“Wow, this is beautiful.” You hugged your rolled-up towel close to your chest, the view of a crowded beach, sparkling crystal blue water and colourful umbrellas lining the sand awaiting you. 

“Oui, c’est très beau,” Timothee agreed, playfully nudging your shoulder, guiding you to follow him down onto the sand. You slipped off your shoes and the two of you began meandering through the endless sea of warm sand and towels, eventually finding vacant real estate between a young family and a group of women bathing in the sun. It was Timothee’s idea to explore the French town you were filming in together while you had a few days off, and as you laid down your towel, and Timothee retrieved containers of strawberries and savoury biscuits from his backpack, you couldn’t believe you’d thought of spending your Friday any other way. 

The fucking dream omg.

As soon as the bathroom door creaks open and he sees your fluffy pajamas, your tired eyes and small smile from a drawn out day he knows the drill.

He clicks his phone locked and settles down on his back, opening his left arm to splay it across the sheets, ready and open for you. You crawl into the bed until you collapse on your side, the crown of your head in the crook of his elbow. Once your legs are entangled within his, you sigh and Grayson presses his hand up your shirt. His palm is hot and slightly callused against your skin, reminding every bit of man he is.

You turn your head, your nose meeting a shirt he would definitely shed when he got ready to go to sleep. “Keep doin that.”

“Hmm?” His hand keeps those circles going, adding in the occasional trickle up your spine. “That?”

“Yeah, feels real nice.”

-

On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?

That’s the handwritten question your eyes landed on as you glossed over your friend’s notes.

“Can you be sent to hospital for a broken heart?” You asked, only half joking.

A mere two weeks after breaking up with your long term boyfriend, you were helping your best friend study for her upcoming nursing exams.

She let out a sympathetic ‘aw’ and pouted. “We said we weren’t going to think about him for a while.”

You sighed, shuffling the pages of notes. “I know. It’s just hard.”

“I know it is,” your friend offered, scooting I’m closer to you and giving your forearm a little squeeze.

Underneath the question, was a scale from 1-10, complete with descriptions and illustrations, starting with a grinning cartoon on the left, working up towards a distraught face crying on the right.

“How bad is it?”

You glanced over the captions, from ‘no pain’, to ‘very distressing’ all the way to ‘excruciating’, ‘unimaginable’ and ‘unspeakable’

You shrugged, thumbing over ‘mildly distressing’ at around the 4 mark. You gave your friend a little half-hearted smile. “I’m okay.” You shuffled back, concealing her written notes form her view. “You need to study. ”

After a moment of hesitating, your friend blinked, then started listing off possible diagnoses for the symptoms presented by a patient.

As she spoke, and you nodded, your eyes kept drifting back to the pain scale.

She slowly pulls herself off a his cum drips out of her all over him and e is panicking bc he can’t tell what she’s thinking bc she’s just staring down at his rock hard cock but then she reaches down and guides him to her pussy and sinks down on him and she’s so wet and warm he just has to flip them over and fuck her brains out (2/2)

I’m dead!

Her legs immediately wrap around him tight, bringing his hips closer to her as he grinds down into her, bottoming out.

When she gets close Ethan slows his thrusts - wanting it to last forever because he isn’t sure what this means to her…. not sure if he’ll ever get to see the way she looks so beautiful completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

His best friend underneath him as he fucks deep inside her tight cunt, stretched so nicely to the girth of his cock - a moaning, whimpering mess she is as he dips his head to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly enough to leave a mark to match the ones left behind from the night before.

When she’s clenching around him as she moans his name that’s it - game over, Ethan’s spilling inside her just flooding her with his warm cum before they fall into a tired heap together. Only for Grayson to burst in after hearing screaming.

“Oh fuck!? Y/n? What are you doin…. wait!? No! Did you guys? Ethan! That’s Y/n”

Ethan’s Snapchat (5/9/19)