Selfie ♡ E.D.
A/N: hi! so this is my first time writing in, literally, forever. this is also my first time writing smut, as well as my first time writing anything about either one of the twins, so hopefully it isn’t too awful. i got this idea from a concept that was sent in to @aphroditedolan (who is one of my all time favorite writers btw, go check her out if you haven’t already). anyways, i really hope you all enjoy, please feel free to send me some feedback (whether it be positive or constructive criticism, either is fine)! 😊
Summary: In which Ethan and Y/N are best friends, but that quickly spirals into more when Y/N sends him a risqué selfie one lonely morning.
Warnings: language, one brief mention of cheating, smut, unprotected sex, bit of fluff at the end
Word count: ~5.3k
Ethan and Y/N had been best friends for what had seemed like their entire lives, but in reality was only around 4 years. They had bumped into each other, quite literally, when they were both in a rush one day to grab their coffees and get to their respective destinations. Ethan had been rushing out of the coffee shop and Y/N had been rushing in, causing them to collide in the middle. This had resulted in Ethan’s coffee being poured all down the front of Y/N’s brand new shirt, and to top it off, all of the papers she had been holding in her arms for her very important meeting at work were now scattered all over the floor — and covered in coffee.
After standing there, frozen, with his jaw completely slack, Ethan finally got his shit together and bent down to help Y/N pick up her now coffee-soaked documents, struggling to find the right words to express how sorry he was (but trying his damndest anyways) the entire time. She had laughed him off with a wave of her hand, telling him she should have been watching where was going, and he had felt his shoulders sag with relief that she wasn’t going to completely flip out on him. Still, he felt horrible, so he had offered to buy her a coffee as an apology, which she gratefully accepted, because, hey — times were rough, and Starbucks was definitely not the cheapest place in the world.
After that, they had a few more run-ins at that very same coffee shop (though, thankfully, not quite as physical), and they quickly decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. The rest, as they say, is history.
Turns out, Ethan had been exactly what Y/N needed in her life at that time. She was going through some rough patches, in more ways than one. She was struggling financially, she hated her job where she was over worked and under payed, and she had just found out that her scumbag of a boyfriend, who she had been with for six years, had been cheating on her for the past two. Needless to say, Y/N needed some form of joy in her life — and that’s exactly what Ethan provided.
Ethan made her so happy and helped her in more ways than she could even begin to thank him for. He helped her find a new job (one with less sleepless nights and a higher pay), he helped her find a new apartment that was pretty similar to the one she already lived in, only it put less of a strain on her monthly finances, and he helped boost her confidence levels through the roof (which, once upon a time, was easily her biggest mental struggle).
Even now, four years after the beginning of their friendship, Ethan still managed to make her feel good about herself every. single. day. Every morning, Y/N would wake up to a text along the lines of, “Good morning gorgeous, hope you have a great day today. Be sure to send me your OOTD later 😚.”
It had become a daily tradition between the two. If the text wasn’t there when she woke up, he would inevitably text her at some point throughout the day requesting his daily selfie. He would ask to see what she was wearing for the day, even if she was staying in that day and was just lounging around in sweats and one of his hoodies, and he would hype her up to the max. Some of his typical responses would include, “WOW what a goddess 🤤,” “how are you so beautiful honestly,” and “that’s MY best friend 😍.”
That last one actually managed to kill her a little bit inside every time he said it, if she was being perfectly honest. She always thought that if they had met at a different point in her life that maybe, just maybe, they could’ve wound up as more than friends. They had just clicked right from the start, and their bond had only grown more and more as time went on. Unfortunately, since she was suffering from the worst break-up of her life when she met him, she hadn’t even entertained the thought of them as a couple at the time. He had hinted at the potential of something more quite a few times at the beginning of their friendship, but she was always quick to politely laugh it off and make some sort of comment that put him right back into the friend zone. She had felt bad, but she didn’t want him to be her rebound — she thought way too highly of him and valued his friendship way too much to risk losing him.
Now, though, she sometimes found herself staring at him a little too long with a grin on her face that was maybe a little too big when he would smile at her or let loose one of his famous laughs that were ridiculously contagious. She sometimes had to remind herself when they were cuddling and she had her face tucked into his neck that she couldn’t just pepper it with kisses and mark him as hers. She sometimes had to stop herself from watching his mouth when he talked while fantasizing about the way his lips would feel in between her thighs.
Anytime she found herself daydreaming like that, she would quickly distance herself from him by at least a little bit in some way (whether it be by simply looking away, or by making up an excuse to go to the bathroom). She had to remind herself that this was her best friend, and she couldn’t think about him that way. And besides, she had shut him down so many time in the beginning that there was no way he could still be interested in her. She had made it perfectly clear that they were just friends; so that was on her.
She couldn’t help but let herself wonder, though, during the times when they would jokingly flirt back and forth. She would find herself wrapped up in the moment, full-flirting mode on, when Grayson would interrupt the two of them with a roll of his eyes by saying something along the lines of, “god, would you two just get a fucking room already,” to which Y/N would blush furiously, and Ethan would glare at him for embarrassing her and promptly tell Grayson to “fuck off, bro.” Still, even after their (innocent) flirting, Y/N would have to come back down to earth, filled with disappointment, and remind herself that they were, unfortunately, only joking, and that they were just friends. Just friends.
Ethan, on the other hand, was always left feeling on top of the world after one of their flirty moments. He loved the way her eyes twinkled as she complimented him, loved the way she would get the smallest little smirk on her face when she made a suggestive comment, loved the way she would grin and wink at him after he made some sexual innuendo. He loved it, because he had been wanting to make her his for four years now, but she had always made it clear that she only had friendly feelings towards him. So he relished in those moments; those times when he could let his attraction towards her be known in full force and to have it feel like she felt the same. The only downside, though, was that he knew she thought they were only playing around; even if he wanted nothing more than to just rip her clothes off.
He had started their daily “send me an ootd selfie” tradition shortly after they had met, and even though his intentions were (mainly) to try to help her gain confidence, they weren’t all that innocent. He loved the days when she was relaxing at home and would send him a full-body picture of her only wearing one of his hoodies that fell high enough on her thighs to show off just enough of her long, creamy legs to have him drooling, but low enough to always have him wishing the hoodie was just a little bit shorter. He loved the days she sent him a selfie before working out in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of skin tight leggings. And he really loved the days during the summer when she would send him a selfie of her out by the pool in nothing but a tiny little bikini that had him having to find the nearest cold shower to jump in to.
Now, as Ethan sat at one of the god-awful, torturously boring meetings that he and his brother were forced to attend, his line of thought quickly made him remember that he hadn’t asked Y/N for his selfie of her yet today. He discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent her a quick text while hiding his phone under the table as best he could. “Hey pretty girl, don’t forget to send me a pic of your outfit for today. I’m bored af at this meeting and could use something pretty to look at 😩.”
He sat there for a few seconds and waited for her response, but when she didn’t text back right away, he slid his phone back into his pocket with a disappointed sigh and half-heartedly tried to listen to what those around him were droning on about.
Back home, Y/N dropped the package she had just received to the floor with a frustrated huff. Before having to get up to answer the door she had been trying everything to get off. She had tried to use a few different toys she had tucked away in the back of her nightstand, she had tried watching porn, she had even gotten to the point where she was so desperate to cum that she had allowed her mind to wander to a place she normally never allowed it to go when she was trying to get off — to Ethan. Thoughts of him had gotten her right to the edge, but right when she was almost at her peak, the fucking Amazon delivery guy had knocked on her door and she had had to halt her activities to go sign for her package.
She childishly stomped her way back into her bedroom, extremely frustrated knowing that her mood was dead and she wouldn’t be getting herself off today. She picked up her phone after tossing herself back into bed and noticed that Ethan had texted her what time she was dealing with the delivery guy. She still had those filthy thoughts of him lingering in the back of her mind, so after a moments hesitation, she dropped her phone back onto her bed and got up to find what she wanted to put on before taking her daily selfie for him.
Still at his meeting, Ethan mindlessly glanced at his phone again for probably the tenth time since he had texted Y/N, still impatiently waiting for her to respond. He knew that she had to be awake by now — she never allowed herself to sleep past ten — so why hadn’t she texted him back? He checked his phone three more times in the next ten minutes, still awaiting her reply. He was growing more and more impatient with each passing minute, actually starting to even get a little worried, when he finally felt his phone buzz against his leg. He unlocked his phone and clicked his Messages app, and he was immediately sent into an awful coughing fit after literally choking on his own saliva.
At her house, Y/N anxiously chewed on her thumbnail as she stared at her phone, wondering what the fuck she had just done. It was stupid, and impulsive, and fuck was she still horny, but she definitely should not have done that.
She had went to the mall with one of her friends the day before for a much needed girls day out. They worked at the same place and work had been stressful for both of them as of late, but thankfully, the big project they were stressing over finishing together was finally done, and their boss had given them the weekend off as a reward. They had taken advantage of the day, utilizing the time to go to all of their favorite stores to update their wardrobes, dropping in at the salon to have their hair trimmed, and then stopping by the spa for waxes, mani-pedis, and massages. After they were finished at the spa, Y/N’s friend dragged her back into the depths of the mall because she had been feeling frisky after getting waxed clean and wanted to go pick up a new lingerie set to show off to her boyfriend for when she got home. Y/N had rolled her eyes (with a smile on her face, of course) but had followed her friend into their favorite lingerie store.
Once they were in there, Y/N’s friend would not stop insisting that she treat herself to a new set as well. “C’mon, Y/N,” she had said. “How long has it been since you got laid, anyways? Buy something sexy, find you a man honey! You deserve it after the past few weeks we’ve had a work.” Y/N had shook her head as they laughed together, and decided, hey, maybe her friend was right. It had been a rough few weeks at work, and she never bought herself anything sexy anymore because she felt like she didn’t have anyone to show it off to.
She had bought a sexy, satin red bustier and matching thong set. The bodice of the bustier was mainly see through mesh, with see through lace on the sides. The top had lacy push-up style cups complimented by a little red satin bow that sat in between them along with straps that dangled from the bottom of the bustier that were available to clip to garters (but she simply allowed them to dangle tantalizingly down the tops of her thighs). The thong was a little simpler, consisting of red satin with a little bit of red lace lining the top, and a little red bow that matched the one on the bustier in the center.
Y/N couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to actually slip into that very same lingerie set before snapping a few pictures of herself and choosing the best one to send to Ethan. Now that her sex-hazed mind was starting to simmer down, she couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to send him such a risqué picture. Sure, she had sent him plenty of bikini pictures in the past, so he was no stranger to her body; but a picture of her in that lingerie, combined with her “fuck me” eyes and the slight smirk she adorned, was not a picture she should have sent to her best friend.
She was freaking out. It had been fifteen minutes since she had sent the picture, and Ethan typically responded in less than five. To make it worse, he had his read receipts on, so she knew he had seen the picture and had read what she had sent with it. To be fair, she had only said, “hope this helps x😘,” but still... that picture. Why was he not responding?
Five minutes later, she heard the tell tale signs of her front door being unlocked (the only person with a key other than herself was Ethan), and she bolted from her bed in shock, letting out a small gasp and only realizing then that she hadn’t even changed out of the lingerie yet. She allowed a string of curses to slip from her mouth, but before she could so much as pick her phone up from the floor where she had dropped it in her shocked state, Ethan was already standing in front of her, jaw slack and eyes wide.
His eyes were slowly taking in her figure from the bottom up, savoring every last second. Finally, he met her eyes, and they just stared at one another for a few quick seconds in tense silence. “Um, hi,” she finally managed to whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, and then she let out a shocked squeak as he was rushing towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.
Once he got to where she was standing he raised his hands to either side of her face and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She immediately responded, placing one of her hands on his chest while wrapping the other around the back of his neck to play with his hair.
Their mouths collided in a heated embrace before Ethan swiped his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. She eagerly obliged, their tongues battling for dominance as he let his hands wonder down her body. His arms found their way around her back, grabbing onto her ass and jerking her closer to him. She let out a small moan once she felt their hips smash together, his hardness evident through his pants.
“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea what that picture done to me,” Ethan panted, pulling away to begin to trail kisses down her neck. She simply giggled in response as he kissed his way down to the place where her neck met her shoulder before sucking a bright red mark into her skin, causing her to let out a breathy moan as she tugged on his hair. He groaned at the sensation, sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs and tapping twice as an indicator for her to jump.
He carried her over to the bed, throwing her down onto it and watching her bounce a few times as he began to crawl over top of her.
He reattached his lips to he neck, this time trailing his kisses lower until he was kissing the swell of her breasts, Y/N’s breaths coming out in short, quick pants as she watched him. “As much as I love this,” he mumbled, pulling back to run his eyes over her top, “it needs to come off.”
He snaked his hands under her body to unclip her bustier as she arched her back off of the bed to help him. Once it was unbuttoned Y/N slipped her arms out of it, allowing Ethan to toss it carelessly to the floor. He sat back on his knees, eyes roaming over her torso as he admired her body, biting his lip. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, leaning back down to attach his lips to hers.
One of his hands began to play with her nipple, pinching and pulling and rubbing it between his fingers, causing her to arch into him with a moan, thrusting her hips up towards his for some kind of friction. He rutted down into her when he felt her hips seeking his, both of them letting out loud moans at the contact. Ethan pulled away from her mouth, panting.
“I mean, what were you even thinking, sending me that, anyways, hmm? You were just asking to be fucked, weren’t you, pretty girl?” He questioned. His words sent a pulse straight through her core, Y/N nodding along eagerly in agreement. “Want you so bad, E,” she panted, desperately wanting him to touch her.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe she had just said that. He felt his dick throb in his pants and he quickly tossed his own shirt off of his body in an attempt to rid himself of some of his own clothes. He was definitely eager before, but after hearing what she had said he just couldn’t wait anymore. He kissed his way down the center of her torso, down between her breasts and past her belly button, before glancing up to lock his eyes with hers when he reached the hem of her thong, silently asking for permission. She eagerly nodded her head, desperately wanting him to do something, anything, to relieve the throb between her legs.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling them down her legs before tossing the material somewhere on the floor with their other items of clothing. He kissed his way up her inner thighs as he pushed them farther apart to allow space for him to climb in between them. He finally reached his destination, his head tucked prettily in between her legs, before licking a single, long stripe from her entrance up to her clit, where he teasingly flicked his tongue a few times. Y/N released a loud moan, the sound going straight to Ethan’s dick, while arching her back high off of the bed.
Ethan hooked his arms around her thighs and pressed down on her hips to keep her on the bed, eagerly flicking his tongue against her clit once again once he got her to hold still. She was clawing at the sheets at the sensation of his tongue, feeling him circle it and flick it and lick her in ways she had never been licked. “Fuck, E, that’s so good. Please don’t stop,” she panted, thrusting her hips up to meet his tongue. He hummed against her pussy, the vibrations pushing her even further towards the edge as she laced her fingers in his hair.
She was a moaning mess, climbing higher and higher towards her peak, when she felt Ethan insert two of his fingers into her center as he continued to lick at her clit. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he began to pump his fingers in and out, feeling her release rapidly approaching. Ethan curled his fingers forward in a ‘come hither’ motion, the action sending her over the edge, causing her to release a string of curses along with his name. “Oh shit, ohhh fuck, I’m — Ethan!” She screamed, releasing all over his tongue. He hummed against her once again, eagerly licking up all of her juices until she began to come down from her high.
“Fuck, that was good,” she panted, a lazy smile on her face. “Yeah? Well I’m not done with you yet, baby,” Ethan smirked, crawling back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself, causing her to let out a little moan. She trailed her hands down his chest, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly scrape against his muscles, causing him to shiver and groan into her mouth.
She pulled back from the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, leaving random, tiny little love bites in her wake, before reaching his collar bone where she sucked a very prominent purple mark in his skin. He groaned, throwing his head to the side in pleasure, allowing her more room to do what she pleased. She suddenly flipped them over, Ethan grunting in surprise, before looking up at her with a smirk. “Damn, baby... what’re you gonna do, hmm?” He questioned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Y/N felt her core tighten, loving the way he was talking to her.
“How about I just show you?” She purred, a sultry look in her eye as she began to trail kisses down his chest. He groaned lightly in response, swiping his tongue across his lips before dragging the bottom one in between his teeth as he watched her kiss down his body. Fuck, this was better than he could have ever even imagined.
She had finally made her way down to his pants, fumbling with his belt for a second before finally getting it undone and then unbuttoning his pants. She worked his pants and underwear down his legs, allowing him to kick them off once they got to his feet. She made her way back up his body to where his cock was resting on his stomach, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum from the lack of attention.
She began kissing his inner thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls, causing his breathing to pick up as he fisted the sheets while staring down at her. She finally reached his balls but moved on up his body past them, careful not to touch him yet. She teasingly licked from his hip bone up to where his cock lay just below his belly button, allowing her warm breath to fan over his length, before doing the same thing in reverse on the other side. She sucked a mark into his hip bone when her tongue got there, causing him to thrust into the air, dying for some sort of contact.
“Y/N, please,” Ethan begged, “please don’t tease, I can’t take it.”
Y/N glanced up to meet his eyes, seeing the desperate look on his face that had her dripping down her thighs once again, before licking a long stripe from his balls to his tip, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. She traced his tip with her tongue before (finally) wrapping her lips around him, causing him to throw his head back and let out a loud, drawn out groan, thankful for some relief.
She began to bob her head, swirling her tongue around as she sucked him off, her right hand carefully rolling his balls around to provide extra stimulation. Ethan was in heaven, trying his best to watch her while she worked her magic but failing because it just felt so fucking good and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and throw his head back onto the bed.
She released his cock with a pop, moving down to gently suck his balls into her mouth one at a time, causing him to let out a string of curses. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop,” He panted, reaching down to pull her up his body to meet his lips. “I don’t want to cum without being inside of you first.” He told her, flipping them back over so she was on her back under him. His words, once again, had her core clenching, and she eagerly pulled him down to smash their lips together once more.
Ethan pulled away, reaching down to grab his cock and running it between her folds to get himself nice and wet (not that he really needed to given how she had just soaked his cock with her mouth) before pausing to glance up to meet her eyes. “This okay?” He asked, patiently waiting for her to respond.
“Ethan, please just fuck me already,” she moaned, and that was all the incentive he needed before he began to ease his way inside of her. They both let out moans once he pushed the head of his cock in, Ethan pausing for a moment to drop his head into the nape of Y/N’s neck while he took a few deep breaths. “Holy fuck you’re tight,” he breathed, kissing her neck briefly before raising himself back up onto his hands.
He eased himself the rest of the way inside of her, pausing every now and then because he knew it had been a while for her and she would need to adjust, but also because she was tight as fuck and he didn’t want to shoot his load before they could even get started.
Once he had bottomed out he paused one last time, allowing her to get used to the stretch while he reveled in the feeling of being inside of her. He began to move after a moment, his thrusts slow at first before he began to pick up the pace. Y/N arched her back and let out a moan, loving the way he was stretching her out.
“You like that?” Ethan asked, picking up the pace even more. All she could do was moan in response, thrusting her hips up to meet his every time he slammed back inside of her. She soon felt the coil deep in her belly, signaling she was beginning to climb towards her second orgasm.
Ethan could tell she was getting close when her moans began to rise in pitch and volume, so he abruptly pulled out, causing her to whine at the loss of contact. “On your knees,” he demanded, causing her core to clench before she obediently flipped over on her stomach. She stuck her ass up in the air with her head resting on the bed, arching her back to allow him better access. She turned her head to look back at him after a moment when she began to grow impatient, letting out another whine. “Ethan, please,” she begged, wiggling her ass at him in an attempt to get him to hurry.
Ethan could’ve came just looking at her like that. Laying there all wet and ready for him, face down, ass up, begging for his cock. He moved forward, rubbing his cock between her folds once again, before quickly thrusting inside of her this time. She let out a loud moan at his sudden entrance, shivering as he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace.
She felt that coil come back, quicker this time given how fast he was moving and how deep this new position allowed him to go. “Fuuuuuck E, please don’t stop, so fucking big, feels so good,” Y/N moaned, feeling like she was on the verge of tears from all of the pleasure. Ethan leaned forward, leaning over her back so his mouth was near her ear. “You like that, baby? You like when I pound into this pretty little pussy of yours? Who’s making you feel this good?” He growled, continuing to fuck into her with all he had.
“YOU, Ethan, only you,” Y/N screamed, beginning to thrust her ass back to meet his hips. “That’s right, baby,” He groaned with a smack to her ass, causing her to let out a moan that was louder than any of the others. Ethan immediately picked up on this, smacking her ass again as he began to move impossibly faster.
Y/N reached down to rub her clit, feeling the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter as Ethan continued to pound into her.
“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, feeling Ethan’s cock twitch inside of her. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he breathed back, immediately feeling her core tighten even further around his cock, sending him even closer to his own release. He fucked her through her orgasm, waiting until she was finished before he pulled out and jerked on his dick twice, releasing onto her back. She collapsed down onto her stomach while Ethan made his way into her bathroom, wetting a wash cloth with warm water so he could clean her up.
He wiped his cum off of her back before laying down beside of her, both of them still panting, trying to catch their breath. When Y/N’s breathing had finally returned back to normal, she let out a little giggle, causing Ethan to open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he had closed in the first place so that he could look at her. “What?” He questioned, a smile beginning to creep its way onto his face.
“Looks like I’m going to have to text my friend and thank her for making me buy that lingerie,” she said, causing them both to start laughing. Ethan scooted even closer to her, wrapping his arms around her so he could pull her into his body.
“Tell her thank you from me, too,” he added, both of them still giggling as he kissed her temple and closed his eyes, a dopey smile on his face. He was so beyond in love with this girl, and there was no way he was letting her get away now that he had finally gotten her.
