Gabi

Ethan’s snapchat (09/30/2019)

Okay, so this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever really done and its smut oops. It’s lowkey not even that good but @persistence-ofmemories and I were talking about how good orange looks on Ethan, and I'm on my period and horny so I was like bet lemme write something up real quick. I’m open to feedback so feel free to lemme know what you think :). Enjoy 

Words: 2.4K 

Warnings: This is smut so if you’re uncomfortable with that, please don’t read this. Also unprotected sex. Please use condoms.

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Ethan’s hoodies had become your staple pajamas throughout the winter nights since the first few months of dating so many years ago. The way it encases you in warmth and the faint smell of his cologne is better than any blanket money could buy. You would wear whatever hoodie he was wearing during the day, but your favorite; the orange hoodie. Orange is Ethan’s color. We all know that. And he knows it too. The way the color bounces off his tan skin and hazel eyes makes your heart swell and your panties, well, let’s just say you need to change them frequently when he’s around you wearing orange. You had just woken up, the house unusually quiet since the kids were all at school. The winter chill making goosebumps rise on your skin as you headed to the kitchen to meet your gorgeous husband for breakfast. The morning sun peeking through the large windows in your kitchen made Ethan’s skin glow. He noticed you walking into the room, a smirk spread across his face noting your outfit, skimpy black lace panties and one of his white t-shirts. You woke up particularly needed this morning, and you were hoping Ethan was feeling the same. And when you saw him in that fucking orange hoodie and those fucking grey sweatpants, you couldn’t help but let a low moan slip from your lips as you walk to him, wrapping your arms around his lower back and rubbing your cheek across the soft fabric of his orange hoodie. 

“Good morning” you whisper sweetly against his back, letting your arms wander up and down his torso, feeling his heart rate instantly pick up. He knew what you were doing.

“Someone’s in a mood I see” he chuckles, the sound of his deep, gravely morning voice going straight to your core. His bedhead, the hoodie, the way his dick was slightly poking through his sweats was a mix so intoxicating, it was impossible to keep your hands off of him. He hasn’t even touched you and your already seeing stars, your underwear soaking by the second. 

“Hard not to be when you’re wearing my favorite hoodie. You know how fucking good you look in orange” groaning, your hands dancing across the top of his sweatpants. He turns around, letting his hard-on press against your lower thigh and you smile. You were thankful he was equally as horny this morning because your vibrator can’t do wonders like Ethan’s cock. You were so desperate to be touched, not knowing what was coming over you. All you knew is that you needed him and needed him now. 

He looks down at you, the signature smirk on his face making it known that he wants you just as bad as you do him. His hands move from your shoulders, slowly moving across your skin down to your hips, making their way down to your ass. He loved when you wore black lacy underwear, letting your round ass be on full show for him. He gives it a hard squeeze as he dips his head down and finally kisses you. Lips soft and plump, his tongue swiping across your lips. Another moan slips from your mouth as you grab the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. It’s not even nine in the morning and you’re already so fucking wet. His hand wraps around to your front and he cups your core, feeling just how wet you are for him and he groans into the kiss. Hips bucking into his hand, needing some sort of friction. He pulls away from the kiss and starts to nip at your neck, leaving soft kisses after every little bite he gives your neck and collarbones.

“So needy for me, huh baby? We have the house to ourselves, why don’t I just take you right here, right now. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked you in a room that’s not our bedroom” he says while lifting you up and carrying you to the dining room table, laying you down against the cold wood of the long table in the middle of the dining room. He gets up, removing his hoodie, his skin glowing in the rays of the early sun. Hair decorating his chest all the way down to his v-line. He scratches at his beard as he takes you in. The lace of your underwear and the sheerness of your white top leaving very little to the imagination. You spread your legs open and you take your finger and bite it, smirking while he watches you. He groans while watching you move your hands to your breasts, pushing them together and moaning. You wanted to give him a nice show to get him going this morning. Moving your feet to his lower back to pull him into you, you tug at his shoulders to bring him into another kiss. Your tongues dancing across each other, fighting for dominance. You let him win though, wanting to submit and let him take over. He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down back against the table. His head dips between the valley of your breasts, kissing and licking all the way down as your hips buck, so fucking desperate for him to just touch you where you needed him most. He senses this and pushes your hips down as he tsk’s. 

“Mama, I’m gonna need you to relax. Don’t worry, I’m gonna make my needy little thing feel fucking amazing. Just be patient”. All you can do is whine and arch your chest. You really did not want him to take it slow. He finally continues, going lower and lower until his mouth is hovering over your pussy. You suck in when you feel the tip of his nose graze your clit over the cloth of your underwear ever so softly. His hands move to the top of your underwear and he slowly, god, so fucking slowly pulls down your underwear throwing it across the kitchen. His eyes roll back as a moan erupts from his chest, taking in your scent and just how wet you are. His big, calloused hands move to cup your breasts as he dives straight in, enjoying your taste more than the breakfast he’s going to have after this. His large tongue swipes from bottom to top, not missing one drop of your delicious juices. It’s almost overwhelming to you as you moan out his name, three octaves higher than just a few moments ago. His soft lips wrap around your clit, sucking and letting it go with a pop, your hips bucking uncontrollably again as one strong hand moves to push them down. 

“Ethan, oh my fucking—“ the moan of his name almost pornographic as it falls from your lips, only making Ethan more and more determined to get you to your first high of the morning that much faster. He starts pinching at your erect nipples as his lips wrap around your clit again. He is sucking so hard, your back arches off the table with another groan. His middle and ring fingers move to your entrance, shoving them in with no remorse. He starts at a steady pace as he continues his assault on your already sensitive clit. He moans again, sending vibrations throughout your body.

“Always taste so sweet” he smiles as he watches his fingers go in and out of your slick folds. You’re literally dripping, your juices coating his mouth, your thighs and making its way to the table. His tongue moves to your entrance, shoving it all the way in, basically suffocating himself. His fingers rub quickly over your clit, your high approaching at an alarmingly fast rate considering Ethan has only been eating you out for maybe two minutes. But he’s loving every second. 

“You gonna come, mama? Gonna come all over my face? I love seeing you like this; so fucking needy” his dirty talk against your pussy is what sends you over the edge. You can’t help but wrap your legs around Ethan’s head as you release so hard all over his mouth. The guttural moan coming from your chest is so loud, you know if anyone is within a five-mile radius, they’re bound to hear you. Chest heaving rapidly, Ethan gets up to pull his sweatpants down, his hard cock springing to his lower stomach, the tip so pink. He starts to stroke himself, teasing, watching you in such a vulnerable state.

“Touch yourself, baby. I wanna see you rub that pretty little pussy of yours”. Your fingers fly straight to your clit, desperate to feel that burning in your stomach again, ready for another orgasm. It’s a sight for sore eyes as you rapidly rub over your clit, wiggling around on the table as your other hand grips your left nipple, giving it a hard tug. Ethan is over the moon at this point, his wrist flicking to meet the speed of yours as you move furiously to get to your second orgasm. Ethan takes his other hand to stop your fingers for a moment to move down and spit on your already wet pussy making your eyes roll back. He grabs at your throat again, grabbing onto the sides to constrict some air as your moans just get louder and louder. The sound of your wet cunt and his labored breathing is playing like a symphony, filling the room. His eyes meet yours and he grabs your cheeks to make you look at him as you start to come again. You’re going at your clit so hard and you’re so focused, you don’t even realize you squirted until you see Ethan glance down at your pussy and the groan that leaves his chest makes you squirm. 

“That’s it y/n. Fucking squirt all over the kitchen table. Make a mess” He says with gritted teeth. His jaw clenching so hard at the sight, his teeth might just shatter. He goes back down and licks up all the juices he can as you continue to rub yourself, coming down from one of the most intense highs you’ve had in a while. He slaps your thigh and pins your wrists to your sides as he continues to suck at your pussy. He moves back up and hovers over your mouth, you instinctively open your mouth so he can spit your cum back into your mouth. “My fucking dirty mama, look at you”. He grabs your legs and pulls you to the edge of the table, the tip of his dick tapping at your aching pussy.

“Ethan, just FUCK me already” You scream, almost embarrassed at how desperate you are.

“No. I want you to beg for me. Show me what a good girl you are and fucking beg for this cock” his tip still tapping at your clit. His cocky smirk makes you want to just slap him across the face, but you comply, knowing if you do, he’ll give you exactly want you want. For him to just fucking destroy you.

“Baby, Ethan, please, I beg of you. Just fucking take this pussy. Fuck me so so hard, I— I won’t be able to fucking walk tomorrow” you shout at the top of your lungs, your voice hoarse. Your heels dig at this lower back and your fingernails dig at his chest. Without even a warning, Ethan is shoving his cock into you, mercilessly fucking you, the table almost moving and giving out beneath you. Ethan’s eyes shut so tight, his mind going hazy at the way your pussy suctions him up. Moan after moan, his rhythm is so fast, you know you’re going to be squirting again soon. Desperate to fill you up more, Ethan picks you up and moves to the couch. He sits down, holding onto you as he spreads his legs wider, bottoming out completely, that you can feel his balls. He’s pounding into you, feverishly sucking at your neck and grabbing your nipples. He’s already about to come and he needs to get you there as fast as possible so he can finally come inside of you. 

“Oh, fu—fuck y/n! Tell me how fucking go—good I’m making you feel” Ethan shouts. The pleasure is overwhelming and he is so fucking close.

“This-feels fuck-ing amazin—“ You can’t even finish your sentence, your third and final orgasm washing over you so hard you black out for a few seconds, hands grabbing the back of Ethan’s neck so you don’t fall backward. You squirt so hard all over his lap and onto the couch, you know you’re going to have to call a cleaner to fix this before the kids come home. You swivel your hips and grind against Ethan, knowing he’s right behind you. You pull out all of the stops to get him to finally come. Pulling his hair, dragging your nails down his chest so hard he’s going to have deep red marks, grinding against his cock. All of his favorites.

“Y/n—oh I’m fucking coming” he chants, his brows furrowing and sweat dripping from his forehead, his fingers gripping you so fucking hard, you’re already bruising. 

“Come inside me daddy, please daddy, please” you whine for him. His breath stops and you feel his warm load fill you up to the brim. He can barely catch his breath as you continue to grind your hips down, lifting yourself so his and your cum can drip onto his lap. You take your fingers and grab some of his cum and put your fingers in between you and Ethan, both of you sucking at your fingers, tasting each other. You are absolutely spent. Both of your chests heaving, trying to catch your breaths as you sit against his chest and his fingers move up and down your back. It’s incredible after all these years of being together, Ethan can still make you feel so fucking incredible. You look at each other and smile, his lips coming down to kiss you softly, so much different from moments ago. 

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

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