Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?
Content | smut with a bit of fluff
Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader
Word Count | 3138
Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans
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“You did not just ask me that.”
Ethan didn’t even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.
“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float.“Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”
“Get laid by me?!”
“Who else?” Victoria laughed.“It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”
You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.
“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”
You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.
“Thomas!” You shouted over at him.“Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”
“f*cking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness?“He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”
“See?” Ethan interjected.“Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”
“Idon’t think it’s a good idea!”
“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. “If you change your mind, I’m available.”
And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren’t going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan’s suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.
***
Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn’t because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn’t know what it was but you knew you didn’t like it.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.
“And what is up with you?” You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.
“I have a date!” Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. “Her name’s Paula, she’s on holiday here and we’re going to go out for wine.”
“Just wine?”
“Well, I’m gonna say, don’t expect me back here tonight.” She couldn’t stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.
“I miss dates,” you mused. “Or maybe - I don’t know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone.”
“You really need to get laid, babe.”
“Who needs to get laid?” Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.
“Y/n,” Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn’t even catch your eye.
“So does Ethan! You guys should f*ck.”
“Not you too,” you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?
“Huh?” Damiano sounded surprised but you didn’t put it past him to simply put on a good act.
“Ethan asked her to hook up the other day.”
“No way!” Damiano exclaimed. “He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?”
“Yup, and she shot him down,” Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn’t shake the feeling they knew something you didn’t.
“Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you’ve both got the house to yourselves tonight.” Damiano’s eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn’t bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.
“Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?”
You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You’d survive. Easily. You’d read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn’t even have to spend time with him. Right?
“Going out with my girlfriend, she’s in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he’s already left” Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. “So, if there’s anything you want to do, do it tonight.”
***
So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.
You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn’t mind.
The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and f*ck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.
You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren’t alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.
Ethan’s back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-
Oh.
Oh.
In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.
You told yourself ‘f*ck it’ - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan’s face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.
If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.
His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.
“Spiacente,” he murmured, although he didn’t look all that sorry. “I couldn’t help myself. I can get them sewn back-”
“Ethan, stop talking and start f*cking me.”
Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.
You couldn’t stop staring at him. Ethan’s beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.
He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you’d bend to his every wish.
Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.
“Is this okay?” He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.
At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.
Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your cl*t with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.
With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.
“I’m not going to be able to take much more, Ethan,” you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. “So if you wanna f*ck me, I suggest you get a move on.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his co*ck moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn’t been so turned on.
Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn’t even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his co*ck and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.
“I don’t think you need any more help from me down there,” you giggled.
“With you lying under me like this, I sure don’t.”
Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.
You knew you weren’t going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your cl*t once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.
He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.
“So, did it live up to your expectation?” You couldn’t help but giggle as you posed the question. “Getting laid again after such a long time?”
Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn’t expected such softness.
“It wasn’t actually about getting laid, you know.”
“Huh?”
“It was about you.”
“Okay, you’ve lost me now,” you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. “What are you talking about?”
“I… I’ve liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed.”
Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, co*cktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn’t paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.
“Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?” You couldn’t keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.
“It was Vic’s idea.” He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. “She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your…”
“Pants?”
“Heart, actually.”
You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.
“Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn’t it?” You stroked over his head lovingly. “And I’m sure not letting you go any time soon.”
