“What? I was at Econ.” (18+)
Ethan finds you drunk in an alley, and he isn't as kind as he seems.
pairing - Ethan Landry x fem!reader
one shot length, 3.4k word fic
warnings: non/dub con, dark, corruption, PIV, bj, fingering, no protection, degrading, slapping, spitting, death.
The sound of wet taps and drips filled your ears as you laid on the wet cement of the alleyway. You were worried, of course, but not worried enough to get up and run for your life. It was relaxing, strangely enough. You didn’t hear anyone or anything except the usual engine of a nearby car. Plus, the noise of water was music to your ears.
Suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps. You started to attempt to prop yourself up on your elbows, but you lacked the strength. You had just come out of a party, drunken as ever. An annoyed whine left your mouth as you heard the steps crescendo, growing faster as well. Your eyes shot open when you caught sight of the shadowed figure above you. It was tall and had a masculine frame. When it knelt beside you, you saw the face of a boy. A seemingly sweet one at that.
“Hey. Are you okay?” He asked with sincerity. You slowly shook your head. “Here,” he said, offering his hand to help you up. When you were brought to your feet you stumbled, and he wrapped his arm around your waist to support you. Your head surged with pain at the change in elevation and lighting, the light in front of you dim, but far brighter than the darkness of your eyelids. You groaned to yourself, unaware of your vulnerability.
“What are you doing in this alley?” He asked. You pondered, unsure yourself. “I...party. Party, there,” you slurred due to both the alcohol, and confusion. Really you didn’t know where the party was, or why you were really in this alley. You pointed in a random direction and his eyes followed, not noticing a party. He just shrugged.
“God, this is so creepy,” you said slowly, finally becoming aware of your surroundings. “I wanna go home.” Ethan nodded, looking around for an exit. He held you as the two of you ventured through the alley. That way, you wouldn’t stumble and fall. “My names Ethan, what’s yours?” He asked more straightforwardly than usual, noticing you were very drunk. “Y/n,” you said in reply.
“You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s dangerous,” he said. You just sighed in response. You were in no position to protest considering the predicament you were currently in.
His chest gave you warmth, and you leaned your head on it, even if it affected your balance a little. Your outfit from the party didn’t provide that much insulation. You felt heat travel from your waist to your heinie, and you shifted uncomfortably. His hand was now resting on your barely covered ass, and even your drunk self was disturbed. “Stop, what are you doing,” you asked, and as you tried to snake away, he held you in place. “You looked like you were gonna fall, I’m just holding you better,” he replied. You thought to yourself, your knees were pretty wobbly, and he was helping you. Why were you being so anxious? You decided to let it be.
“God you’re deep in this alley. I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to find an exit that’s not blocked. I might have to call someone to pick us up.” As he opened up his phone and called a contact you weren’t able to read, his hand still had a firm grip on your ass. You kept telling yourself he was just trying to help. “Okay well my friend’s on their way. Let’s sit and wait for them,” he suggested after he finished his call. He walked you to an area that was barely lit with a lamp. The two of you sat on the cold stony ground.
You sat on your butt with your knees propped up, not even noticing how your mini skirt flipped up, revealing your panties. As you looked around the alley, you realized you didn’t notice your surroundings. Sure, you were drunk, but you could’ve sworn you were lying down right near an exit. How come Ethan couldn’t find the exit?
You laid your head against him, feeling comfortable with this complete stranger. Unpredictably, you felt a cold pain searing on your thigh. You bit your lip to hold back a squeal. The pain was temporary, and heat slowly started to warm up your leg. You looked down, and finally noticed that your skirt wasn’t covering your crotch. However, that’s not what you were paying attention to. Your eyes widened at Ethan’s hand, rubbing circles around your inner thigh.
You flinched heavily and loudly whispered, “Fuck, stop! What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan just shrugged, a confused look on his face. “It’s fucking freezing. I’m warming up my hands. Why?” His words were reassuring and reminded you that you were in safe hands. “It just, feels wrong. Please don’t touch me like that.” He nods. “Yeah, sorry. I was just… cold.” You weren’t sure how to respond to him. You were using his chest as a pillow, why couldn’t he use your thighs as hand warmers? You felt it was only fair, especially considering that he was helping you. So, no matter how wrong it felt, you decided to let him. “No you’re right, it is cold. I’m sorry, go ahead.”
You softly winced as his frozen hand touched your thighs once more, the warmth from your blood slowly radiating back to his fingertips. He sighed to himself, “You’re so warm,” as he started slowly massaging your muscle there. You decided to just relax, somebody was going to pick you up and take you home soon. Ethan’s chest was large and comfortable, so you closed your eyes and attempted to drift off.
You couldn’t even relax for 5 seconds before you felt his fingers shift to your panties. He rubbed circles on your clit and you couldn’t help but let out a meek whimper. “Ethan, stop! What do you think you’re doing?” You asked frantically, even though you weren’t at all trying to remove yourself from his grasp. “I already told you, I’m warming up my hands,” he chuckled dryly, and although you hated he was doing this, your back arched against his hand, your primal urge taking over.
“You’re such a liar,” you cried, closing your eyes as you did nothing to fight against his touch. Ethan bit his lip to hold back a groan when he felt your panties dampen, proving you were aroused by this. The most you could muster up to do was just repeatedly whimper out the words “stop, stop, stop, stop.” And when you did decide to try to crawl away, his large hands just held you in place. “God, I’m getting you a fucking ride and I’m rotting in this freezing alley for you. The least you could do is just warm me up!” You nodded in submission, quickly going back to your original position, lying on his chest with your knees open, revealing your panties that now had a damp spot.
He lowered his head, his chin grazing your shoulder. “Your panties are filthy,” he started, hooking the band with his fingers. “Let me help you.” He slid your panties completely off, tossing them to a dark corner. At this point you knew exactly what he was doing. “No, this is too much. Please stop,” you pleaded, your face in your hands to hide your flush of shame.
He striked your face with his palm after yanking your hands away. “Shut up. Hear me?” He gave your other cheek a matching slap while simultaneously exploring your wet folds with his other hand. The pain from the slap and the hurt from the betrayal caused tears to stream from your eyes. Your vision was fogged but you could still notice the way his hand was assaulting your parts. His fingers circled around your clit, eliciting moans from your dainty lips. “Why are you doing this?” You cried. “Well I couldn’t just leave you there for somebody else to use. So pretty, so delicate.”
His fingers sped up in speed, and your whimpers echoed throughout the walls of the silent alleyway. Ethan couldn't help but smirk at the fact you didn’t even try to fight back. Your breathing got heavier, and soon your chest was heaving. Before things got too far you said, “No, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He was very annoyed by this. “But you’re about to cum,” he coerced. He was right, he was hitting that spongy spot in you so well, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. You felt so dirty, knowing he was right. Aware that you were coming undone from a complete strangers fingers in a filthy alley.
“Shh,” he cooed into your ear, noticing your desperate whines and pleas to stop, even though your body was finding immense pleasure. “Just take my fucking fingers and cum. Cum on my fingers like a good fucking whore,” he practically growled, sending heat straight to your core.
You didn’t say anything when you came. You just moaned erratically, your legs shaking and your eyes watering. He pulled his fingers out of you as you panted, recovering from your release. He took a look at the residue glistening on his fingers before smearing them on your face, now slathered with your bodily fluids. “Shit, that’s a good slut.”
You felt disgusted and used, but on the contrary you felt the need to press your thighs together to relieve the feeling within you. “I’m not,” you cried, defending yourself. He grabbed you by the hair, forcefully tilting your head up to look at him. He spat in your face, the glob of saliva dripping from your chin to lips. “Slut,” he repeated, making sure it got through your head. Your face stung from another slap of his hand, and his chuckles made your stomach churn.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded but you shook your head. “No,” you said with a quivering voice, attempting to stand your ground. Swiftly, he pulled out a knife from his pocket. The handle was black and the blade was well, frightening. “Take off your clothes,” he repeated, this time through gritted teeth. The sight of the knife made your heart race with fear. If the situation wasn’t serious before, it was now. You slowly stripped, afraid of maybe making the wrong movie.
“So pretty,” he whispered to himself as he watched in awe, eyes mainly fixated on your tits. He unbuckled his belt, and reached into his boxers to remove his cock. You couldn’t deny it, it was good looking. Even if the size was intimidating and unexpected, it was put together, clean even. But that didn’t stop the disturbed feeling in your gut since this wasn’t right. And even with that disturbed gut feeling, your mind was disturbed at yourself. Disturbed that even with all this fear, apart of you was turned on. The sight of his cock was drenching your already soaked cunt.
Again he grabbed you by the hair, sending stinging pain straight to your scalp. He forced your face in front of his cock, making you topple onto your stomach. You winced when your knees got cut from the rough ground. “Open,” he ordered. You swallowed, not wanting to. You looked into his eyes that sent daggers, reminding you of the danger he held with the knife. Your mouth opened, barely, not even enough to fit a finger, let alone his size.
“Wider,” he said, firmer this time. You stretched your mouth, and your jaw ached. He grinned and guided his thick tip to your opened mouth. The smell of him was so intoxicating. The musk, the dominance, it was all so primal, and even if mentally you were against it, your body couldn’t get enough.
He easily slipped his cock past your lips, and threw his head back with a groan. His hands still held a firm grip on your head as he practically used you as a fleshlight, forcing your head up and down. Your eyes watered when he hit the back of your throat, and you felt your sinuses open, feeling nasally. You felt every ridge and vein of him against your tongue, and the deeper he went, the more difficult it was to not gag.
Ethan muttered curses to himself, loving every second of this. Even while in this inappropriate situation, you found yourself turned on by Ethan enjoying himself. The way he would groan or roll his hips against your throat. “That’s it,” he said before slapping your sore face. “Take that fucking dick.” You whimpered, but it was barely audible with his cock stuffed in your mouth.
With every gag that managed to slip out, you felt your mind go blank. Even with the immense pain, you found pleasure as well. It was obvious from the way your cunt was repeatedly clenching around absolutely nothing.
You gasped for air when he abruptly pulled away. Your lips were swollen and your cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. He stroked himself with nauseating pride before spitting on your face, and at this point, you were fighting back a smile. It landed on your philtrum and dropped down to your chin. You couldn’t help but stare at him stroking his cock, the way each movement of his forearm elicited a lustful moan from him. The way he would tense before each groan, and shiver slightly after.
“Fuck, you want my cum, slut? Want it all over your pretty little face?” You shook your head no, too embarrassed to tell the truth. You craved it. However, your eyes couldn’t pry away from him. Your mind raced with curiosity about him cum. What it would taste like, how thick it would be, how much would come out. “J-just a little,” you didn’t even realize you were saying, too mesmerized in his masturbation.
He knew you wanted it, but he wasn’t going to give up his cum to you for some absent minded statement. “That’s not good enough,” he chuckled, shaking his head. You knew you would have to admit it if you were gonna get his cum. “Please, just let me taste some,” you pleaded.
“Yeah? You want that cum?” He moaned, holding back since he was so close to the edge. “Yes please, I need it,” you begged, your hand smoothing out his thigh to guide your mouth closer. Ethan titled his head back and grunted, stroking himself as thick ropes of his cum landed into your awaiting mouth, some making its way to your nose. “Fuck, it’s so good,” you moaned as you greedily lapped at his tip, hoping he would just keep ejaculating more. You were disappointed when his breathing slowed and it came to an end, your drunken haze more apparent.
He noticed this and grinned to himself, knowing that you started to enjoy this. He guided his tip back to your already parted lips and you started to blow him voluntarily, happily pleasing the man who was assaulting you just minutes before. He reached for his phone, and while doing so his mouth was agape with heavy breathing as you brought his cock back to life. The light emitted on his screen, and unbeknownst to you, he was looking at absolutely nothing. He put the phone in his pocket. “My friend’s finally here, let’s get you home.”
He quickly put his pants back on and stood up, pulling you up by your arm. You reached for your clothes before he said, “Stop it, no time. You want to get home don’t you?” You nod in understanding, but you’re afraid to meet his friend and you don’t want them to see you naked. Nonetheless you ventured through the alleyway completely bare, aside from your feet that were clothed with chunky pink heels. You winced trying to keep up with his pace, his tall stature and large steps making him naturally faster. Your cut up knees however kept you from speed walking, a pain shooting through you if you flexed them too much. You clung to his arm, again finding more stability against him then on your drunken legs.
Suddenly, he grabbed you and slammed you against a brick wall, the tough material slicing your cheek. “Ethan, I wanna go home,” you cried, panic setting in when you heard him unzip his pants. He was holding your face against the wall, but you could see in the shadow on the ground that his cock was out once more. He pressed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down against your ass and folds. “No, stop, please,” you pleaded, not on any birth control, and feeling his raw condomless head.
“Shut up,” he spat, slapping your ass with force that stung. You shrieked as he slowly started to enter, but the noises he made were nothing short of pleasure. Although you were begging, pleading for him to stop, you couldn’t help but push back against his cock, your pussy begging for more. “Mm,” he growled to himself, one hand firm on your hip and another holding your wrists above your head to prevent you from running away. “Pussy so fucking tight.”
Your mouth was leaking moaning pleas, his size practically rearranging your insides. “Stop- your cock’s s’big,” you slurred, your words very oxymoronic. His breathing was heavy down your neck as he impaled your cunt, taking advantage of the inconsistency’s of your words. As much pleasure as you found in this, you didn’t find anything appealing about possibly being impregnated. However both the lust and alcohol made all of those anxious thoughts melt away, letting only your pussy, stuffed to the brim with his cock, think for you.
He slapped your ass, enjoying the way your body jolted and how your mouth let out a weak cry. “That’s it, take my cock like a drunk fucking whore,” he breathily whispered into your ear, covering your body in goosebumps. The alleyway was filled with sounds like dripping water, a squelching pussy, hips slamming against heinie, the man’s grunts, and best of all your pretty moans. He relished in that sound, especially mixed with your begs for him to stop.
“Fuck, gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he said through gritted teeth, speeding up. You cried out at the sudden change in pace, so overstimulated that you didn’t even focus on his words. Your legs shook and you would have fallen if it weren’t for his firm grip on your entire body. It wasn’t until he started slowing down and thrusting deeper that you noticed. “No, what are you gonna, shit- stop!” You cried, realizing he was gonna cum. You tried your best to escape his grip, push him off, but it was honestly laughable how useless your efforts were. He came in your cunt, semen filling up every crevice of your fertile pussy.
Your gasp echoed off the walls, and that would be the last sound you ever made. After he slipped out of you he covered your mouth before you could make another sound, pulling you off the wall and closer to him. He chuckled at your surprised, wide eyes that dilated when you noticed the blade from your peripheral. “What, you didn’t think I’d let you live, did you?” He said before tutting as you tried to escape his grasp. He shook his head, his face obviously showing he found the situation humorous, before turning stone cold, biting his lip as he slammed the knife into your chest. When he pulled the knife out - blood splattering on the walls, your body, and even his face - and when he let go, you tumbled to the ground. He grinned, smudging a little droplet of your blood off his cheek and kicking your body to make sure you were dead, before walking away.
“Mindy, turn up the tv!” Tara urged impatiently, biting her finger nails. “Okay, okay,” Mindy replied, obviously annoyed. Chad and Ethan walked into the apartment unannounced, confused about the commotion. Sam walked out into the living room and stopped in her tracks, stomaching dropping to the floor when she saw what was on screen. “Y/n L/n, a Blackmore University Student, and friend to many, was found raped and killed in an alley nearby a party she attended. Police are narrowing down suspects, and are questioning anybody and everybody who they know was there. DNA on her body from the perpetrator were found inconclusive, not seeming to belong to anyone that exists.”
“Shit,” Chad groaned, wiping a hand down his face. “Fuck, we were all at that party.” He said, before slowly turning his head towards Ethan, his face accusing. Everybody else in the room followed and did the same. Ethan looked astonished that they would even suggest something like that. “What? I was at Econ.”