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that was the situation ethan found himself in. there was only one professor at blackmore university that taught ECON 103, and he needed this class to graduate. there was no way around it.

the moment he closed his professors rate-my-professor page he went searching for student tutors. he read flyers, asked classmates, did everything he knew to do so he wouldn't fail and risk his scholarships.

after a couple weeks of intense searching—and enough returned assignments to start getting worried—your name finally came up on his radar. you were a junior by now, and you scored the highest in the class when you took it your freshman year. everyone he spoke to told him how nice and helpful you were and how they're still in touch with you. the stars were aligning in his favor, and he eagerly accepted your contact information.

he's never typed, erased, and retyped an email more in his life. no draft felt right. he didn't want to seem too eager (he was), but he didn't want to come across as rude either. he eventually managed to come up with something acceptable and he sends it with his eyes squeezed shut.

the doomerist part of him was convinced that you'd never respond, so imagine his surprise when you replied not even an hour later.

To: you

Hey, Y/N! My name is Ethan Landry and I'm a freshman. I'm taking ECON 102 this semester with Dr. Chandler and I'm looking for a tutor. I got recommended you a lot and I was wondering if you're able to take me under your wing? No worries if you can't, though! Thank you!

--To: Ethan Landry

Hi, Ethan! A friend of mine told me you might be reaching out. Of course I can take you! What does your schedule look like? I'm available Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, any time of day. Let me know what works best for you! Also, here's my phone number so we don't have to keep emailing:

212-888-4745

ethan was practically jumping out of his skin. even through email you seemed so nice. he immediately puts your number into his phone. he begins drafting another message, to your number this time.

(212) 351 9920

Hey, it's Ethan again! Thank you so much for responding! Can we do Mondays and Wednesdays at 1:30?

Y/N

hi again! absolutely we can! i'll get a room reserved and get back to you.

Ethan (tutoring)

Thank you! I'll see you Monday!

ethan turns off his phone and drops it on the bed next to him. a deep, relieved sigh escapes his throat. a few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a new message

Y/N

our room is reserved! it's room five on the second floor.

he hearts the message.

Ethan

See you there!

the days could not have passed more slowly. it's as if the universe knew was way looking forward to this tutoring session.

monday afternoon did come though, and he could barely wait. his backpack was stuffed with paper assignments, textbooks, and notes he wrote but couldn't make any sense of.

he ended up getting to your study room twenty minutes early. to be honest, he was a little embarrassed. he probably looks too excited. it's just a tutoring session, why was he so excited about this? maybe it's the old high-school-try-hard still inside him. he doesn't really know.

you arrive ten minutes after him, your laptop, a water bottle, pencils, and some snacks to share all stuffed into a tote bag. when you first see him, you're taken aback. he's incredibly attractive. brunette cherub curls, big doe-like eyes, rosy cheeks, and quite the physique to boot.

"ethan, right?" you begin.

"y-yeah, hi," he waves shyly, "s'nice to meet you."

"did i make you wait too long? i usually get here a bit earlier but i lost track of time."

"no, no, you're fine! i like to be early."

you sit down and get situated, powering up your laptop.

"alright, where do we wanna start?"

ethan pulls out his notebook from his backpack, turning it to his most recent page of notes.

"these are from last class. it's like, i'm taking notes but i don't know what any of them mean. it's like i'm writing in a different language." he chuckles dryly. you lean over closer to him, looking over his notes. his breath hitches at your proximity.

"okay, i see where you're at..."

he could listen to you talk for hours. your voice was soft and sweet like honey. everything he wrote suddenly made sense when you put your words to it. by now his notes were completely rewritten, covered in highlights and definitions and clarifications in the margins.

when he pulled out some lowly graded assignments you were able to explain to him exactly where he went wrong. and you never made him feel stupid. after all, this professor was known for being a tough grader and an overall bad teacher. tenure is a bitch.

your tutoring sessions fell into a comfortable routine; rewriting notes and correcting assignments. you could see ethan's improvement as his grades rose.

ethan, on the other hand, could feel a crush growing. you were so beautiful, you were helpful, you smelled good, and you were so, so nice to him. how could he not fall in love? he had to start tying his jacket around his waist to hide his raging boner.

whenever his roommate, chad, was out at parties during the weekends, ethan found himself jerking off to the thought of you. he'd imagine your honey sweet voice whispering dirty things in his ears, your soft hands roaming up and down his body. he just couldn't get you out of his head. but guilt always followed. he felt disgusting, like there was something wrong with him. you were his tutor, nothing more. nothing more.

for the past few weeks you had been helping ethan write an essay. everyone in the world of blackmore university economics dreaded this essay. dr. chandler, as everyone has quickly found out, is a harsh grader.

it was, you thought, a fantastic essay. ethan was truly a great writer, and he barely needed your help. as you inched towards the due date you began acting as mere moral support. a second set of eyes searching for any spelling or grammar errors. it was truly a perfect essay.

so, when ethan showed up to your session two weeks later fighting back tears, you were a bit startled.

"hey, eth- hey what's goin' on?" your tone immediately switches to concern at the sight of hid teary eyes.

"n-nothing, i'n good. let's uh, let's just start, please."

he sits down, rummaging through his back with shaky hands looking for his notes. you decide to just rip the bandaid off.

"did you get your essay grade back today?" you ask.

ethan's breath hitches, the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back finally escaping his eyes. he sniffles and looks away from you, ashamed of being so emotional over a grade. without a word you bring him into your arms, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"hey, hey, you're good, eth." you reassure, softly hushing him.

"i- i thought i did good on it." he sobs.

"you did do good, babe. let's look at the feedback together, yeah?" you suggest.

he nods, slowly pulling away from you and grabbing his laptop. he loads up his brightspace program and finds his ECON 103 page. his finger nervously hovers over the grades shortcut, clicking on it slowly.

you scrutinize his essay grade. it was a 71%. to lots of students, this would be cause for celebration. it was good enough, passing even. but for ethan, who had spent so much time writing and perfecting this essay, this was a slap in the face. he had met every piece of criteria on the rubric. in fact he exceeded it. this grade simply made no sense. before he can get too comfortable and ready to study, you stop him.

"i don't think you need to worry about this right now, eth. let's go get some coffee instead, yeah? my treat." you offer.

he nods wordlessly, packing his bag back up with a lethargy you've never seen from him before. you took him to the closest off-campus coffee shop you could find. there was nothing that an overpriced coffee in a instagram-able cafe couldn't fix.

you grab a number card and find a seat, choosing the table closest to the window. you offer ethan a sympathetic look.

"how're you feeling, eth?" you ask.

"i don't know, i just... i worked so hard on that essay. i did everything right and it got only a barely passing grade. i don't know what i did." he confesses.

"we can get it fixed, i promise. we can have someone from the writing center look it over, and if they don't see anything wrong we can submit an appeal."

his ears perk up, relieved and hopeful. maybe it wasn't over for him.

you continue, "but we're not gonna think about it right now. we're gonna take a break from schoolwork for today, sound good?"

"mhm." he nods contently.

"so," you begin again, "what are you gonna get?"

"oh- uh, i don't really know... i've never been here before." he confesses.

"well, i think i'm gonna get the vanilla chai latte, but their iced americano is super good." you suggest.

"i think i'll get that, then." he smiles meekly. right on time, the waitress comes up to your table and begins taking your order. you each get a blueberry muffin to complement your drinks—truth be told ethan just ordered what you ordered.

"i feel bad," you begin, "we spend so much time working that i don't know a lot about you."

"oh, uh, there's not really much to know." he admits.

"well, do you do any clubs? or, like, what do you like to do outside of school?"

"my roommate sometimes takes me to his parties, but it's not really my thing. other than that it's kind of just classes, tutoring, and my dorm."

you can't help but feel a little bad. freshman year is always hard, especially so if you don't find your "people".

it turns out, though, that through sips of expensive coffee and house made blueberry muffins, ethan can be rather talkative. he knows so much about so many things, it's really quite fascinating.

"oh- sorry uh- am i talking too much?" he asks, feeling suddenly insecure.

"no, no, not at all. actually, i was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place after this? i like hearing you talk." you offer.

"really? i wouldn't want to impose." he's a bit taken aback. he's never had a girl invite him over before.

"you wouldn't be imposing, eth. i want you to come over." you reassure.

"i mean, if you don't mind." he's trying not to show it, but inside he's jumping for joy.

by now your coffee cups are empty and only small crumbs are left on your pastry plates. you pay the bill in cash and guide ethan out. it's only about another fifteen minutes before you're inside your cozy manhattan apartment. the subway ride was comfortably quiet, you and ethan sharing whispered conversations as people came in and out of the subway doors.

ethan's lips hung open as he took in your apartment. it was colorful, photographs and knick knacks covered the walls. you had incredible interior design tastes.

"wow," he whispers, admiring all of your decorations, "you're house is really cool."

"thanks," you chuckle, "a lot of it's thrifted. here, come sit down."

your shoes sat abandoned by the front door. you guide him to your couch, plush and colorful.

"oh! do you want water or anything?" you offer.

"i'm okay, thank you though." he declines.

"wanna watch a movie? i have a bunch on dvd."

"sure," he nods, a content smile painted on his face.

"what kind of movies do you like?"

"i like rom coms."

you smile, "really? most guys hate those."

you pull out your dvd of how to lose a guy in 10 days and insert it into your dvd player.

ethan doesn't know how he got here, the movie is about halfway through, your arm is wrapped around him, and his head is planted on your chest. he can feel an erection growing in his jeans, the fabric tightening around his groin. he's staying eerily still, trying his damndest not to squirm. maybe if he doesn't move, you won't notice.

that, to his dismay, wasn't exactly the right move.

"you okay?" you ask, looking down at his curly hair.

he nods, not saying anything. your gaze travels further, and that's when you notice.

"hm, that's not what it looks like." you tease.

he immediately covers his erection with his hands.

"i- i'm really sorry. i just- i didn't want to make you uncomfortable. i'll go." he apologizes, mortification written all over his face. his cheeks are beet red, and he refuses to look at you. before he can escape your grasp, though, you pull him back down.

"don't be so dramatic, eth. it's okay, it happens sometimes." you reassure.

he doesn't say anything, too ashamed to utter a word.

"i've been with guys before, babe. sometimes they happen for no reason. it's really okay."

"but this isn't for no reason..." he confesses, his voice barely audible.

"oh." you drawl, "you know, i could help you if you want."

he hesitates for a long moment. he feels so wrong for this; asking his tutor to help him get off. but your offer seems too good to pass up.

"please..." he agrees, voice almost inaudible.

you cup his face and place a tender first kiss to his forehead. you trail kisses down to his cheeks and nose, lips never breaking contact with his skin.

your lips find his, soft and warm. your kisses start light, then gentle pecks turn deeper. you climb onto his lap, hips straddling his thighs.

ethan doesn't know what to do with himself. sure he's kissed girls before—well a girl—but it was never like this. you just took control of it. of him. he's never felt quite so desired. his hands struggle to find purchase, grazing over your waist and hips as if forbidden to touch them.

your hands cradle the back of his head, brunette curls twirled like vines around your fingers. you begin grinding your hips over his groin, his erection rubbing against your clothed sex. his kisses become sloppy, replaced by whines and a jaw hung open in pleasure.

he could feel his release already building, and that small voice in the back of his mind began to panic. he couldn't cum now, that'd be humiliating. but you just felt so good against him; he just couldn't help it.

it happens without him really realizing it, the crotch of his jeans dampening with his release. once he's realized what's happened, he's mortified. he looks away from you in embarrassment.

"i- i'm really sorry..." he apologizes, humiliated tears pricking at his eyes.

you look at him sympathetically, your hands never leaving him.

"it's okay, eth. nothing to be ashamed of. it's sweet." you reassure.

he can't find any words to say, not sure if he can fully believe your words.

"do you still want more, baby?" you ask, your thumb softly petting his cheek.

he nods without hesitation, finally looking up at you with pleading, teary eyes. your hand teasing underneath his shirt.

"w-wait- what if someone walks in?" he worries.

"that won't happen, babe. my roommate's out of town for the week. she won't be back 'til sunday." you reassure.

"can we still go to your room, though?" he asks nervously, his voice soft.

all he really wants is the intimacy of sharing the bedroom. plush comforters cradling his body, lights dimmed, being shut off from the outside world. sharing all of yourself with one person and one person only. even if it was your economics tutor.

"of course, sweet boy." you climb off of him and guide him to your bedroom, holding his hand the whole way.

he settles onto your bed, head propped up against layers of pillows. you climb atop him, your lips finding his again. your hands trail under his shirt, lifting it up and revealing a sliver of his tummy.

"can i take this off you, baby?"

"please..."

you lift his shirt all the way off of him, and to your surprise, he has an incredible physique. definitely not what you'd expect from someone like him.

"god you're hot." you praise.

you trail kisses down to neck, sucking dark hickeys into his skin.

"oh- fuck-" ethan moans, tossing his head back against your pillows.

his hands find your waist, tugging at the fabric of your top. complying with his silent request, you raise your arms. he lifts your shirt up and over your head, revealing your black, lacy bra.

his hands drift to your breasts, unable to resist. he gropes them in his hands, squeezing and releasing in repetitive motions.

"fuck- need you..." he moans, his hands groping your tits desperately.

you take your hands away from him and sit up, reaching for the clasp of your bra. you unhook it, your bare breasts falling from the fabric.

his breath hitches. he's never seen something more beautiful in his life. but before he even gets a moment to feel you, you pounce on him again. you undo his belt, pulling it from the loops and tossing it on the floor. your hands stop, holding softly to his thighs.

"this still okay?" you ask.

he nods, "y-yeah. just... not used to this."

"i'll be careful with you, promise."

your hands are slow this time, gentle yet teasing.

"lift your hips, baby." you order, undoing the fly of his jeans.

he lifts his hips as high as he can as you pull his jeans and boxers down his legs, revealing his hard, weeping cock.

"oh, you poor thing. so needy f'me."

"yes, ma'am, very needy for you."

your fingers tease his inner thigh, ghosting over his twitching member.

"p-please..."

"please, what?" you taunt.

"please, touch me..."

"there's a good boy." you praise, trailing your fingers up his shaft.

he shudders, a high pitched whine escaping his throat.

"f-u-u-uck!" he cries.

"so sensitive." you coo, fondling his leaking slit.

you circle your thumb over his slit, spreading a mixture of release and growing arousal all along the tip.

"oh god- fuck-" ethan gasps.

there was a countable number of students you've taken on that you've also pictured naked. call it unethical, but who was going to know? it's not like you ever acted on it. at least, until now. with the others you were able to practice at least some sense of restraint. but ethan was just too irresistible. his big brown eyes like a baby deer, and soft curls just begging to be tugged at. no one had tugged at your groin quite as much as he did.

his hand reaches down towards yours, searching for some way to tether himself to the ground. but you swat his hand away, causing a sad whimper to escape his lips.

"just let me make you feel good, baby. don't try to run from it."

you grasp his clammy hand in your free one, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles. your other hand travels down the length of his cock, wrapping your fingers around the girth.

"i've got you, yeah? i'll take care of you."

your pace is slow, pumping him up and down in a steady rhythm.

"p-please- oh shit- need more... need t'be in- fuck- inside you." ethan pleads.

"oh, such a needy boy. don't worry, i'll give you what you want."

you take your hand away from his twitching member and unbutton your shorts. he whines at the loss of contact. your fingers hook under the waist band of your panties, pulling them down with your denim shorts. you reach for your nightstand drawer and pull out a condom.

he squirms, searching for any kind of friction to satisfy his aching hard on. you lightly smack his thigh.

"don't be impatient, eth." you scold. his eyes don't meet yours. they can't.

you keep your hand on his inner thigh, gently petting it. you pinch the condom wrapper between your thumb and index finger, tearing it open with your teeth.

you roll the rubber covering onto his cock, smoothing it out with a featherlight touch. you climb atop him again, straddling his legs.

"look at me, baby," you command, "let me see your pretty face."

he looks up at you, eyes filled with unshed tears. you cup his cheek, your thumb caressing his lower lip.

"feel ready, sweet boy?" you ask.

he nods instantly, "y-yes... need t'feel you... want this so bad."

you line your entrance up with his cock, slowly sinking down onto his length.

"fuck- so tight-" he whines.

you sink all the way down, holding still for a few moments before grinding your hips.

you bring him into a kiss, one hand cradling the back of his neck and the other cupping his cheek. the kiss doesn't deepen past soft pecks, but it lingers. it lingers for a long moment before you pull away, his lips coated with saliva.

"you're so fucking sexy." you compliment, your thumb hovering over his lips.

he plants a kiss to the pad of your thumb before taking it into his mouth, softly suckling on the digit.

his right hand gropes your breast, soft fat pudging between his fingers. his left planted firmly on your waist, moving with your hips bouncing motions. he pinches your nipple and rolls it between his thumb and index finger.

"ah- fuck!" you cry out, eyes squeezing shut. they shoot open again when his thumb presses firmly against your clit.

your mind is racing; you would've never taken ethan as someone so naturally gifted in sex. he just didn't seem the type. yet here you were, his cock spreading you open and his thumb attacking your oh-so sensitive ball of nerves.

"god baby-" you moan quietly. he hums around the digit in his mouth.

his thumb rubs your clit in clockwise circles. tears fall from his eyes drop by drop, so quickly you barely notice them. you plant a kiss to the corner of his eyes and catch a salty tear on your lips. you lick your lip, savoring the salty taste of his pleasure.

"m-makin' me feel so fuck- so good, eth." you praise.

"m'gettin' close..." he whines around your spit coated thumb.

"don't cum yet, baby," you instruct, "wait for me, yeah?"

"b-but- please." he whines.

you kiss his temple, "shh, you can do it. i know you'll be a ah- g-good boy f'me."

"i'll be so good f'you..." he moans.

he presses down harder on your clit, as if desperate to make you come. his hips jerk up into you, the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot.

you pull your hand from his mouth, bringing it towards his brunette curls and pulling tight.

"fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out, inching closer and closer to your orgasm. you can feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel. ethan's not far behind you. it's becoming increasingly harder to hold himself back.

"g'na cum, g'na cum please!" he whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"cum for me, baby. fill me up with you." you demand, your voice breathy and labored against his hair.

your voice is like a bell; his body responds before his mind has a moment to think about it. he cums, creamy white seed filling the condom and spilling back down. you follow suit, as if synchronized. your bodies are a mixture of sweat and arousal, neither of you moving for a long moment.

you kiss his head, your lips brushing against his locks through quiet words, "you okay?"

he hesitates a long moment, catching his breath, "uh- y-yeah..."

"never expected you to be so good at that," you let out a light chuckle.

"neither did i." he jokes, resting his head on your shoulder.

the silence was comforting, only filled by the sounds of gentle breathing, crinkling bedding, and the rustling of hair against skin. you'd never seen or felt something quite so soft, quite so beautiful.

ethan's voice breaks through the soft quiet, "can you still be my tutor? y'know, even after all this?"

"something like that."

only time could predict what became of you. but suffice it to say, you became much more than just an economics tutor.

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chad always saw him as a bit of a "damsel in distress." shy, never got out much, nerdy. obviously, chad had to save him from social squalor, so he took him under his wing. little did he know, though. ethan was quite clingy. he was practically glued to his side at parties, and he could see the panic build in his eyes when he so much as mentioned leaving him on his own.

yet somehow, chad never seemed to mind. he secretly enjoyed ethan's complete and utter social dependence on him. it made him feel important. needed. so naturally, when you and chad started dating, ethan needed to be part of it. it's not like he'd get a girl of his own anytime soon with how shy he was.

ethan remembers that day he met you vividly.

"hey, eth," chad begins, "my girl's coming over tonight, just so you know."

ethan's ears perked up, his mind now racing.

"o-oh, yeah man, that's cool." he says. he's not cool at all.

he starts to stress-clean. he remade his bed, pulling the sheets as tightly as hotel room bedding. he clears off his desk, aligning his keyboard, pens and books in ruler-straight lines. he shoves everything sitting on the bathroom counter into drawers, even the things that live there.

"woah, man," chad interjects, "we're not meeting the president. no need to freak out over it."

"i don't want to give a bad first impression." ethan reasons.

"you won't. i've told her all about you. she loves you already." chad reassures.

"r-really?" ethan asks, a hopeful, gleaming look in his eyes.

"really, dude." chad affirms, planting an firm kiss to ethan's temple. the kind that friends give each other. definitely. that's what it was.

when you did come over, ethan was more nervous than he's ever been in his life. anything important to chad was important to him, too. he was terrified of embarrassing himself in front of you. heaven forbid you disliked him. that would be the end of the world for him.

five knocks on the front door sent him out of his spiral, then right back in ten fold. chad immediately shot up to answer it. ethan couldn't believe who he saw. you were beautiful.

you greeted chad with a kiss to the lips.

"oh, babe, this is ethan." chad introduces, gesturing a hand to the nervous boy.

"h-hey," ethan greets, fidgeting with his hands. you make your way inside and envelop ethan in a gentle hug. he shudders at your scent, citrusy perfume and fresh shampoo.

"i've heard so much about you." you pull away just enough to get a good look at him.

"you've got some beautiful hair." you compliment. his cheeks instantly redden.

"th-thank you. you smell really good," he blurts out. his eyes widen in embarrassment, "s-sorry! was that weird?"

"no, babe. this stuff is expensive. i'm glad you like it."

once you left, it was as if ethan missed you more than chad did.

"did i make a good impression?" ethan asked.

"you did great, buddy. i'm proud of you." chad assures.

ethan's cheeks turn a little pink.

"when will she be back?" he asks.

"woah, man. don't go stealing my girl."

the next few months seem to prove the opposite effect. it's as if you've stolen ethan. you would come over just to see ethan, you'd always bring him little treats, he'd let you play with his hair.

yet, to chad's surprise, he wasn't at all jealous. it was a feeling he couldn't quite place. in the time it took you and ethan to grow close, he had more wet dreams than he ever had in his life. he'd picture you and ethan below you; you making a mess of ethan while he watched; ethan on his knees before him, those big baby deer eyes looking up at him ready and eager to please. the thought of it alone was enough to give him a hard on in his pants. he wanted ethan to be his. yours. part of us. and turns out, you seemed to have the same idea.

"y'know," you begin, "i really feel bad for ethan."

"how so?" you inquires.

"it's just... he seems like a lonely guy. he doesn't really have a lot of friends, and he's not great to talking to people. whenever he's not with us he's just by himself."

"yeah, uh, i actually wanted to talk about that." his tone is very misleading for what he's actually going to say.

"oh, chad, i'm sorry. i didn't realize. if you need me to back off from him, i will."

"no, no, it's not that. it's uh, it's the opposite actually. i've known ethan for a little while and i, i guess he's more than just a roommate to me. i don't know. but i... i wanted to ask if maybe you wouldn't mind him being apart of us. being ours."

"of course i want him to. but how do you think he'll react? i don't want to make him uncomfortable and push him away." you worry.

"he's a clingy little thing," chad reassures, "i doubt he'll have any problem saying yes."

the conversation with ethan that soon followed that was a little awkward, at least at the start. the boy was settled on the carpeted floor, head between your knees as you combed your hands through his curly brown hair.

"hey, buddy," chad starts, "can we talk to you about something real quick?"

chad really needs to work on his tone.

ethan instantly panics, "d-did i do something? if i did i'm really sorry."

ethan's voice was small and shaky, his anxieties getting the better of him.

"no, eth, it's nothing bad." you reassure, gently squeezing his shoulders.

chad sits down across from ethan.

"we've been friends a long time, and i really care about you. and i know you really get along with y/n." chad begins.

ethan's eyes are scanning chad's face hard, searching for any sign of rejection.

chad continues "so i, we, were wondering if maybe you wanted to join us. be ours."

ethan's eyes instantly well with tears. he takes a moment to free the words from his throat

"r-really? you mean it?" he finally musters to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

"oh, honey, don't cry." you lean in and gently kiss his temple.

so many feelings are resurfacing for poor ethan. all the times he didn't play at recess, didn't get picked for partner projects, didn't have a date to school dances. he never felt the soft love of a girl until he met you. you treated him with such gentleness and care. and chad was his rock, someone who made him feel safe and protected. he'd never felt more wanted in his life, and the fear of that being taken away paired with the joy of being chosen was forming a whirlpool of emotions inside him.

chad places firm hands on each of ethan's thighs, slowly rubbing them back and forth.

"i have loved you since the day i met you. and y/n has loved you since the day she met you. you are so special to us ethan." chad professes.

ethan's fully crying now, fat tears racing down his red cheeks. you hop down from your chair and engulf him in a hug from behind, peppering kisses all over his cheek.

chad liked to think that he had a pretty high libido. you proved that wrong within the first few weeks of your relationship. he'd never met anyone with a libido as high as yours, and frankly, he couldn't keep up. but the next few weeks proved that it was possible. no one could keep up with you quite like ethan did. in fact, he was almost worse. chad supposed that a lack of outlet for his sexual frustrations was likely the reason.

tuesdays and thursdays were the days ethan had no classes to attend, just simple studying. usually he would study in the library, but he grew to enjoy awaiting the return of his loves. your one o'clock class had been canceled, so you were off home early to the dorms, a spring in your step in excitement to see ethan. on your walk, a great idea crosses your mind, and you change course towards the nearby sex shop.

where there was a university, there was a sex shop. that was the unwritten law of the land. your first step in is overwhelming, a sea of silicon surrounding you. no matter how many visits you make—which you've made enough—you'll always be a bit taken aback every time you enter. you spot a wall of leather straight ahead and make a beeline for it. there were more options than you really expected. pink, purple, black, blue, spiked, studded, cat shaped. the options were really endless. but a deep navy blue collar catches your eye immediately. it just screamed 'ethan' to you, so you picked it up. at the register, you picked out a tag and engraved it with your sweet boy's name. you simply couldn't wait for him to see his gift.

a jiggle of the doorknob brings his focus away from his computer, and his face instantly brightens when he sees your face.

"you're back early." he points out.

"my class got cancelled," you state, coming over to greet him with a kiss, "i got you a present."

his ears perk up at your words. from your bag, you pull out a navy leather collar with silver hardware, complete with a bone shaped dog tag, his name carved into the metal. he looks at it in awe, his finger tracing his carved name.

"this is for me?" he asks.

"who else would it be for, baby? do you wanna try it on?"

he nods eagerly, handing it to you to put on for him. you wrap the leather around his neck, fastening the buckle at the back. with a kiss to his cheek, you pull away.

"look at you. such a handsome puppy," you compliment, "your daddy's gonna love this on you."

"thank you, mommy." he says, a content smile gracing his face.

"before daddy sees you, though, mommy wants to have some time with you."

without having to be told, ethan climbs onto his bed, the bed that he and chad had pushed together so they could sleep together every night. you climb on top of him, leaning down and kissing his lips softly. your hands find his waist, creeping under the fabric of his t-shirt.

"my sweet baby, so perfect for me."

you lift his shirt up, revealing his lean tummy, a small patch of hair traveling down to his groin.

"lift your arms for me, baby." he obeys, raising his arms above his head as you peel his shirt off of his body.

"s'cold..." he whines, his nipples hardening at the temperature change.

"oh, poor puppy," you kiss his nose, "y'wanna be under the covers?"

"yes please, mommy."

you listen, grabbing the covers and pulling them over him.

"such a needy boy. you're lucky i love you so much."

you're laid next to each other now, his head resting against your collarbone. you bring him back into a kiss, toying with the waistband of his sweats. he squirms, hoping that some form of movement will give him at least temporary relief.

"does someone need mommy's help?" you tease.

he nods, his big, bambi eyes doing all the pleading. your hand slides under the layers of fabric to free his leaking cock.

"aw, my poor baby. i'll make it all better." you kiss his head and hold your hand to his mouth. he instantly knows what to do, spitting into your hand.

"good boy." you praise, bringing your hand to his glistening tip. you cup it, your hand not touching the shaft just yet. he squirms involuntarily, still a bit unused to this kind of touch despite the amount of times he's been intimate with you. his hands grip at the fabric of your top.

"f-feels good..." he whimpers, clasping a hand over his mouth to quiet the moans growing in his throat.

"none of that, puppy. let mommy hear you." you take his hand away from his face.

your hand moves along his shaft down to his balls, gently toying with them. he squirms, hips rutting towards you.

"mommy," he whines, "wanna be inside you..."

your nails gentle trail up the shaft of his cock, no lighter than a tickle.

"such a needy boy i have. so eager to be inside his mommy."

"please?" he begs, looking up at you with big puppy eyes. you couldn't possibly tell him no.

you remove your hand from his length, much to his disappointment. he whines at the loss of contact.

"mommy..." he whines.

"shh, baby. be patient for me. be a good boy."

you lift your skirt and pull your panties to the side, lining your entrance up to his cock. you sink down onto him slowly, fully bottoming out. he whines at the tightness around him. he buries his face into your chest, grounding himself with your sweet scent.

"ready for me to move, angel?"

he shakes his head, wanting to relish in the feeling of being inside you a few moments longer. you run your hands through his hair. he looks up at you, admiring your features. you kiss the spot between his eyebrows, a small trace of lipstick being left behind.

"hi, honey." your thumb traces his cheek.

"hi, mommy." he leans into your touch, giving you a content smile.

"you're so handsome, you know that?"

"you tell me every day, mama."

"i know i do. doesn't make it less true."

"wanna now... need to feel you."

you obey, placing your hands on each of his hips, guiding them to rut in and out of you. it was slow, gentle, intimate. his whimpers are soft, just barely escaping his lips.

"feels s'good, mommy..." he murmurs into your skin.

"doin' so good for me, baby. that's it, baby, just take what mommy gives you."

he nuzzles further into your chest, hand gripping at the fat of your breast. his fingers grip at the fabric of your top, pulling it down and freeing your breasts. he latches onto your pebbled nipple, softly suckling. you move one of his legs atop your own so you can free one of your hands. he doesn't seem to notice much, his mind completely focused on your breasts.

your now freed hand finds his hair again, scratching up from the base of his head. he's never felt quite so relaxed. your scent surrounding him, the feeling of your hand in his hair, the sensation of your walls engulfing him completely shutting him out from the rest of the world, completely and utterly lost in pleasure and insurmountable amounts of love.

"are you getting close, my love?"

he nods, his hips beginning to move on their own, chasing the release building in his tummy.

"close, mama," he whimpers into your breast, "need more... talk to me please, anything. j's need t'hear you..."

"my sweet boy," you coo, "is mommy making you feel so good?"

"y-yes, mama! so ngh- so good!"

"you're so beautiful. you'll be ah- even more beautiful all fucked out, won't you?"

he whines, the knot in his tummy tightening. you give a gentle smack to his ass. you can feel your own orgasm building now.

"d-daddy's gonna fuck you so good when he gets home. he's gonna put his puppy to sleep with his dick."

at your words, ethan lets out a loud cry.

"c-cumming, mommy!" the knot inside him begins to unravel, his breath shallow and uneven now.

"cum for me, baby. come inside me." you command.

your words send him over the edge, and he shoots his milky white cum into your core. you thank your lucky stars for your iud, because he's got a lot of pent up desire inside him.

he's shaking and can't will his body to move anymore, so you move it for him, pistoning his sex in and out of you until you reach your own orgasm, the overstimulation causing his eyes to well with tears.

you take a second to catch your breath.

"did so good f'me, puppy. i'm so proud of you."

"thank you, mommy..." he mumbles with a content sigh.

"let's go take a bath, baby. get you nice and clean for daddy, yeah?"

chad isn't expected to be home for another two hours, and ethan was feeling a little restless. he wanted his daddy. he wanted his chad to make him feel good. he just couldn't wait another two hours. so you suggested he take a nap.

"i bet daddy wants his baby to be awake when he comes home, and you must be so sleepy after mama took care of you." you offer, already pulling the bedcovers over him.

he doesn't argue, slipping into the comfort of sleep.

while you work on some assignments on your laptop, you hear the door jiggle, and chad walks in, clad in a stuffy suit and backpack slung over one shoulder.

you greet him with a quiet hello and a soft kiss to his lips.

"hi, honey. how was your presentation?" you ask.

"went well. it was hot as hell in there, though. and these shoes are killing my feet."

pulling away, he spots his ethan, sleeping soundly on their shared bed. chad walks over to his sleeping form, gently petting his covered arm. the contact stirs ethan awake.

"hi, daddy," ethan greets, looking up at chad with sleepy eyes.

"hi, baby. daddy missed you." chad plants a soft kiss to his forehead. looking down, he notices the strip of blue leather adorning ethan's neck.

"what d'ya got on there, eth?" chad asks.

"a puppy collar. mommy got it for me today."

"is that so? let daddy see it better." chad commands.

ethan obeys, sitting up so chad can see his new collar in all of its glory.

"oh wow," chad awes, "isn't that pretty? looks good on you, baby."

the sight of ethan clad in a dog collar sends a jolt of arousal straight to his groin.

"thank you daddy." ethan smiled contentedly.

chad begins rubbing soft patterns onto ethan's covered thigh.

"y'know somethin', eth? daddy's feelin' pretty run down after his big presentation. how 'bout you come help daddy relax."

ethan's ears perk up at his request, and he instantly hops out of bed, eager to do whatever his daddy asks of him.

chad is leaned back on his desk chair, ethan sitting between his legs on the floor. his chin rests on his knee, awaiting instructions.

"such a good pup. you know what to do, baby."

ethan gets right to work, undoing chad's belt and lowering his trousers and boxers, freeing his erect cock.

"so big..." ethan murmurs. he wasn't lying; chad was big, about 8 inches in length and considerably girthy, with a large vein running up the shaft.

he plants a kiss to chad's tip before wrapping his lips around it. he plays with the tip for a long while, swirling his tongue around it, kissing it, doing everything to work his daddy up.

"what a little tease." chad groans. he grips at ethan's curls and shoves his head down, causing him to gag on the length.

you're behind chad now, sitting up on your knees and running your hands down his chest.

"be nice to my puppy, yeah?"

"he can take it, isn't that right, champ? you were made to take this dick."

ethan hums in agreement, bobbing his head up and down on his dom's cock.

"oh, isn't he so sweet? such a good boy for his daddy." you praise, kissing down chad's neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in your wake.

"gonna make me cum, honey." chad moans, gripping ethan's curls tightly.

"such a good puppy, isn't he? such a good little cock slut." you tease.

ethan whines at your teasing, the vibration from his throat sending a shiver up chad's spine.

with a final deep groan, chad cums, filling ethan's mouth with white, creamy release. ethan pulls away and swallows near every drop of chad's arousal, a few stray droplets lingering on his chin.

"c'mere, eth." chad commands, patting his lap.

ethan obeys, standing up and climbing into chad's lap.

"did i do good for you?" ethan asks, a slight seductive tone in his voice.

"did so good f'me, you little vixen." chad teases, gripping ethan's waist tightly.

"i think it's time somebody got his reward." you chime in.

ethan looks at chad with begging eyes.

"you can't tell mommy no." ethan chides.

without another word chad pulls ethan into a kiss, harsh and demanding.

"god, you fucking slut." chad moans into the kiss.

from behind, you hold a vice grip to chad's hips, biting at his neck and shoulders. chad slowly turns around so ethan's back is to you.

"back up, pretty girl. need to give this little cockwhore some attention."

you do. you lean back against the plush pillows of their bed, legs spread apart and ready to welcome ethan's head. chad guides ethan to lay down, never breaking from the kiss. his head now resting on your stomach, legs wrapped around chad's middle.

chad's lips travel down to ethan's jaw, his hand reaching to tug at the leather collar adorning his neck.

"ngh- d-daddy..." ethan whines, his hands struggling to find purchase.

chad unwraps ethan's legs from his waist, placing them spread apart down on the bed.

"keep these spread f'me, puppy. daddy needs ya t'stay nice and open, yeah?"

the puppy nods, back arching up towards his dom. chad kisses ethan's waist.

"what a pretty arch, baby. always so pretty for daddy."

chad slowly inches ethan's boxers down his legs, revealing his leaky, sensitive cock. he grazes gentle fingers over his shaft, causing ethan to squirm.

"looks like mommy already gave you some attention today, huh puppy? don't worry, daddy'll fill you up just like you want." chad teases.

reaching over to the nightstand table, he opens the drawer and grabs a bottle of lube, coating his fingers in the clear, runny liquid. he lines his fingers up at ethan's entrance.

"ready, eth?" chad asks softly.

"yes, daddy." ethan sighs, lower body completely relaxing under the touch of his doms.

chad only inserts one of his fingers, slow but measured. ethan lets out a sigh at the feeling of fullness. he curls his finger upward, searching for his puppy's g-spot. he barely gives ethan enough time to adjust before adding a second finger.

"god you're tight." chad comments, thrusting his fingers in and out of ethan's hole.

from above, you trail your hands towards ethan's chest, pinching and rolling his nipples between your fingers. his head falls back, eyes squeezed shut.

"look at daddy, sweetheart," chad instructs, "let me see that pretty face."

despite how far gone he already feels, ethan listens. he looks at chad through watery eyes.

"that's it, baby. keep those pretty eyes on me while i make you feel good."

his thrusts halt, in favor of curling his fingers towards the sub's g-spot, knuckles pushing against his skin. as quickly as his fingers entered, though, they were gone. ethan whined at the sudden emptiness. chad grabs at the underside of one of ethan's thighs, lifting it high up. with the other he taps the tip of his cock against ethan's throbbing hole, teasing him.

"please, daddy... wanna be full!" ethan begs.

"beg some more for me, angel. daddy likes to hear you desperate." chad demands, teasing his tip over ethan's hole.

"p-please, daddy! need it so bad! i won't ask for anything ever again, promise! please just make me full!" ethan begs, tears now running down his cheeks in desperation.

satisfied, chad inserts his tip into ethan's entrance, inching deeper at an agonizingly slow pace. he leans in to whisper in his sub's ear.

"it's not good to make promises you can't keep, baby." chad scolds, bottoming out. ethan sighs, his mind floaty from the feeling of fullness returning to his senses.

"sorry, daddy..." he apologizes, his eyes half lidded. he doesn't really mean it, though.

chad kisses his temple, "how do you want daddy, pup?"

"rough, please... wanna be your dumb puppy."

ethan's request is met with a harsh thrust.

"yeah? you wanna be daddy's dumb little mutt?"

another harsh thrust. your hand reaches down ethan's body, taking his hard cock into your hand, your other still busied by his sensitive nipples.

chad's thrusts are steady but rough, the slaps of skin loud enough to be heard from outside, but none of you cared.

"this what you wanted, mutt? y'wanted daddy t'use you? fucking slut."

"y-yes daddy! ngh- want you to use me- use me like a toy!" ethan begs.

chad's thrusts increase in pace, the tip of his cock slamming into ethan's g-spot with every impale.

"doing so good for us, baby. taking us so well." you praise, pumping your hand up and down ethan's throbbing shaft. he reaches up, weakly grabbing onto your arms, in desperate need of something to ground him. you take your hand from his chest and grasp his own hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"mommy's got you, puppy. i'm here." you reassure.

the poor boy can no longer form words, reduced to babbles and whines. his eyes are half lidded and unfocused.

chad grips ethan's collar and pulls it tight, causing ethan's head to lift. he cries out, tears slipping from his bambi eyes. he can feel the knot in his stomach slowly beginning to unravel. he whines for chad's attention.

"is my mutt gonna cum? gonna make a big mess for daddy?"

ethan nods, albeit barely. his body may as well be made of rubber; he simply cannot will himself to use any of his strength.

"cum f'me, baby," chad demands, "cum for daddy. i know you got it in ya."

"ngh- mm-" ethan whines. he wants to so bad, he wants to be good for chad, but he just isn't there yet. he sniffles, more tears rolling down his cheeks.

"oh, i think our baby needs a little more, don't you honey?" you speak for him.

ethan nods, the words taken right out of his mouth.

"my baby's so needy, isn't he?" chad leans down and pulls ethan into a tender kiss, his thrusts unceasing. his lips travel down to his sub's neck, biting and sucking until deep purple hickeys appear.

one final, harsh bite sends ethan over the edge, chad immediately following suit. ethan's clear, runny release mixes with chad's, thick and white, coating the bedsheets with the sweet mixture of their arousal. chad runs a hand through ethan's curls.

"thaaat's it, sweetie, there you go. such a good boy." chad praises.

ethan cries, fat tears staining his rosy cheeks.

"doin' so good for me, honey. it's okay, daddy's got you."

you hold a firm hand to ethan's tummy, petting up and down in soothing motions. chad slowly pulls out, another glob of spent staining the bedsheets below you. you help ethan sit up, holding him from behind.

"you okay, baby?" you ask.

ethan nods through tears.

"that was good for you?" chad adds on, "not too much?"

"mm-mm," ethan shakes his head, "was really good. m'sorry... i just get like this."

"no, no, buddy, no. you don't need to apologize for anything. it's a lot of feelings you're not used to. it's good to cry it out, lots of people do." chad reassures.

"love you guys..." ethan confesses.

"we love you too, baby. so, so, so much." you reciprocate.

the silence lingers for a long time, comfortable and safe. the three of you lay together, ethan's back flush to chad's chest, his head cradled on your chest. ethan is the first to break the silence.

"i want another bath." he mentions.

you nod in agreement, helping ethan off the bed to get cleaned up.

as you and ethan take your second bath of the day, chad whips out his phone and places an order for some "gifts" for ethan.

the amount of money chad ran his credit card for is between him and his bank account.

anything for his ethan.

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most men would claim to be good at sex. what they mean by that is they know how to be on top, how to act dominant. ethan landry makes no such claim.

ethan was submissive in every way a person could be. he was shy, awkward, maybe a bit socially inept at times. he was a listener, a follower. what can he say? he loved being ordered around.

and, for the record, you weren't bossy. it can't be bossy if it gives your boyfriend a raging boner. ethan was a needy thing, always desperate for your touch, even when you were busy. especially if you were busy. you were completing some homework assignments at your desk when ethan came to bother you, almost like clockwork. he leaned over you, his face hovering upside down in front of yours.

"hi, ethan." you greet, kissing his nose. satisfied with the affection, he lifts his head back up, but rests it on your shoulder the next moment. he begins peppering kisses along your face and neck.

"do you need something?" you ask, when he gets like this you always know what he wants, but you know better than to just give it to him right away.

"j's want you." he murmurs into your skin.

"is that so? earn it then." you demand, sending a shiver through his spine. as if on command, he lowers down onto his knees, his chin making itself at home on your thighs. he tugs at your denim shorts, his doe eyes looking up at you for permission.

"such a good puppy." you nod, granting him permission. he unbuttons your shorts with a swiftness, yanking them down—along with your panties—eagerly and ready to please.

he pauses again, ogling your bare pussy, but not touching. you've trained him well by now. you hum, granting him permission. at your approval he leans in, licking a needy stripe down your folds. his lips find your clit first, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. you let out a high pitched whine at the sensation, your eyes squeezing shut and your jaw falling open. your hands grasp at his hair as his tongue licks downward, penetrating your core.

"fu-u-uck, ethan!" you moan as he sucks harshly on your folds. it's as if he was born knowing how to give head.

"wanna be on top of you, mama" he moans in between suckles, "wanna make you feel good."

"g-gotta make me cum first, baby." you remind.

taking your comment as a challenge, he brings his hand up, inserting two of his fingers into your sex as his lips suck harshly on your clit.

"oh my g- eth- fuck-" you stutter, the pleasure becoming all consuming.

his fingers scissor and curl, feeling every inch of your gummy walls as they pulsate around him. he swirls his tongue around your throbbing clit, suckling on the nub and bringing it between his teeth, causing you to yelp.

"please cum," he begs, the vibrations of his voice on your cunt making you shiver, "please cum f'me. wanna make you feel good."

your legs wrap around his shoulders, crossing over each other atop his back. his free hand reaches up and grips at your clothed breast, squeezing it firmly.

"fuck, baby- g'na cum! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" you cry.

barely a moment later, you cum; clear, watery release coating ethan's lower face. as you catch your breath, ethan pulls his face away from your sex, lifting you up and tossing you on the bed. he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, flopping down on the bed next to you.

"get on top of me." you command suddenly.

"w-what?" he asks, a bit shocked by the order.

"since you wanna make me feel good so bad, you can be on top this time."

"but- i've never-" he begins.

"it's okay," you interrupt, "i know you'll be good f'me."

he nervously climbs on top of you, arms slightly shaking in anticipation. you reach for his shirt, lifting it up and off of him. once his upper half is bare before you, your fingers begin tracing along his chest, down to his tummy.

"you're so beautiful, eth." you praise, hands exploring every inch of his upper body. he whimpers, the crotch of his khaki pants tightening more and more. he whines, the little noise telling you more than words ever could.

"take my top off, baby." you instruct. he obeys, and his shaky hands find the hem of your grey tank top, lifting it over your head, revealing a lacy, baby blue bra.

he looks at you with hopeful eyes, and you give him a simple, singular nod. with your approval, he ghosts his hands over your covered breasts, taking in the feeling of them filling his hand. you arch your back and unclasp the hooks of your bra, the straps falling from your shoulders.

ethan would need more hands to count the number of times he's seen your boobs, but every time feels like the first. this time, his mouth finds your breasts, his lips latching to your nipple, hand cupping the other.

your hands grip his curls, and your legs hike up, spreading apart further.

"fuck me, ethan," you command, "need you inside me."

he shakes his head, "gonna prep you first, get mama ready for me."

you're a bit disappointed to have to wait, but you can't help but adore his eagerness to please.

"such a good boy f'me."

he takes his hand and cups your pussy, placing two fingers between your folds, coating them with your arousal. in one quick motion he inserts two fingers into your core, curling them upward towards your g-spot. you let out a whine at the sensation.

"am i doing good, mommy?" he whines, begging for your praise and approval.

"so- fuck! so good f'me, baby." you praise, biting down on your lip.

he inserts a third finger, his thrusts and curls increasing in pace. he leans his head down, lips attacking the spot where your shoulder meets your neck, sucking a dark hickey into your skin.

"are you close?" he asks, his pleading eyes never leaving your face.

"ngh mhm," you nod, "fuck, baby."

he whines, his pace even faster. it's as if he wants you to cum more than you do.

"oh god~" you moan, head falling backward in pleasure.

"c'mon, cum f'me, please," he begs, "need you t'cum. can't wait anymore..."

he begins grinding his covered cock against your leg, in search of something, anything to relieve the friction.

you slap his leg, "you ah- you know better. stop."

he whimpers, "but i can't, mommy! it hurts..."

"you're gonna fucking have to, baby."

he whines, but he listens, halting his grinding, but the thrusts of his fingers now overwhelming.

"fuck- g'na come again!" you cry, your breath becoming shallow and labored. his other hand targets your clit, rubbing it in fast up-and-down motions.

and you do. ethan's hand is drenched in your arousal. he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. while you catch your breath, ethan reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom.

he just can't free his aching cock fast enough, yanking his khakis and boxers down. his cock is fiery red, and glistening with precum. he tears open the package with his teeth.

you sit up, "give it to me, honey."

he hands the rubber to you without argument, eagerly awaiting your touch. you lean in and bring him into a kiss, rolling the condom down his cock.

"still okay?" you ask, cupping his cheek.

"more than okay." he affirms, leaning into your touch.

you kiss the spot between his eyebrows and lay back down, spreading your legs wide open. he lines himself up at your entrance, whimpering as his cock throbs for attention. he inserts himself slowly, bottoming out. but, he doesn't move for a long while, feeling far too sensitive. you bring his face to yours, kissing him again. you just can't get enough of the sweet taste of his lips. he begins moving, pistoning himself in and out if your core.

"my sweet boy, so good f'me." you moan into the kiss.

his thrusts are a bit uneven, desperate and eager.

"ngh- mommy..." he whines. his hands have a vice grip on your waist, the feeling of your skin against his fingertips the only thing grounding him from the overwhelming pleasure he feels.

"makin' me feel so good, puppy." you praise.

he thrusts a little faster, hips rolling with each movement. he's never been one to last very long, but he's using every ounce of restraint he has not to cum. but you can tell he wants nothing more than that.

"is my baby getting close?" you ask, a teasing tone lacing your voice.

he nods, "uh-huh... your baby really needs it."

"wait for mama, yeah?" you instruct.

you can feel your third orgasm building by now, the knot in your tummy getting tighter by the moment.

"please, mommy," he pleads.

"n-not yet, my love. m'almost there."

ethan's beginning to lose any semblance of composure he had, his thrusts fueled solely by his desire, no rhythm to it whatsoever. you're teetering on the edge of release, the knot starting to unravel.

"cum f'me, honey. cum for mama." you command.

you both cum together, as if synchronized. each additional thrust pumps more semen from his aching cock into the quickly filling condom. his eyes fill with tears, the little droplets racing down his cheeks. your own release drips out of you, making a mess of the sheets below you. but even as his orgasm dies, he doesn't let up. he continues pumping in and out of your spent sex. you've never felt quite so much in your life.

the pair of you are a mixture of cum, sweat, and pure desire, bodies almost fusing together into one. you don't know how long he keeps fucking into you before you can't take it anymore.

"e-ethan! slow d-down, angel, s'too much." you cry, and he immediately stops, pulling himself off you.

"i- i'm sorry, mama." he pouts, teary doe eyes looking down at you apologetically.

you guide him down to lay next to you, his head resting on your chest.

"there's my sweet boy," you comfort, "you did so good."

he hums against your chest.

"was that okay for you, baby? being on top?" you ask.

"yeah. just prefer when you're on top of me."

you reach down and pull the soiled condom from his softening dick, tossing it in the garbage can nearby your bed.

you brush his hair away from his face, sweat dampening his cherub curls.

"you're so beautiful." you compliment, ethan's cheeks quickly turning pink at your praise.

"you always make me feel beautiful." he mumbles against your chest.

you run your fingers through his sweat-coated curls, "you want me to run us a bath?"

"in a minute," he murmurs.

no one needs to know how long that minute actually was.

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most great ideas come from hard work and strategic planning. but sometimes they just jump out at you. pavlov's dog was a subject that your professor only lightly touched on during last semester's psychology class. but it's captivated you ever since. and, ever the sweet and caring girlfriend, you wanted to turn ethan into an experiment of your own.

you were something of a perfume connoisseur. the collection of perfumes sitting on your vanity is worth more than you probably want to think about. ethan, however, didn't know the first thing about signature scents, or the world of eau de parfum en generale. not that he didn't smell good. rather the contrary, his scent was addictive. the kind you could get lost in, living buried in the curvature of his neck like a predator hovering its prey.

he received a bottle of expensive cologne as a gift years back and stuck to it ever sense. it was a jean paul gaultier le male le parfum, but he couldn't tell you that. since that day many years ago he scoured the men's cologne aisle in search of that oh-so familiar bottle, never bothering to learn the name. but that scent was addictive to you. like its own kind of drug; all the pleasure without any of the side effects.

towards the back of your perfume tray sat a sneaky little bottle of yves saint laurent black opium, a special scent you began saving especially for intimate nights with your boyfriend since pavlov's lessons in conditioning. not a single night went by in this perfume without your shared passion. he was insatiable for this scent of you; sweet vanilla and rich coffee; without truly knowing why. it started out with you initiating each intimate moment doused in this perfume. but after a while, you noticed ethan grow hard the moment he smelled you, his boner barely concealed behind his black slacks.

this particular day you were feeling a little mean. a while back your circle of friends had planned a movie night at yours and ethan's shared apartment. it be you, ethan, anika, mindy, chad, tara, sam, and quinn. a few too many people to squeeze into a tiny new york apartment, but you'll make do.

cozy nights in like these always meant lazing out. no point in wasting a cute outfit just to lie on the couch. even in the warmest months of the year, evenings in new york still left a bit of a bitter chill, so a cozy sweater would be in order.

by this point in your relationship, anything in ethan's closet was free reign to steal. not that he minded, of course, he loved seeing you in his clothes. you pulled from the top of his stack of folded sweaters sitting on the highest shelf of his closet, a solid blue knit falling into your arms rather ungracefully. tossing it onto your bed, you make your way over to your own closet, taking out a pair of white linen pants. you toss that onto your bed too. you strip yourself of your day's clothes, blue jeans and cottony tee falling to the ground by your feet.

with a click of your tongue you pull a soft cami from your closet as well, just for safe measure. well, more so that ethan's sweater doesn't leave little pills on your expensive white lace bra.

once you were changed you toss your old clothes into the hamper next to your vanity. the vanity that was home to all your expensive perfumes.

you liked to joke that your perfume collection was a shrine to a bunch of old dead frenchmen. christian diors, yves saint laurent, and coco chanels stacked in neat rows atop a gold tray. you reach back for the bottle of black opium, spraying it on each side of your neck, both your wrists, and, ethan's favorite spot to lay, right in the center of your chest. five ritualistic sprays of sex in a bottle.

ethan had promised to pick up some snacks on his way back from study hall, so you had the better part of the evening to himself. by the time he remembered to check his watch, your friends would be over in 15 minutes. and just his luck, your apartment was 15 minutes from the store. go figure.

he ended up running into mindy and anika in the elevator, grocery bags forming red lines in his forearms.

"lose track of time again?" mindy teases.

"i said i'd go get snacks, never said i was good with time." he chuckles. mindy always had a knack for messing with him. he could never catch a break when she was around. even so, she takes a couple bags from his arms, lifting a bit of the weight off him.

with a ding the elevator doors open and the three step out, heading towards your apartment. not even the thickest walls could keep out the sounds of bustling new york city.

ethan dug through his wallet with fumbling hands for his keycard, eventually pulling it out and holding it towards the locked door.

your ears perk up at the sound of the door rattling open. quickly setting down your perfume bottle, you find your way into the living room. you run straight toward anika, engulfing her in a quick hug, reciprocating with mindy the moment after.

"holy shit, you smell good." anika compliments.

still in the locks of your arms mindy inhales deeply, taking in the sweet vanilla scent mixed with bitter coffee grounds, delicate florals dancing in the aroma.

"oh my god, yeah. what is that?" mindy asks, exasperated.

"if i told you i'd have to kill you." you joke, pulling away from the embrace, "kidding. i'll send you the link."

ethan stands somewhat awkwardly by the kitchen counter, as if waiting for your attention like an eager dog.

"oh, and ethan. hi honey." you wave at him dismissively. jokingly, though.

"only joking," you reassure, cupping his cheeks and planting a soft kiss to his lips, "missed you, baby." you can't help but smile into the kiss, knowing the affect you'd have on him.

catching your sweet scent, he shudders. frozen in place as if under a spell. he was familiar with that smell. achingly so.

three pounds on the door draw your attention away. you pull your body from ethan, your feet guiding you towards the entrance. he barely holds back a whimper as your delicious scent leaves him.

on the other side of the door stands chad, sam, tara, and quinn, completing your posse of friends. you greet them all with enthusiastic hugs, inviting them inside.

the eight of you congregate to the living room, a menagerie of shoes abandoned by the front entrance. ethan lingers behind. purposefully, of course. he can feel the crotch of his jeans getting tighter, though he can't quite place why.

you all puzzle yourselves into the living room. you, mindy, and anika take the couch, ethan's body rested between your knees on the rug. tara and chad settle onto the chaise, chad's feet nearly hanging off the edge. sam and quinn share the loveseat, sitting with legs crossed.

as quickly as she sat down, mindy rises from her seat again.

"right, the movie." she chuckles, reaching for her set of stab dvds set on the tv stand minutes ago. she hits the eject button of your dvd player, scrutinizing whatever disc was inside before.

"hereditary. nice." she compliments.

"i have good taste, you know this." you raise an eyebrow at her, a halfway smile pulling at your lips.

mindy hesitates for a second before setting it down, replacing it with the disc for stabs one and two, a dvd made special for movie marathons. she scurries back to the sofa, reclaiming her spot next to anika with a loud kiss to her cheek.

"gross, get a room!" you tease.

"oh my god, shut up. you two are way worse." mindy points an accusing finger at you and ethan.

"touche." ethan juts in, his voice a little strained.

the movie begins, lights dimmed and voices hushed.

ethan's eyes are laser focused on the tv screen, almost uncharacteristically. sure he enjoyed the stab films but he wasn't a fanatic. he was never the kind to be so into it. you fought back a smirk, clearly your plan was having it's desired effect.

about midway through the first film you decide to play dirty. you lean towards ethan, chest now flush to his back. he can smell the remnants of perfume from the nape of your neck, the aroma agonizingly alluring.

"eth, baby, grab me a celcius, yeah?" you ask, your voice a little extra sweet.

he tenses, his body shifting uncomfortably."

"uh- y-yeah, sure." he nods, reaching over to the coffee table, grabbing a white celcius can and handing it up to you.

"thank you, my love," you kiss his temple. god, you were really laying it on thick. what was up with you suddenly?

every few moments ethan shifts, trying to ease that aching feeling between his legs. you don't say anything, taking enjoyment in watching him writhe. but even so, anika seems to notice.

she leans in just a bit and offers a whispered, "you okay?"

"y-yeah, um, just... just cold." ethan scrambles to think of an excuse. without another word, anika grabs the throw blanket hanging next to her and tosses it down to him.

he makes quick work of covering his growing erection with the blanket, taking a breathe as his newfound safety net hides his embarrassment and arousal alike.

by this point the second stab installment has started playing. for all the guru she is, mindy is fast asleep, head resting on anika's shoulder. tara and quinn have nodded off too, and sam and chad seem close to it. your hands find their way to his brunette locks, carding your fingers through each little ringlet curl. the sweet and savory scent permeating off your wrist catches his nose through your ministrations. he shudders once again, head leaning back towards you instinctively.

he doesn't know how much longer he can last. his hard cock is weeping to be freed from his rigid blue jeans. if this keeps up he might just come in his pants, and he can not have that. not with everyone here. he needs to find some way to deal with this. an excuse to leave the room without seeming suspicious and just get it out of his system before he embarrasses himself more than he probably already has.

he rubs at his forehead feignedly, trying to play his discomfort off as a mere headache. he stands up from his spot on the floor, his body turning towards your shared bedroom. anika looks at him curiously.

"v'got a headache. just gonna go lay down for a bit." he lies, retreating towards your room with quick steps. anika pouts empathetically, calling out a quiet "feel better" in his stead. he shoots back an awkward thumbs up, trying to get away as quickly as possible.

you rise from your seat just a moment after. anika chimes in again.

"if you need us to wrap up, we totally can. i can wake 'em up for you." she offers.

"no, no, you guys are fine," you reassure, "i'm just gonna go run him a hot shower and get him some medicine. i'll be back out in a little bit."

you head towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you upon entering. there you find ethan stripping himself of his tight clothes with fervor, desperate for a bit of breathing room.

"what is up with you tonight?" you ask, trying your damndest to hold back a grin.

"i-i don't know," he stutters, "can you just fix it, please?"

you take his hand and drag him to the bathroom.

"sit." you command, gesturing to the bathroom counter. he obeys without protest, settling onto the cold empty granite sandwiched between two sinks. his boxers were long gone before you could even think to take them off yourself.

"good boy," you praise, cranking the shower on, raised water bill be damned, "you're lucky i told anika i was running you a shower. but still, try to keep it down. don't want all our friends to know what an easy slut you are."

"please..." he whimpers quietly, his body squirming in anticipation.

you give him a mock pout, "oh, how could i say no to you?"

you spit into your hand and wrap your hand around his shaft abruptly, much faster than he could've anticipated. his breath hitches, back arching at the sudden sensation. he leans forward, his face finding the nape of your neck.

his nose takes in that sweet vanilla and coffee mixture, that all-too-familiar scent sending another full-body shiver through him. this cheeky little bottle always had that effect. he begins peppering kisses into your neck, biting and suckling on certain sensitive spots.

your head lulls to the side, leaning forward and catching his own nape in a gentle bite. he whines pathetically at the contact.

your lips travel lower, lower, lower. from neck, to shoulder, to chest, to stomach, until your lips are hovering just above his sex. but your cruelty persists as your lips travel lower, passing his cock in aim for his muscular thighs. you pepper featherlight kisses across his lap, leaving reddening bite marks in your wake. he finds your free hand and grips it tight, trying his damndest to suppress the cacophony of moans building in his throat.

"d-don't tease me..." he pleads, longing for the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.

"shhh, be patient, baby." you hush, not ceasing your light kisses. not too long after though your lips trail back upward and you plant a kiss to his leaking tip. a choked sigh escapes his throat as you wrap your lips around his length, taking him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

you bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowing around him. his vice grip on your hand tightens impossibly more, desperate to be grounded when his mind is so fuzzy.

"nghh- feels good...," he whines, "m'close m'so so close, p-please!"

you lick a stripe up his shaft, "need t'come, sweet boy?"

"y-yes! please, i'll be so good just pleasepleaseplease let me come!" he begs, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

your mouth leaves his throbbing cock, and he sobs at the loss. but, your hand makes contact with his sex barely a moment later.

"shhh, such a desperate baby." you place a chaste kiss to his chest, pumping his length up and down again.

"g'na come... please- please let me." he pleads.

"my good boy. come f'me, yeah? i know you can do it, my sweet baby." you coo, teasing the tip of his cock.

he comes with a sob, thin ropes of spent splattering on his tummy and your hand. you plant a kiss to his temple, pulling his body flush against yours. his arms wrap around you tightly, clinging to your warmth.

"there we go, honey. you're so beautiful. so perfect f'me." you praise, guiding him through the last spurts of his orgasm. little tears fall from his bambi brown eyes, his mind completely overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure and love he feels.

"did so good for me, my love. that's it, i've got you. i'm right here." you reassure, your hand moving from his cock to his thigh. his head finds the nape of your neck again, this time calm and tired. you reach toward the shower and quickly turn off the water.

"what perfume is that?" he asks sleepily. you were waiting for him to ask that.

"the black opium one. it's the one i use for date nights." you confess.

"you're always wearing that one when we fuck..." he mentions, "it makes me feel things, couldn't help it."

"i know, baby. i did that on purpose." you laugh.

"what's that mean?" he asks, a bit whiney.

"last semester in philosophy i learned about this thing called pavlov conditioning. i never mentioned it 'cause i wanted to try it on you. wanted to see what would happen if i wore it when we couldn't fuck right away."

"so mean," he pouts, "running experiments on me."

"you know i love you." you remind.

"mmyeah, i know." he hums into your neck.

"c'mon," you begin, "let's get you cleaned up before anika gets suspicious."

you kiss his forehead and grab a towel, gently wiping down the mess he made. you guide him down from the bathroom counter and towards your bed, getting him comfortable.

"i'm gonna finish the movie with anika and see everyone out. i'll be back soon though, 'kay?"

he nods tiredly, "'mhm." his eyes flutter shut in complete relaxation.

you kiss his forehead one last time before retreating back to the living room, finding your spot next to anika and a sleeping mindy.

"he feeling better?" she asks.

"yeah, he's good. just needed a hot shower and some medicine." you assure.

as to what medicine meant, you never really had to specify.

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