest.
“You look so beautiful,” he says before greeting Shelly’s mom with a polite smile and gentle hug. He lifts up the white button down and black blazer he has on a hanger. “I remembered my clothes.”
Erica laughs and looks at her sister. “Where you worried he’d forget them?”
“You never know,” Shelly explains as she accepts the kiss Ethan plants on her warm cheek. “You look handsome,” Shelly whispers to Ethan, knowing her mom and sister won’t appreciate any excessive PDA.
“Hardly,” Ethan chuckles. He’s already wearing his fitted black slacks and one of his university hoodies until Shelly’s mom is pleased with the appearance of his button down. Summer looks amazing on Ethan, giving him tanned skin and soft hair. Even with the hair gel and product that he insists on using, Shelly still has to resist the urge to run her fingers through the deep brown strands. “Wait until I’m all suited up. I’m gonna be like Bruce Wayne.” He hesitates. “Or Men in Black. Or another other hot guy in a suit.”
“You’re much more than another other hot guy in a suit,” Shelly retorts with a laugh, only for her mother and Erica to pretend to puke.
They don’t get any alone time until Shelly’s hair is done and Erica is reminding their mother that she needs to get on her way. They would all be driving separately; Erica with their mom and Shelly with Ethan. Their mom was supposed to be helping the planner with the flowers and making sure that everything was in its place, meaning that she would be arriving at the venue a little earlier than everyone else.
Once Erica and her mom are backing out of the driveway, Shelly gives them one last wave before she’s turning around and jogging up the stairs. She hasn’t seen Ethan in nearly three weeks and she’s been craving alone time with him since she laid eyes on him. They haven’t even kissed properly for Christ’s sake.
“You decent?” she asks as she opens her bedroom door. Shelly hopes the answer’s no.
“Somewhat.”
On the other side of the door is an image Shelly wishes she could keep permanently in her brain. Ethan has his white button down tucked into his slacks, displaying his slender hips, and the buttons revealing his tan, smooth chest and sparse hair leading down to his navel. He’s looking at himself in Shelly’s mirror on her bureau, applying her deodorant to his underarms. It’s the most mundane thing; Ethan putting on deodorant. But, it’s a view that Shelly wants to see for the rest of her life.
When she doesn’t say anything or move from her place in her doorway, Ethan lifts his head and looks over at her. “What? Do I not look like Bruce Wayne?”
Shelly shakes her and walks forward, running a hand from Ethan’s shoulder to his elbow. “I love you.”
Ethan grins, the same grin that was on his face the first time those words left Shelly’s lips months ago. He leans forward and presses a small, warm kiss to her lips. “I love you more. So, do I look good? Are all of your aunts and cousins gonna want to jump my bones?” He looks back at himself in the mirror and sets her deodorant back on the bureau.
The kiss was far too quick and simple for Shelly’s liking. Not when she’s gone weeks without Ethan’s mouth and now he’s standing in her childhood bedroom looking like this. Instead of answering, she takes his chin and turns his face back to her. “Everyone already wants to jump your bones.”
“I only care about one person jumping my bones,” Ethan says with a smirk. He welcomes Shelly’s lips against his own, instinctually wrapping an arm around her waist. She’s still wearing one of her oversized sleep shirts, one that Ethan is pretty sure belongs to him. He fists the back of her shirt and presses Shelly against him, loving how she feels right here in his arms. It’s all he’s wanted since they last saw each other what feels like a lifetime ago. Call Ethan dramatic, but it’s been hard going from seeing his girl every single day to only everything other weekend or less. “I can’t believe your mom didn’t care about leaving us alone.”
Shelly shrugs and presses another short, yet lingering kiss to Ethan’s pink mouth. “We’re nineteen and spent the entire school year together without parental supervision. She’s not dumb, E.”
Ethan cringes. “Ugh, our parents know we fuck.”
“Okay, we don’t have to verbalize it,” Shelly laughs, cringing as well. “Way to ruin the mood. Now, all I’m going to think about is my mom.”
“It’s probably a good thing,” Ethan sighs as he looks at his watch. “We have to leave soon anyways, and I don’t want to be late and have everyone hate me. You’re not even dressed yet.”
“It’s been three weeks,” Shelly whines, trailing her fingertips down the exposed skin of Ethan’s chest until they land at his belt buckle. She doesn’t make a move to undo it or reach beneath it; she knows when Ethan’s just feigning maturity and when he’s being real. And Shelly doesn’t think he’s going to budge.
“I know, Shell, but this is important,” Ethan explains. He wraps his hands around Shelly’s wrists and brings her hands to his lips. “This is like, your entire family. If you’re late, or there’s a hair out of place on your head, that’s on me. I don’t want to mess anything up.”
On any other occasion, Shelly would persist until Ethan at least let her go down on him. But, she can see how serious he is. When it comes to family, regardless of who’s side, Ethan is always serious. Family is important to him and Shelly knows that, she respects that. So, instead of trying to get Ethan to let loose and undo his pants, she just nods and starts buttoning his shirt.
“I’ll get dressed if you start the car with the AC on high.”
Ethan smiles and kisses Shelly’s forehead. “Sounds like a plan. Be downstairs in five.”
*
The venue is what Shelly would equate to the country club where High School Musical 2 takes place, sans the desert, early 2000’s fashion, or Zac Efron. After an hour and a half of fighting with Ethan for control of the aux cord, they’re driving onto the grounds. They’re instantly greeted by white and yellow balloons until people begin coming into view.
“Jeez, this place is huge,” Ethan says with a low whistle as they drive further down the dirt road. As the building that Shelly assumes to be the lobby comes into view, Ethan turns the music down. “Where do I park? Is there like, a specific place for me to park?”
Shelly can feel the anxiety radiating off of Ethan like steam off of hot pavement. She reaches over and wraps her fingers around his own, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Look, baby. There’s a sign over there for family parking.”
“Oh, true,” Ethan mumbles before following the signs to where he can see Shelly’s mom’s car already parked.
Just as Ethan had planned, they were on time. If anything, Shelly would even say they were early. As soon as they entire the wedding hall, Shelly’s hand wrapped tightly around Ethan’s, it’s all polite smiles and ‘long time no see!’ or ‘haven’t seen you in so long!’. There are a few more distant relatives that Ethan is introduced to, but for the most part, it’s small talk and light kisses on the cheek until Shelly spots her mom.
The actual wedding is fairly monotonous. One of Sabrina’s best friends is officiating the wedding. She keeps things very light and fun, making sure to not drone on. But, for the most part, all Shelly can think about is the man beside her. His arm is strewn across her lap, his fingers tucked between where her legs are crossed. Shelly loops her arm through Ethan’s and rests her head against his shoulder. She feels him turn his head and press a kiss to her forehead. He’s soft and gentle, as if he’s trying not to catch attention from the people seated behind them.
The vows are beautiful. Shelly’s not surprised; Sabrina’s always had a way with words. She wouldn’t even be surprised if Sabrina had helped her fiance with his vows. Finally, the couple says ‘I do’, and everyone is standing and clapping.
Ethan laughs as everyone starts clapping, like one does at a graduation ceremony or when their favorite team makes a touchdown. “Is this normal at weddings?” he whispered in Shelly’s ear as Sabrina’s dad starts hollering ‘that’s my girl!’
Shelly shrugs and watches her cousin walk down the aisle hand in hand with her new husband. “I have no clue. Probably not.”
The reception hall is much more Shelly and Ethan’s speed. It’s large and open, with glass doors and windows overlooking the large pond behind the building and the trees surrounding the property. Towards the back of the room behind the large dance floor is the open bar that Shelly can already assume Ethan will be frequenting and sneaking drinks from for Erica.
They’re seated at a table with Shelly’s mom, Erica, Shelly’s mom’s sisters and their husbands, and a few relatives that Shelly isn’t particularly close with. As soon as they’re seated, Ethan is picking up the menu in front of him and pursuing it as if he hasn’t eaten in days.
“Are you starving or something?” Erica asks as she picks up her own menu from Shelly’s other side.
Ethan doesn’t even look up from the menu as he says, “Yeah, I haven’t eaten all day!”
Shelly lightly smacks him in the chest with the back of her hand. “Why didn’t you eat breakfast? You knew we wouldn’t be eating until later.”
The boy just shrugs. “I wanted to make sure I was actually hungry. I feel like food at weddings is like, supposed to be really good. What’re you getting? They have chicken and salmon. Which one do you think I would like more? What’s a chimichurri sauce?”
In those brief few seconds, Shelly couldn’t feel more at peace. She’s missed Ethan. For the entire year that they’ve been together, aside from their first summer together, they’ve only been a dorm building away. Shelly wouldn’t say that they’re codependent - they’re capable of surviving without each other for periods of time - but three weeks is a long time. It’s not even about the sex. Yes, sex with Ethan is some of the best sex that Shelly’s ever had. But, there’s so much more to Ethan than his dick. Sex is just a small percentage of what Shelly loves about this boy.
Ethan notices Shelly’s silence and starring. “What? Did you get makeup on my shirt? Please tell me you didn’t.”
Shelly laughs and shakes her head. “No, you’re shirts clean. I just missed you.”
“I missed you more,” Ethan says before pressing their lips together lightly. “Now quit staring at me and help me decide on what to eat. You can tell me how sexy I look when I’m not hungry.”
*
It’s not long before Shelly finds herself at the bar ordering drinks for her and Ethan. She’s relieved when the bartender accepts her lousy fake ID. Back at the table, Ethan, Erica, and their cousin Jackson are busy arguing over the ending of the latest season of Stranger Things. She figured it was time for her boyfriend to have a drink when the conversation began to get heated.
“Shelly, honey, how are you?”
Shelly turns to see her Nana coming towards her with open arms. “I’m good.” She lets the older woman squeeze her tight, the way she has since Shell was a little girl. The familiar scent of orange blossom and sugar cookies makes Shelly smile. “How are you? I’m sorry I didn’t come see you earlier. I didn’t want to take you away from Sabrina.”
“Sweetie, don’t apologize. I knew I’d eventually run into you.” Nana turns to the bartender. “I’ll have a glass of white zin, please.” She turns back to Shelly with a knowing look, spotting Ethan just over her shoulder. “So, how are things going with him? You’ve been together for a long time now.”
Instantly, Shelly knows exactly where this is going. But, it’s her Nana. It’s not her mom or her sister just trying to push her buttons. So, Shelly entertains her. “Yeah, over a year. We’re really happy.”
“You have, what only a year of college left?” Shelly nods and takes the two drinks being handed to her. She takes a sip of her gin and tonic. “What are you two doing after college? Are you going to live together?”
It’s in this moment that Shelly wishes she had just cut the conversation at its root before it could grow. Over the last semester, long before summer break, Ethan, Shelly, and their parents had all discussed the couple renting out a house on campus instead of paying for housing for another year. In fact, the last time Shelly and Ethan saw each other, they had met with their new landlord and signed the lease with both of their moms as cosigners.
As if sensing her daughter’s distress, Shelly’s mom is ringing an arm around her shoulders. “What’re you two doing over here? Hogging all the booze?” She orders herself a gin martini with dirty ice and squeezes Shelly’s arm.
“Just asking your eldest about her plans after graduation,” Nana says innocently before taking her glass of wine from the bartender. “Is that a crime?”
“Mom, didn’t I tell you? Shelly and Ethan are renting a house for their senior year. That way we don’t have to pay for housing.”
The look on Nana’s face is almost comical. On one hand, she looks incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of her grandchild living with a man, even if that man is Ethan, who Shelly’s been with for over a year. But, on the other hand, it is Ethan, who’s incredibly respectful, kind, and always makes it a point to compliment her cooking whenever he goes with Shelly for a visit. Nana likes Ethan and she likes Ethan with her granddaughter. She also loves the sound of saving money.
“Well. That’s nice. I must’ve forgotten.” Nana takes a sip of her white zin. “You’ll have to show me pictures.”
“Thank God I didn’t have to be the one to break the news,” Shelly whispers as her mom leads her back to the table.
Her mom chuckles. “Ethan and Erica noticed you and said that you might need some assistance.”
The looks on Ethan and her sister’s faces only confirm her mom’s words. Shelly sits back in her seat and sets Ethan’s drink down in front of him. His hand finds her knee as she sits beside him. “Everything okay? You looked a little ambushed.”
Shelly nods and drinks from her g&t. “I’m fine. Just the usual kind of questioning one gets at a wedding.” Ethan raises a brow. He doesn’t follow. Shelly rolls her eyes fondly. “She was asking about. Like, if we’re getting married after graduation. The usual grandma inquisition.”
Ethan just stares at her. If. If they’re getting married. He can’t help but laugh. “When, you mean.”
“Huh?”
“You mean, when we get married,” Ethan explains.
Now, they just stare at each other. This isn’t a conversation Shelly was expecting to have. At least not today. She can feel her cheeks getting warm and hopes her face isn’t giving away her emotions. Before she can reply, Erica is pulling Ethan back into their previous debate. “Remind me again why you think Hopper isn’t dead?”
Just like that, Ethan is heated in discussion, only pausing to take sips of his drink. But, his hand never leaves Shelly’s knee, not even when the food comes. Ethan had decided on the grilled chicken after much deliberation and Shelly opted for the salmon. She had only chosen the salmon because she knows that Ethan will end up eating half of it and leave half of his chicken for her.
After everyone’s eaten and gotten at least two drinks into their systems, the music gets louder and Sabrina appears on the dance floor with her husband. It’s sweet, watching them dance to a cheesy song that every girl wants as their wedding song. Eventually, more people join them on the dance floor, and it’s only a matter of time before Ethan is squeezing Shelly’s knee and smiling the way he does when he wants something.
“Dance with me?” he asks sweetly. “Pretty please? I want to twirl you around in that dress so bad.”
“Only if I get to twirl you around first.” Shelly laughs and lets Ethan lead her to the edge of the dancefloor towards the back where there are less people. Shelly rests her head against Ethan’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around her waist. The song playing is slow and sweet - not exactly the kind of song that one is twirled to. “Are you having a good time?”
Ethan nods and presses his lips to Shelly’s forehead. “Of course. I love your family. And I love you.”
Shelly presses her lips lightly to the side of Ethan’s neck, just below his ear. It’s so light that he hardly feels it. “I love you too.” She hesitates before she speaks again. “Should we talk about what you said before or should I just let is slide?”
“What? About wedding food being bomb? Because it was. I have to find out how they cooked that salmon and make Grayson make it for me.” He smirks. He knows exactly what Shelly’s talking about. He also knows that, the second the words left his lips, Shelly wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about them.
“Oh, shut up,” Shelly mumbles. She tries not to found amused by her boyfriend’s teasing. “Nevermind, forget it.”
“No, no, not ‘forget it’,” Ethan replies and a squeeze to Shelly’s waist. “I know what you’re talking about. We can talk about it. If you want. I meant it, if that’s what you’re worrying about.”
“Meant it? Meant what?” Shelly looks up at Ethan.
“‘When we get married’,” Ethan says, repeating his earlier statement. “I wasn’t joking. I meant it. We’re getting married someday.”
Again, Shelly feels all of her blood and emotions fill up in her cheeks. She presses her face into Ethan’s neck. “Straight to the point, huh?”
Ethan instantly feels the warmth of Shelly’s skin and the tension in her muscles. He just wraps his arms tighter around her, so tight that he almost lifts her off of her feet. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Don’t get all-”
“All what?”
“All Shelly and shut down,” Ethan states with a knowing smile as Shelly pulls herself away from where she was hiding in Ethan’s neck. He presses a long, warm kiss to her forehead. “Everything’s fine. We’re having fun, right?” Shelly nods. “Don’t let a small, simple conversation ruin your night.”
“E, marriage isn’t a small and simple-”
He interrupts her as the sound of clapping fills the room. “C’mon, they’re cutting the cake.” He looks down at her and kisses the frown off her face. “I love you, Shelly Bell.”
As frustrated as she may be, it’s impossible for her to not absolutely melt at the way he looks at her. Or when he uses that dumb nickname that she used to hate, but has learned to love. There are so many thoughts swimming through her head, but when she looks at Ethan, and when he looks at her, all she can think about is how much he means to her.
The cutting of the cake is just as cheesy as Shelly imagined it would be. Cake gets everywhere, everyone laughs, and all Shelly can think about is her and Ethan in Sabrina’s place. It would be so fun to shove cake in Ethan’s face. To have him laugh and press his frosting covered face against hers. Everyone around them would be laughing, taking pictures, talking about how beautiful of a couple they are. When she looks to Ethan, only to see him looking back at her, she knows that he’s thinking the same thing.
*
After hours of dancing and laughing, Shelly’s legs and abs feel the equivalent to the days when she would let Grayson lead her through one of his and Ethan’s workouts. Her feet ache and all she wants is to get naked, have Ethan beside her, and to sleep in until noon. She voices this to Ethan as they walk up her driveway. Erica gags behind them.
“I had to hear enough sappy shit on the ride home,” she complains as they wait for Shelly to unlock the door. “Please, please keep it down tonight. Save it for when you actually live together.”
Ethan and Shelly laugh as they all walk through the front door. They give Erica a quick goodnight before they’re making their way up the stairs to Shelly’s room. She’s quick to kick her shoes off as Ethan shuts the door behind them.
“God, I can’t wait to get out of these pants,” Ethan practically moans as he undoes his belt. “I can hardly feel my balls.”
“Want to unzip my dress?” Shelly asks, turning around to give Ethan access to the zipper. She can feel his fingers against the center of her upper back as he fumbles with the zipper. While it’s a gorgeous dress and she felt gorgeous wearing it, it feels even better falling town her waist and collecting at her sore feet. She groans as Ethan goes that extra mile and unclasps her bra as well. “You’re an angel.”
Ethan snorts as he begins to unbutton his shirt. “Says you.” He carelessly looks Shelly up and down, admiring the curves of her hips and the soft skin of her stomach. But, nothing beats the sight of her face. Her beautiful face that he can’t wake up to in the morning. Soon, every morning. The thought makes his smile spread wider across his face. He tosses his shirt onto the chair that Shelly uses in place of her laundry basket that’s always notably empty. “Can you take my pants off?”
He asks in the way that one asks ‘do you want waffles or pancakes?’ Shelly nods and watches as Ethan lays back on her bed, his head cushioned by the dozens of pillows. She yanks off his shoes, one by one, before yanking him down the bed by his ankles. It’s easier said than done, what with the boy weighing nearly two hundred pounds, but she manages to get him close enough so that she can reach his fly.
“Damn, babe, was today arm day?” Ethan asks with a laugh as Shelly unzips his fly and starts tugging his pants down his legs. “I have to say, that was somewhat impressive.”
“It’s all your brother,” Shelly jokes as she manages to pull his pants over his feet. She tosses them in the same direction as his shirt and her dress. “He was teaching me how to like, bench or lift or whatever.”
“You’re cute.” Ethan yawns and crawls back up the bed. He curls his arm around one of Shelly’s pillows. As he gets comfortable, he reaches behind his back and shakes his hand in order to get his girlfriend’s attention. “C’mere. I’m cold.”
That’s a lie; Ethan’s always warm. It’s one of Shelly’s favorite things about him, especially come winter. In Ethan-speak, ‘I’m cold’ means ‘hold me’. So, Shelly does just that. She comes up behind him, knees tucking right behind Ethan’s, with her cheek against his rounded shoulder blade. Shelly takes a deep breath as she wraps her arms around Ethan’s torso.
“So, about what I said earlier,” Ethan mumbles. He’s so close to sleep; Shelly can practically hear it in his voice. She’s surprised that he’s bringing this up considering how tired he is. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I was just like, putting it out there.”
“You didn’t freak me out,” Shelly mutters stubbornly. “You just, I don’t know, caught me off guard.”
Ethan snorts. “You lowkey got freaked out.” He gently takes Shelly’s hand and presses the back of it to his lips.
“I didn’t freak out,” Shelly demands. “We’ve never really talked about our future like that, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting it. It’s not like I’m against marrying you. Obviously I’m not against it.”
“I’d hope not,” Ethan replies before pressing another kiss to the back of Shelly’s hand. “We don’t even have to get married. I just want to be with you forever. If marriage isn’t your thing, I mean.”
“It’s not not my thing,” Shelly starts slowly. “I’ve just never met someone that made me want to get married. I’ve never been with someone that I could see myself marrying.”
After a few moments of heavy silence, Ethan turns over, careful not to crush or bend Shelly’s arms the wrong way. He stares at her for a moment before he gently runs his thumb under her eye, across her cheekbone. “Are you about to get all cheesy? Should I get some crackers? Some wine?”
Shelly rolls her eyes and smacks her boyfriend on the arm. “I won’t say anything, then. No cheese for your wine and crackers.”
“That’s fine, I’m dairy free,” Ethan teases, earning himself another smack on the arm. This sets him off. In a flash, he has Shelly trapped in his grasp as he tickles her sides. It’s her tickle spot, her sides. She regrets ever telling him about her tickle spot.
“Stop, E, please,” Shelly begs. She’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down her cheeks and into her hair. If her abs didn’t ache before, they certainly do now. “Please, please, please. White flag, enough.”
“Okay, okay.” Ethan surrenders. He’s laughing nearly as hard, despite him not being the one getting tickled. “But, only because Erica’s going to think we’re fucking.”
For a moment, Shelly wants to point out that fucking wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. But, then she remembers her sore abs and the feeling of sleep quietly calling her name. Instead, she pokes Ethan in forehead. “You’re so annoying. I’m never talking about feelings with you ever again.”
“Just admit that you want to marry me and you never have to talk about your feelings ever again.” Ethan grins from where he’s still planked on top of his girl. When she doesn’t budge, he lies down, letting all of his weight fall on her. “C’mon, just admit it, Shelly Bell.”
Shelly grunts as her body is squeezed between her heavy boyfriend and her mattress. “You’re so obnoxious sometimes.” Her hands instinctually run up and down Ethan’s sides, feeling goosebumps grow beneath her fingertips.
“You love me even when I’m obnoxious,” Ethan points out. Shelly won’t admit it, but he’s not wrong. “You love me and you want to marry me. I already know it, so just say it and I’ll let you sleep.”
“If you know it, why do I have to say it?”
Ethan raises a brow. “So, I’m right? You want to marry me? We’re gonna get married someday?”
Finally, Shelly gives in. With a sigh and a sleepy smile, she says, “Yes, okay, obviously I want to marry you. You and your stupid cute face. Now get off of me and let me breathe.” As Ethan rolls over onto his back, his face looking up at the ceiling, Shelly can’t help but start laughing. “I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck with your obnoxious ass for the rest of my life.”
“You’re stuck with me.” Ethan grins. “God, I can’t wait to marry you. Our wedding is gonna be so sick. A fucking rager.”
“Let’s try furnishing our apartment before we start planning a wedding, baby,” Shelly says as she pulls her duvet up her and Ethan’s bodies. “Want to be little spoon or big spoon?”
“Mm, can I just lay like this?” Ethan moves closer to Shelly, resting his head on her chest, throwing his arm across her stomach, and throwing his leg across her thighs. “I like when you’re my pillow.”
“I’ll be your pillow for the rest of your life, baby.” Shelly smiles and wraps her arms around broadness of the man’s shoulders. Ethan lifts his head and puckers his lips with his eyes still closed. Without speaking a word, Shelly ducks down and kisses the man that she’s somehow gotten herself stuck with. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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how would y’all think if i wrote a one shot based off of heaven by julia michaels for one of the dolan twins?
anyone be interested in it???
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Stressed Out (G.D)
It was a typical school night. You were doing your homework in the Dolans’ house. You were busy staring at your laptop screen reading notes and researching some terms on your boyfriend’s bed. Meanwhile, Grayson was heavily engaged in a Fortnite match with his twin brother.
After an hour and a half, your mind felt wreck and your eyes were watery. You looked over to Grayson who was still absorbed in his game, rapidly pressing buttons on his controller.
You went over to him and draped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck.
“Hey baby, you done with homework?” he asked without peeling his eyes from his game. You shook your head. “It’s kicking your ass isn’t it?” he asked again still focused in his game.
“And winning, if I may add.”
“Just watch my game. Me and Ethan are about to win this thing.” He was so proud of that, it made you smile.
“I think I’ll pass, I’ll just closed my eyes for a bit.” you sighed in exhaustion.
He then looks up from his game” Give me one moment baby, i’ll be with you... Yo I’m leaving the match” you heard Grayson say to his mic.
Moments later, you feel a hand resting on your stomach followed by a kiss on the back of your head.
“Sleep well, my love.” was the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep in the arms of your whole entire world.
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don’t you love how we always paint the twins as innocent angels and praise them for not being problematic, but when i step back and look at it, they are really fucking problematic and so are their fRiEnDs.
this is a rant so beware.
FIRSTLY, i fucking hate how anyone who calls out the twins for their bullshit or doesn’t agree with them is a “fAkE fAn”. like how far do you need to be up someone’s ass to ignore all their mistakes. no one should 100% always agree with everything they do.
ALSO, their friends. now, i’m not saying that just because the twins are friends with them, that the twins are like this too, so don’t come for me. but, james is literally so problematic but everyone babies him when he plays the victim (grayson also does this but we will discuss that later). james will be called out for something then get all defensive and not admit his wrongs. like, it would be so much better if he had just accepted that he was wrong in certain situations and he can’t blame it on anything else.
NOW, for mr. grayson dolan, king of iNnOcEnCe and being pReCiOuS. he does the same things james does. he’ll say or do some dumb shit then get called out and play victim. when he sees that it’s not working, he’ll give some half ass apology. the twins always say they choose not to ingage themselves in drama but they cause the drama.
AND I CAN NOT FUKCING TELL YOU, how many times poc fans have been attacked and the twins start acting like fucking helen keller and don’t notice shit. but we’re expected to kiss their ass and look up to them? absolutely not. they get to act all wOkE and shit so they get praise but won’t step up to the plate when they need to.
also, on their friends. let their friends do problematic shit and they turn into helen keller but once someone else that is majorly hated. they become oh-so-vocal and social justice warriors.
TO MAKE A LONG MOTHERFUCKING STORY SHORT, i am angry. i am angry and i have been for a while. these are my feelings though and if you don’t like them, at this point, i’m gonna say this, suck my dick and balls. (sorry for being vulgar, i’m really mad). it’s not everyone in the fandom but it’s also a majority.
i’m not staying some place where i don’t belong and am not wanted. i don’t need and shouldn’t stay somewhere we im degraded and my opinion isn’t valued. all i want is the twins to call out their out-of-pocket fans and they act like helen keller, so i’m going to match that energy🤷♀️ until they suddenly gain their senses back, i guess we all won’t have any.
I SAID WHAT I SAID AND I KNOW WHAT I SAID, and most importantly, I MEANT WHAT I SAID
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Breakfast In Bed | ED
Summary: Ethan being his clingy self, doesn’t want you to get out of bed and proposes a very tempting offer to keep you within his arms.
Request: “Hello! Could write a thing about Ethan just being really clingy and talking to you in a baby voice? I️ keep thinking of that vid where Grayson said that Ethan talked to a girl in a baby voice and that’s just so funny to me”
“Could ya do a really fluffy E imagine just anything just really fluffy lol please“
Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.
Words: 948
The sun was almost blinding, the vertical ray busting through your curtains hit your face almost instantly waking you from your sleep. Whilst shielding your face from the blazing brightness, your sat yourself up in bed. Slowly but surely, your vision becoming unblurred as you blinked the sleep away. Soft snores were coming from your side, your eyes fluttered to the source to see a beautifully and peacefully sleeping Ethan. His soft brown hair lay disheveled on the pillow that he was resting on. One of his arms resting in the crook of his neck whilst the other arm was used to hook you close to his torso to cuddle you during the night. His soft, plump lips where parted ever so slightly as he continued to snore.
The sight of him subconsciously made you smile as you watched his beauty a little longer than you had intended, taking in all his features and not being able to get caught for staring. Something he usually would have scolded you for and turned away blushing when you told him that he was handsome. On cue, Ethan began to awake. Stretching his limbs whilst groaning in satisfaction of the feeling. “Good morning, beautiful.” You smiled softly before leaning in and placing a delicate peck on his lips. Ethan wasn’t happy with the lack of your lips on his when you pulled away, so he grabbed a hold of your chin and pulled you back towards him, desperately meshing your lips together as if it was the last time he was ever going to be able to show his affection for you. He finally pulled away to breathe with a sheepish smile as he examined your face.
Ethan’s arms reached out for you and attempted to pull you back towards his chest to cuddle but you giggled at his cuteness whilst resisting. “I can’t, I have to go to work.” You frowned internally, knowing you would much rather be in bed in Ethan’s arms than be dealing with rude and annoying customers for at least six hours. “No, stay in bed with me.” He pouted his lips, speaking with a babyish tone, imitating a toddler. He reached out again, successfully gently grabbing your forearm and pulling you into his grasp. As he was a lot stronger than you. It was difficult to fight your way out. “Ethan, I need to get ready or I’ll be late.” You tried to sound serious, but it was difficult when you were giggling at how childish he was being.
“Ethan!” Your laughs muffled as your face was buried up against his chest, the vibrations of your voice on his skin caused his hearty chuckle to be heard throughout the room. “You’re staying here and you’re not going anywhere.” He finally stated, refusing to move his arms so you wouldn’t escape and flee the bedroom. “Fine, five more minutes. Okay?” You tried to compromise with him but you were quickly greeted with a very firm and immediate. “No, you’re staying here then I’m going to make us breakfast in bed and we’re going to binge watch all of your favourite Disney movies.”
“Ethan, I really can’t. I have work.” You frowned at him expecting him to give up and finally let you go but he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. “Just call in sick, babe.” He suggested, loosening his grip on your body so he didn’t suffocate you. It didn’t take a lot of persuasion as his suggestion sounded a lot more appealing than the day you had ahead of you if you got out of bed. “I don’t sound sick…” You began to speak before Ethan hushed you. “I’ll phone them, what number is it?” He hurriedly picked up your phone from your side of the bed and unlocked it. “Wait,” you halted him in his tracks, startling him slightly, “what are we having for breakfast, first.” Ethan grinned and inhaled deeply before he began mentally reading a list of all your favourite breakfast foods knowing that he had you completely reeled in and you were going to spend the morning in bed with him. You smiled from ear to ear and waited momentarily before you pointed out the contact on your phone. Cockily, Ethan brought the phone up to his ear and winked at you, his arm still grasped around your waist. It rang three times before your boss answered the phone. The call was brief. Ethan explaining that, in his words, “Y/N has been projectile vomiting everywhere and I’m going to take care of her, she won’t be able to come in today.” As the call ended the pair of you giggled like school children who prank had just called some random number asking them a stupid question before hastily hanging up.
“Now I have you all to myself.” He smiled, speaking in a babyish tone once more before placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though you didn’t need to get out of bed, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, so you could shower and freshen up because you didn’t want to be stinking for the duration of your breakfast session. “Where are you going?” He laughed at the fact that you couldn’t escape from his enclosure that he had created with his arms. “I need to shower, so unless you want to cuddle with someone who smells like a pig, let me go and I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” You replied brazenly before Ethan forced himself to let go of you, being the clingy boy that he is. “Fifteen minutes and I’m counting, Y/N. Any later and I’ll come in that shower and get you myself.”
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can u do a part 2 to the pregnancy angst, maybe something sparks inside of him and he comes back to sincerely apologize
part 1.
“fine. i’ll see myself out”
You sobbed in your shared bed for an hour. You really thought he left, you really thought he left his baby. The baby that he fought so hard for and loved with every ounce of his body.
you really thought he was gone.
“just you and me now baby, i guess” you cry rubbing your stomach and laying your head back down on the pillow. you wished you just kept all the problems to yourself, maybe they would’ve fizzled out or they could get worse but at least grayson would be here with you — with the baby. “i’m sorry, petal” you whispered closing your eyes and soon drifting into a deep sleep.
Grayson walked around the town for a bit and then did some work in the local cafe to calm himself down.
turns out being away from you and the baby made him anything but calm. anxious and upset, more like it. He couldn’t believe what he’d said — it was like an out of body experience. that he was there but couldn’t control anything he was doing or saying. He wanted this baby so bad, and he loved you and now his son more than life itself.
so how was he going to fix this?
He stopped off at a grocery store near by the apartment complex you both live in. you moved in there a month before you found out you were pregnant, a good thing too as this apartment is way better for a kid than the other one you had. And this was near both of your families and most of your friends too, so it was a win win when you found this complex. You could both see yourselves living here for a couple years. Grayson misses that time, when he wasn’t so work absorbed. when he was actually home to have dinner with you and talk about you day vice versa.
While he was in the grocery store he picked up some flowers, chocolate and your favourite herbal tea. He knew this wouldn’t get your forgiveness, but it’s a start.
He arrived home quicker than excepted, his heart beating out of his chest.
grayson hoped you’d forgive him. he couldn’t bare see another day, no second without and his son.
“baby?” grayson called out closing the door. “in here” a tired voice called out from the living room. he walked in to where you were, covered in blankets and hot water bottles and the crown on in the background. Grayson thinks you talked to your mom.
You’d be right too.
“i’m sorry” grayson sobbed making you frown and pat the seat next to you. “i don’t deserve you or baby. but i’m begging you to give me another chance. i’m sorry, honey.” he cried handing you the gifts.
“i’m so sorry. i’ll never do this again”
you sighed and looked at your husband, you could tell it was genuine, but you were still scared. so scared that he would just get to stressed and forget about you or the baby again. you wouldn’t be able to take it another time.
“this is the last chance. no more” you warn and grayson nodded quickly pecking your lips multiple times before making his way down to your big bump.
“daddy loves you. and you are his main priority. i adore you, son”
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𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒/𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.
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C3 & C92 with gray pleasee🥺
Prompt list
C3, C92- “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” “I’m going to sleep on couch tonight.”
“Y/N, please just talk to me? I don’t understand what I did wrong. You need to tell me so I can, you know? Not do it again?” Gray pleaded with you through the bathroom door. Just moments ago you were both cuddled up on his bed under a fuzzy blanket, legs intertwined and eyes heavy with the sleepiness that weighed your eyelids down. Now? You had abruptly got up from your place in his arms before making a quick dash and proceeding to lock yourself in the bathroom without so much as a word. As he’d followed after you, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing.
Gray was confused to say the least, you had been talking to him about your day, which he followed with a brief description of what he had gotten up to with Ethan as they were in the midsts of filming a big series for their channel. Snapping back to the current moment where he found himself sliding down to the floor, head resting on the wall, he desperately began to rack his brain for anything that could of pissed you off. Why were you angry with him?
He was once again brought out of his thoughts by a sound that made his blood run cold. His ear pressed against the wood, he heard the faint, steady sound pick up speed and volume. You were crying. He could handle you being mad at him but crying because of him? Absolutely not. “Babe, please” He was begging now.
Just as he was contemplating kicking that damn door down himself, he heard the lock twist and the door crack open slightly followed by your croaky voice, “Im going to sleep on the couch tonight.” You sounded so fragile, insecure. Gray knew better than to try and argue with you, you were a stubborn one and when you knew what you wanted you were set on it. “It’s ok, take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”
As the sun began to light up the room, the rays making their way in through the blinds, you were instantly reminded of last nights events when you reached out to your left, greeted with cold sheets. You felt guilty, you weren’t upset because of him. You were angry with the universe and he just so happened to be the one you lashed out at.
Sliding your feet into your slippers as you finished tying the belt of your robe, you made your way out to the living room to apologise. You were met with the smell of pancakes, god were you craving them. A smile graced your lips as you headed for the kitchen. That smile faltered when you were met with Gray sat at the kitchen table, chomping on his breakfast, no sight of a plate saved for you. This pissed you off, you knew you had no reason to be annoyed. It was 7am and you didn’t normally wake up until around 10am on your days off. Of course he wouldn’t of made you breakfast at this time, but today? You weren’t happy.
“Nice of you to offer me some.” You commented bitterly. If looks could kill, Grayson Dolan would be a dead man walking. “Seriously Y/N? We’re not 7 anymore.” He rolled his eyes. God you needed to get your feelings in check because you could now feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Why were you crying?! You had started all of this. Grayson saw your change in expression and was instantly at your side.
“What is it bub? come on, you can talk to me.” Gray tried, warm hand reaching for yours but you pulled away. “It’s none of your business.” You sassed. Honestly, you don’t know why you were being so petty, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just so afraid of what he’d say when you told him. You turned on your heel, about to flee again. “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” With that you froze, he’d heard you? Did that mean he’d heard you throwing up last night? “fuck” you thought to yourself.
You slowly looked up to meet his eyes. You were afraid for his reaction. You knew he loved you but you’d only been together for just under a year. Was it all too soon? As much as you wished you could avoid it, you knew he would find out eventually, whether you told him or not. “Don’t be mad?” You whispered faintly. “Of course not, you just worried me is all.” He cupped your tear stained cheek in his palm, the touch comforting you. You took in a shaky breath, “I’m pregnant.”
The words seemed to echo in the small space between you. Silence. You knew it was too soon, it was no secret that Grayson longed to be a father more than anything, but 10 months into the relationship? They were still so young, so much they wanted to do before settling down for a domestic life together. You felt your stomach wrench. You’d ruined everything.
Grayson on the other hand, was in shock. Was this a dream? Surely it had to be. This. This was the moment he’d waited for all of his life. He was going to be a father and best of all, the mother of his unborn child, the absolute love of his life. He saw a hint of hope flash across her eyes after she spoke, but it faded after just a few seconds, replaced with fear. Fuck! He’d hadn’t said anything yet, leaving her in her to overthink his lack of reaction.
Without missing another beat, he took her shaking hands into his bigger ones and brought them to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to them. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He scooped her into his arms and buried his head into her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. He pulled back to look at her face, “I’m going to be a dad?” His eyes began to tear up. She matched the smile on his face before letting out a sharp breath of a relief. “Yes, and the best one too. I know it may be too soon-“ Grayson cut her off with a passionate kiss. “No love, it’s perfect.”
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Grayson said he wants a daughter ASAP. i mean he can put a baby in me if he wants.
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💦dolan twin smut prompts💦
{gif creds- @graysonsbailey}
smut prompt list.
{warning- mature content. read at your own risk.}
movie night. {gray}
cameron’s bestfriend. {ethan}
buttplug. {gray}
thigh riding. {gray}
twins assistant. {gray}
hate fuck. {gray}
jealously. {gray}
fratboy. {gray}
teasing. {ethan}
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Two Hours ‘Till Kendrick
YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES
Warning: smut
Author’s Note: thank you everyone who has been so nice and encouraging to me as a writer. I love writing and I love Ethan and all of you have made this this a fun little safe haven for me. I can’t say thank you enough. Drop me a message or an ask. I love talking with you! Now here’s a little Coachella Ethan, kinda, sorta.
“Remember when Ethan gave you fake flowers for Easter?” Cameron spoke dryly, knowing fully well Ethan was only a few feet behind her, leaning against the doorframe and nibbling on a plate of pancakes. You were sitting in front of a mirror curling your hair.
You looked at her through the reflection, a smile stretching at your lips. You went to speak, but were cut off by your obnoxious boyfriend who still spoke with his mouth full no matter how many times you told him it was rude and unbecoming of him.
“Shut up, Cameron!” Crumbs spilled from his mouth and he took to wiping them with the back of his hand. “You can stop giving me crap about that any day now. It’d be greatly appreciated.”
Cameron rolled her eyes. “What went through your head when you thought that was a good idea? I’m genuinely curious.”
Grayson laughed from the other room where he was getting ready. You noticed Ethan frown for a second and clench his jaw before pulling another bite of pancake between his teeth. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his hair was a wild mess, and the hem of his sweatpants hung on just below his hips. A perfect sight to behold, rough and rugged in the morning.
“I thought they were real until she got all mad at me,” he defended, pointing his fork at you.
“That’s even worse, Ethan!” Cameron laughed. “I’m sorry my brother is an idiot. I don’t know why you date him.”
You smiled while catching his eyes with yours through the mirror. “He brings me to Coachella.”
“Fair enough,” Cameron chuckled, nodding her head. After running a brush through her hair, she tossed it onto the bed and went for the door to get breakfast of her own. “That’s why I claim him as my brother, too. Most days anyway.”
“See, I’m good for something, you admit it.” Ethan said smugly, taking another bite. She rolled her eyes again, sneaking past him. There was no need for words because she could feel her IQ drop lower and lower every time she engaged in any sort of conversation with him, she was sure of it.
You and Ethan were left alone in your room of the rented apartment located in the deepest part of Indio, California. He pushed himself from the door and moved to the bed, plopping down on the mattress with a jump. You must have been staring and it wasn’t until you felt the burn of the curling iron too close to your ear that you actually focused on what you were doing.
“So,” Ethan started. You could feel him watching you as you finished up the last curl. “You only love me for Coachella, is that right?”
Flipping the off switch on the iron, you placed it next to you and uncurled your legs to stand up. It was day three of Coachella, Easter Sunday, and you noticed when you turned around to sit on his lap, face to face, that he was more tan, more bright eyed, and more eager to touch you than he had been day one.
You ran your fingers down his bare arms, biting at your lip. “These are nice,” you mused. Trailing your hands back up, you placed them on each of his cheeks where the slightest bit of scruff was growing in. Before stealing a kiss, you leaned in close and whispered. “I like these, too.” Referring to his lips that you could never get enough of.
Staying in such close quarters with his siblings meant that all weekend long you two hadn’t been as physical with one another the way you each so craved. You flew in Thursday night, having been too tired to even give him a proper ‘hello, i’ve missed you more than I can bear it’ squeeze, let alone make love to him all night.
It was safe to say, that between quick kisses, dancing, sleeping in the same bed, and seeing you in his favorite bikini of yours the other day, the both of you were growing more and more eager by the second. You sitting on his lap wasn’t helping matters either. For quick measure, you curled your legs around his tighter.
“Kiss me again,” he said lowly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs before slinking around to give a little squeeze to your butt.
So you did, you kissed him. Then you kissed him some more. And some more. And some more and when you needed to come up for air, he still wouldn’t pull apart. He tasted like syrup and chocolate, sweet and sugary. He thought you tasted like cherries and vanilla and maybe just a hint of mint.
His hand wrapped around yours when you somehow managed to bury a couple of your fingers under the hem of his pants. He tore his lips away, but not without hesitation.
“Babe, you know we can’t.”
You did know, but you weren’t sure what came over you. Maybe it was his soft skin that danced under your fingernails or his hair that tickled your cheeks when you kissed his neck. Maybe it was the feeling of his lips on yours, wet and plump. The sound of his subtle moans and mumbles of sweet nothings or the way he called you ‘babe’. Maybe it was all of these things wrapped up in a box and sealed with a bow that made it so impossibly hard to not jump his bones any chance you got.
“Get off my brother so he can get dressed and drive us.” Grayson’s voice was loud and made you jump. “We’re already running later than planned.”
You pulled yourself from Ethan, as much as you didn’t want to, with a frustrated sigh. Ethan stood up after you, softly grabbing your hand. He knew it was disheartening that you had to censor yourselves. He felt just as awful about it, if not more. But he was also over the moon ecstatic that he got to spend today with three people who meant the world to him. That was worth a little waiting.
“Happy Easter?” He raised a brow.
You giggled, pushing onto your tiptoes to lean up and place a delicate kiss on his lips. One more couldn’t hurt, right?
“Happy Easter, E.”
“Love you.”
And like clockwork-
“Love you, too.”
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Black vans stuck to the grass after Ethan stepped in a puddle of mud. He had groaned and whined and joked about you having to carry him on your back. You could only offer a eye roll at your drama queen of a boyfriend.
He held your hand as all four of you approached a tent serving lemonade. It was a little hotter today than it had been all weekend, so before taking the plastic cup out of Ethan’s hand, you unfastened the tie on your shirt, exposing more skin.
Ethan swallowed.
He noticed then when your lashes -longer, darker, and fuller -peered up to look at him that you had spent extra time on your makeup, wearing more than usual.
“Here gorgeous,” he stammered, breaking out into a sweat and he didn’t think it was from the weather.
Your fingers rubbed together when exchanging the drink, which might have been on purpose, but who’s to say? The liquid was cold and soothing going down and you made an effort to lick your lips after, knowing Ethan was watching.
He cleared his throat. “Alright guys, meet back here before Kendrick?”
“What?” Grayson asked surprised. “We’re splitting up? Kendrick is hours away!”
Ethan took your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t be a baby, Grayson. We’ve spent the last two days attached at the hip. I’m kind of sick of you,” he joked.
Cameron watched as your eyes lit up with excitement, and you scooted closer to her brother, rubbing his forearm. Knowing you’d wanted your alone time, she turned to Grayson. “We’ll have a better time without them anyways.”
Grayson wanted to shout in protest, but when you smiled before placing a quick peck to Ethan’s shoulder, he figured he’d better let you two have the day. It wasn’t as often as it should have been that the two of you got to spend time together. Him and Ethan were in LA almost always these days and it was draining for him as well. All the nights he’d lost sleep because his brother was facetiming you until the early morning or when he’d have to talk Ethan out of a depressing state of mind because he missed you.
Today, on Easter at Coachella, it was the least he could do.
“Fine,” he sighed before smirking. “Have fun, no monkey business.”
You couldn’t promise anything.
All weekend you’d been pestering Ethan about wanting to ride the ferris wheel, but between appearances at specific tents and meeting fans, you hadn’t gotten around to it until now.
“It’s beautiful,” you spoke quietly, leaning forward in your seat. The sun was peeking over a hill in a orange and pink glow, illuminating the silhouette of palm trees. Views like this one didn’t happen back home.
Ethan’s hand caressed your thigh. He was comfortably lounged back with an arm draped on top of your seat. “Yeah, you are.”
You looked behind your shoulder with a smile on your face. “You’re cheesy.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. “I know. That one was bad.”
Falling back into him, your ar slinked around his waist and you rested your head on his shoulder. A shiver ran down his spine when you placed a small kiss to his cheek. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on a dingy ferris wheel and enjoyed himself, but with your warm body curled into him, he figured this one wasn’t half bad.
There were thousands of people down below, looking like little ants with blotches of color here and there. The music was loud, but not too loud. He could still hear the sound of your breath on his neck.
“I’m jealous you get to experience this every day.”
“Coachella?” He questioned, confused.
You giggled. “No, California. I love it here.”
Your voice was soothing, like at any given second you’d fall asleep into a dreamland. Ethan placed a kiss to the top of your head and shut his eyes. The word jealous left a bitter taste on his tongue. You deserved more than to be jealous, he thought. The words tumbled out of his mouth like they couldn’t stand to be unheard a moment longer.
“Why don’t you experience it with me then?”
Your eyes opened so fast it hurt. When you looked at him with confusion he shrugged his shoulder.
“I don’t mean now,” he shook his head. “But maybe when you’re done with school you could move in with me.”
You searched his eyes, looking for some sort of hint that maybe he was only joking around, but you were met with nothing. Nothing but love and kindness and the sweet reflection of the sunset to melt his caramel orbs.
“Seriously?”
He let out an airy laugh. “Yeah, seriously. If that’s something you want.”
You imagined a life where you could share a bed with him every night, his cold toes tickling your warm ones and days spent fighting over the remote or yelling at him for leaving the toilet seat up. You imagined grocery shopping with him, and furniture shopping even though his taste in decor was unnerving. You imagined waking up to him every morning to breakfast in bed and wasting the day away snuggling and kissing and massaging each other's backs. Most of all, you imagined a life where you wouldn’t have to say goodbye.
Tears pooled in your eyes before you could fight them off. “I’d want nothing more.”
His heart skipped a beat and he was quick to pull you in for a kiss. You each smiled into it, overjoyed by what could be in the future. As the ferris wheel dipped down to go around again, Ethan sighed, trailing his hand further up your leg and pulled it so it rested on top of him.
He kissed you with so much lust and aggression and passion, it was dizzying, but the last thing you wanted to do was pull away. You’d been waiting for his touch, his lips, for far too long.
You moaned when his hand moved under you shirt, his fingertips coaxing goosebumps in their wake. “Shit,” you breathed, pulling his hair.
He wanted to pull you closer, to mount you on top of him and feel you right where he needed you, but the seatbelts made that close to impossible. He also didn’t want to risk any pictures being taken of you in such a vulnerable position with him. If there’s one thing he’s learned since moving to California, was that there was always lingering eyes.
You wanted to groan when he pulled away from you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Not here.”
Adjusting your shirt you sat back and pulled your leg off him. Again, you knew he was right and you were happy one of you had a level head about this. But that didn’t make it any less sexually frustrating. Next to you, Ethan felt the same way, wondering how he was going to get off the ride while concealing his hard on.
Ethan pulled his phone from his back pocket and you watched him check the time. “If we leave now, we’ll have two hours before we need to be back here to meet Cam and Grayson.”
You picked up what he was throwing down.
“Let’s go,” you said. He laughed as you eagerly took his hand, stumbling off the ferris wheel when it came to a stop.
Ethan normally considered himself a great driver, he was at ease, relaxed, attentive. It came naturally until you were seated in the passenger seat, reapplying your lipstick in the pull down mirror. Mindlessly he skated his hand to your lap, giving your thigh a squeeze and caressing your skin with his thumb. Anxious to get to the apartment, he ignored the honks he received for switching into the turning lane too short notice and without signal.
After pulling into the parking lot, he unbuckled his seatbelt and helped you out of the car. You kept pace behind him as he trudged through the lobby before taking the elevator up to the third floor. Your breath caught in your throat when he stole a pinch to your butt, not expecting it while sharing the elevator with a mom and her two kids.
Ethan started running down the hall and you laughed, taking off after him. When he stopped short in front of the door, you leaped onto his back, placing kisses at the speed of light to his neck and under his ear. A place that drove him wild.
“So impatient,” he chuckled, turning the key and opening the door, carrying you. Immediately, you were being tossed on the bed, legs being pried open so Ethan could slip himself on top of you, enveloping you in an open mouthed kiss.
Kissing him was your biggest indulgence. No matter how long you did it -whether it was a Sunday snuggled up in bed, or after school on a Tuesday, or in an airport while you hugged goodbye, or even at lunch at a Taco Bell -it was never enough. Kissing him was always a new experience and it would never get old. His hands touched you in new places and his lips never lingered in one spot for long, eager to explore every part of you.
While he bit down on your lip, causing you to whimper, he was painfully aware of all the barriers separating you both. Your choice of outfit left little to the imagination, but he needed you out of it as soon as possible. This left him sighing as he moved his fingers to your jean shorts, fumbling with the zipper.
“Who’s impatient now?” You grinned, shifting your hips to help him slide the material past your knees. He tossed them to the ground and you took it as your opportunity to relieve him of that boring black t-shirt, one you couldn’t comprehend he’d chosen for Coachella of all places.
Your eyes met with slow smiles as you sat up, allowing him to do the same to you. He sucked in a breath at seeing you topless, every time was like the first time. Before his eyes could linger long, you were hastily tugging at his shorts, a clearly defined bulge more than visible.
Ethan pulled away to gasp as your hand slipped under the band of his boxer briefs. Wrapping your fingers around his length, you stroked him in long, slow motions that you knew would drive him crazy.
“Fuck,” he growled, tightening his arms to better hold himself up above you before dropping his forehead to meet yours. Flashing your eyes to his, you held his stare while you worked him. He shut his eyes when you grazed your thumb across the tip.
You used to get nervous that you’d do something to Ethan that he wouldn’t like, sometimes you were even nervous just to talk to him. Every once in awhile, you’d wished you could relive those moments. But now, it was just as exciting because you knew what he liked. You knew if you sucked under his ear long enough his breathing would go ragged and you knew that he loved when you spoke his name as you came undone.
You’d learned that pretty much anything was fair game, he was just happy to be with you. With that in mind, you urged him to lay on his back so you could crawl on top of his. He smirked, wetting his lips before running his bottom lip through his teeth. Drumming his fingers down your sides, a giggle escaped you as he tucked his hands into your underwear. “These are my favorite. How’d you know?”
“I pay attention,” you told him, placing your hands on his chest.
“What else do you pay attention too?” He was smirking now.
“Lots of things,” you mused, rocking into his pelvis, nothing but thin lace separating you from him. “You have this laugh that you do when you know you’ve said something ridiculous and sometimes when you think nobody’s listening, you rap into a spatula when you’re doing the dishes or cooking dinner. When we go on walks, you always stand on the side by the curb so that I won’t get hit by a car.” You stopped to let out a laugh. “As if you could stop a car from hitting me.”
“Hey-”
“Your favorite spot to be kissed is right here,” you bent over, kissing him slowly behind his ear. “And you really like it when I do this,” you said, lifting your hips and quickly pushing yourself back over him. He groaned and bit his lip. “But not too hard.”
At some point during your speech, he’d removed his hands from your bum. Now free, he tucked his thumb against you, rubbing your clit in tortuous circular motions as you swallowed your breath.
“I know you like when I do this,” he said, his voice dangerously low. You could only offer a nod in response, body warm and wet and ready for him. Your toes curled in anticipation.
Your breathing picked up and Ethan finally pulled your underwear to the side, pulling you closer to line up with your entrance. You captured him in a kiss as you allowed yourself to sink onto him with that slow, familiar stretch that left you both sighing. With your palms flat against his chest, you rolled your hips against him, deep and slow while the tingles of pleasure burned inside you. You found yourself picking up speed as Ethan’s nails dug into your skin, dizzy with want and need as everything you’d been anticipating bubbled up low in your belly.
Ethan’s hands were anywhere and everywhere, kneading them over your breasts, trailing them against your sides, rubbing them at your thighs and bum before he sat up, resting his weight on one arm as the other hooked around your waist to bring you closer. Faster, you continued to grind into him, pulling his hair through your fingers and resting your elbows on his shoulders. His lips were on your neck, nibbling down your chest before plucking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue until he drew out a moan that had been building inside of you.
“You’re close,” he whispered.
You nodded, but you knew it wasn’t a question, he knew your body like the back of his hand by now. Truthfully you could have exploded just from him telling you were close, because it always sent shivers down your spine how he knew you in way you didn’t think someone ever could. Finally, he lifted you off him just enough to flip you over. He needed to see you writhing beneath him, a glint in his eyes as you stared back at him.
You were barely settled before he sat back on his knees, yanking you forward so that your hips met again. As he guided himself back inside of you, you locked your legs around his waist feeling full and complete and right where you belonged. With a few more drawn out thrusts, he managed to send you both over the edge, your slurs and hisses and moans all tangled up and swallowed by his lips when he trapped you in a kiss. With your lips hot against each other, you both took steadying breaths before you came to a stop.
“God damn, I can’t wait to live with you,” Ethan expressed, slowly rolling out of you. “We can christen the whole place. I want to have you in every room.”
“For now,” you hummed, climbing back on top of him with uneven breaths. His hands squeezed your hips. “How about you keep taking me right here.”
So he did. Again and again until you were twenty minutes late to meeting up for Kendrick Lamar. Dancing and grinding into Ethan during the concert, his hands running over your hips and arms, he wasn’t sure how you were supposed to hop on a flight back home tomorrow. He also wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the courage to ask you the one thing that had been on his mind for weeks now -for you to move in with him -but he was sure glad he did. It wouldn’t be tomorrow, it wouldn’t be weeks from now, and it wouldn’t be months from now. But it would be someday.
As he watched you smile and dance and rap every verse to Backseat Freestyle, someday sounded pretty damn good with every passing second.
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