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Michael B. Jordan
Current series: The Girls' Trip.** (Full masterlist.)
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v
Plot: After a violent fight with your jealous boyfriend, you escapes in the middle of the night—tear-streaked, trembling, and desperate for safety. The only place you can think to go? Your best friend Ethan’s apartment. He’s always been your rock, the one who truly sees you. But when you show up at his door, raw and vulnerable, something shifts between you both. The way he holds you, the fire in his eyes when he says you deserves better… it awakens something you didn’t know was there. And when emotions spill over into a kiss, then more, neither of you can stop what comes next. Maybe this was inevitable. Maybe he was the one you should’ve been with all along
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Love You Better
Friday night you found yourself in a heated argument with your boyfriend, Jay. He was in a rage because he caught you hanging out with your best friend, Ethan. You and Ethan had been friends before you met Jay and told him that you guys were strictly friends.
Even though you begged and pleaded with Jay to understand that you and Ethan are just friends, he was caught in his jealous rage. His anger started to consume him and he started throwing stuff across your apartment and at you.
You hated how insecure Jay was when it came to you and Ethan but you still loved him, but not enough to endure the abuse. In the midst of Jay's tantrum you mange to gather some of your belongings and run out the door.
Jay attempts to follow you but you are able to make it into your car and drive away. After a 30 minute teary eyed drive you find yourself at the door of Ethan. You knock on his door a few times before he answer.
It was 3 in the morning and a shirtless Ethan is greeted to you crying at his doorway. "Sorry E, I had to leave him it was getting crazy and I know I should've asked to come but I just needed to get away-". Your words get cut off as your tears choke you up and Ethan takes you in his arms and gives you the comfort you need without a word being said.
For the next hour you talk to Ethan about everything that has been happening. He is empathic to you and feels every emotion you've been feeling. The anger, the fear, the sadness, the betrayal. Ethan was so worked up he almost attempted to go and beat up Jay for you.
You calm him down and he comes back down to reality. You didn't know if it was because of your fight with Jay, but Ethan being so protective of you really did awake something within you that you couldn't quite explain it.
Ethan takes your hands and looks you in the eye. "You deserve someone better than that. You are amazing and you need someone who can love you right. If I was your boyfriend I would make sure to never hurt you."
You stare longing into Ethan's eyes after that sentence and you snap out of your trance and instantly you kiss him. You both pull back shocked at the action. "Y/N you're vulnerable right now I understand but I-"
"I want you, you've been the only man to love me right" you cut Ethan off rush into him to plant quick kisses on his lips. Ethan doesn't try to fight the kiss but leans into it with no questions asked. You didn't know why completely you were giving yourself to Ethan but in the moment you couldn't think to care.
You plant smooth and silky kisses along Ethan's collarbone working your way down to his chest. Your hand traces along his throat as you massages his throat. You make your way back to his lips as and his hands take control as he lifts you up from the couch and carries you to his bedroom.
Your lips still locking together while you were on a high. Once you guys made it to the bedroom he gently lays you down on the bed still struggling to unlock lips due to the pleasure it brung you. Ethan lifts himself up from you and begin slowly unbuckling your pants as you quickly take off your shirt and bra.
He pulls down your pants with your panties slowly as his eyes never leaves yours. Before you knew it your pants were off a naked and venerable in front of your best friend. Ethan admires the beauty of your folds by slightly grazing his hand over your folds.
Slowly Ethan sticks his finger in his mouth and makes a way for your entrance. Slowly he stick his right middle finger in you and your body's reaction is a slight jolt. "I got you baby". Ethan's calming words made the experience and the action feel ten times better instantly.
Ethan slowly watches his hand go in and out of you, getting harder by the minute. Every action he takes against you is met with heavy moans and he plays with your flesh. In a trance you didn't realize Ethan had made his way down to his knees facing your entrance.
When you notice, he dives in head first into your flesh. You a clear pleasurable moan escapes your mouth. You feel Ethan smiling as he notices your reaction from him. The wetness of his tongue collides with your folds slipping into your inner being.
He plunges in deeper, it was like he was hitting every nerve in your lower body. Him eating you out made your lips quiver like a dog begging for a treat. He treats your pussy like a present, carefully unwrapping it with care. The kisses that he gives it sends an electric shock down your spine.
Your hands grip his buzz cut as you push him down further into you. "Yes. yes. yes. Right there. Please daddy." Your body moves up and down as you the slushing sound and feeling of your flesh and his tongue collide together.
Ethan becomes more dominate and takes your hand off of his head and holds them down by your side as he munches on you unable to escape. The only sounds that are audible were him munching on your flesh.
"You taste so good baby" Ethan says as he eats you out. "You like it baby?" Ethan use of the word baby drives you to the brink of insanity and it reminded you of how didn't you haven't been called that in a while since Jay didn't show you any type of affection within the pass few months.
You respond with a breathy "yes" and shove your pussy deeper into his face. Suffocating from your wetness Ethan pulls his face from you. Soaked from water he instantly reaching your his pants and unties his knot.
He pulls down his pants and you were met with a length 7 inch dick, the perfect length for you. The tip was a nice shinny pink and the shaft a fluorescent beige. With one vein seemingly sticking out. His member was skinny but looked just enough to do you right.
Ethan gets closer to you and spits on his member and rubs his saliva on it for some more lube. Ethan begins to slowly put the tip inside you and you crack a smirk at him as you prepare for what’s to come. In an swift motion Ethan inserts himself inside you, letting out a breathy gasp as his member expands your inner walls.
Ethan cups your face in his hand and kisses you slowly taking you through the process. "Just take it baby. Breathe for daddy" His whisper tone while looking at you directly in your eyes. You follow his instructions and he seemingly began to pleasure you even more, without him thrusting in you yet.
Ethan relaxes you and begins to thrust slowly into you. You watch as his hips sway into you and his dick slowly hitting your golden spot. His dick goes in and out of you. Your wetness glistens on his member like a lollipop. You and Ethan let out syncronated moans as he plunges deeper into you.
After a few minutes of thrusting Ethan continues to do it as he leans down and takes your left breast into his mouth sucking on it like a baby. His tongue swirls around your nipples as it hardens and he milks you dry.
The combination of him milking your breast and rearranging your guts drove you into ecstasy. You let out a soft "fuck me" in Ethan's ear and Ethan locks in.
Ethan holds you lets together as he rapidly thrust into you over and over again. For 5 minutes straight he doesn't let up and let you take his strokes deep. All you could do was silently gasp with your eyes rolled back and you enjoyed him inside of you.
"Im gonna cum" Ethan says as a string of sweat drops down from his face. You look Ethan directly in the eye and say "cum in me. I want to have your babies". You didn't know what had gotten into you but in that moment you didn't care and meant every word.
Ethan explodes inside of you and collabs on you as you hug him. He came deep in you and you both laid there for the rest of the night. Thinking about how perfect you both were for each other and how this was the beginning of forever for you both.
A/N: heyy this is my first one shot on here and my first real post lowkey hahahah. this idea came to me in a dream so i figured i put it to the keyboard. if it doesn’t make sense or if it’s poorly written i apologize in advance but i will do my best (it’s been a minute since i’ve written smut). also the title is steve lacy inspired bc i love that man. i appreciate all feedback so lmk if you guys like this or not.
“Do we have everything? I would hate to make another trip.” Grayson asked before grabbing the keys off of the counter. Today was Friday and your boyfriend, you & Ethan drove up north for the weekend. Every year in Geneva, the city where you guys are staying, the city has its annual celebration where the community gets together for food, drinks, games, and live music. You’re not from the community but Grayson’s cousin has a beach house that they let you guys stay at. You couldn’t miss out on an opportunity like that so you guys agreed to go.
"Yeah, I have everything. E?” you hummed, applying a little bit more lipgloss and then placing it in your purse.
“Yeah yeah I’m ready. Can we go now, I’m literally sweating my boobs off.” Ethan complains, wiping the invisible sweat from his forehead.
Most of your friends frowned upon the fact that you were going on a trip with your boyfriend AND his brother. It’s not abnormal that you guys hang out because Ethan is the one who introduced you to Grayson. You guys clicked immediately and the rest was history. The twins are very attractive, there’s no denying that, but I guess they think that Grayson can’t be the only one you’re fucking.
“We were literally waiting on you but okay,” Grayson mumbles at his older brother while the other twin just rolls his eyes. We began making our way out the door & start heading to the beach. By the time we got there, the parade has just begun. Huge & colorful floats swept through the roads and we could hear the band following behind them.
“Man I miss being in the band.” You say, reminiscing about your high school band career. It was the best four years of your life. High school sucked, but being in the band made it a little bearable.
“You could still join in college, Y/N. You were amazing at trumpet.” Ethan smiles, putting his hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t know, E. High school band & college band are two completely different things. Plus my chops are probably dead by now.” You shrug and Ethan sends you a frown. He was always so supportive of everything you’ve done. Whether it was school or sports or even when it came to your next protective hairstyle. He was always by your side cheering you on. You’ll always appreciate him for that.
“Whatever you say Y/N. When you get back to school, it won’t hurt to try. Either way, you’ll always have my support.” He smiled at you and you sent him one in return. While you and Ethan were chatting, you noticed Grayson standing off to the side on his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed and you saw that his jaw was clenching. Immediately you walked over to him to see what was up.
“Gray baby, you okay?” You ask, placing your hands on his soft biceps. Usually, when he’s mad, you always tell him that he can take his anger out on you so that’s exactly what you tell him.
“You know you can always use me, Gray. I don’t mind-“
“Stop Y/N just leave me alone alright?” He huffs and shrugs your hands off of him. You’re taken back because he was fine this morning so what the fuck happened? You have been a little needy lately and he rarely declines your advances. Of course, he can always decline, there’s nothing wrong with that. Now that you feel guilty & you silently walk back over to where Ethan is, trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. Grayson knows that he can always come to you when there’s something wrong, but maybe being sexual wasn’t the right approach.
For the rest of the day, it was just you and Ethan. Grayson wasn’t talking to either of you and if he did it was small phrases like “I don’t care” or “I don’t know”. It irritated you slightly because you guys didn’t drive up 4 hours just so your boyfriend can be a dick. As much as you enjoy Ethan’s company, you wanted to spend some time with Grayson as well. But from the looks of it, that’s not going to happen any time soon.
Suddenly you felt the urge to pee so you asked Grayson if he could walk with you to find a bathroom while Ethan watches the table we were seated at. “Gray, I have to pee, can you come with me please?” He looked up at you and just shook his head he didn’t even say a word.
“Y/N, I can just take you. I don’t know what his fucking deal is today.” Ethan hisses, extending his hand out to yours. It caught you by surprise, but you grabbed it anyway. Grayson noticed this as well but wasn’t that phased to say or do anything. What the fuck is up with him honestly?
You guys began walking, focusing on how big and soft Ethan’s hands were. You didn’t ask why you guys were holding hands but maybe it was for safety reasons? But then again hand holding isn’t really necessary.
“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asks, sending you a concerning look. Sometimes when you’re too caught up in your head, your facial expressions tend to show that. That’s probably what he noticed.
“Yeah just thinking about Gray. Do you think I did something?” You murmured, cringing at the sexual advances that you made earlier.
“No Y/N, of course not. He’s probably just in one of his moods, but that’s no excuse to treat you like that.” He stated, making you feel a little bit better.
“Yeah, maybe he’s just jealous of our friendship.” You snicker as Ethan nods in return. It was nothing, but a joke. If anything they’re closer than you and Ethan could ever be. So that’s not even possible.
Finally, after walking what felt like hours, you found a bathroom. You told Ethan you’ll be right out and he just nods. You pressed on the gray door, found the first clean stall, and did your business. As you were finishing up, you heard your phone vibrate. Taking it out of your purse, Grayson’s name appeared on the screen.
G: I want to apologize for my behavior. Some shit was going on with my friends, but I never meant to take it out on you. Please forgive me? 💚
You: I accept your apology, but you know you can always come to me. E and I are walking back now.
You lock your phone, wash your hands and make your way out to Ethan. You’re happy he apologized, but a part of you feels like there’s something else going on.
“You ready to go?” You ask, adjusting your purse that’s on your shoulder.
“Yeah, but since we’re alone I need to tell you something.” He trails, you don’t say anything but you continue to let him talk.
“You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. When I introduced you to my brother a year ago, I can’t help but feel as though I made a mistake. As bad as that sounds it’s true. You seem so happy with him, but I can’t help thinking you’ll be happier with me. I mean come on Y/N, he’s been ignoring you all day and he couldn’t even walk with you to the fucking bathroom for God’s sake? What kind of boyfriend is that? He doesn’t even know how lucky he is to have a beautiful girl like you…” Ethan announces, but you are just at a loss for words. Why is he saying all of this now? He’s never shown interest in you not even in the slightest. You take all of his words into account, but you remember that Grayson already apologized for his behavior. Yet actions do speak louder than words.
“Ethan I uh- don’t even know what to say. H-how come you’re telling me this now?” You stutter, looking back up at him.
“Believe me, I’ve tried to get these thoughts out of my head for months. I’ve been on so many dates with girls, but at the end of the night, you’re the only one on my mind. I just figured it’d be now or never.” He explains, stepping a little bit closer to you.
“I know you feel the same way. Don’t act like you didn’t see me catch a peek of that body this morning, Y/N. Next time when you’re putting on this lime green bikini top,” Ethan smirks, running his fingers up and down the strings. “Make sure to close the door all the way. Unless you purposely left it open for me. Either way, I’d love to see those pretty tits again.” Immediately you felt your cheeks get hot. How could he be saying all of this? You did notice him peaking this morning, but you figured if you didn’t say anything he wouldn’t notice. That failed.
At the same time, you were extremely needy and can’t even remember the last time Grayson touched you. It’ll just be one time and that’s it.
“We gotta make this quick and it can never happen again, do you understand? Luckily, he gave me the keys to the Bronco.” You smile, dangling the keys in front of his face.
“Perfect.” He smirks.
When you guys made it back to the truck he wasted no time. He sat in the backseat and pulled you so that you were sitting in his lap. He started kissing you softly and a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile in the kiss as his hands traveled down your back. He undid your bikini and started pepper kissing around your chest until he reached your tits.
“God they’re even more beautiful up close.” Ethan bubbled, taking both of your boobs in his hands and giving them a small squeeze. He placed the left one in his mouth while his hand massaged the other. His tongue danced around your nipple. His tongue felt amazing, Grayson couldn’t even compete. You started to grind slowly on Ethan and soon enough you felt his hard-on poking through.
“Feels so good, don’t stop E.” You managed to say between moans and he follows your commands. He takes one out making a slight “pop” noise with his mouth and continues to the other.
You know you shouldn’t be with him, but he’s doing such a good job. Something about doing stuff you’re not supposed to do is turning you on even so might as well let him know that.
“I need you now.” You lean to whisper in his ear, then you begin to remove your shorts. “Y/N are you sure? We can stop and just pretend this never happened-“ You cut him off. “Can you shut up and fuck me please?” You whine, moving around on his dick yet again.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” Ethan smirks crashing his lips into yours while you also pull his shorts and underwear down. You managed not to break the kiss as you pull your swimsuit bottoms to the side with one hand while the other grabs his members so that you can insert him. When you’ve finally matched it up, you let go and slide down.
“Holy fucking shit..” He grunts, trying to adjust himself to your tight pussy. You place your hands on his chest and began to slowly move up and down on his dick. You hate to admit it, but he was fucking huge. Ethan’s ego can sometimes get the best of him so you made sure to limit your praises.
He moved his hands from around your waist and placed them on your ass to give it a smack then a tight squeeze. You moaned and winced at his touch. “Yeah, you fucking like having that ass smacked?” Ethan asks looking at you with dark, lustful eyes.
You didn’t answer him until he placed his hand on your throat. This surely caught your attention. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He says once and you nod eagerly. “That’s a good girl, now keep riding me and don’t stop.” You start to pick up the pace, but quickly you start to get messy. Tears started to brim in your eyes, causing your mascara to run down your face.
“I can’t take it. You’re t-too b-big for me.” You stuttered, trying to figure out where to place your hands. “Slow it down for me baby. That’s right, Grayson doesn’t even know what to do with all this.” He groans, running his hands up and down your toned body. Ethan placed kisses in between your boobs again and then started fucking you hard from beneath.
“Fuck Ethan oh my god yes,” You moaned, feeling your stomach tie into multiple knots.
By now the car is filled with your moans and the sounds of your skin clapping together. The fog started to appear on the windows and by now Grayson was probably wondering where you guys were. You’re sure he’d never imagined this and neither did you.
“Look at how needy you are taking my dick. You’re so fucking bad, Y/N. Imagine what Grayson would think when he sees me fucking this shit outta his pretty girl huh? Does he fuck you like this, Y/N?” Ethan’s words are turning you on by the second and you feel yourself reaching your endpoint.
“Keep t-talking, Ethan. You’re doing so good.” You whimper, moving your body forward so that you’re placed on his chest and your ass is sticking out.
“You look so beautiful taking me. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. How much I thought about fucking this tight little pussy of yours.” And that was all you needed to hear before reaching your high. You clawed your fingers into his shoulder as you rode it out. He was approaching his climax as well, pounding into you with all his power.
“Can I cum in you, Y/N?” He moaned out. “Yes fill me up p-please.” You practically screamed and seconds later you felt his warmth shoot inside of you. By now you’re still laying on his chest, beads of sweat sprinkled across your forehead. You both focused on your breathing and tried to process what you just did.
You just cheated on your boyfriend with his brother.
You readjusted your bikini buttoms and looked on the floor to find your bikini. As you put it back on, someone knocked on the window. You and Ethan both turned to look to see who it is. Your heart dropped when you saw that it was none other than Grayson.
39. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
warning: 18+, degradation, oral (m/f receiving) unprotected sex, spanking, slight praise kink, creampie (just full on nasty)
No one pissed you off more than Ethan Dolan. It seemed that no matter what he knew exactly what to do in order to piss you off. The only reason you were even around him was that Grayson was your best friend. Grayson didn't understand why the two of you didn't get along, he thought for sure when he had you two meet you'd get along perfectly. But instead, Ethan and you bumped heads.
From that moment Ethan Dolan was a nascence to your life.
As much as you wanted to tell Grayson "no" when he invited you to the trip the group was gonna take, you couldn't when he began to beg you with puppy dog eyes.
"Come on, it's a beautiful cabin in Colorado, right off the lake, it's going to be amazing and so much fun. But it's only going to be fun if my best friend is there."
"Ethan is going to be there," You groaned
"Along with everyone else, please, there is a group of us so it's not like you're going to be alone with him or something. You can bunk with Nina and I'll make Ethan and I are on the other side ok?"
You sighed heavily, "Fine, fine."
So here you were nearly trapped in the middle of the woods with everyone, but unfortunately, Ethan as well. The first day Grayson was able to keep his promise that you weren't really around Ethan. The two of you separated for most of the day meaning you weren't able to have one of your bicker matches. But the same couldn't be said for the second day.
It seemed from the moment you woke up, Ethan was there. Rolling his eyes any time you gave in your opinions about what the group should do. Or you were making a snide comment any time he talked about something, acting as if what he was saying was true. That was a trait of Ethan's that annoyed you the most, having him go on his tirades where it seemed he was just speaking nonsense.
For Ethan annoying, you were all foreplay. At first, he found you a little annoying, but it was more so that you were new and he didn't really trust you. But with time passing, he saw you as someone that was good and trustworthy. But it seemed to be the placement that you two were to be enemies. So now he just got a sick kick out of it. It turned him on to see you huff and walk off. Or the little eye rolls you would do any time he teased you.
But the climax of your rivalry came to a head.
Everyone else left behind for the beach, you weren't feeling up for it. So you opted to stay back and catch up on a book while everyone headed down. Well, you thought everyone. Much to your disappointment, Ethan was laying across the couch watching tv when you came from your room. Instantly your mood was soiled.
"You have got to be kidding me," You grumbled with a pout on your lips.
But Ethan just looked up towards you and smirked, "Oh, did I ruin the princesses day?"
"Fuck off," You glared towards him as you moved around towards the chair on the other side of the living room.
"Fiesty this morning aren't you?" Ethan's smirk just grew larger as he watched the pissed-off look come across your face more.
"I don't know why but you're more annoying on this trip than usual," You spoke, "Like something crawled up your ass and died."
"I think you have yourself mixed up with me,"
"Right," You snapped, "Because I'm the pretentious asshole,"
Ethan groaned “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
Your eyes went wide as you heard him, waiting for him to say something else, like that he was joking. But it never came. Instead he just stared towards you as if silently challenging you. The air between the two of you became thick with tension. For a moment your eyes moved down to his cock, lingering for a moment, before moving back up to his eyes. His cocky smirk only got bigger.
"You want to don't you?" Ethan asked "I can see that you do, eager little look in your eyes."
"You don't know what I want." You snapped back
Ethan moved off the couch and towards you, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he moved across the room. Your heart began to race as he neared closer and closer before standing directly in front of you. His legs touched against your knees, and for a moment, you couldn't help but look down again. You bit your lip before looking back towards him.
"You act like you hate me, but I think we both know you want something more from me," His thumb moved along your lower lip, pulling it from your teeth, but keeping his eyes locked on yours. "But that's ok, I want the same thing."
"And what do you think I need?" Your voice was soft
"You wanna wrap these pretty lips around my cock," He stepped towards you more, your legs parting to allow him between them, "Don't you."
You went to open your mouth to deny him, but he interrupted you.
"Don't lie."
His hand moved to cup along your jaw, tilting your head up towards him. He could feel your pulse fast against his hand. You fidgeted in your seat as you felt your arousal start to pool between your legs.
You acted quickly before you could even have second thoughts about it. You reached quickly for the edge of his shorts and pulled them down, palming over his hardened cock. A small wanton moan slipped past your lips as he came into view, his thick hardness bobbing slightly. You felt this suddent urge to have him down your throat. It was like all the hatred you'd been harbouring turned into lust.
"Come on baby, be a good little slut," Ethan's voice was deeper and heavy with lust as he looked down towards you, a small bead of precum moving down his length. Your tongue swept across your lower lip before soon your tongue as on him.
He nearly growled loudly as the feeling of your tongue against him. Your name came out as a curse when your lips wrapped around him fully. You even moaned yourself when the heady taste of his cock and precum met your tongue. It was entoxicating how good he tasted and how much you loved him in your mouth.
"Yes...f-fuck...that's it baby...take all of my cock down your throat."
Ethan fisted your hair and began to guide you down his cock more and more, drawing you down his length more and more. The dark look in his eyes drove you, wanting to please him, but also wanting to make him fall apart because of you.
Ethan wanted to commit the memory of you sucking his cock to his memory. Because truthfully it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. How eager you were to take all of him down your throat. How the sounds you were making were only turning him on more. He found to keep his eyes on you, losing himself with how good you were sucking his cock.
But his eyes looked down to a slight movement. When his eyes traveled down your body slightly, he saw that your hand was down your shorts. The ever knowing movement of your fingers working against your clit.
You were touching yourself as his cock fucked the back of your throat.
"You fucking dirty, whore. Touching yourself while sucking my cock" You moaned around his cock as an answer. "You wet for me?"
You slowly pulled off his cock with a soft pop, your breath coming out laboured. "Why don't you come and find out?"
You smirked and laid back against the couch, spreading your legs more.
Ethan was welcome to the challenge. He pushed down the rest of his shorts, before grabbing your shirts and pulling them down. Ethan pressed your legs up and towards your chest, your glistening pussy coming into view. He felt his cock twitch as your scent, needing to know if you tasted as good as you smelled.
"Ethan!" You moaned out loudly as his tongue pressed against your slit, before sucking on your clit. Your hips moved up towards his mouth needing more from him. "Oh fuck!"
He eagerly worked his mouth against your pussy, making sure his tongue tasted and took everything you were giving him. Ethan loved the feeling of your legs shaking beneath his hands as he held them above his head, spreading you wide open.
Your loud moaned filled the cabin as you withered beneath him.
"I-I'm gonna cum...please...don't stop, don't stop...Ethan," You begged for him, needing to cum, loving how he was manipulating your body.
"No no, baby," Ethan sat back, your arousal glistening on his lips. "You gonna cum on my cock like the good fucking whore that you are."
Ethan moved quickly to rub his cock against your slit, teasing you both more, before pulling back to thrust into you. A loud moan came from deep inside of you as he stretched your pussy, never having someone fill you up like he did. It was nearly painful with how much he stretched you. Your hands gripped tightly to the arms of the chair, needing something to hold onto as Ethan merciloussly fucked you.
"Oh yes! Fuck!" Ethan nearly folded you in half as he fucked into you, loving how your swollen pussy lips wrapped around his cock. Eagerly sucking him in deep. "God damn this pussy, baby."
You were a babbling mess beneath him, clearly fucked out of your mind, watching this man. He was a sight and soon you were falling over the edge for him.
Ethan slowed his movements down to slowly pull his cock in and out of you, drawing out your orgasm as you shook beneath him. For a moment he thought you were going to pass out with how your eyes seemed to roll into the back of your head.
"You like it, like it how I fuck you?" Ethan asked, his tone tender, caressing your face to have your eyes focus on him for a moment.
"Y-yes," You whimpered "Oh god yes."
"You my whore?" Ethan asked, still moving slowly against you
"Yes...yes."
The cocky smirk came back across Ethan's lips as he moved you, pulling you out of the small chair and down to the floor. You gasped slightly when you felt him pull out of you a empty ache forming between your legs. But before you could beg to have him back deep inside of you, Ethan had you on your knees, your chest pressed down against the floor.
His hand smacked against your ass causing a small yelp to come from you.
Ethan grabbed your waist and thrust back into you, quickly going back to his pace from before. You once again became a bumbling mess beneath him. Your hands searching for something to grab as you moved against the rug beneath you. You thought for a moment about how you were going to most likely have rug burn on your knees and possibly your chest, but with how good Ethan was making you feel, you didn't care.
"Mmm, such a good girl taking my cock." Ethan's hands caressed over your ass before spanking you again, " Your pussy clenched around him as he called you a good girl, "Oh, you like that? Like being called my good girl?"
Ethan slapped your ass when you didn't answer, eliciting a breathy "Yes," from you.
"Oh I'm gonna cum...gonna fucking fill this pussy...mmm, fuck!" Ethan moaned with his thrusts becoming short and hard thrusts. He stilled above you and called out your name as he spilled inside of you. The feeling of his cum sent your body into another small orgasm, losing control from a moment, and squirting slightly.
Your body seemed to be out of your control as you whimper, shook and trembled beneath him.
Ethan caught himself as his seemed to lose strenght for a moment, unable to hold himself up. His sweaty chest pressed against your back and slowly moved the two of you to lay across the area rug. The two of you laid, coming down from your high, only your soft pants sounding between you.
Ethan groaned being the first to move, grabbing your hips gently and slowly pulling out of you, a soft whimper in protest coming from you. He moved you onto your back and spread your legs slightly, watching as his cum slowly began to spread down along your slit and thighs.
"Damn baby," He whispered, before moving his fingers along your slit, you moaned softly as the sensation.
"Ethan, please," You eyes were barely open as you looked down towards him.
"If you think for a second I'm done with you, you're mistaken baby."
wow
so sorry this took forever my computer was being stupid for the longest time.
could you do some fluff with either e or g ? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to
hope you enjoyed your day/night <333
-al
This fic made me miss the twins and Emmas friendship </3
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“Hey guys, we're back!" the twins yell into the camera. They put on a funny accent, making them both burst out into laughter. You and Emma laugh from behind the camera, making yourselves known in the video.
The twins wanted both of you to do a surprise appearance, seeing as Emma was all of yours’ best friend and you were Ethan’s girlfriend. Your relationship was already public, but this would be the first video of theirs that you appeared in.
“You guys ruined the fucking intro!" Grays yells at you and Emma playfully. “Now there’s no point in it even being a surprise” Ethan shakes his head dramatically, exaggerating the disappointment in his voice.
You gasp dramatically at his ‘accusation’, putting a hand to your heart which Emma mimicks. “How dare you?” She jokes, making Grayson and Ethan chuckle. "Shut the fuck up Gray! Your intro idea sucked ass anyways!" you huff, making Emma wheeze. Both of you enter the frame, since there was no point of hiding yourselves anymore to surprise the viewers.
Ethan’s eyes look up and his lips part in admiration as he watched you move. Almost anyone would awe at the heart eyes he was giving you, that you were clearly too oblivious to see. He had this look on his face whenever he was looking at you. His eyes would focus on you and only you. His lips would part as he admired you. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the worlds, he truly was in love with you.
You go to flop down next to Ethan, entering the video frame. However, Ethan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap “E!” you squeal out in surprise, making Ethan laugh at how easily scared you were.
“S’just me baby, relax” Ethan mumbles in your ear, and you blush. You turn to meet his gaze. “Hi” you say quietly, not being able to rub the smile off your face and Ethan reciprocates it, “Hi”. He burys his head in your shoulder, just resting there, making you smile.
Emma enters the frame and makes a joke, making you all laugh. You could feel Ethan’s laugh vibrate on your skin, giving you goosebumps but the good kind. Your hand going to tangle itself in Ethan’s hair, playing with it. Whenever you played with Ethan’s hair, it was like he was putty in your hands.
Emma and Grayson start explaining what the video is about, not realizing that you and Ethan weren't paying attention. He leaves a kiss in the crook of your neck, then another on your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm. Ethan tightens his hand around your waist to keep you still, and you turn to look at him.
Your eyes meet, making a lighthearted grin appear on your faces. Your hand moves to the back of his neck to pull his head upwards, and leave a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, one tiny kiss is never enough for Ethan. So he cupped your face and tried to connect your lips once again, this time making it last.
You turned quickly, making Ethan’s lips meet your neck to which he pouted. You didn’t want to get into a full blown make out in the middle of the video. But Ethan childishly put his face in your neck again and puffed annoyedly. You laugh at his childish antics, hand going back to caress his hair.
“Well if the two lovebirds next to us are done, we’ll get on with this video now” Emma sarcastically jokes, making you and Ethan laugh. He brings his head up to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Okay okay, let’s get on with the video”. “Fucking finally” Grayson muttered, and you playfully shove him bringing out a laugh from everyone.
Ethan and you never showed pda on camera or in front of their viewers, rarely even a kiss. It was just how you two were, usually preferring to keep the details of your relationship private. So that one kiss was more than enough, and to say that the fans loved it was an understatement.
Summary: Jesse knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it, or rather demand it. Grayson, who carries respect and dignity like a shield of armor, walks the line of being the vanilla boyfriend he always thought she’d want, or the guy that listens to the devil on his shoulder and embellishes on the fantasies that won’t leave him alone every night. There is a first for everything, a time and place to try something -- or some one new. There is a chance to set the fire in motion. He might just take it.
Word Count: 4.9k
Warning: Strong sexual content, giving head, fingering, spitting, explicit language
There is a first for everything.
The first time you ride a bike, the first time you try your favorite food, the first time you win an award, the first time you hear your favorite song, the first time you talk to the person you’re meant to spend the rest of forever with, the first time you overcome your worst fear, the first time you read your favorite book, the first time you travel to a different country, the first time you have thoughts that should damn you for eternity and for some...there is even a first time for eating pussy.
It’s an embarrassment he’d never wanted anyone to discover let alone put to the test. Sure his friends had their time to talk about their extensive knowledge on female anatomy, but whenever the topic of him and Jesse doing anything outside the box he himself had placed them in, his lips were sealed. For one thing it wasn’t their business, for two he’s not entirely sure what he would say. He knew the time would come. He didn’t view their relationship like a race and he knew Jesse didn’t either. They’d been friends for too long and knew each other too well for him to base their relationship off of sex.
Grayson keeps his eyes glued to his hands holding Jesse’s hips tight -- unsure of what to do now that he’s got her beneath him and wanting him to have his way with her. He knows what he wants, but doubts that he has the courage to pursue it within him. He’d watch her with careful eyes as she peeled off each article of clothing before pulling him close by his belt loop and on to the bed to kiss her rough busy day away. A picnic was nice, but his complete and undivided attention was better. Even if his eyes trailing up and down every part of her body made her nervous.
He’d done plenty of things with his ex before Jesse, but none of those things had involved his lips and tongue anywhere beneath the waist. Not anything like he’s inevitably about to do.
“Cat caught your tongue?” Jesse had snickered minutes ago, a sly smirk lacing up her ruby red lips from so much kissing -- moment’s before he’d gotten them both all hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it when he was with her, his self control falters and he’s drunk off her touch once again, swimming in a pool of despair he can’t control. All he can think about is her. Wanting her. Needing her. Touching every single inch of her velvety skin. Wanting to do things to her. Wanting her to do things to him. Things he would blush at in the future.
Jesse was a woman with desires he’d only dreamed of women having. She was shy at times but the devil danced in her bright eyes. Grayson knew she wanted things she’d never had the guts to say out loud and things she only wanted from him alone. It all made him a fierce kind of nervous, but gave him an electrified thrill. A challenge for him to explore the workings of her body and all the ways he can make her more satisfied than she’s ever been. He didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon - and if he wanted to do her right, he had to go outside of his comfort zone for her.
Knowing Jesse was more experienced did things to him that he couldn’t begin to hide -- but more than anything it made him jealous of every set of hands that had ever touched her skin before his. It made him reckless and competitive, focused and haughty. He was better than them, he could be better than them.
He could rapture her into a whirlwind of pleasure that would ruin her image of every man except him, wanting no one's mouth but his, daydream of no one’s lips but his own, beg for no one else’s touch, want no one else’s hands but the ones holding her now. It wasn’t about him, this wasn’t about his pleasure for once, it was truly all about her.
Pulling him back into the flames, he’s burning up under her intense stare, waiting for him to do something, do anything. Anything but watch her long enough to find something less than stellar, less than grand, less than exceptional. With her fears unfolding she pulls him down for a kiss of her own, a soft feather of a thing he can feel all the way to his toes. She’d always been good at that, giving him more to miss when she’s away. The way she hugs him close is one of those things.
Grayson fell hard into love—which wasn’t particularly unusual for the hopeless romantic he was, but he always knew Jesse was set apart from the seasonal heartthrobs. He was truly bewitched by her creativity, wanderlust, unapologetic confidence, patience, and beauty.
An enchantress she was, beautiful beyond anything he could ever deserve. Drop dead gorgeous with the personality to match, there wasn’t a head that didn’t turn when she walked into a room, not a man that didn’t fumble over their words at any opportunity to talk to her, not a woman who didn’t want to be her friend. Sure her beauty was undeniable, but her benevolent heart beat it all.
He may never know why Jesse had leaned in to kiss him seven months ago save for three days in a hidden corner in Café Verona -- a quaint treasure he’d always hold dear to his heart. Fairy lights criss-crossed along the ceiling, soft Jazz waltzing with the beat of his heart, emerald green leather bench pressing into his thighs. But he’s glad she did. He’s glad she leaned in to kiss him when he’d been building up the nerve for weeks. So afraid to go there but more afraid of not knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He’s glad she took his chin in between her fingers to hold him still enough to feel her lips press to his securely, a warmth swarming in his chest where the heart shaped hole once was.
If he flipped through the pages of his memory, he would remember a statue-like stillness about him before he sunk into her touch, caging her head in his large careful hands. Feeling the gasp she tried to hide, the smell of grapefruit shampoo and the way her flushed cheeks felt under his stroking thumbs. He would see himself fall into her, around her and through her, off the edge of the rocky cliff and into the dark blissful deep of nothing but her.
He’d be eternally grateful she looked at him with utmost sincerity and whispered with a raw kind of intensity that he’d “driven her mad you see” -- and he’d heard it then, the brittleness of her voice because fear rattles her to the core, and she had been scared out of her mind. A crack that tracked through her careful confession and to the root of him. Jesse was scared of what he meant, what he was in terms of her heart, what he could be if she continued to kiss him the way she was.
In that quiet moment he remembered what made her so deeply rooted in his heart: the laugh that rattled him, the soft smell of peaches and vanilla, the way she never drives without sunglasses because her mom who passed away much too early did the same, the dance she does when she finally eats the first bite of food after damn near breaking the world in half in hanger, the way she punches the roof of her car after making it through a yellow light because her best friend in high school did the same, the way she always turns her spoon upside down when eating ice cream, and the way she always has answers for everything no matter what topic, even the way she laughs entirely too hard at Family Feud.
For that reason alone he waited for the physical parts to come when they may. It was new and exciting sure, and he’d always loved her heart of course, but her body was uncharted territory. He was patient, yes. A gentleman guarding some assumed virtue, even if he knew better than to think she was anything but a seductress. Patient enough to tell her no when she’s had one too many drinks and not enough discipline. They’d been friends before anything else - the best of friends with a foundation of trust. He’s spent years trying to gain that trust and he vowed to keep it.
Of course he could have been that guy on many occasions: possessive, selfish, greedy and crude. He could have played his cards and dealt his dirty hand at the wrong moment and still pulled out ahead. I mean hell, how often do guys get out of the friend-zone? But he wasn’t that guy. No matter the relationship status — they weren’t ready.
They hadn’t been ready to cross that carefully drawn line in the sand, not until now. With the strawberry White Barn candle burning in the corner on the cluttered desk one could expect from a college student and a half full can of Arizona tea on the night stand...her face lit with a mystical kind of magic he’d only ever seen the day she leaned back after their first official kiss.
“Hold my hair.”
Grayson found the words slipping off his tongue easier than they’d come all night. All he’s planned on was a simple date in the park that was tucked away and secluded from all the people that could interrupt, he’d even brought her favorite book and laid back on a soft patch of grass to listen to her melodic voice read to him. He’d planned to come back and share a peck or two while watching a new episode of Daredevil and holding her through the night. She’d had a long day full of texts to him, trying to get him to give her the okay to walk out of her low-paying job and not look back. He never planned on laying her down on his bed and caressing every inch of her skin until he was finally delving into a place he’d never been quite like this.
He was nervous but he could do anything, be anything with her hand in his hair and her kind eyes watching him defile her. He just knew from this moment on he would have a reputation to uphold, as cocky as it sounded. He had to prove he wasn’t as lost as he felt. He felt like a virgin all over again, like he was doing something raw and real and scary. A secret only the wrinkled sheets would remind him of later.
Her touch, her soothing him through something that frightened him has always been a crutch for him to lean on. When he got in a fight with his brother, she was there to comb through his hair and talk him through the proper apology, when he decided to change majors and had a breakdown so crippling he couldn’t breathe she rocked him through it until his breath was even once again, when he wrecked his new car on the way home from a party he never should have been at she was right there to give him a kiss on the cheek and help him call the insurance company and his erratic mother who loved her like a daughter. She led him through the rough parts of life and then some.
He never imagined she would be leading him through something so sensual, but he needed her bringing him back to earth all the same.
Jesse obliged with a grin of her own, feeling him shuffle down to trail a string of kisses across her torso and down to the base of her need and desire. The fireball of want burned in her stomach, turning her rational thoughts brown and charred. He was good at that, making her need him fiercely. She’d never wanted anyone so much, and even if she thinks back to past flings - she’d never been satisfied like she was with Grayson, and they’d done much less.
“What are you thinking?” Jesse wonders, distracted by his soft supple lips and his nibbling at her hip, but wanting to hear the inner workings of his brain. Her fingers fidget, wanting to push him by his brown mop of hair down lower - just to feel him at last. She needed this distraction, she just needed his help to forget. Not that she hadn’t been waiting for months for this exact moment, there was just urgency in the way she’s stripped herself bare before him.
She almost expects him to wait for her direction, but jerks against him when he takes the lead all on his own. How could he not with her as his complete mercy, giving him the fuck me eyes and twisting a lock if hair around her finger?
Grayson thinks on that as he trails his mouth down, down, down to slick his tongue up the base of her, smirking to himself when she wiggles against him. “I’m thinking that I like you this way.”
The contact was a shock to her nervous system and a promise of what was soon to come if she kept tempting him the way she was. She was a heathen with angel eyes. Someone infatuated with his innocence (at least he was more innocent than she) and curiosity to learn every curve and dip of her body. He made her feel powerful, unstoppable, undeniable. She craved it as much as he craved her own lips tracking across his skin - in the heat of the moment or in the still of the night.
“Naked you mean?” She laughs then, trying to keep herself at least somewhat under control now that he’s grown some balls and taken the first step. She’s shocked momentarily that she didn’t have to practically order him into touching her.
She grips her breasts at another bold swipe of his tongue. Rolling her hardened nipples between her fingers and tensing at the sparks flying up her center. The feeling of him spreading her open, blowing against her throbbing clit is almost too much to bear. Jesse curses then, a soft “fuck” she tries to reel back before he gets too big of a head. She knows it fell on eager ears when he delivers another bold stripe of his tongue up her center -- slow and deliberate.
“Unguarded,” he finally grumbles, rubbing away the goosebumps that pepper her thighs. She thinks for a moment that she could gave turned off the ceiling fan circling over top of them, but feared she might burn up if it wasn’t for the white blades blowing on her crown of hair going every which way on the pillow.
She ignores how right he is - that she’s never been this vulnerable with him before, but instead rolls her eyelids shut to feel him really delve into her - opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to her flat. This is just what she needed, her favorite person trying something new and succeeding at it.
For someone that’s never given head, he was pulling it off. He was going to ruin her.
Glancing down at the yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the right side of his face, Jesse curled her fingers into his plush head of hair once again, somewhere between heaven and hell with no real knowledge of the difference.
She moans at his lips wrapping around her, the suction to her lower region and the way his thumbs dig into her skin to hold her in place. No running this time, she had no choice but to feel it all. This is what she wanted right?
“This feel okay?” he teases, tentatively trailing the tip of his tongue around the place she wanted most. He loved to see her eyes alight with that devilish incomprehensible lust. He was truly winging it, doing anything he’d heard from friends or watched himself late at night, anything to further her soft pants and moans tumbling out of her O shaped mouth. She was too good to be true and felt like one lucky bastard.
Nodding down to him she groans, wanting him latched to her. “M-more than okay just keep going.”
He never knew it could feel so pleasurable to be the giver and not the receiver nine times out of ten. He didn’t know how selfish he’d been and the opportunities he'd missed to feel compliant and...obedient. He liked it. He loved it. He loved the position he was in - her looking down at him like the goddess she was and always had been, him crouching down at the end of the bed to devour her in the best way he could, his hair disheveled, eyes dark with hunger, hands gripping her tight.
He lets instinct take the wheel, peppering kisses to her clit and bringing his own hand down to slip in a finger to add extra stimulation - pleased when Jesse releases another string of curses. Fowl language huh? Wonder what she’d do if he stopped-
“You’re such a dick-“ she tugs at his roots, rolling her hips into his mouth that savors her now, lips slick with her wetness. She tasted good, he’d concluded. It wasn’t anything like what he imagined it would be, no, it was better. It felt better than all of the horror stories he’d made up in his head. He’s sure if he wanted to - he could stay right down between her legs for hours -- until his lips were sore and his tongue tired. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not when she’s been waiting so long, fantasized too often. She huffs out again “Thought you’ve never done this before.”
That must be a good sign, right?
“Never,” he slurps at her, shaking his head and groaning into her core. He felt the slickness of her on his cheeks now. Bowing down to eat her out was harder than it looked, especially with back problems as it was.
Focused and drunk on Jesse’s gentle hip thrust into his mouth he hugs her thighs and stands upright, just off the edge of the bed, bringing her lower half up in the air with him. He can feel her trembling now, wide eyes gleaming at him with surprise and delight at the new and better position.
She was losing it. She’d had him compliant at first, her soft-hearted boyfriend trying something new...but damn he was tugging the ropes from between her fingers and leading her to a path less traveled. Quick learner he was.
“Grayson put me down! Have you lost your mind?” Jesse squealed, grinning at his closed eyes and moving lips, deaf to her antics. She was expected something quick, maybe even simple, but him switching up positions was not in the game plan as great as it was.
She could see it now, the guy that was always hiding just beneath the surface. She could see how her sounds urged him on and made him try harder. She could see his arms shaking from the weight of her legs and the effort it took to hold her pussy as close to him as he could. She could feel the heavy breath fanning out across her pelvis from his nose. She could feel the tickle of his hair dangling down and whispering across the skin of her stomach. She could feel that same ball of fire seated in her stomach slip lower and lower with each passing second - until the words that fell out of her mouth were nothing but strings of profanity would make a sinner blush.
It was going to sear her in half, that fucking ball of fire. Hot lava stirring up a flood she couldn’t stop. It was splitting her in half just as his digits were now, pumping into her hard and fast, curling at his knuckles. His rings gleam from the yellow lamp-light and shock her when they touch her dewy skin. She had lost all sense of control.
Hearing his own moans, hearing how desperate he was to keep eating her pussy and make her feel better than anyone had, got her inching towards the edge. It was a low kind of growl itching at his throat.
The taste of her blurred his senses, the soft smell of her making his mind spin out of control, the tightening walls of her cunt around his fingers fucking her fast, the light sheen of sweat that glowed in the dim light of his room - he was a madman with no direction but forward. He had to keep going, for stopping would surely break them both. He would love to tease her, but knew if he stopped one more time she would kill him in a heartbeat.
“Open your fucking eyes and watch me.” He barked down to her, stopping only for a moment to glare at her. His fingers continued their fast paced in and out, in and out, in and out.
He’d figured if he was going to take it all the way, he needed to pull every string. Needed to pull out the nasty daydreams and make them a reality. This is something he would have for keeps. Something he’d want to do over and over, something he couldn’t wait to do again. Something he’d want to remember.
Peeling her eyes open she sobbed at the sight of him spitting into her pussy with a smile, staring at her darkly. Light eyes blacked into pits he ruined her through and through. He had to be lying, he just had to be.
“Fast learner,” Grayson sneers, leaning forward to smear his saliva around her slick folds, arms circling her midsection to hold her close again.
“ Fuckfuckfuckfuck- keep fu- keep going!” Jesse begs, barely holding on to the light threatening to slip away into the fire burning her up. “Doing so good Gray, so fucking good.”
She had discovered soon in the relationship and the minimal sexual acts they’d indulged in that Grayson was a man that adored praise. He wanted someone to tell him how good he was doing, even if he already knew it. He wanted someone to look him in the eyes just as she was doing now and watch him succeed. He wanted complete undivided attention, verbal acknowledgment.
He sucked at her still, sliding his tongue into her quickly then — remembering someone in a poorly shot amateur porn video did the same to the tatted up blonde he was practically fucking to death, and hoped it would have the same effect on his beautiful princess begging for him to keep going. He kept note while he watched the video, knowing one day he would be standing where he is now relishing in the gold mine that belonged to him. He fucker her with his tongue, humming into her cunt for the added stimulation.
Fuck all she was the end of him. “Pretty pussy all wet for me, yeah? Want to cum? Bet you doubt me huh? Thought I wouldn’t do you right…”
He chucked at the vigorous nodding of her head, the eyes rolling in the back of her head, the hand that leaves his hip to pull at her own hair. Her eyes squeezing shut in panic now that she feels the tip of the iceberg coming up fast.
“Don’t even know how crazy you drive me, how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”
Hearing him admit it only made her thighs quiver against his strong arms, only made her want more, made her creep dangerously close to the edge she was for once in her life afraid to fall off of. The crash into the sea would be the biggest shock she’s ever had. Jesse tried to focus on her breathing, trading the heaving for squealing when he dipped his tongue in her entrance to give her something to fantasize about. She’d never had someone tongue fuck her, let alone stair into her soul while they did it.
Fuck he was good. Too fucking good.
“Baby you have t-to slow down,” she warns, the big splash terrifying and so close. He was a wicked man for doing just the opposite, spreading her legs wider and shaking his head against her again, eyes squeezed shut like he knew what would happen in only a few seconds.
“Grayson step back,” she tried to warn more firmly, afraid of the unfamiliar feeling of something new about to happen, embarrassed already but too worked up to stop it. “Shit - Grayson step back!”
And there it was, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had and certainly the wettest. Her release soaked the bed beneath, sheets spotted with her arousal and breath stolen from her lungs. She’s not sure when Grayson had dropped her, or whether her convulsing body wiggled out of his grasp during the black out she’d just had. She was spread on the bed in her own mess, her chest flushed, damp hair stuck to her forehead in waves, vision blurred, eyelids drooping in exhaustion, hand somehow in Graysons.
He’s there then. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, his hand a ghost on her forehead brushing away those tendrils of hair, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles with tender care, his lips smoothing the furrow of her brows. Grayson is lifting her without a word, caging her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and smoothing her head against his chest to feel the weight of her there - just to feel the heat of her consume him.
“Holy fuck,” she breathes, spent.
“I hope it wasn’t too much,” he whispers into her hair, hand smoothing over the locks while rocking her around the room, mind racing with every image of what he’d just done and the feeling of complete bliss flooding his body.
He’s almost worried she fell asleep in his arms until he feels the shaking he can only assume is laughter, before she’s hugging him tighter. “Idiot. I can’t believe you’ve never done that. And I can’t believe I’m this tired. Feel like a rookie.”
“Guess I passed the test then?”
“Flying colors.”
Jesse nuzzles in as far as she can, tucking in her arms against his chest and letting the state of Nirvana wash over her. With a sigh Jesse thinks over the shocking events of her boyfriend being 100% nastier than she’d initially thought — not that she’s complaining.
She barely remembers Grayson running a bath, or setting her in the steaming tub with a kiss, or waiting for him to strip the bed with a giddiness sitting in his chest at all that they’d done, barely remembers him joining her in the tub and catching soap in the calm of his hand to smith the suds over her post-sex body. That’s the only way she would describe herself in the moment, her skin felt sensitive to the touch, sparks still shooting through her with the feeling of his hands on her.
What Jesse does remember is laying with Grayson in a bed freshly made, arm draped over his stomach, head resting against his arm, lips peppering kisses against his chest randomly through-out the night. She remembers the feeling of adoration and understanding. What they’d done was both the most foul thing she’d ever done, but also the most liberating and beautiful experience. To lose yourself in another person in such a way that you’re utterly consumed by them was...foreign to the pair laying together in the still of the night.
Jesse waited until Grayson was softly snoring until she said the only thing she’d never had the guts to tell him in the months they’d been dating. He’d been waiting on it patiently. It was different between friends, but it meant so much more when you don't want to say it to anyone else for the rest of your life. The moment she says it, she can’t ever take it back. Maybe that’s why she chooses the early hours of the morning to lean in and press her lips against his feather soft, blinking back the mist clouding her vision.
“Don’t know if you could tell...but I'm kind of in love with you...so just be patient with me please I’m trying for you.”
Maybe she would get the guts one day to say the words while he’s awake, maybe face to face or with the lights off because she has some kind of comfort in the dark, or maybe it would slip out on accident. In any way that it happens, she hopes he will smile. She hopes that he knows how insanely incandescently happy he makes her each and every day, and how honored she feels that she got to experience another first with him.She hopes he will be comforted that his feelings are 100% reciprocated. She hopes that she gets to see that beautiful smile he wears on special occasions -- the true smile that he doesn't show too often. For now she presses her lips to his once again, smiling softly as the slow ride and fall of his chest, arm holding her close, the ring she won him out of a shitty machine in the corner of a tattoo shop he’d stopped into on a whim secured on a thin chain around his neck, and the fluttering of his eyelashes while he dreamed.
