NSFW themesĀ āslightlyā discussed.Ā
From the prompt list here.Ā
13:Ā āI thought you were deadā
44:Ā āI still remember the way you tasteā
Itās no secret that Ethan is a deep sleeper. A problem heās inhabited from a very young age. There were times where it annoyed you, mainly when he didnāt answer the phone. You two would bicker about his sleeping habits, the argument normally starting with you theoretically worrying about what would happen if there was an emergency and heād be far too deep in an unconscious slumber to either notice or respond. Then he would counter act by claiming, āBub, I wouldnāt exactly consider getting breakfast an emergency.ā Smirking because in that particular case, you had called him multiple times about what to eat that morning. Ethan is good at a lot of things, but he is exceptional at arguing, his stubbornness always giving him an edge ā much to your dismay.
Currently, you were lying next to him in his bed, reminiscing on all the times prior you attempted to wake him up. The light slowly peeking out from his blinds above you. You see, yes, his deep sleeping habit annoyed you, but 9 times out of 10 you loved nothing more than waking up to his sleeping figure. His lips slightly parted, chest bare, and hair slightly disheveled. Heād either be clutched to his pillow or your frame, always wanting to hold on to something. Despite the fact that you loved watching him sleep, you anxiously waited for him to wake up.Ā
Because you are impatient, you start poking him in the face, whispering his name repeatedly. āEthanā¦.Babeā¦Eā¦please wake up.ā This poking and prodding went on for a couple more minutes before your boyfriend finally started to wake. Scrunching his eyes and raising his hand to scratch his head, he groaned out in annoyance, āWhy are you poking me?ā before throwing the pillow he was once holding across the room and reaching over for your frame instead, nuzzling his head into your neck ā hoping that youāll let him go back to sleep.
āI thought you were deadā you sheepishly respond, knowing full and well that was not the case. Ethan knew it was bullshit as well as he raised his head from your neck to give you a look to match, āNice try bubā, before snuggling his head back on your chest and holding your waist. Your attempt to get him awake, not really proving to be all that successful - and to be honest, hearing him call you bub in his morning voice made you forget about waking him up in the first place.
āBabe, itās 10.ā You pouted, running your fingers through his recently cut hair and rubbing your hand along the expanse of his broad back. āAnd?ā he responded; his voice muffled in his t-shirt ā currently adorned on your body below him. āArenāt you hungry?ā you questioned, hoping the mention of food would spur your boy to starting the day.
āHāmmm not really.ā He mumbled, āI still remember the way you taste from last nightā Ethan smirks, reaching down your figure to squeeze your left thigh, giving it a small slap before returning back to its place on your waist. Rolling your eyes, you throw your head back on the pillow in exasperation.
Noticing your response, Ethan slowly lifts himself up, resting his left forearm by your head so he could get a better look at your face. āWhy arenāt you more tired? Youāre like a fucking energizer bunnyā Ethan chuckles, lifting his t-shirt from your stomach, lightly brushing his fingers over your smooth skin.
His movements momentarily distract you from his question and gaze. His voice bringing you back to attention, āHuh bub?ā
āI just want to spend as much time with you as possibleā you reply, brushing the back of your hand against the scruff on his face, immediately remembering the way it felt against the skin between your thighs the night prior.
āWellā¦ā Ethan yawns, stretching his body back down from resting above you, pulling your body on top of his own. āWhat would you like to do baby girl?ā
Leaning up from his chest with both legs straddling his waist, you run your hands up and down his chest. āWe should start with a showerā.
āAre you trying to tell me that I stink?ā Ethan gasps, his voice still thick with sleep.
āMe? No, I would neverā you chuckle, tapping his chest with your knuckles.
āWell, if weāre taking a shower ā ā Moving to pull his shirt off your torso, āyou wonāt really need this, now will you bub?ā Signaling for you to lift your arms in the air, Ethan pulls the oversized t-shirt off your frame and tosses it beside your bodies on the bed, landing on the dark, soft sheets.Ā
Now, only adorned in your underwear, Ethan lifts up from the bed and pulls you closer to his chest by pushing your bare back towards him, placing a slow kiss on your lips.
Before you really get into the kiss, Ethan pulls away and lifts both of your bodies out of bed ā causing you to squeal in surprise. āLetās go get you cleanā He retorts, squeezing your ass simultaneously.
āThen we can get food?ā You question, wrapping your hands securely around the nape of his neck, smiling at your goof of a boyfriend.
āWhatever you want bubā Walking into his adjacent bathroom, placing you on the counter of his sink so he could turn the shower head on.
āEthanā you interrupt, causing his concentrated figure to turn around.Ā
āI love youā smiling like an idiot, you hold you hands out from your chest, signaling for him to take his place back in between your legs.
āI love you too, you goof ā even if you do wake me up too earlyāĀ
Ok, this is my first Ethan Dolan blurb. I really enjoy writing and would like to do some more concepts with the prompt list linked at the top of this post. Feedback is very much appreciated. Also, please tag anyone you think would like! xx
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