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thankful for you - grayson dolan {smut}

uGh look at him why does he do this to me 

this is so badly written i apologise but i wanted to write something and this picture gave me feels and it was thanksgiving so.. (not that i celebrate thanksgiving i’m australian) 

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This Thanksgiving, it was Lisa and Sean's turn to host since last year you and Gray went to your parent's place to celebrate. So, after days of procrastinating, you are finally packing yours and Grayson's clothes frantically and keeping an eye on the time so you don't miss your flight from LA to New Jersey.

Grayson sneaks up behind you as you fold his clothes neatly and grasps your hips in his large hands, placing his cheek against yours. You instantly giggled and moved your head away when you felt his stubble tickling you.

"Babe," You warn him, closing your eyes as you feel him kiss your neck and his hands roam lower. You both knew you guys would be very late if Grayson continued.

"I can't help it," He mumbled, pushing himself away from you and collapsing onto the bed. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Your eyes are drawn to his semi-hard cock he doesn't try to hide and you have to clench your thighs together to stop yourself from crawling on top of him and having your way with him. You have no time and you detested being late for anything.

You shake your head to rid the dirty thoughts and thanks him shyly. You'll never be used to Gray's forwardness and his need to compliment you every second, even after three years of being together. You tell him to quickly take care of himself in the bathroom as you hurry to finish.

Patting the clothes you had packed down, you zip up his suitcase and pull both yours and his towards the front door. You yell out to Grayson as you find your purse and check you have everything.

Grayson walks out of your shared bedroom with a flushed face and no sign of a boner. You ignore your needs and hand his sweater to him and walk out of your apartment hand in hand whilst the other tugs their suitcase behind.

The drive to the airport was filled with comfortable silence. It was too early in the morning and both of you didn't particularly feel like making small talk.

You arrive and look for Ethan, who sits at a cafe with closed eyes clutching his coffee in his hands. "Tired, E?" Grayson comments with a chuckle, pulling your chair out for you before sitting on his own.

"Shut up," Ethan instantly slurs, sipping his coffee before weakly grinning at you. "Hey, (Y/N). How are you?"

You laugh, cuddling into Grayson's side. "I'm fine, Ethan. How are you?"

Ethan rambles on about how thankful he is for coffee and other random topics. Time flies by and before you know it you're walking through the airport in New Jersey.

You find Cameron barely awake in one of the chairs and are too late to warn her before Grayson and Ethan pile on top of her, shouting in her face and breaking the silence. You blush as you see everyone in the airport look your way.

"Idiots!" Cameron punches the both of them, walking towards the exit. "You scared the shit out of me!"

The car is filled with laughter as everyone catches up with each other. You can't help but stop and admire the scene in front of you. Ethan is dancing to the radio in the front seat, his body intentionally bumping into Cameron as she laughs and yells at him. Grayson sits in the backseat with you and records everything, messing with both of them at the same time. This. Them. They are your family.

Grayson notices your quietness and puts his phone down, grasping your hand with concern. "You okay, baby?"

"I'm amazing, Gray. I love you." You grasp his face with your hands and kiss him. It takes him a second but he kisses you back, pulling you closer gently.

"Guys, seriously? That's disgusting. Cameron, tell them to stop!"

You watch as kids run around the backyard screaming and laughing and make sure to avoid running into them as you hold a platter of snacks. It's been a few days since you, Grayson, Ethan and Cameron arrived. The house had been loud already with just Ethan and Grayson being them usual selves, but now, since all of their family are over for Thanksgiving it's even louder but you didn't mind, you loved each and every single one of them.

You move back inside and tried to find Grayson. After looking for a bit you found him in his old room laying on his bed quietly. Moving towards him, you touch his stomach lightly and watch as his head shoots up.

"You okay?" You whisper, still standing above him as his eyes wander over your body. He quickly grabs your thighs and pulls you on top of him.

"I want you," He mumbles and rubs his hands up and down your thighs. You consider it for a second, before shaking your head with a pout.

"Your whole family is here, Gray. What is someone hears us or walks in?" You barely try to pull away when he pulls you down so your chest pressed against his.

"They won't," Grayson says between the kisses he presses against, trying his hardest not to leave marks.

You wanted to object, you really did, but you wanted to feel Grayson inside you even more. He's wanted you ever since the flight to New Jersey and you had refused to have sex with him at his parent’s house with them there, but since everyone was occupied and you needed him to, you finally give in. You slowly roll your hips against him and kiss his neck before moving to his mouth and kissing him roughly. His hands tighten around your thighs as he jerks his hips up, his clothed crotch jutting against yours. You moan into the kiss, pulling away to lift your shirt above your head.

He rolls you both over so you're under him and he immediately unbuttons your pants and slowly pulls them down whilst you unclip your bra and throw it across the room. Once he removes your pants he places kisses from your hip bones all the way back up to your mouth and kisses you roughly, his tongue invading your mouth pleasantly.

Grayson removes his shirt and pulls away for a second to pull it over his head before pressing his lips back to yours once again. Your hands run through his hair and tug, earning a moan from him.

"Beautiful," He whispers, kissing down your body once again. You feel nothing but love and pleasure as he gets closer to your pussy. He removes your panties quickly and shoves his face into your heat. You place your own palm against your mouth to contain your scream as Grayson eats you out roughly.

"Yes, yes, yes." You moan out. You feel his stubble on the inside of your thighs and your clit and even though it burns you can't help but feel even more aroused.

His finger enters you and your back arches off the bed, your fingers aching with how hard you're clenching the sheets. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Grayson knows your body so well, he knows how to make you scream and moan and cry. His mouth attaches to your clit and bites down gently and you feel yourself release all over his mouth unexpectedly.

He continues and holds your shaking hips down before giving you one last kitten lick and moving towards your mouth. You taste yourself on his lips and bring him closer to you, frustrated that his sweatpants are still on him and you removed them yourself. You watch as dick strains against his boxer briefs.

He pushes you back against the bed, removes his boxers and stops, admiring your beautiful naked body that lies restless beneath him. He's never seen anything more perfect in his entire life.

Grayson rests his forearms on each side of your head and kisses you gently and you feel slightly confused about his change in behaviour. He pulls away from the kiss and stares into your eyes.

"I'm thankful for you," He mutters. "So, so thankful."

You could have cried right there and then. Grayson is the sweetest guy you've ever met and you've so thankful for him too. You press your lips against his gently, hoping he got the message.

Grayson didn't want to fuck you, he decided. He wanted to make love to you. He wanted you to know that you're one of the best things in the world to happen to him if that made sense. He pushes inside of you gently and watches as your face contorts with pleasure.

You wrap your arms around him and clutch him close to you. He gradually speeds up to a pace that was pleasurable for both of you. You feel every inch of him and try to pull him as close as humanly possible. Right now, was perfect. You couldn't imagine spending Thanksgiving with anyone else but him. Grayson intertwines his hands with yours and you feel your climax brewing.

"I love you," You make eye contact with him as you squeeze his hands tighter.

"I love you too," He smiles at you before kissing you and in that second you feel your orgasm come. You bite Grayson's shoulder to conceal your moan and feel your legs shake around his waist. He comes straight after, grunting in your ear and releasing inside of you.

Your chest heaves up and down as Grayson collapses next to you, relaxing for a quick second before sitting up and picking up his clothing.

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby."

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birthday surprise - grayson dolan

requested; ‘Could I request a writing where the narrator is closer to one of the twins and the other one has a crush on you and you three have been friends for a really long time and throughout the years the one who has a crush on you starts to get insecure/jealous and tries acting more like their twin before giving up and you overhearing them talking like “She’s all yours” only for the other to respond with “Dude she has the biggest crush on you if you told me you liked her I would have told you.”’

You wake up to rays of sunlight in your eyes.

You don’t know how early it is and you don’t really want to, instead, you turn over to sleep some more but you feel a hard object against your feet.

Your brows furrow in confusion, there was nothing hard on your bed when you went to sleep last night. You sit up, looking for the source and find a pretty, wrapped up box.

You remember it’s your birthday and you smile in glee. The only people in L.A who knew it was your birthday and had access to your apartment were the twins, Grayson and Ethan. You reach for the box hastily and rip apart the wrapping paper.

Lifting up the lid of the box, you are confused and slightly disappointed to see only a piece of paper folded at the bottom. You reach inside and grasp it, opening the note up.

‘Happy Birthday (Y/N)! We didn’t want to wake you this morning since you looked so cute all curled up under your blankets while drooling all over your pillow. Be ready by 12 for your actual present! Love, Ethan and Grayson.’

You squeal with excitement, knowing today would be amazing. You reach for your phone to check the time, 9:28 am. You have plenty of time to get ready.

You shower, occasionally singing and dancing to the music playing through your phone, then you start applying your makeup. You’re in the middle of applying powder when you hear knocks at your door.

You check the time once again and see it’s 11:05 am. You hadn’t noticed the time go by. Skipping to the door, you open it to reveal a grinning Ethan and Grayson holding your favourite flowers.

You coo, jumping into Ethan’s arms as you guys were quite close. You hug him tight, laughing as he tickled you. You hop down and miss Grayson’s sunken expression as he watches the two of you.

Grayson opens his arms and you hug him, feeling your stomach twist and turn as you take in his cologne and the feel of his body against yours. Oddly, his cologne smells the exact same as Ethan’s today, which left you quite confused, Ethan had probably gone overboard with the spray and put on too much making you smell him on Grayson.

You’ve liked Grayson for years now, yet you were never able to connect with him as he always seemed to want to avoid you. This is the longest you’ve guys hugged and you can’t help but snuggle your head further into his chest. You glance up at Ethan to see him give you a little wink, his eyes glancing between you and Grayson.

After a bit, you pull back, looking into Grayson’s eyes shyly before looking back to the flowers. “Thank you, guys.”

You take the flowers, smelling them and turning into your apartment to retrieve a vase. You don’t verbally invite them in, they know they are always welcome inside.

“It’s a little early, how come you guys are here?” You ponder from the kitchen as they sit on your couch. You look at the small note attached to the bouquet of flowers and smile. You recognized Gray’s terrible handwriting with little hearts and kisses that were decorated. You pout when you realize Ethan probably made him do it and Grayson probably thought it was stupid.

You peek into your lounge room to see Grayson and Ethan bickering, nothing unusual. You finally scan their attire and see that Grayson is wearing one of Ethan’s snapbacks and Ethan’s clothes. Strangely, you had always complemented Ethan’s style - even if his outfits never matched most of the time. You recognized your favourite jacket of Ethan’s fitting nicely around Grayson’s broad shoulders.

You guessed Grayson probably wanted to switch up his style. You push the thought away and walk towards your room, rushing to get ready.

Finishing your makeup, you contemplated what outfit to wear. You wanted to get Grayson’s attention on you and solely you.

Once you chose your outfit, you tiptoe out of your room, planning to scare them. You stop once you hear them whisper to each other and you try to get closer so you could hear them.

“I saw the way you looked at her when you hugged her, bro. Whats going on?” Ethan sounded concerned, worried you guys were fighting or something.

You bit your lip feeling your heart sink to your stomach. Grayson hates you and he’s going to admit it on your birthday? You turn around to leave and sulk in your room before your hear Grayson speak.

“Nothing is— I’m fine.. don’t worry, I know she’s into you.” Hearing this, you have to physically place your hand over your mouth to muffle your gasp. “She’s all yours,” Grayson mutters sadly.

Your body goes cold. You had so many thoughts going through your head. Ethan is not the one you longed for and he can’t like you, he knows your feelings about Grayson. It almost seemed as if the thought of you being Ethan’s saddened Grayson.

Ethan’s expression is nothing but utter confusion. “Dude, what are you talking about? I don’t like her like that. (Y/N) has the biggest crush on you, she has for a while now! If you had told me you liked her I would have let you know she felt the same way.”

You can’t breathe. Grayson.. likes you? And now he knows you feel the same way. You gain the courage to walk out into the room, staring at Grayson with butterflies in your stomach. “You like me?”

His head snaps towards you and his mouth opens, but nothing but a loud breath comes out. You wait, your body shifting from side to side as you watch his eyes flicker from you to Ethan.

Ethan punches him in the leg, muttering words of encouragement to him. Grayson stands up and walks towards you, his eyes wide and skin flushed from nervousness.

“I-I do.” Gray manages to get out, watching your smile light up your face before his own does too. You reach towards him, fisting Ethan’s jacket in your hands before pulling him towards you and connecting your lips.

“You don’t have to act like anyone else with me,” You whisper against his lips, looking up at him as he blushes profusely.

He shakes his head, wanting to forget all about that and reaches back into his pocket, pulling out a small box decorated with a ribbon. Opening the box, you found a gorgeous charm bracelet you told the twins you wanted a couple times in the past. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

You hug him once again, giving him another cheeky kiss before going over to Ethan and hugging him as well, your hand going to his hair and messing it up and running away when he tries to reach for yours.

“Best birthday ever!” You scream whilst running out of your door with the boys hot on your tail, on your way to an amazing day.

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I’m literally so worked up about that oneshot you just did for Ethan like omg you’re such a great writer!!! Could I request one for Grayson now with 13, 20, and 22?

hi! thanks for requesting! we want to apologise for it being a little lengthy, if you guys want these to be shorter, let us know!

(R/G/N) - random girls name, since we didn’t want anyone to be the bad girlfriend.

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13. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

20. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

22. “Choose me”

Today is the day you and Grayson agreed to go out for lunch. Upon the arrival at a little restaurant that only a few people know about, your eyes scattered across the people that were sat and enjoying their meals.You then saw him, sitting at a small table was the boy of your dreams. You adored him and every little thing about him such as the way he smiles while he is in his thoughts, the way he bites his lip when he’s concentrating and the way his eyebrows furrow when interested in something. Grayson Bailey Dolan, you think. You are most certainly perfect in every god given way.

You were watching his every little motion, every movement til his facial expressions fell into a darkened state. You knew straight away (R/G/N) was seated with him. Grayson gets treated awfully by this girl and his fans had no idea just how toxic this girl was and loved them together. You knew the reality behind this relationship though, Grayson has too much love for all his fans to disappoint them with the truth.

Our eyes met and Grayson’s face lit up straight away. You watch him as his eyes run over your body whilst you were walking to sit with him.

“What’s good, Jimmy Neutron?” You cheekily greet him with a witty voice, starting yours and Grayson’s wordplay. You watch as (R/G/N)’s face turns sour with jealousy and annoyance and you couldn’t help but feel satisfied. That changed quickly once you watched her pull Grayson’s head in and give him what looked like a passionate kiss. You looked away, hurt and jealous only to see once you look back Grayson’s eyes open, staring at you.

You know he isn’t happy, oh, how you know. It’s you who always comforts him when she decides to take out all her anger on Grayson. It’s you who is there for him when he is stressed and struggling and she wants to take his money and spend it freely. It’s you who holds him at night when she goes out to seek pleasure from other men. It’s always been you that’s been there and it’s you who wants to be his.

You clear your throat, wanting the awkwardness in the air to just disappear. They pull away from each other and as (R/G/N) smirks at you with victory, Grayson fiddles with his hands.

All three of us started our meals, the conversation was mainly Grayson and I chatting away about our favourite things in life but most importantly ignoring (R/G/N).

“Oh, did you ever get to building that bookcase?” He enquirers, still smiling from the jokes I told earlier. I can’t help but stop to admire how breathtaking he looks before snapping out of it.

“Ugh, don’t even bring that up. I tried to build it but I just ended up with more nails in my hand than the bookcase!” The tone of your voice was nothing but frustration. You had been needing more storage for your books and you never knew how hard it would be to build a simple, tiny bookcase.

Grayson smiled, looking down and you knew he was thinking of something. “Maybe I should come over after this and help you with it? I really need a night to hang out with my best friend.”

You knew he meant no harm with those words, he didn’t know the way you felt but your heart sunk. You wanted to be more, but he was too selfless to hurt (R/G/N) and the fans like that. Even if she deserved it.

A couple of hours later Grayson and you headed back to your apartment, even though (R/G/N) didn’t approve of you both hanging out alone, Gray convinced her that nothing was going to happen and came over.

The weather was humid and sadly, my air conditioner was broken so it was extremely hot in my apartment. Even after opening all the windows in your apartment, you both were sweating and panting.

Grayson went ahead and started building the bookcase as I watched. In the middle of building, Gray took his shirt off and dried the sweat off of his neck. You couldn’t help but to bite your lip whilst studying every inch of his chest. You knew he was fit, you worked out with him sometimes, but each time you see him shirtless you get hot and tingly inside. Grayson is too lost in building the bookcase to pay attention to you, and you get the scandalous idea to take your shirt off just to get his attention onto you.

You pull your shirt off over your head and fix your hair. You hate feeling so desperate and going through this much struggle to get him to notice you was something you had never done. In the corner of your eye, you notice Grayson was looking and you felt the tiniest bit of pride.

The tension was thick in the air as you guys held eye contact. Grayson stood up but stayed in the same place with his chest heaving up and down.

You felt something in your gut telling you to make a move. You knew this is the only shot you had, as cruel as it was to (R/G/N), you had loved Gray since they met and you weren’t about to let this opportunity go.

Grayson seemed to feel the same as he moved towards you with a few steps and leant his head down, his eyes flickering down to your lips occasionally then back up to your eyes.

You leaned up, hastily wrapping your arms around his neck and connecting your lips to his. He was still for a moment, only a moment until he fastened his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as possible despite the humidity.

The kiss intensified, your tongues meeting and your hands running all through his hair whilst his hands squeezed your waist hard. Suddenly it came to a stop when he pulled back with no warning.

“I have to go,” Grayson muttered and you knew by the look in his eyes he was feeling as guilty as ever. You weren’t letting this go, though. You felt something and you knew he felt it too.

“Why?” You stopped him by placing a hand on his stomach, in which he tensed up straight after. You felt every ridge of his abs and almost got distracted if it wasn’t for the fact that Grayson was trying to avoid talking about the kiss.

“I have to feed the..” Grayson was desperate to do anything but stay with you. “.. turtles. Yes. I have to do that right now.”

“Grayson Bailey Dolan, are we going to talk about what just happened?” Your face was burning from frustration. You wanted to know how he felt and he wasn’t making it easy.

“Talk about what? There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” You snapped, watching his body flinch as his eyes closed. You covered your mouth, shocked that you had yelled at him over this.

“I have to get to (R/G/N), she’s probably waiting.” He muttered, walking towards you and bringing you to him. He placed his lips gently on your forehead as a goodbye and you couldn’t help but tear up.

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy.” You whispered and placed your hands against his chest, drawing little patterns. “I know you feel something, Gray. I also know you don’t want to hurt your fans, but how could they feel hurt when you’re trying to find happiness?”

He is silent. His breathing is uneven and you could feel him grip you tighter.

“Choose me, Gray.” You looked up at him. “I won’t hurt you, I never will.” It’s completely his decision. You don’t push him after that, you stay silent and watch as his eyes stare at the ground. You know that you’ll be hurt if he says no, but you’ll accept it and move on. Grayson needs to put himself first.

He grabs your face in his hands in an instant and smashes your lips together. You can’t help but grin, feeling joy.

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masterlist

ethan -

anniversary {smut}

sombre and sober

since we were kids

i’ve got you

until next time

anything less than perfect

grayson -

choose me

birthday surprise

thankful for you {smut}

let’s sleep forever

series: dangerous attractions

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anniversary - ethan dolan {smut}

“(Y/N), wake up..” A hand shook your shoulder gently. “Babe please get up, it’s like.. 11 and I have big things planned today!” A husky, manly voice was slowly bringing you out of your wonderful sleep. But, you decided you wanted to sleep more after the rough, eventful night you had with a special someone and ignored him.

The voice, however, continued to try and persuade you to get up. You knew exactly whose voice it was because no one but your boyfriend Ethan has that sexy, raspy voice in the morning.

He continued to whine cutely and you couldn’t resist opening your eyes once you started to smell bacon and pancakes. When your vision became less blurry, you were blessed with the cutest sight you’ve ever seen. Ethan, holding roses in one hand and chocolates in the other, with a plate of bacon and pancakes on the bedside table. Behind him stood the biggest teddy bear you had ever laid your eyes on, something that you had always wanted.

“Happy one year anniversary, babe,” Ethan said with a big smile and a glint in his eye. He brought his arms out, wanting a hug and who would you be to say no?

You jump up immediately and run into his arms, not caring that you were still naked and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms hooked around his neck. You were completely and utterly comfortable with him.

“I love you, Ethan Grant Dolan!” You finished every word with a kiss.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” He smirks, wrapping his hands around your bare waist and gripping tight whilst resting his forehead against yours. You ignored his erection that pushed up against your for the time being and gave him an appreciative kiss.

When things got a bit heated, You pulled back and played with the button on his jeans which were tight around his large bulge. “Care to join me in the shower, Dolan?” You gave Ethan a seductive smirk, watching his eyes wander from your lips to your breasts and finally to your fingers that were circling his bulge.

He licked his lips and bit them softly, before sighing with disappointment. “You know I want to, but we’ll be late, you go get your cute ass glammed up and get ready for today. I have a lot planned.”

You pouted, wanting nothing more than to have some hot and steamy shower sex with your boyfriend. “Not even for a few minutes?” You made sure you gave him puppy dog eyes.

He rubbed his thumbs against your hip bones, contemplating hard before giving in and kissing you deeply. “You know I can’t say no to your big, beautiful puppy dog eyes..” He mutters into your neck, kissing and sucking whilst walking towards the bathroom you both shared.

Ethan places you onto the counter roughly, his kisses getting rougher and rougher the more he became aroused. You shoved your hands into his hair, tugging and scratching at his scalp earning a deep groan that sent chills down your whole body.

“Ethan,” You gasped as his hands wandered over your breasts and pinched your nipples harshly. “More.”

He lifts his shirt over his head effortlessly and you watched as his muscles rippled and clenched. You placed your hands all over his chest, down his abs and back up to face to pull his towards your lips.

He started to undo his jeans before you stopped him, giving him a smirk and hopping off of the counter and onto your knees. Slowly, your undid each button before dragging his jeans over his erection and down his legs.

“Stop teasing me,” Ethan growled, his hands turning white from gripping the counter too hard. He clenched his jaw whilst watching you with dark eyes, begging you silently.

You lifted your mouth just above his bulge and breathed out heavily, making his dick twitch and his hips jut. You smirked coyly, knowing you were getting him riled up and knowing you were going to get punished for teasing him.

Hooking your fingers into his boxers, you pulled them down and marveled at the sight of him. Hard and leaking pre-cum, you felt bad for teasing him. You licked his tip gently, smiling as he yelped and put his large hand into your hair, grabbing and tugging you closer. You took all of him into your mouth suddenly and moaned, feeling Ethan thrust into your throat. The feeling of him thrusting into your mouth made you wetter instantly, wanting him down there instead of in your mouth.

Before you got too carried away, he pulled out from your mouth and turned to turn on the shower, waiting until it was ready before pulling you into him roughly and dragging you in.

Water poured over you two, making everything even hotter as your body slipped against each other. Ethan pinned you up against the wall and stopped to watch the water travel down the valley of your breasts and down your legs.

“You’re so breathtaking,” Ethan breathed out, his hand travelling down your neck, your breasts and to the place you wanted him most.

“Please,” You whimpered, parting your legs for him. He stopped his movements, watching your chest rise and fall with uneven breaths.

“Please what?” He smirked, cupping your heat harshly in one fast motion.

“Uhh- There.. touch me there..” You moaned out, placing your hands on his shoulders and gripping hard.

He rubbed figure eights onto your clit, making you tremble and drip even more. Ethan placed his face into your neck and sucked, decorating it with hickeys whilst inserting a finger inside of you.

Your back arched off of the wall, a loud moan erupting from you as he set a fast pace. You could feel your orgasm coming, and you whined loudly. “Close,” you muttered, your hips moving back and forth.

Ethan removed his fingers and lifted you up, making your wrap your legs around his waist once again and lined himself up to your entrance.

He paused, letting his tip slide against your low lips, succeeding in teasing you. “Ethan!” You raised your voice slightly, getting desperate. “Please..”

He slams into you, making you wail out and grip onto the shower wall. He removed a hand from your waist and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing hard but not hard enough to the point of suffocation.

Your eyes rolled back, pleasure overwhelming your whole entire body. You thanked the Lord for giving you Ethan, knowing no other man could ever please you like Ethan will.

The amazing sensation started to throb in your body, and you clenched against Ethan. “I’m so close, baby.” You gasped out, your hand clutching Ethan large wrist. Ethan pounded into you harder, eager to make you cum around him.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You wailed out, finally reaching your climax. All your muscles coiled and you threw your head back, your mouth open and gasping for air as Ethan finished himself, panting and grunting.

You were set onto the floor, but couldn’t hold yourself up and would have fallen if Ethan hadn’t wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“We’re so late, baby.” Ethan chuckled.

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HI! I loveddddd your first bit of writing!! Could you write any of these, 2, 5 or 16??? With Ethan please :)))

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sorry this is so long!! also disclaimer this has alcohol consumption and i know the twins aren’t of age so lets pretend they are of legal age ok

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5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

16. “Just talk to me”

2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

Tonight was a night you just wanted to forget. 

You and Ethan had planned to go out on a date for ages now, yet it usually had to be rescheduled due to how busy Ethan was. You didn’t argue, you know how important his career was to him and you vowed to never get in the way of it. Lately, however, you had gotten sick of rain checks and demanded at least a few hours with him. 

It was a few minutes until Ethan was due to pick you up from your apartment, and you were beyond ecstatic to spend time with him and to eat some good food at your favourite restaurant. Your phone rang, interrupting your sweet thoughts of tonight and you rushed to pick it up, knowing it was Ethan. 

“Hey, baby. Are you here?” You grinned, standing up from your couch and sliding your purse over your shoulder.

“(Y/N),” Ethan sighed, and immediately you knew what was going to happen by his sullen tone. He was going to bail, something that you were so familiar with it yet it still hurt. 

You stayed silent though, still holding onto hope that maybe he’d put you first for at least an hour.

“Something came up. It’s for work and you know I really wanted to come tonight, but it’s important..” Ethan was desperate to make you understand, something you had always done when he constantly had to do everything other than spending time with you. 

You kept your composure, and with a shaky breath, you replied. “Have fun, Ethan. I love you.” 

“Thanks, babe.” And with that, he hung up.

You dropped your arms to your sides and fought the urge to curl up on the couch and cry and instead changed out of your dress, wiped off all of your makeup and put on your pyjamas. 

A few hours went by and you still sat on your bed with your laptop on your lap watching Netflix. You weren’t in the mood for another movie, yet you desperately needed background noise to help silence your overbearing thoughts about you. About Ethan. About your relationship.

You come to the conclusion that you’re being stupid, sensitive, making something out of nothing. Ethan knew how much you were looking forward to tonight but he had a good excuse. 

Notification alerts bring you out of your thoughts, so you pause the movie and pick up your phone. Since you and Ethan were public, you weren’t a stranger to many mentions and comments. But you’ve never experienced this much activity.

You open twitter and try and find the reason for your sudden popularity, and it’s entirely not what you expect. You see Ethan, intoxicated, at a party having way much more fun than you were at that moment. 

Your heart sinks to your stomach. It’s okay, you think. Ethan probably didn’t know it was going to be a party. 

Picture after picture, you find Ethan getting further away from sober and closer to blackout drunk. You find fans mentioning you either apologising or saying you had it coming, a girl like you wasn’t good enough. And there it was. Multiple pictures of Ethan all over another girl; kissing and groping and looking as happy as ever. 

You throw your phone to the other side of the bed, feeling the air get thicker and hotter around you. “Photoshop,” you mutter to yourself, very well knowing it looked too real to be photoshop. 

You run to the shower, wanting to scrub the haunting feeling off of your body as if it was a substance that had been spilt onto you. You didn’t want to accept it. You wished you had made him change his mind, to go out with you for a change. Nonsense, really. You knew Ethan would always pull the ‘work’ card on you. You always let him. You were scared of being the bad guy, the one the fans will send even more hate to.

By the time you leave your thoughts, the water is cold and you silently curse yourself for staying in the shower for too long. Changing into the same pyjamas you once wore, you walked towards the living room at sat, not knowing when Ethan will arrive home but willing to wait ungodly hours till he does. 

He comes home at around 3:00am, stumbling and holding onto Grayson for support. You can hear him laughing and babbling until he is situated right in front of your door. He knows you know, of course you do, social media spread the pictures so fast even a hashtag was trending on Twitter. 

Grayson opens the door for him, avoiding all eye contact with you as he helps Ethan onto the couch. You can’t hate him, it’s not his fault entirely, but you feel so, so hurt and betrayed and angry. You stay silent, watching only Ethan with tears threatening to spill.

“Night, (Y/N),” Grayson mutters knowingly, leaving your apartment to get back to his Uber. You don’t take your eyes off of Ethan though and he does the same. He waits for you big reaction, for the yelling to start and the objects to be thrown, but none of it comes. Instead, you both sit there, feeling both sombre and sober. 

Time passes by before Ethan speaks. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything.” 

You grab your phone, opening Twitter and finding the picture you despise most in the world and show him. You watch him glance at it for a second before looking away with guilt. You don’t put down your phone, you keep it in front of you. You want him to know how hurt you are.

He looks back at you and back at the photo, before knocking your phone out of your hands and onto the floor in anger. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry I did this to you.” he curses, reaching for your face and laying his palm against your cheek. “Just talk to me,”

You feel him look at you with such love, something he doesn’t deserve to do. You can’t help but start to sob, knocking his hand off of your cheek and hiding your face in your arms. You feel him tug your closer, holding you to him. You would have snuggled closer to him if it were any other time, but now you feel nothing but pain as you pull away from him and cry even more. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

You stop crying, wiping your face to stop the tears from falling even more and look at him. You see it. You know he’s sorry, and that he was drunk. But he still kissed her, he still pulled her close, he still chose her over you.

“I want you to leave,” You did your best to stop your trembling lip and shaking voice. “Now, Ethan. We’re done.”

You got up, walking to the room you both once shared and slammed the door. You’re okay, you’re okay. You will be okay.

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46 and 14 please😁😁 I can't believe I'm already so obsessed with your writing

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46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“You little bitch! You cheated!”

Ethan’s laughter echoes throughout his apartment and you can’t help but laugh with him. Even when he cheats in almost every game you play together, his laugh was too cute and contagious to not laugh with him.

It was a normal Friday night for you guys which consisted of junk food, pyjamas, and video games. This tradition happened every Friday so you guys could catch up and relieve stress and ignore the world.

You chuck your controller at him, somehow missing him by a mile which makes him laugh even harder. Your laughter dies down as you stare at him in adoration, not knowing any other way to look at him. This boy, this beautiful and selfless boy, is the one you’ve been in love with since you were a child.

Ethan notices your silence and looks at you questioningly. You look into his eyes and decide you’re ready. You’ve waited so long to tell Ethan how you’ve really felt and know, after

You rest your head on his shoulder and breathe. You reassure yourself, even if he doesn’t like you back, you guys could still be best friends, right?

“Ethan?” You whisper, your fingers fiddling with his bracelet gently. Your heart is beating so, so fast and you start to have doubts.

“Yeah?” He whispers back, looking down at you whilst your bit you lip hard and struggled to get the words out.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” You stammered and as soon as those words left your mouth you regretted them. You weren’t emotionally ready to get rejected. Nonetheless rejected by your best friend.

Before he could reply, you got up and instantly gathered your things whilst muttering at how stupid you were and how you were sorry. Ethan, being shocked at your confession doesn’t move a muscle when you leave.

Hours later, you end up roaming the streets with your skin still flushed from embarrassment and overthinking. When you look up, you’re at a very familiar place - the pizza parlour you and Ethan often visit.

You sniffle to yourself, already missing him. Walking into the building you’re instantly blasted with the smell of delicious pizza. Usually, you would smile, but it all just reminded you of Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.

Joey, the owner walks out from the kitchen and smiles at you, “Pineapple pizza?” He questions, his eyes searching for Ethan who would always be with you.

“Uh,” You gulped, “yes please.”

You search your pockets for money and when you find nothing but a piece of gum your shoulders drop instantly. “Neverm-”

“Here, man.” A hand reaches out, giving Joey a fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

You know exactly who it is and your body freezes. Of course, Ethan would find you here. This would be one of the first places he would check for you. You clear your throat, not looking up at him once before moving to a booth.

He followed you, desperately trying to make eye contact. You sit down and hide your face behind your hair feeling awkward. You’ve never felt this way around Ethan, it feels strange and uncomfortable and you wish today never happened.

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” You plead before he could say anything and look down, your hair hiding your face even more.

“Don’t hide behind your hair,” Ethan says gently, pushing your hair behind your ear. “you shouldn’t want to.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Your voice is unusually quiet, a large contrast from your bubbly personality and happy mood you were always in because of Ethan’s presence.

Ethan frowns and reaches for your hand, rubbing small circles on your palm. You bite your lip and try to hide your smile because every time he touches you, butterflies erupt in your stomach and your skin feels all tingly and your cheeks get warm. “Why would I be mad, (Y/N)?”

“I ruined our friendship.”

Ethan leans forward the tiniest bit and you stare at his gorgeous, hazel eyes. He is everything you’ve ever wished for but you’d never have him and you fear he is about to reject you.

“Now, what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” There is not one ounce of playfulness in his voice but you can’t help feel as if he were playing a huge joke on you.

“Really?”

He nods and your smile is uncontrollable. This is real. If only you had stayed and waited for his answer, none of this nonsense would have happened. You go to apologize, but Ethan anticipates it by the guilt in your eyes. So he kisses you, his body leaning over the table and his hands resting on your neck.

You push against him, smiling in the kiss. You had finally gotten the boy you had yearned for all your life.

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