ethan landry who wants to have sex (especially because you’re wearing that short white sundress that shows your panties every time you bend over) but isn’t used to asking for this stuff, as he’s only had sex (with you) twice, leaving him to just mope and whine in your ear as he’s practically dry humping you from behind.
ethan implied to be considerably taller than reader; MDNI 18+
ethan's following you around everywhere, a fate he doomed himself to when he happily agreed to running errands.
and while he's suffering from proximity, he knows he could end his self-induced torture. instead of only letting his doe-like brown eyes trail over your pretty frame—the picture of innocence in your white dress even though he has contrasting images from the last time he'd fucked you—he could simply ask. or at least initiate the beginning motions of it.
instead, he chooses to follow closely behind you in the grocery store. he tries to get his fix where he can— a hand on your hip as soon as you're stagnant for long enough to look for an item, his crotch pressed into your backside and rocked upwards just a bit. when you have to bend down, he stands right behind you, and not just to cover your panties from passersby.
clearly, his efforts are not enough.
there is no scenario in the world where you don't notice his longing. you're just as aware of his position as he is. yet, you won't act on pure assumption until he verbalizes it to you. until he gets rid of the insistent moping into your ear about when you're leaving the store, or until he stops pressing the halfie in his pants against your ass and attempts to get it in you.
it's not until you're on the subway back to your dorm when he voices his desire. "i'm ... you know," shyly whispered in your ear in response to your falsely-confused and concerned "what's the matter with you".
"you could've told me," you tell him. it's a little evil when you rest your hand on his upper thigh, looking up at him with Those Eyes, the same ones he previously admitted to getting off on when you'd been on your knees for him.
he clears his throat and scoots a little closer to you, not-so-subtly adjusting the paper bag of items that sits over his lap.
"didn't wanna bother you," he tells you, even though he says it into the bag.
when you inconspicuously tell him that getting to fuck him will never be an inconvenience, he doesn't seem to believe you. at least, not until you drop your groceries off beside the door in favor of putting your lips to his.
he's eager as he reciprocates, his big hands pressing into your back and crinkling the fabric of your white dress. he ignores the slight pain in the back of his neck as he bends down, because he's finally getting what he wants. he rocks his hips into yours gratefully, and his head actually spins a little when you start to undo his belt.
"want me to suck you off?" you ask him between pecks. he shakes his head, his fingers twitching as he resists the urge to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you then and there.
"mm-mm. wanna fuck you instead."
ethan's eyes actually water from happiness when you bend yourself over the counter, flip your dress up, and look back at him over your shoulder.