Ethan inhaled deeply when he saw you open the door, dressed in nothing but a slightly see through robe.
“Ethan! You’re finally here, I was so worried. I made tea, come inside, please,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him into your apartment. “I-I don’t have a spare room and my couch isn’t very comfortable, do you mind sleeping with me? I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Ethan nodded immediately, quickly following you in as you pulled out a chair. “Please, sit down. Sit down, I made some vanilla chamomile tea! Do you like tea? It’s super sweet and hot, so if you like tea it’ll help with your throat.”
“I-I’ll have some tea,” he covers his lap with a thin napkin that did nothing to help hide his growing bulge. “Please.”
“Would you like black or red?”
“Bl-Black.”
You set down a black mug in front of him, a red in front of your own position as you giggle and start pouring tea from a small kettle. “I like the red mug better.”
He smiled as he slowly takes the mug, watching as you pause from sipping while he takes a loud gulp. “It’s r-really good.”
“You know, that mug has always been too small for other people,” you smiled. “I guess it’s perfect for you.”
He blushed madly, smiling as you giggle and put your feet into his lap. It makes him flinch, but you missed it as you take another long sip.
“Y-Y/N, I have something to tell you,” his voice was shaky as you paused, raising a brow. “I-I…”
“You’re hard?” You tilt your head, flicking off the napkin with your feet. “It’s hard to not notice, Ethan.”
He gasps as your foot starts to rub him through his jeans, whimpering as you added more pressure. “Y-Y/N, please, fuck, please.”
“Please what?” You stand, slowly dropping to your knees in front of him. “Depending on the size of your dick, I might fuck you.”
He nodded, head bobbing up and down as you slowly tap at his bulge. He whimpered, your brow raising. “Well, are you going to take off your pants or what?”
“Yes! Yes, I will,” he slips them off quickly, frantically as you hummed and rubbed at his tip, flicking it to watch his jaw clench and his cock bob. “A-Am I good enough?”
You giggled, licking his tip. “Yeah, you are.”
He couldn’t help himself, not when your mouth was hot on his cock and your chin was covered in dripping cum and saliva. Your eyes were rolled back as you deep throated him, groaning and moaning making vibrations travel up his cock while he was a moaning mess under you.
He could barely breathe, the woman of his dreams was sucking his cock like a lollipop, her hands pumping and rubbing every way that made his mind hazy. His hips buck, whimpers falling from his mouth as you pulled away for a quick breath, continuing to pump him. “Only been doing this for a few minutes and you’re already about to cum? You better bounce back quick, Landry.”
He nods immediately, whimpering. “I will, I will I promise. Please, please please please, I want to cum, can I cum?”
You hummed as you swirled your tongue around his tip, pulling him balls deep into your mouth to squeeze them in your hands, a broken scream leaving his lips as you sucked as hard as you could, eyes rolling back as he came. It didn’t stop for a while, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out loud moans, hips bucking. You kept him in your mouth until he finished, the amount of cum spurting down your throat making you choke.
You inhaled deeply as you pulled away, wiping the cum that dribbled down your chin as he pants, whimpering as you continued to pump his softened cock. It doesn’t take him long to get hard again, your lips softly pressing against his tip.
“You gonna be a good boy and fuck me?”
He nodded his head immediately, desperately. “Yes, yes ma’am I will.”
You honestly couldn’t believe it was Ethan’s first time. He was restless, whiny and desperate as he begged for you to let him fuck you again, your cunt spent and full of his cum. He was on bad marks, cumming inside of you without permission the second time.
“No! No, please, I’ll be good,” he whines as you scoop the cum out of your pussy, pushing it into your mouth. “Please, I promise.”
You stared at his cock, bobbing over your pussy as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. “Will you be good?”
“Yes! Yes I’ll be good, I promise!” He yelled, whining as he pushed his tip against your clit to watch your hips buck. “I’ll make you feel so good, Y/N, I promise.”
You hummed as you spread your legs once again, watching as he slots himself between them and pumps his cock right above your clit. “How long have you thought about fucking me, Landry?”
“S-Since I saw you,” he whimpers, whining as he bucks his hips and begins to push into your cunt. It wasn’t like you weren’t ready, but it was as though he was harder than he had ever been before, and it made your pussy stretch wider than he had ever thought. His eyes rolled back, mouth lulling open with loud moans as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanted to fuck you over the desks when I saw you in that pink skirt and white tank top, wanted to fill your pretty cunt with so much cum you could taste it.”
The thought made your eyes roll back, nails scratching down his chest with a loud whine. You never thought a virgin like Ethan Landry would be so filthy, just like you, with a breeding kink you needed almost to survive.
“Ethan! No, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You begged for the first time that night, whining loudly as you pulled him closer with your legs, not letting him pull out to pump himself. It wasn’t like he needed to, your pussy was tight enough, but he needed to slow down just a bit so he wouldn’t go painting you insides white like he wanted to.
“Y/N, please! Please, I need to cum inside of you, please! I promise, I’ll be a good fuck toy for you, I’ll pump you full of cum as much as you want, I’ll fuck you anywhere and everywhere and have it leaking out of your skirt and through your pretty fucking panties- holy shit!” He screams out as you pulled him down, kissing him for the first time that night.
He whined against your lips, tongue pushing into your mouth, desperate to taste you as your nails dragged along his back. “You’ll be a good pussy slut for me? Someone I can fuck whenever I want? Hm?”
He nodded desperately, whining. “Yes! Yes, I’ll always be hard for you, I’ll fuck you wherever you want!”
You giggle, holding back a loud moan as you dig your nails into his back. “Cum inside, Ethan, please. Please, and I’ll make sure the rest of the night is one you’ll never forget.”
Dark!Ethan x reader with Ethan having his way with drunk reader in a dark alley with his ghost face costume on. He’s had a crush on her for a long time but she rejected him. She’s also apart of the Woodsboro group.
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content: noncon, dark!ethan, fem!reader, public sex
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you were lost, ending up on an unfamiliar street as you searched for ethan. you were drunk and nauseous, vision muddled from the alcohol and exasperation as you swiveled your head from side to side too quickly. you groaned, feeling tears fill your waterline.
you felt terrible, regretting the drunken words as soon as they left your mouth. you were used to playing into his little crush enough to keep him close, unable to bare losing his friendship. but after all this time, he had finally confessed and the atmosphere on top of being intoxicated had you revealing your true feelings, a little harsher than you would without the drunken confidence. he had rushed off, an unfamiliar look gracing his features that had guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. you followed after him seconds later when your legs caught up to your compromised brains demands.
your mission was to find the ghostface, ethans last minute costume change but ghostface was everywhere. the masked killer was the most popular costume of the year and the streets were crawling with replicas. you dropped your head into your hands, sighing as your palm caught your dwindling tears.
you picked up your head as they stopped, determination overtaking the sadness as you glanced around again.
your gaze skipped past a shadow in the alley, mind barely registering the slight wave. you looked again, using your full attention follow the movement of the masked killer but his hand didn't raise itself again. you furrowed your brows, confident steps propelling you towards him as he stood perfectly still.
"e! there you are," you stood before the shadowy figure. "i was looking everywhere for you," you slur. "look... im sorry about what i said... i didn't," you sighed and lifted a hand to rest it on the stranger's arm, swallowing, "i just don't feel the same way."
moments of stillness followed, breathing from the man even but labored. he was tall, broad and intimidating. you stared into the empty eyes of the mask, slow thoughts of discomfort making your brows cinch again and your muscles tense as you kept your hand in its place. they alley suddenly felt darker.
"you're not ethan," you whispered, taking your warm hand off the cooled cloth-covered bicep. "sorry," you murmured.
he caught your wrist, slow steps pushing you towards the bricked wall. it was cold against your bare back, briefly clearing your mind and letting a dull panic sink in. "i need to find my friend," you said, pushing against the body that only seemed to get closer.
you could feel his heartbeat that thumped almost as harshly as yours. you shifted your shoulders as his touch ghosted up the sides, a slim finger trailed up the side of your neck until it reached your face. his gloved hand slit around your chin, strong grip squeezing your cheeks together. you stared at the menacing mask with wide eyes as a knee forced itself between your thighs and the empty hand on your side slithered to the apex of them. you jolted and turned your head, a strained protest forcing itself out.
the cloth pushed at the lace of your skimpy underwear, tugging it down until the strain stretched the fabric enough to dig painfully into the flesh of your thighs. you felt dizzy, tears working their way to the corners of your eyes again. your arms pushed but it has no effect, your nails tried to puncture the costume but you were no match. the rough feel of the gloves added to the sensation on your sensitive mound, making slick leak from your hole.
"stop," you mumbled, "i need to find, ethan."
you couldn't hold back the moans at his ministrations that grew rougher and quicker as your knees tried to close around his. your eyes were shut tight, hips rolling against his palm. you stiffened when a warm, hard, probing replaced his moistened glove.
you were shoved back forcefully as he slammed into you, his hips pushing against yours as if he wanted to be deeper. you hissed, sliding your hand up to his shoulder, "no, wait."
he didn't, harsh, desperate thrusts colliding with your throbbing cunt. you whined, tears slipping as you shoved his shoulder. the mask stared blankly at you, erratic grunts and groans distorted by the barrier.
your panties snapped when he lifted your knee to adjust his angle. your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't help but lean against him, "need to find..."
"are you looking for me? huh?" you whimpered as he sped up. "you're looking for me to break my heart again? no, i won't let you."
you were stunned, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to squirm away. "e, w-what are you doing?" you slur, tightening around his persistent movements. how could ethan do this?
"you'd let some random guy fuck you in the middle of an alley after you broke my heart? you'd whore yourself out like this?"
even you weren't drunk enough to think this encounter was anywhere near consensual. you whimper, "no, no, i didn't. was looking for you..."
"yeah, for what? to make me feel better?" he pulled the mask off, his hard, eyes boring into yours. the head of his cock hit a spot that had your eyes rolling, a shiver running up your spine and your walls clenching, "look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me."
hi sorry to ask but do you mind writing about more about Dave Lizewski (I think that’s how u spell it?)
✎ᝰ subby!needy!dave x reader
Before you two even dated, he would follow you at night from a distance and watch you through your window. If someone else saw it in any way they wanted, they’d think he was stalking you. Which wasn’t the case.
He would hurry up with any work needing done with the new weapons that were going to be used for the next mission and ran out the door just in time to see you get ready for bed. He had done this for months before you asked him to come over to do the project your teacher assigned you to do, leading on from there.
He hated that class but always seemed to be passing since he really had no one to talk with to get distracted with the work. Once he started talking to you more in that class, he would slip with his grades and even got into a small argument with his dad over him failing.
The morning after the argument with his dad, he felt so upset with everything, giving attitude towards everyone including his teachers which almost made him getting sent to detention—even though he was completely unfazed with the security guard taking him to the office after Dave insisted that he wasn’t going to do the work. Which that even got him more upset because his dad had to come in and have a conference meeting with the assistant principal. Around lunch time he sat across from you which made you ask him, “everything okay?”. He just shrugged his shoulders, which slight pissed you off. You went about your couple minutes left for lunch by eating you homemade pasta you have packed for the two of you—which he didn’t eat since he had been daydreaming on how he would get back at his teachers and father— you up from your small bento lunch kit bowl and see him staring down at a random stain on the table. You were so confused but mad that he didn’t even give an explanation.
He walks you to your next period after lunch was over but stayed quiet the entire time and just made small hums when you would ramble about your day.
He could never be mad at you but he would get quiet and just mumble little things to make sure you know he was listening. You fixated your for eyes up towards his hooded ones, “did you get enough sleep, baby?” you ask him while running your thumb across a small part of his forearm while the rest of your hand is wrapped around his left arm.
Walking towards his last period of the day, he gets pulled into an empty classroom and gets pinned to the wall, whatthefuck?
He sees you with your arms crossed and with a pouty look, making him smile a little. “What’s up with you?” He asks, trying to keep his act. Which only made you even more mad but you decided to take that to your advantage since apparently we are acting what we aren’t.
“I missed you . . so much in class, baby.” You say, voice getting softer with ever word as you slowly get on your knees. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you, getting the hint on what your going to do next. “Yeah, can I show you how much I love you?”
He just nods— pissing you off already with the ways he keeps trying to push his act even further— watching you pull his pants along with his briefs as you pull it out. He slightly groans as he watches you tease the tip then slipping his cock into your mouth. “Mmm— keep going, baby.”
Head game was so strong he felt his hips stutter while trying to shove more of him deep inside.
As soon as he says that, you pull him out your mouth— making him furrow his brows in confusion— looking down at your naked figure which just made him hard all over again as you watched his tip get a dark red shade and his cock bolt up again.
“W-why did you do that I thought-”
“What? You thought what, huh, that you were gonna be able to cum in my mouth with how filthy yours was when I asked if you were okay? No sweet boy, you don’t deserve anything. Especially after being so rude to me, you should feel bad for the way you acted towards me.”
You get off your knees and fix you makeup— all smudged from the amount of sucking you were doing which made everything come off— he watches you look at yourself in your small mirror while he’s leaned back against the teachers desk with his cock still out, giving it small strokes while he watches you.
“I never meant any of that, I was just…eing a dick and I’m sorry but please do something,” he says with those little whines he always makes at the end when you tease him, clearly referring to his little problem.
“Fine but we do this my way. Starting off with you on your knees this time.”
He must have heard you talking in some sort of secret morse code manner with the way his body was completely frozen, he watches you stand still— not moving an inch to prove to him you weren’t messing around— and slowly goes down to his knees while still making eye contact with you.
He automatically feels a hard sting across his right cheek and immediately holds it, looking up at you and furrows his brows. You just look down towards him and told your head. “This doesn’t even come close with the way you acted today.”
“Why did you have to slap-” then another one across his left cheek now,”you don’t seem to get what’s going on here david.”
He slightly widens his eyes at the name, “I messed up and I know that but don’t call me by my first name you know I hate when you do that.”
You kneel down to meet his eyes and wrap your hands around his tip as the pre-cum is being used as lube, “I’ll call you whatever I want and your just going to have to deal with it just like the way you acted the way you wanted to.”
He lets out a simple hum, approving of your previous mentions. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t mad mad at you from the start, he shouldn’t even be acting like that around you.
He quickly whines and start moving his upwards to create more friction. With your other clean hand you play with his curls in between your fingers and give him a warm smile before pulling harshly at his tip and harshly on his curls.
He doesn’t say anything this time but gives you a small smile before feeling your soft lips crash with his, following your lips once you pull away, “does that feel good, baby?”
“A-amazing but I’m almost close…” he whimpers out, breathe sounding heavy and pants coming out of him. Before you could tell him how good of a job he was doing you feel hot ropes of white liquid splatter all over your hands and thighs.
He slowly gets up and pulls out his hand, helping you by getting tissues off the teachers desk. “Im sorry for the way I acted, I had no right to put my anger out on you..even if I was just ignoring you, it still wasn’t right of me.”
both inexperienced!ethan x reader having whole fuck-business deal to lose their virginity to each other but it’s so awkward and awkward? — yeah, ethan brain rot it real.
pairing : both inexperienced!ethan x inexperienced!reader
warnings : p in v, virginity loss, mention of panicking and anxiety, unprotected sex (yeah, no. wrap it before you tap it.) no orgasm (yikes, i know.) kissing, super caring and shy ethan <3
you bite your lips hard when you enter his bedroom.
everything was all set and perfect as if he did it on purpose since you were coming to his place. — of course he would, especially after having a whole business of fucking you. — your eyes wander around while your nostrils savored the jasmine like scent that filled the room, even the bed was neatly folded.
ethan on other hand rubs his sweaty palms together, clearing his throat that caused you to slightly jump. his “shit, sorry.” doesn’t get unnoticed by you before you give him a soft yet nervous smile.
the room is so awkwardly quiet making ethan wish he could just disappear out from your sight. the panic from days before still dwelling in his gut. what if i screw up? he can’t help but think.
“are you thirsty?” ethan calls behind you, voice cracking slightly.
your ears are red, skin tingling just with his deep voice asking if you were thirsty. you give him a soft shake before muttering, “no?” as a question.
you carefully swing down your bag to the couch of his bedroom, bending your knees a little and ethan almost groaned at your posture. you’re so fucking hot.
“you can sit down.” he breathes out a chuckle, sensing your nervousness which was also making him extremely nervous. his voice was too calm but in reality, ethan just wanted to run to his bathroom and throw up.
you take his order, collectively taking a seat on the small sofa and checking your surroundings.
the room was pretty, posters of some band he liked plastered to his wall, you gulp when your eyes land to the clean bed. you were too distracted to even notice ethan was now sat beside you, his right leg bouncing due to the anxiety.
“so,” he began. “you kinda freaking out too?”
you bite on your cheeks, giving him a nod and murmuring a firm “yes.”
ethan quick breathed out strong, clearing his throat and running his hand through his brown curls. “good, it’s not just me then.”
the air was again back to uncomfortable shape of silence. you looking the other way and ethan doing the same to avoid your eyes. jesus christ, when is this going to end?
“uuh,” he was the first to say something again, “before we do it i just want to clarify something.” he brings himself to face you. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to do this because you just agreed the other day.” you give him a blank stare and ethan mentally cries.
“i mean, you can back out if you changed your mi—“
“no, i want this.” you suddenly say and watch the scared man’s mouth twitch for a smile. “i want this too.” ethan agrees, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
this whole situation felt surreal, ethan does not want to disappoint you. he wants to make you feel good and he will of course try to do his best with what he got to watch on hubs and sites.
“thank you.” you manage to say and ethan raise his brows slightly confused. “for checking if i’m having second thoughts y’know.”
ethan softly smiles before taking a deep breath, nodding and getting on his feet to offer a hand out to you.
you swallowed hard, feeling the tip of your fingers and toes going ice cold, you take his hand. this was really going to happen.
he held onto your hand gently and led you to his bed. his brown eyes still on yours, ethan licks his lips not knowing a single fuck to do right now. so, he clears his throat for the thousand times.
“you can still… change your mind,” your inside twists, you don’t want to have a second thought. you don’t want to be a geeky virgin anymore and so does ethan, why is he offering you a gate to leave?
“i want this, e.” your eyes meet. “but if you’re having second t—“
“what! no- i mean yeah.. fuck, no. i want you.” you flinch at the sudden outburst. “i want this too.” his hold tightened on your hand as if he’s getting through a mental crisis.
you can hear your heartbeat in your ear.
ethan then starts to lean close to you, brining his face close to yours until his soft lips were ghosting yours. it felt like you were trembling and he could sense it, and now when your lips finally met, you felt his breath hit your skin shakily.
you can’t help but find a small sense of comfort when you heard his breathing. ethan was freaking out as you.
ethan let go of your small hand and gently placed them on your hips while yours came to his broad chest and lightly slid to his shoulder. trying to deepen the kiss, ethan nudged your nose by his, pushing into your mouth slightly harder.
slowly, his hand crept to your lower back, large hand fisting on your shirt like he wants you out of it. ethan pressed you closer to him, your tits flush and kiss deepening.
you, yourself wanted the distance between you both to disappear and so, you wrapped your hands to the back of his neck and held him close. but, it was short lived when you felt his body literally stir which caused you to take a step back.
“sorry.” he put some space between you both.
ethan began to unbutton his shirt while you took sign and pulled on your top. you were so slow, waiting for him to get completely bare so you can at least feel less stressed and do it after him but ethan was painfully slow.
ethan wanted you to look at him, look at him when he discarded his cloth but he knows you’d probably freeze at your spot if you knew he was staring at you.
both of you were now standing in front of each other, undergarments being the only fabric that’s covering you two.
he was left with his brief, his undershirt and pants on the floor. your eyes took the sight in front of you. ethan was big than you expected, his clothes coving his broad shoulders and defined muscles.
your eyes involuntarily traveled down to where something poked on your tummy when ethan pressed you close to him while kissing you.
as if you were hit on your gut, something tightened in you, causing you to cover your eyes and get to your sense. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! so sorry!” you apologize.
if he wasn’t catching up, ethan knew no fuck on what made you say sorry about but he knew and he laughed. your reaction was adorable, along with the reddening skin of your neck and cheeks.
“hey, it’s okay.” ethan’s breath hitches for a moment. he takes a step towards you, uncovering your eyes by taking your hand off your eyes. “want to keep going?” he asks and you just look away before giving him a quiet hum.
he’s definitely about to lose it.
this time, ethan sat himself on the edge of his bed before hiding you to follow his actions. the more his eyes scanned your body, the more ethan felt his cock twitch. he leans to capture your lips again, much softer and gentle this time. he smiles to your lips when your teeth clink.
your body was being pushed to the mattress, ethan easing you to get to the middle part of the plush. you both were still kissing, soft hum leaving ethan’s lips when you whimper and your hand comes in direct contact to his skin.
pair of lungs burned and the demand for oxygen won and so, the curly head leaned back and sat on his knees, already comfortable and very much feeling hot between your thighs.
the briefs was now too tight for his bulge to be restrained.
“i, uh,” he took a breath in from his nose. “i think i should take this off now?” if was as if he was asking you and ethan never wanted to punch himself right this moment. fucking pussy.
“yeah.” you only swallow, not really knowing what to do or say, so you just turn your face to the side and close your eyes. he wanted to take his briefs off so you’re gonna let him do it with no awkwar–
“can you stop that?” ethan suddenly says and you frown your brows before turning to face him. “stop what?”
“stop looking away, you’re making me nervous.” it was true, ethan was literally sweating. “would you rather i stare at you while you…get naked?” if it makes it slightly better then fuck yes! ethan wanted to say so bad but he just stood silent and hooked his hand to his waistband to pull and discard it down.
your breath quickened, eyes staring at his while his bored to yours. he then gout out off it before throwing it behind his back and leaning to hook his fingers to your panties.
you both did not need to talk or say anything, you just gave him a nod for him to tug it down and remove it from you. uncovering you for him bare.
the light squeak your throat made almost had the boy on top of you jump out of his own skin. “what? what’s wrong?” you found how he protectively put his hand on your hips very adorable. “no, i’m fine, it’s just– cold down th-there y’know.”
oh.
oh.
“do you want to keep going?” ethan asks again.
“yes.” he nodded at your word, separating your knees and laying on top of you. the way his touch brushed all over your sensitive skin made you shiver and inhale sharp. “okay— are you ready?” his breath was ragged and you swore he was literally trembling above you. ethan can’t help but mimic your actions and nod with you when you give him a consent.
he kept his eyes on your face the whole time when he guided himself in you, so he’s well prepared to stop if you show a hint of discomfort.
you, under him, cinched your eyebrows when you felt a pressure surfacing inside you and every time ethan worked himself on top of you, it became heavier and heavier. the curly-head was heaving, he didn’t want to hurt you so he was trying to be as slow as possible.
your nails dug into his chest, gritting your teeth and taking deep breath to stop thinking about the aching down your cunt.
you heard the first time would hurt, it will of course differ from people to people but your tight muscles did not choose you this time because this shit stings like a bitch. why the hell do quinn or other girls go crazy about this?
“you alright?” a familiar voice brought you back to reality, where your legs are spread open and ethan was still not even bottomed out. “yeah,” you half-lied. “i’m okay.”
ethan was breathing fast, not knowing if he’s supposed to tell you you feel so good or just kiss you. he just focused again, blinking rapidly and locking eyes with yours which was solely glossy with tears he bit on his lips and pushed flush against you, completely bottomed out.
your shin of cry and hiss grunt officially surfaced over his bedroom. this was it, you two were not geeky, stupid virgin town nerds anymore.
ethan pressed his forehead against yours, breath labored and eyes hazy. this feels so fucking amazing. he stayed there for a while, at least until you tapped his torso and cleared your throat. you’re trying to suffocate the sinful sound inside you but the man pressing you down was not it.
ethan whimpered lightly, bracing himself up and watching your flushed face. your lips were parted up, brows furrowed, with every slow thrust, every sigh sipped out of you.
the feeling was uncomfortable at first and ethan felt way too heavy and thick inside you. your cheeks were pink, the bridge of your nose rosy as well.. you’re so cute. and when you did not look like you’re in pain anymore, ethan pulled before thrusting all his way inside you.
you moan.
you moan and ethan feels his spine turn cold with chill.
god, he needs to hear more of that. more of you.
self-control slipping away, ethan felt his hips pick its own pace and started to fuck you senseless. you suddenly wrapped your arms on his neck, pulling him down and causing him to fall onto your covered breast, a huff leaving his lips. ethan was confused and about to pull back until he felt you shake your head.
“no, please no.” you whisper to his chest. “i don’t want you to watch me li–“ he cuts you off, pulling himself up with force that he almost brought you up with him. “i. want. to.” he says before his eyes land on your soft pink, matching with your panties he just threw away bra.
one arm still supporting his weight, the other crippled up to your top and pulled on it slightly.
his forehead was sweaty, no, his whole body was about to drown. while still his hips continued to fuck you, his hand unclipped the hook of the bra. “e.” you whine, “e?” ethan asks, biting on his lips to stop himself from pressing you to the bed. “ethan, please.” you plea to which you have no reason to but the sound and moans escaping you was hard to stop.
the name you just gave him was enough to drive him wild and ethan started to push harder that your body was sliding up to the mattress and the headboard slamming with the wall making a loud sound.
you felt unfamiliar bubble building in you and brought your hand to his chest. it still was stingy but you wanted to keep feeling his deep strokes. not until a sudden pressure swelled inside you.
“wait.” you said and it fell to deaf ears at first. “e, wait. hold on.” with every thrust ethan gave you, the pressure was getting heavier and very discomforting. if it wasn’t your legs tightening against him and being a barrier, you knew ethan would have just fucked himself in you shamelessly.
“shit, what’s wrong?” he was quick to halt his pace.
“something wrong? did i hurt you?” he was checking for any signs on your face but you just gave him a hesitant push on his abs. ethan understood something was up and you wanted to stop and so, he completed ceased moving.
“want to stop?” he was out of breath.
“i think so?” you say with a questioning manner. whatever this stupid heavy shit was inside you? you couldn’t handle it anymore. (you were about to orgasm)
ethan smiled before pressing a reassuring kiss on your forehead. “alright, we can stop.” your heart doesn’t miss a beat nor forget how your chest tighten when he kissed you on the head. you two moan and hiss when ethan pulls out completely before rolling over and laying next to you.
it was silent for a moment, shallow breath and the sound of ethan swallowing his spit filled the room.
“i didn’t hurt you too much, did i?” he asks.
oh so he noticed how you were on verge of crying. “no..well kinda.” you lay flat on the mattress, head turned to find him doing the same by staring at you. “thank you.” you suddenly say, “for listening to me.” ethan knits his eyebrows, confused with what you said before it hits him.
you’re thanking him for listening and stopping.
ethan just gives you a tight smile, coming closer to you while he’s still sweaty and naked. taking you to his arms. “and thank you for wanting to sleep with me.” he murmurs which causes you to let a soft laugh out and hum. “me too honestly.” you tiredly reply.
it’s not surprising how you both are calm right now, well because it’s obvious once you two come to the right state of your mind, it’s really going to be awkward and weird for a while but screw it. you two just fucked and it’s okay, you are friends.
it was just a casual hook up, both geeks losing their virginity and nothing special— it should have been special —so nothing serious is gonna happen after this, right?
you close your eyes at the the thought and decide to just rest a bit.
ethan on other hand nervously licks his lips, heart swelled with the fact you’re comfortably laying in his chest and low-key praying you’re not noticing how his heart was beating so fast because of you. he wishes this can actually happen one more tim—
what? hold on right there. no, wait— wait. yeah, no nothing is gonna happen between you two again and he was going to make sure of that (which of course he’ll fail terribly.)
i seriously did not notice how it got to 2.8k words — like + reblogs are very appreciated and not pressured! mwah **
↳ warnings : nothing much but pure fluff, insecurity, comfort
↳ summary : after a long year of filming for scream 6, you, jack, and the other cast members decide to take a trip to one of their beach houses along the coast. you two spend some time together on the beach, only for him to end up confessing his love.
↳ a/n : hey guys!! sry its been a while, but i would really love if any of you guys dropped some requests!!
"okay okay!!" jenna screamed as she looked around at everyone. "there's gonna be two cars."
she started naming everyone's assigned seats (just for fun), but you weren't paying attention. you were paying attention to jack. he was there in a little puffy jacket, since he got cold so easily.
his curls looked perfect that day. but not like they always were. you loved his hair. sometimes you just wanted to hug him so tight and mess around with his curly hair.
"and in the backback seat is gonna be y/n and jack!" jenna gave you a smirk.
she knew that you had the biggest crush on him ever since you two started filming. you were his 'love interest' and the directers told you that you guys had to spend quality time together.
but you and jack enjoyed each other's company, without any of the directors orders. sometimes you thought that jack liked you, but you were just too delusional.
you nodded as you walked over to jack. he looked and smiled back at you. now it was his turn to stare.
jack liked you for forever. he started liking you when he saw a movie that you were in. he was practically in love with you. in his eyes, you were basically the only girl living.
but he didn't know how to show it.
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jack insisted that you went into the very backseat first. your tummy flustered at his action, but he was just being a gentlemen you thought.
the backback seat was very tight for some reason. so now, you two were basically squished. it wasn't awkward or anything, you two were very close.
"hope your not claustrophobic." you laughed.
his face looked like he was gonna puke, "now i am because i'm next to you." he joked.
you opened your mouth, about to say something, but he covered your mouth with his hand.
he could feel your cheeks burning through his palm, and he smiled softly at the expression and feeling. he patted his lap.
"cmere.." he said softly. "it's gonna be a long drive."
you rolled your eyes playfully. "dude the drive is an hour."
he chuckled softly. "so? lay down, cus when we get there i'm throwing you into the ocean."
"cant wait for that." you said as you laid your head down on his lap.
he was honestly so comfy, and so warm. he smelled good too. he was surprised at his own demand of making you lay down on his lap, but he wanted more.
he laid his hands down on your head and started to massage your scalp. you adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, trying to avoid him seeing your face completely red. the others in the front and other back were too busy talking to notice. but jack liked it. he liked being alone with you, just the two of you.
you eventually dozed off to sleep, and jack did too. his hands were now placed on your waist and shoulder, keeping you safe and secure, even though no one was there.
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"cmon sleepy head." jack teased as you stumbled of the car.
everyone finally arrived to the rented beach house in time. the house was just in front of the beach, the type where the backyard door just led to the ocean and sand.
"i'm weak jack!! i'm done forr.." you groaned, pretending that you bag weighed 1,000 pounds.
he rolled his eyes and ran over to help you. he grabbed the strap of your backpack and lifted it up with no effort.
"the hell?!" he laughed.
he heard you snicker in the back of him. "you little liar!!" he grabbed your waist and picked you up.
"jack!! what the heck-" he put you over his shoulder, "oh my gosh jack if you drop me!" you screamed playfully.
"i won't" baby. he almost said it. he practically thanked the gods that he stopped saying what he was gonna say.
you gave up your efforts of trying to get down. but deep down in your heart, you really enjoyed being so close to him all the time. first the car ride, now this? it had to be a dream for you, but you always were overthinking. jack was just being a good friend. nothing else.
but it wasn't like that in jacks case. jack adored you. his eyes were only for you and forever for you. he would practically worship the ground you walked on. or he would paint every sunset you saw. he really hoped you felt the same way.
after everyone got into their rooms, you and jack started to unpack. the room was a good size, and there was one big bed.
"can you unpack fasterr??" you begged as jack folded every single piece of clothing.
"patience y/n.." he laughed inside as he saw that all you wanted was to go to the beach.
everyone was already unpacked, and they all decided to order panda express and play mario kart. but you nor jack wanted to. you begged him to go to the beach with him and watch the sunset.
he folded his last hoodie and he closed the drawer. "done!" he sighed, seeing a big grin on your face.
"finally gosh." you looked at his outfit.
you were already in your bikini. it was jack's favorite one, but you didn't have to know that. it clung your body so perfectly. sometimes jack wished that you saw yourself in jacks eyes. so beautiful.
"what?" he stared confused.
"where's your bathing suit?"
"oh! yeah." he grabbed the end of his shirt and took it off.
youve seen him shirtless before at the pool parties, but boy he was mesmorizing. his abs were toned so perfectly with his skin.
he caught you staring, and he couldn't help but turn a bright shade of pink. he cleared his throat. "my eyes are up here.." he teased.
you blinked before meeting his gaze. "i just zoned out jeezzz, don't worry, those crazy fan girls will take you all for themselves." you rolled your eyes playfully
"hmmm but what they don't know is that theres a special someonee." he hummed.
you gasped. you tried to pretend that you didn't like him, so he could spit out his crush. theres a part of you that was praying that it was going to be you.
"whoo?! who is it who is it." you started to punch his chest softly.
"stop-pp-" he giggled, since he was so ticlish. he blushed strongly again.
"let's just go to the beach you little baby." he ruslted you hair.
you rolled your eyes, "finee."
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the sunset was beautiful tonight. jack thought for a moment. for some reason, whenever he saw a sunset, he thought of you. you were his sunset. his light.
he turned to you, seeing the colors of the sky through your pupils. you turned to him and met his gaze. you two held eye contact for which seemed like forever, until you heared a two shrieks.
"o-m-g!! jack champion!!" some two girls near you and jack's age came running offer.
"that's me..!" he said as he cringed to himself.
he looked a little uncomfortable. he was. a perfect moment with his girl ruined. well, in his mind you were his girl.
"can we pleasee take a photo with you??" they begged.
before jack said yes, they both gave you nasty looks. jack noticed their gaze towards you, and he also noticed you reaction. he saw that you were hurt, and that you were looking at one of the girl's bodies.
'she was really pretty' you thought. jack mustve liked her or something since he did a little pose with her, you also thought.
jack didn't though. ever since he met you, he never liked anyone else. and he knew it was going to stay like that.
after a few more pictures, they finally left. he gave a big sigh and sat on the towel next to you again. "told you." you said.
he turned, his curly hair moving along with his head.
"told me what?"
"those fans girls are gonna snatch you up quick."
he chuckled softly, saddened that you thought like that. "nahh, what makes you think that?"
"they were very pretty. perfect bodies too." you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tight.
jacks eyes turned into guilt and sadness. "well your pretty too.." he said softly.
"yeah but-" you pointed out, "how could a guy not go for girls like them? they got the whole package and stuff."
he paused, scared off what to say next, hoping that it doesn't ruin your friendship. "but maybe.." he whispered.
"maybe some guys don't want annoying girls like them."
you turned your head, finding jack already admiring you. "y/n i-" he stuttered.
why was it so hard to speak? maybe it was because he was confessing his only one true love towards you.
"i'm in love with you. and i know it doesn't make sense because were not even dating, so im not really supposed to say-" he rambled before his words were cut off with your lips.
his breath stopped before he accepted the lustfull kiss. his lips were soft, but filled with such need that hes been keeping. his hands cupped your head as you two started to learn each other's movements.
you finally pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. "your so perfect.." he whispered.
"jack i-" you gulped. "i love you so much, words can't even explain."
"words can't explain how beautiful you are in my eyes y/n. i will love you for eternity." he said.
and with that, you pulled his face towards yours for another deep and loving kiss.
summary; You and Ethan don’t like eachother at all, so why does he stalk you?
warnings; enemies to lovers, swearing, female masturbation, stalking.
wc; 2.5k.
a/n; Hi! This is the first time I’m writing for tumblr, english is not my first language so there may be some mistakes. Enjoy!<3
“You’re just trying to sound smart. There’s no way you actually like it.”
“I’m not! For your information, I wrote an essay about it for class and I got the highest grade.”
“That book sucks, it’s so confusing. I don’t get how you can like it.”
“Because it makes me feel, Ethan. Something you clearly aren’t familiar with. It’s literature, you don’t have to understand everything it says to be able to like it.”
“I don’t make you feel?”
All your friends were looking at you now. That’s not what you meant, but Ethan had always known how to take advantage of the situation.
“No.”
“Bullshit.” you scoffed, he looked so confident, so attractive.
“Shut up, you don’t-”
“Ok, guys. Party is over. Everyone go home.” Chad interrupted you, wanting to calm you both down.
You sighed as you closed the door of your apartment, you were finally home. Ethan still had you completely flustered, where did he get the balls to ask you that? But most of all, was he right? Well, to be honest, he certainly made you feel things, you didn’t know what it was about him but you were so horny over him all the time.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you walked into your room and went straight to the wooden box on your nightstand. When you opened it, you saw the polaroids of your friends the day you all went to the lake, taken a few days back. You grabbed the one Anika took of Ethan. He was sitting on a deck chair, eyes closed with an arm over his head. His shirt was’t all the way down so you could see the lower part of his abs, he was so strong, and that was a surprise to all of you, no one would’ve bet on Ethan actually being that ripped. You had enough when your eyes landed on the veins of the arm he had on his forehead.
The need to calm yourself was clear, so you took a shower. You were wrapping a towel around your body when you heard a noise, it was most likely your cat Coco playing with one of her toys, but you couldn’t help but think “What if it’s Ethan, hard and ready to fuck me?” There was no going back now in your mind, you needed to release the tension. Your towel was off in no time and you headed to your bedroom. Ethan's polaroid was on the floor, but you could swear you left it in the bed. Must’ve been the cat. The white silky sheets felt soft against your naked body, one look to the left tho and you saw another weird thing. The wooden box was closed, but you left it open. It didn’t really seem like a big deal so you enjoyed the silky sheets a little longer, with the photograph on your hand. You parted your legs, feeling the cold air brushing against your cunt, your eyes shut for a few seconds, liking the effect the small breeze had on your body. You were so eager to cum and you hadn’t even started.
You placed the polaroid between your breasts, holding it there so you could see it, see him. Your hand traveled down on your body, caressing it with the tip of your fingers. You brushed your folds slightly with them, your breath hitched at the feeling. You were so fucking turned on. Your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched. So that’s what you did, you started with little circular movements, watching Ethans arm, his face, his abs, his thighs. He looked delicious. A moan escaped your mouth at the thought of him finding out about this. Would he punish you? Another moan. You started moving your fingers quicker, almost making you throw away the photo, but you couldn’t stop staring at it. His fucking arms. Your back arched, you felt high, pleasure invading all your senses. You needed to cum looking at him, as if you were challenging him after how much he pissed you off today. You continued your movements. Feeling needy and wanting to do more, you started riding your fingers while moving them, it felt so good, so soft, so wet. You were a moaning mess when you felt the orgasm hitting you, instantly making your legs tremble. You breathed deeply, closing your eyes for a bit to calm down. When you felt calmer, you opened them again and licked your fingers, it felt dirty to do it so naturally you loved it. Your body turned to open the box to put the photo away.
(...)
You haven’t seen the group in days, you tell yourself it’s because you’ve been studying but really it’s because you feel awful. You can’t believe what you did days ago, you hate how much you actually enjoyed it.
You felt like you just proved him right when he said he made you feel, and you didn’t want to have to look at him even though he didn’t know about it.
“Come on, Y/N. It’ll be fun!” Anika said through the phone.
“I don’t know, Ani. I’m not really in the mood for a pool day.”
“Girl, it’s not just a pool day, it’s the pool day. Anika’s parents are out of town and we have it all to ourselves!” You heard Mindy say to you, you smiled. That sounded really nice.
“Will Ethan be there?”
“Why?”
“I don’t wanna see him.”
“He won’t be here, don’t worry.” She assured you.
“Ok, but I don’t have a swimsuit”
“Oh my God, don’t even worry about that! Anika has like a million of them.”
As soon as you went out into Anika’s backyard you saw Chad and Ethan playing with a beach ball in the pool. You turned to Mindy and she shrugged.
“I’m sorry, but I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you he was here. Look, he annoys me too, just ignore him,” she told you, “Anika has all her swimsuits laid out in her room. Go change and come have fun.”
You looked at the pool again, this time Ethan was looking at you too. You wanted to slap yourself because of the way your stomach flipped when you saw the little smirk he gave you. You’ve never climbed stairs so fast in your life.
An hour later, you were sitting on the edge of the pool with Tara, trying to give her some advice with Chad.
“Why don’t you go up to him? Spend some time together.”
“I don’t know how to do that without making it awkward,” she said.
“I don’t know, chicken fights?” Her eyes lit up as she looked at you, then she turned to the boys.
“Hey guys, do y’all want to play chicken fights?” Chad and Ethan said yes without even hesitating, you grabbed Tara by the arm.
“Am I supposed to play with Ethan?”
“Shit, I didn’t remember. I-”
“It’s ok,” you said. He was looking at you, smiling as if he knew you would run away, so you stayed.
You both got in the water and swimmed towards them until your feet touched the ground. Chad picked Tara up and you went to stand in front of Ethan, with the water level reaching your chest.
“Will you be able to pick me up?” you teased him, he scoffed and brought his hands to your waist, the warmth making you almost melt. He turned you around and crouched down to whisper in your ear.
“Don’t worry about it.” That was the last thing you heard before he plunged into the water to lift you on his shoulders. You won the first round despite being totally distracted by Ethan’s hands on your thighs.
“Okay, let's take five minutes off to form a strategy”
“A strategy? You don’t need-” you were cut off by Ethan’s arm bringing you closer to him.
“Sure, we’ll do the same,” you followed him to the edge of the pool, “don’t you want Tara to date Chad?”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means he’s trying to spend time alone with her and you’re killing the vibe.”
“What? No.”
“Yes.”
“Shit, I’m the worst,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, a real party buster,” you looked up at him, and when his hands slid you through the water to corner you against the pool wall, you didn't stop him.
“What are you doing?”
“No one’s looking at us,” he whispered. He was right, Chad and Tara were flirting on the other side of the pool and Mindy and Anika had been sunbathing for quite a while, so they were probably asleep. “Are you checking? You’re naughtier than I thought,” his hands traveled across your thighs, making you move your legs to stop him, but he took advantage of the movement and put your legs around his hips.
“Ethan, what the hell are you doing?”
“Why are you acting like you don’t want this?” he pushed himself against you and you clung to his strong arms looking for some stability. This had to stop, the way water was dripping down his curls, his eyes were looking into yours, his hands were grabbing your ass and his dick was against your cunt. It was all too much for you.
“Stop it,” you said, almost out of breath.
“Stop what, doll?” his eyes almost looked innocent, “you know I can feel you throbbing, right?”
“Fuck,” you moaned. He brought his face closer to yours, brushing his lips against yours while doing the same with his dick.
“This bikini looks good on you, I preferred that little thong you had on before though,” you were so ready to kiss him until you processed those words. How did he know what underwear you had on earlier?
“What the fuck? Did you watch me change?” he looked surprised, as if he didn’t expect you to notice. You pushed him off of you to get a better look of his face.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Well- No, I just guessed.” you could tell he was nervous.
You weren’t really annoyed that he had done that because what you had done was far worse in your opinion, but you needed to get out of there. Now that he was off you, you could think clearly. If you’d let him go any further you wouldn’t hear the end of it. This was your chance to get out of there.
This time, you weren’t the one that disappeared for a few days.
“Hey, Y/N. Did something happen between Ethan and you the other day? He left just after you did and doesn’t want to hang out anymore,” he seemed concerned and that made you feel bad.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You sure?” He knew you too well.
“Fine, tell him I’m ok with him being here.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, just tell him.”
Ethan started showing up the next day after that, giving you a lost puppy look all the time. You thought he was cute, but you didn’t want to talk to him yet. The power you knew he had over you scared you enough.
Today, you were getting ready for a halloween costume party, you knew he was going to be there so you promised yourself you wouldn’t drink just in case you did something you would regret the next day.
“Oh my God, are you Leia from Star Wars?” Anika said, completely amazed by yor costume. Everyone turned around to see you. You smiled at her.
“Close, I’m Padmé.”
“You look so cool!” she said.
“Wait- Why can she dress up as a Star Wars character and I can’t?” Ethan complained. He looked so cute with his cardboard knight costume.
“Because she looks sexy and you look ridiculous,” Mindy said, “now please, let’s go.”
You all started walking, the party was a few blocks away so there was no need to take the subway. Ethan was walking behind the group, he was looking at his feet, not even trying to keep up with the group. You slowed down until you were beside him, “I don’t think you would’ve looked ridiculous,” you said and his eyes met yours, “who did you want to dress up as?”
“Luke Skywalker” he told you, the corners of his mouth rising.
“Well you would’ve been a great son,” you laughed, walking faster again to catch up with the group.
“No- I mean, if I’d known, I would’ve gone as Anakin.”
“Too late now.”
Hours later, you were watching how Anika introduced him to one of her friends with a drink in your hand.
“Didn’t you say you weren’t drinking tonight?” you heard Chad’s voice behind you. You turned around, “don’t worry, he’s not the type to go after more than one girl.”
“What?”
“I’m not stupid, Y/N. You and Ethan can’t fool me, I’ve seen you two together.”
“That’s not- When?”
“I may have seen you for like two seconds that day at Anika’s pool.”
“Oh God.”
“I swear I only looked at you for two seconds, I didn’t wanna ruin it.”
“Don’t worry, we already did that.”
“Listen, he likes you. Why don’t you go talk to him?” You turned around to see him dancing like an idiot around the girl.
“No, thanks.”
“Or make out.”
“Chad!,” he laughed. “I’m going to go grab another drink. If the night ends well, I’ll have another boy to worry about.”
With that, you walked towards the kitchen and once you had your new drink, you went to the living room again. The first thing you saw was Chad giving Ethan a pep talk a few meters away.
“Fuck,” you tried to hide yourself behind a group of girls so they wouldn’t see you.
“Y/N!” You dropped your drink when you heard Ethan calling you, having to apologize to the people next to you. Climbing the stairs was a hard task to do while drunk but you somehow made it to the second floor with Ethan a few steps behind, “wait for me!”
You walked as fast as you could to the bathroom but before you could close the door, he got in and did it himself, “are you running away from me?” His cheeks were red and he was sweating.
“No, I just really wanted to pee.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled.
“You look beautiful,” he told you, getting closer step by step until your hips hit the bathroom sink and he put his hands on it, cornering you with his big arms.
“What?” you couldn’t think straight, the alcohol was making it difficult for you to process what you were doing. “Are you drunk?” He laughed.
“Yeah, you?”
“Me too,” you said with a silly smile.
“Come here, I need to sit down” he sat down on the toilet and guided you to sit on his lap. His freckles were all you could focus on, that and the way he was holding you by the hips.
“What are you doing?” you asked him, but you didn’t want him to ever get away from you.
“I know you like me,” silence was your answer. You remembered all the times you argued and he teased you, was this another joke? “Or at least I think you’re attracted to me,” he seemed unsure now.
“No.”
“No?”
“No!”
“Then why do you touch yourself looking at my photo?” You gasped, how the fuck did he know that?
“You’ve been stalking me,” you realized, and you cursed yourself because that made the memory ten times hotter.
“And you like me,” his lips brushed against yours until you couldn’t take it anymore and you kissed him sloppily, feeling his hands all over your breasts. Then you remembered where you were and who you were with.
“I don’t,” he gave you a smile, not taking you seriously at all.
“Sure baby,” he put one of his hands inside your white pants and brushed a couple of his fingers against your folds, feeling how wet he had gotten you in such a short time. When he got his hand out, you swear you could feel his dick pulsating against you, “then why are you so wet?”
