#dinodesu

Langdon asking Dennis if he's been working out because he looks like in shape and bigger LIKE YEAH BABE TRUST WE'VE ALL BEEN LOOKING AT HIS ARMS THE ENTIRE SEASON

a little blurb of reader and Dennis having morning sex because why not.

Dennis's eyes blink open, taking in the morning light filtering through the bedroom. He feels warm and comfortable, at peace. His hand slowly moves on your stomach, his fingers spreading possessively.

"Morning..." He groans.

"Morning..." you say as you stir awake. He presses a sleepy kiss to your neck not even lifting his head from his pillow.

"What time is it? My alarm isn't going off..." His voice is gravelly and soft from sleep.

"I don't know...doesn't matter we are snowed in anyway," you said as you reached back and played with his hair as he sleepily kissed your neck. Dennis hums contentedly, his arms tightening around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. His lips find a sensitive spot on your neck and he gently kisses and sucks on the spot. You let out a soft moan, the sound making him smile sleepily against your skin. He presses another kiss to that spot, feeling your body race. His hand slowly slides down from your stomach to your hip.

"Dennis..." You softly moan as his hand continues to move down your thigh. He kisses and nuzzles into the back of your neck, hardening cock pressed against your ass as you lay against him.

"Mmm?" He hums out as you let out another soft moan, the sound making him press harder against you, starting to grind against you; slowly, and lazily as his hand moved to squeeze your thigh and pull your leg up slightly, not even trying to be subtle about what he wants. "Baby..." He mumbles against your neck.

"Need it, Denny." Dennis nods, his face still buried in your neck, his breath coming out in short pants as he continues to grind against you. His hand moves from your thigh back up to your hip, holding you in place as he pushes against you.

"Mmm need it too, baby..." He says, muffled in the crook of your neck. You move so that he is on top of you and slip your underwear off. Dennis groans softly as you move him as he kicks off his boxers, his dick rubbing against the folds of your pussy. He looks down at you sleepily, his hair messy. "Baby..."

"Please," you say as he captures your lips in a slow, sleepy kiss, his hips rocking against you as he positions his cock at your entrance. He breaks the kiss to press soft kisses down your neck and chest, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider as he slowly pushes inside you.

"Fuck...so wet..." You grab his face gently to kiss you as he slowly starts to fuck you. Dennis kisses you back slowly and deeply, his hips moving in a lazy rhythm as he slides in and out of you. His hands grip your face gently, his thumb caressing over your cheek as he moves.

"Feels so good, Dennis." Dennis hums happily, your words making him smile against your lips. He loves hearing that he's pleasing you. His hands moved down as he squeezes your thighs possessively, spreading them wider to push deeper inside you. "God--Dennis... fuck, feels so good." The praise makes him shiver.

"You feel so good...so tight..." His groans and whimpers grow louder, his face moving to bury in your neck as he continues to fuck you, each thrust ripping a noise from both of you. "More, please..."

"More what, baby?" You ask as Dennis whines softly, his hips moving a bit faster as he begs for more praise and encouragement.

"More...please tell me I'm doing good...tell me you like it..." He says between kisses as he kisses your neck gently, his thrusts becoming more urgent but still slow and deep.

"You're doing so well, Denny...so good for me. Always make me feel so good," you say between soft moans, rubbing his back as he fucks you. Your praise makes him melt, his groans turning into soft whimpers of pleasure as he fucks you deeper, his lips kissing your skin everywhere they can reach.

"Just wanna make you feel good."

"You always do." Dennis completely loses himself in the praise, fucking you for your pleasure, wanting to make you feel good.

"Love you...so much..."

"Dennis--" You moan as he hits a spot inside you. His cock twitches inside you and the moan of his name, pushing him closer to his release. He can feel himself getting close, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm slights as he groans in your neck.

"Gonna...gonna cum baby...where do you want it?"

"Inside, please..." You say, clawing your nails at his back, making him shiver in pleasure at the slight pain. Your permission is all he needed to finally let go. Dennis buries his face into your neck, deeper, as he cries out softly his hips stuttering as he starts to cum deep inside you. His thick load filling you completely coating your insides.

"God--fuck...love you..." He says as your eyes roll back, finishing as he fills you up, clamping down on his cock. Dennis feels you squeeze his sensitive dick as you cum, making him whine softly and shake slightly as another small wave of pleasure washes over him. "Was that good?" He asks, as you both come down from your high.

"So good, baby."

summary: After you and Dennis have been dating for a bit, you talk about moving in together.

tags: smut, fluff, kissing, cream pie, breeding kink?, sub Dennis

A/N: oh my god I haven't written in so long (since November I think??) so this is lowkey bad I wrote it so fast an no proof read but I will write more of him (and like better stuff trust) I had no plan for this I just kinda wrote it but I'm making more soon yayyy

You and Dennis had been dating for around 3 months now. Even though you have been dating this long and he's gained more confidence since becoming a doctor, showing in your relationship; He's still always so nervous around you, getting flustered really easily. You're in your apartment when you hear the door knob rattle, knowing Dennis is here. He comes through the door, placing his backpack on the ground and closing the door. A small nervous small plays on his lips as he takes off his jacket.

"Hey..." he says, smiling softly.

"How was your shift?" you ask as you plate the food you made for the both of you. He watches you move around the kitchen, trying not to stare too much.

"It was good, actually. A little busy but nothing really out of the ordinary," he said as he moved to sit down.

"I'm glad," you said, smiling as you slid him his plate as you leaned on the island across from where he sat. He catches his breath slightly as you smile, a soft flush creeping up his neck as he looks down at the food you made.

"You...you didn't have to cook, you know." He stirs his fork in his meal shy, peering up at you. "Thank you."

"I know, I wanted too. You always have your long shifts and work so hard, it's just something I want to do for you," you explain, smiling as you eat your own food. Dennis fidgets with his fork, his face turning a light shade of pink as he looks down at his plate. That same warmth spreads through his chest-- it's always like this whenever you do nice things for him.

"I'm not really--" he stops himself briefly, a smile on his lips as he eats. "You always do this for me or say these nice things. I still don't know what to do with myself."

"I mean, they're all true," you say. His smile widens slightly as he chews his food.

"I, uh, I got paid today," he says as you both eat.

"Really? That's good," you say honestly. "Does it feel different being a doctor? Like for real?"

"I--yeah. It's the same but not I guess, I don't know." he pauses. "I wanted to talk to you about something," he says, eyes darting between you and his plate.

"Of course."

"I...I've been thinking, a lot, about us." His eyes meet yours, vulnerable almost.

"Mhmm," you say, probing him to say what he wants to say. He swallows hard, this is the part where he's supposed to be confident, I mean he's been so much better lately, he can't help but think if he can save lives and be a doctor why can't he ask you a stupid question?

"I think--I want to...I think we should, I don't know, move in together?" The words come out in a rush, and he immediately looks terrified when you don't reply right away.

"You wanna move in with me?" you say smiling. Dennis nods eagerly, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Yes, if you--only if you want to, of course. I mean only if you're comfortable with it. No pressure." He stirs on, nervous.

"Hey," you start, reassuring him. "Of course I want to live with you," you say as you walk around the island to where he's sitting and hug him from behind where he sits in his chair, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I mean, you practically live here anyway." He continues eating with a smile on his face, melting into your embrace. This is what he wants. This is where he wants to be, being with you like this all the time. He leans back slightly, leaning into you.

"I love you," he says softly after swallowing his bite. Your heart beats faster in your chest--that's the first time either of you have said that.

"What?" you say, startled, not in a bad way. Dennis's face turns bright red as he realizes he just said that out loud. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and nervous.

"I--uh, I mean, you don't have to say it back obviously. I don't know why I said that-"

"No, no, no, Dennis." You say, cutting him off as you spin his chair around so he's facing you. "Say it again. Please?" His heart is racing so fast he thinks it might beat right out of his chest.

"I...I love you," he says, almost whispering it this time. You smile as you look at him, standing between his legs, hands on his shoulders.

"I love you, too." A soft smile spreads across his face. He reaches up, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you down for a gentle kiss.

"Finish your food," you say giggling as you break the kiss to clear your plate; both of you smiling ridiculously. He lets out a relieved laugh as he continues eating.

"So...when do you want me to move in?" he mumbles between bites, watching you from where he sits.

"I mean whenever you want. I don't live that far from you and Trin as is so I could help you move your stuff if you needed too. But only whenever it's convenient for you, I know you are both busy with work." He nods, swallowing as he gets up and brings his plate over to where you are, rinsing it off.

"I could probably get my stuff packed up this weekend," he explains.

"I can help, I'm not busy." He puts his plate down in the sink after it's done, flipping around leaning against the sink to face you.

"Are you sure you're okay for me to move in?"

"Yes, I want you to." You grab his hands and pull him towards you. "I like having you wake up next to me." Dennis lets out a soft sigh, leaning into your touch. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer.

"Well, soon I'll be here every morning, and every night, too."

"Good," you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses the top of your head as you look up at him slightly.

"I love you so much," he whispers again softly.

"Love you too, Dennis," you say leaning into him as he wraps his arms around you. "Why don't you shower," you say, noticing he's still in his scrubs. He nods, pulling back slightly to look at you with a soft smile. He kisses your forehead again gently before heading to the bathroom.

"Will you--"

"I'm already in my pajamas and will be in bed when you're done," you say smiling, knowing what he was gonna say. He lets out a shaky laugh before going into the bathroom.

"Feel better?" you ask, as he walks out of the bathroom moving to put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

"Mhm," he says as he climbs into bed next to you, immediately pulling you into his side. He kisses the top of your head gently. "You're still sure you're okay--"

"Yes, Denny." You reassure.

"Okay...good. I just love you so much, you know that right? Like...really love you. A lot." he admits softly, his arms tightening around you. "Gonna wanna be with you all the time now."

"You're always so needy," you tease.

"I just like being with you," he says softly.

"Well, I like you needy." You smile. "Well, at least now we don't have to worry about bothering Trin when I come over."

"Hm?" he says, confused.

"When she complains that we...we're too loud," you admit shyly. You can't see it but you can feel his face burn up. He buries his face in your neck, his voice muffled against your skin.

"We're not that bad, I mean her and Garcia..." you flip around to face him.

"It's not my fault you make me feel so good," you tease. His face goes pink, eyes moving between your eyes and lips before he kisses you, hands sliding up under your shirt.

"Can't help it," he whispers against your lips and he continues to kiss you.

"Yeah?" You tease as you move to nibble on his neck. Dennis lets out a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering closed as you kiss his neck. His hands tighten around you, pulling you closer.

"God--" he says shakily. Dennis tilts his head back, giving you better access, his fingers threading through your hair. "Mm...fuck, you're gonna leave a mark," he says breathlessly.

"Can't help it," you say as you mark his neck. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly at the soft sounds you make as you kiss his neck.

"Fuck...baby, please..." He begs softly.

"Please, what?" He swallows hard, you feel it against your lips.

"Please, don't...keep going." His body is already responding, his legs spreading slightly without even realizing it.

"Need you, Dennis," you say as you roll him over on top of you, him letting out a strangled groan. He rolls his hips into yours through the fabric of his pants, burying his face in your neck, moaning.

"Fuck, need you too...god..."

"Dennis--" You softly moan out as he continues to grind down into you slowly, your hips rolling to meet his.

"Yes, please, touch me...please anything..." You reach down to pull at the hem of his shirt, pushing it over his head.

"Denny..." He whimpers at your voice once his shirt is removed, pawing at yours to get it off quickly.

"Please...need to be inside you...want it to bad." His hips stutter against yours, hands gripping you like he's afraid you'll make him stop. "Tell me I can..." His voice cracks, needy and desperate.

"Need you, Dennis," you say quickly as he practically sobs in relief at your permission, fumbling with your sleep shorts and underwear, yanking them down your legs before throwing them off the bed. His pajama pants follow immediately after. He doesn't even take the time to grab a condom, he just spits in his palm and stroked himself, once, twice, coating his cock with saliva before moving between your legs.

"God--"

"Gotta prep me a bit, baby," you say as you grab one of his hands to suck on his finger before moving them down to where you need them most. His eyes practically roll back as you suck on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. He groans when his hand reaches your pussy, pushing two fingers inside, adding a third finger when your moans grow and you spread your legs wider. "So good, Denny..." His mouth hangs open a bit as he watches his fingers disappear inside you, the sound of your moans making his dick throb and leak even more. He bites his lip as he slowly curls his fingers inside you.

"You-you're so wet..."

"Fuck me now, please, please need it..." With that, he quickly pulls his fingers out, sucking on them briefly to taste you before positioning himself between your legs. He pushes inside slowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt inside you.

"Holy fuck...so fucking good..." Dennis starts moving, deep, slow thrusts that make the bed creak slightly beneath you both. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath hot and ragged against your neck as he whimpers into your skin. "All mine...this is all m-mine..." His hips stutter, picking up more pace, hitting that spot inside you that makes you arch into him.

"God, yes, all y-yours," you manage out. He groans like a prayer, his thrusts turning desperate and needy as he fucks deeper into you, one hand tangled in your hair, pulling your face into his so he can kiss you, sloppily and breathlessly.

"Say it again...please, baby, say it again."

"All y-yours, Dennis...only you," you say between moans. Dennis whimpers against your mouth, the words going straight to his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby... christ, so fucking sweet...so pretty... all mine..." He chokes on a sob of pleasure, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven as he feels his cock swell inside you with every thrust of his hips. "Feels--feels so good...you feel so good, baby." He buries his bace in your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point as he doesn't stop.

"Denny I'm close..." You moan out.

"Me too, baby..."

"Inside, please...please," you practically beg. Dennis whines, low and desperate, his hips snapping into you.

"Yeah? You want that...? Want me to-" His words dissolve into a broken moan as he feels himself getting close, his grip on your hip bruising. "Gonna...gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna bury it deep..."

"God, fuck, Dennis--" You whine out as you cum on his cock, squeezing down on him. He's shaking now, his thrusts becoming short and sharp.

"Look at me...pleasepleaseplease need to see you when I...I.." He's rambling as he chases his orgasm as you look at him, locking eyes.

"Come on, baby, cum inside me Denny, need it..." A broken cry escapes him as his control shatters completely. He slams into you one last time, burying himself;f to the hilt as he empties himself deep inside you with a sob of relief. His hips stutter, grinding out every last pulse as he fills you, his face buried in your neck now, whispering against your skin.

"All mine...all fucking mine..." Dennis collapses on top of you, his head buried into your shoulder as you rub his back gently and run your hands through his hair. He stays buried inside you, his softening cock still twitching occasionally as he catches his breath. His face is still hidden in your neck, his hands gripping your hips like he's afraid to let go. After a moment, he starts to pepper soft kisses along your collarbone, his voice muffled against your skin. "Love you so much."

"Love you too, baby."

Summary: You and Ethan are in the same friend group and you guys are all at a Halloween party. You and Ethan both talk for a bit before he walks you back to your dorm, in which you invite him inside since your roommate, Mindy, is staying with her girlfriend Anika for the night.

Tags: virgin Ethan, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), whimpering, begging, virginity loss, gentle kissing

A/N: just rewatched scream 6 :D

You were currently at a Halloween party with your group of friends; Chad, Tara, Mindy, Anika, and Ethan. You were never much of a party person, but you have grown to enjoy them more after your friends dragged you to them. You’d been there for a long time and needed a break, so you managed to find a corner that wasn't being used for a make-out session and stayed there for a bit. You could see Tara and Chad dancing together, not far from you, while Mindy and Anika were on the couch talking.

You continued to look through the crowd, taking in the scene, until you saw Ethan walking towards you. He was pushing through the crowd, getting pushed from side to side, as you laughed at his struggle to get to you. Once he had reached you, he smiled.

“I’m still surprised Chad managed to drag you out here,” you said as you smiled up at him, as you nursed your drink. Ethan awkwardly chuckled softly, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“He’s pretty determined,” Ethan said as his cheeks flushed when he caught your gaze lingering on him. He looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt nervously. “So…uh…you having fun?” He asked, trying to shift the attention away from himself.

“I am,” you say as you smile and take a sip from your drink. “Are you?” Ethan took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to your lips as you sipped your drink. He quickly looked away, his heart racing.

“I…I’m having a decent time.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands fidgeting with his shirt again.

“That’s good,” you say with a smile. “I like your costume.” Ethan’s face turned a bright shade of red at your comment, the dim lighting in the frat house hiding it.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, tugging at his shirt more as a small smile played on his lips. “You look really pretty…” He said nervously.

“Thanks,” you say, smiling up at him. Ethan swallowed hard, his voice coming out slightly hoarse.

“Want to…maybe go somewhere quieter? With…me?” His cheeks flushed immediately after asking, realizing how forward that sounded. But he couldn't help it, being with you like this.

“I was gonna leave soon anyway, wanna walk me back to my dorm?” You ask as you gently grab his arm to move him through the crowd. You looked back at him. Ethan’s heart skipped a beat at your touch. He had switched hats with Anika a while ago; the little bucket hat, with its mismatched knife, didn't quite match his outfit, but he looked cute.

He allowed you to guide him through the crowd. The party noise faded as you stepped outside into the cool night air. Ethan walked beside you, his arm brushing against yours occasionally. He felt so nervous and excited all at once.

“So…”

“So what?” You said with a smile, you could tell he was nervous. Ethan’s blush deepened, his eyes darting down to look at your face. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

“You…You really like my costume?” He asked softly, hoping you’d say yes again.

“I do,” you say truthfully. “I think it’s cute you made your own.” His face lit up at your compliment, a genuine smile forming.

“Thank you…I actually like yours, too,” he paused, realizing how that might sound, his cheeks turning pink again. “I mean it, it looks,” he glanced down at your dress. “...Really nice.”

“Thanks.” Ethan walked beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets. He stole glances at you every few seconds, trying not to be too obvious. As you reached your dorm building, he slowed down slightly.

“So, this is,” he pointed at the building. “Your dorm?”

“Yeah. Mindy is staying with Anika tonight, though…So it’s just me in my room tonight,” you said, trying to drop a hint. Ethan’s eyes widened slightly at your words. He licked his lips nervously, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Oh…so you’re alone tonight?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling as you lean on the door. “Do you wanna come up?” Without even thinking, he nodded eagerly.

“Y-Yeah…I mean, if that’s okay with you?” His hands were shaking slightly as you opened the door.

“You’re cute,” you said, laughing softly as you grabbed his hand and walked him up the stairs to you and Mindy’s dorm room. Ethan’s face was beet red by the time you grabbed his hand. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the simple touch. As you led him to your dorm room, he couldn’t help but notice the soft giggles escaping your lips. He felt his cheeks burn.

You pulled him into your room and softly shut the door behind him, him standing between you and the closed door. Ethan felt trapped in the best way possible. His eyes met yours, then quickly darted down to your lips before bouncing back up.

“You…uh…” He swallowed hard, lost for words.

“Are you gonna let me kiss you now?” You asked, taking a step closer, his back hitting your door as you ran your hands up his chest. Ethan’s breath hitched as you stepped closer, feeling his back pressed against the door. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest when you ran your hands up his chest. He looked down at you with wide, nervous eyes, his lips parting slightly.

“Y-Yes,” He whispered, his voice shaking. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him gently. Ethan melted into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip your waist as he pressed himself more firmly against you. The gentle kiss quickly turned heated, his fingers digging slightly into your hips. He let out a soft moan against your lips, his body responding strongly to your touch.

You broke the kiss momentarily before walking over to sit on your bed as Ethan’s eyes traced your movements. His mind went blank for a moment before he followed you, his legs feeling shaky as he sat down beside you on the bed. “You um…want me…” He cleared his throat softly.

“It’s okay, Ethan,” you said as you kicked your shoes off, as did he, sliding to sit closer to him, kissing him again. Ethan gasped softly into the kiss at being pushed down onto the bed, his heart pounding furiously against his ribs. His hands found their way to your hips again, holding on tightly as you straddled his waist. The feeling of you pressing against him made his face flush brighter red.

“I-I…”

“Yes, Ethan?” You say as you feel his hard on beneath him, pressing down gently. His words got stuck in his throat as he felt you press down on him. Ethan let out a needy whimper instead of an answer, his hips bucking up slightly without his permission. His hands squeezed your hips tightly, fingers digging in almost painfully. “Ethan?” You ask again.

“I-I want…I want you to touch me. Please…” Ethan whined softly, his face burning with embarrassment at his own desperation. He spread his legs slightly under you without even realizing it, giving you better access to his growing arousal through his pants. “P-Please…”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you say as you move off his lap and slide between his legs, him propping himself up on his elbows as he looks down at you, following your movements. Ethan watched with wide eyes as you slid between his legs, his breath catching in his throat, knees falling open wider as you moved between them. When your hands started working on his belt, he let out a shaky gasp.

“Oh god…”

“You’re okay, Ethan,” you said softly as you plamed him through his boxers after unbuttoning his pants. Ethan let out a soft moan at the contact, his hips bucking slightly against your hand. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he enjoyed the sensation, his breath coming in short gasps. When you gripped him more firmly through his boxers, he let out a shaky whimper. You dipped your hand inside and pulled his hard cock out, gently spitting on it and stroking it a few times before you licked his tip.

“Fuck…fuck fuck fuck…” Ethan’s head fell back against the pillow as you licked his cock, his entire body shaking with pleasure and nervousness. His hands fisted in the bedsheets beside him as he tried to hold himself together. Your marm mouth felt incredible against him. “A-Ah…ah…”

“Feel good?” You tease as you take him in your mouth fully. Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head as you finally put your mouth on him. He let out a low, desperate moan that turned into a series of incoherent whimpers. His hips bucked up slightly, pushing him deeper into your mouth before he could stop himself.

“Y-Yes…” You took him deeper, tucking more of your hair behind your ears. Ethan’s moans grew louder and more desperate. His hands reached out blindly, finding their way into your hair and gripping tightly. He wasn’t trying to control you; he was desperate for something to hold onto. “Oh god oh god oh god…Please…”

You hollowed your cheeks and picked up the pace, trying to get him to his orgasm. Ethan’s body tensed up, his moans turned into desperate cries as you picked up the pace. His fingers curled tightly in your hair as he fought back from being too loud. He was so close, so close, his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“I-I’m gonna…” You sucked harder, wanting him to cum. With a strangled cry, Ethan spilled into your mouth. He came harder than he ever had before, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He felt like he was drowning in pleasure, his vision going white around the edges. “Nhgh…fuck…fuck…” You pulled your mouth off his cock, swallowing all his cum and licking your lips as you crawled up to straddle him again.

Ethan’s chest heaved as he came down from his high, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. He was a mess, his hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, lips parted as he panted heavily. His cock twitched weakly against his stomach, still sensitive from his intense orgasm. You slid your fingers down, pushing up your skin-tight dress as you slid your hands into your underwear, prepping yourself.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked, even though you knew he probably didn’t. Ethan shook his head weakly, still catching his breath.

“N-No…I don’t have any. I wasn’t expecting…I mean, I didn’t plan on…” He trailed off as he felt your fingers through your underwear, his eyes darkening with desire despite his lack of protection.

“It’s okay,” you said as you reached over him and grabbed one from your nightstand. Ethan watched with wide eyes as you retrieved a condom from your nightstand. He felt a mix of relief and jealousy, relief that you had protection, and jealousy that you felt the need to have them at all.

He pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the fact that you were about to put that condom on him. You opened it and slid it down on his cock gently. Ethan’s cock started to harden again at the sensation. He reached up and grabbed your hips, his breath catching in his throat.

“You’re…Fuck, you’re really going to…” He trailed off, his words getting lost in a moan as you positioned yourself over him. “I’ve never—”

“It’s okay, I know,” you said as you lined him up as you hovered over him. Ethan nodded, his eyes locked onto yours as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He felt the head of his cock press against your entrance before sliding in inch by inch.

“Ahh…” He gasped, his fingers digging into your hips. You sank down onto him fully, sitting there as you adjusted for a second, fuck, he was big. Ethan’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as he bottomed out inside of you. He could feel every inch of you stretched around him, and it was the most incredible feeling he’d ever experienced. He stayed still, giving you time to adjust, even though it was taking every ounce of his self-control. “You’re so tight…” He breathed out.

“Or you’re just big.” Ethan let out a low chuckle, the vibrations sending a shiver through both of you.

“Fuck, now I really want to move.” His hands tightened on your hips as he fought the urge to thrust up into you. “Can I…Can I move now?” He asked hoarsely.

“Mhm,” you hummed out as you began to move. As soon as you gave him the okay, he began to move his hips in time with yours. He started slowly at first, then picked up speed as he became more comfortable. He watched as your tits bounced up nd down in your dress with each thrust, his mouth watering at the sight.

“Fuck fuck fuck…”

“Fuck, Ethan,” you whined. Ethan’s moans grew louder and more pathetic-sounding as you rode him. He whimpered and whined with every thrust, his face contorting in pleasure.

“M-More…please moe…I need…” He babbled incoherently, his hips snapping up to meet yours desperately. “I’m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay,” you said, moving your hips faster. Ethan came with a pitiful whine, his entire body shaking as he spilled into the condom. He continued to whimper and whine as you kept riding him, his sensitive dick twitching with every thrust as you slowed.

“Nghh…F-Fuck, fuck…” As you slowed down, Ethan looked up at you with glazed-over eyes, his chest heaving. “D-Did you…cum, too?” He asked softly, his voice still shaking from his intense orgasm. You smile down at him, laughing softly.

“No, Ethan.” Ethan’s face immediately turned red with embarrassment and desperation.

“Please…Please, let me make you feel good too…” He was still hard and sensitive from his orgasm, but the thought of you just consumed him. “Please…” He begged softly.

“Ethan, you don’t have to—”

“I want to. I really want to,” he said, cutting you off, voice filled with genuine need. Ethan gently pulled you off him and moved to lay you down on the bed before crawling between your legs. “Let me…please?” He kissed your inner thigh softly as he begged again. You nodded as he carefully spread your legs wider before lowering his face between your thighs, pulling your underwear off. He had no idea what he was doing, but he was determined to make you feel good. He softly licked up your slit experimentally, tasting you for the first time.

“God…” Ethan continued to lick and suck at your pussy, his inexperience showing in his clumsy movements, but he was trying his best, and his eagerness was cute. He focused his tongue on your slit, licking and sucking at it gently. “Ethan…” You whimpered out. Hearing his name fall from your lips like that made his heart race. He doubled his efforts, licking and succking at your clit faster and more eagerly.

“Mmhm?” Ethan mumbled against you, the vibrations making you squirm. “Is this good?” He asked between licks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yes…Yes, you’re doing so good, Ethan,” you say as one of your hands snakes down to tangle in his curls. Ethan’s eyes fluttered closed at your praise, a soft moan escaping his lips as he continued eating you out hungrily. He felt your hand in his hair and pressed into it slightly, seeking more contact.

“Mmm…” He slipped two fingers inside you suddenly, testing the waters.

“Holy shit—” You moaned as he slipped his fingers inside of you. Ethan whined at your reaction, his fingers curling slightly inside you.

“Is this…Is this okay?” He asked between licks, his voice muffled by your pussy. His inexperience peeked through when his fingers were inside you, but it still felt so good.

“Yes, please don’t stop, Ethan,” you moan as your hand in his hair tightened, tugging slightly. Ethan’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you pulling his hair. He moaned louder against your pussy, his fingers moving faster and curling more purposefully inside you. He added a third finger, stretching you carefully as he cucked hard on your clit.

“I won’t stop…I won’t stop…”

“Ethan…Ethan, I’m gonna cum,” you whined. Ethan’s eyes widened slightly before he redoubled his efforts. He sucked hard on your clit and curled his fingers deeply inside you, unknowingly hitting your g-spot unknowingly. He hummed loudly, his fingers moving faster and harder as your moans grew louder.

“Cum, please cum.”

“Ethan!” You moaned loudly as your back arched off the bed. Ethan groaned in satisfaction as he felt your pussy clench around his fingers and your body tremble with pleasure. He kept licking and sucking gently, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

As you came down from your high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. You looked at him as he moved to hover over you again, panting heavily. Ethan looked at you with a mix of pride and satisfaction, his face flushed and lips glistening. He kissed you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“Did I do good?” He whispered against your mouth before kissing you deeper, wanting praise.

“You did so good…” Ethan beamed down at you, his ego boosted at your words. He realized he was still painfully hard, and his hips jerked slightly without meaning to.

“Do you…” He paused, licking his lips. “Do you mind if I…?” He trails off again, his face turning red again. You looked down and noticed he was hard again.

“Want some help?” You teased as you gently pushed him to sit back so you could move between his legs. Ethan’s eyes widened as you moved between his legs. He watched hungrily as you looked at his already unbuttoned jeans and pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and leaking at the tip.

You smiled up at him before spitting into your hand and softly gripping his cock. He gasped loudly as your hand wrapped around his cock. He watched intently as you began to jerk him off slowly, your hand coated with your saliva. He moaned softly, his hips bucking forward slightly.

“F-Fuck…” Ethan whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. You gripped his cock harder, speeding up your pace. His breath hitched as your pace increased. He moaned louder, his hips moving in sync with your hand. He knew he was close. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” He groaned, his face scrunching up in pleasure.

“Feel good, Ethan?” You teased. Ethan’s eyes rolled back as you said his name, becoming more sensitive. He could only nod and moan incoherently as you continued to jerk him off.

“Y-Yes…so good…I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned.

“Cmon, Ethan,” you encouraged. With a loud, broken moan, Ethan finally came undone. His cum shot out in thick ropes, coating your hand and stomach as he jerked wildly against your touch. He collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily and entirely spent, his sensitive cock twitching in your hand.

“...Fuck…” After he finished, you brought your hand up to your mouth and licked it clean. Ethan watched, frozen and unblinking, as you licked his cum off your hand like it was the most natural and sexiest thing in the world. He whimpered softly, his cock twitching again already. “Hoky shit,” he breathed softly. You smiled at him before kissing his lips softly.

“I’m gonna go shower quick, wait for me here?” You asked as you moved off your bed to change out of your clothes and slip your towel on. Ethan nodded slowly, still processing what just happened. His eyes followed your body as you stripped and wrapped a towel around yourself. He swallowed hard as he watched you disappear into your bathroom.

“Yeah…I’ll wait,” Ethan whispered to himself before lying back down on the bed with a satisfied smile. You got back from your shower to see Ethan lying on your bed, playing on his phone. You smiled and closed the door. Ethan looked up from his phone as you reentered the room. “Did you…shower good?” He asked hesitantly, awkwardly, as he set his phone aside. You laughed at his nervousness.

“I did, Ethan.” He was just in his shirt and boxers now, costume in a neat pile by the door. You slipped into your pajamas and sat on your bed next to him as he sat up. “It’s a bit of a walk back to your dorm…do you wanna stay?” Ethan’s eyes widened at the invitation. He looked down for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you?” He asked softly. “I don’t wanna be intruding…”

“You’re not,” you said, smiling at him as you lay down. Ethan smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through him at your kindness. He lay down next to you, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you.

“Thanks…I mean, for everything,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again.

“Mhm…” You hummed out as you moved over and cuddled up to him and shut your eyes. Ethan froze as you cuddled up to him, his arm automatically wrapping around you to keep you close. He could feel your body pressed against his side, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his suddenly racing heart.

His hand accidentally brushed against your stomach as he adjusted slightly, making him freeze again. “Night, Ethan…” You said softly. Ethan let out a soft breath he didn’t realize he was holding at your sleepy goodnight. His hand slowly moved from your stomach to gently play with a strand of your hair as he stared at the ceiling, completely still and silent now.

“Goodnight,” Ethan whispered back softly.

Summary: Ethan, who you have been close friends with your entire freshman year this far since being in the same group, has revealed he's a virgin and ever since you have been completely shocked because of how attractive you think he is. One day, you're sitting in his bed with him while he is explaining some physics to you before you finally ask him why he's never had a girlfriend. Making him flustered with you question, one thing ends up leading to another.

Tags: virginity loss, sub Ethan, smut, fluff, first time, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, praise kink, experienced reader, riding, cuming in pants, dry humming, neck kissing, vaginal fingering, creampie

A/N: Completely different than the last Ethan fic I wrote but I see him both ways sooooo

You bite your lip, a little distracted. Ethan sits like that a lot, you’ve noticed. Legs parted away from each other, manspreading. He sits against the headboard of his bed, slouching back with a book about something, you didn’t look, next to him, with one leg up—such an inviting seat. He sits like this a lot, manspreading in general, that is.

Even in his dorm, especially when he talks about nerdy things, he’s sitting on his bed, sitting like that, like an open invitation almost. It looks cozy, and further than that, you could picture many other things when he sits like that. Bouncing on his cock, grabbing at his curls, dry humping him, your imagination runs wild. Ethan’s a virgin, apparently, so you wonder if things that like cross his mind often.

You sit with Ethan on his bed, and you couldn’t help but eye him. How was he a virgin when he looks like that, and at the very least, how had he never even had a girlfriend? It had confused you all year. As you sit beside him on his bed, Ethan continues to discuss the latest theory on interstellar travel in detail, utterly oblivious to how attractive you find him, in general, and sitting there like an open invitation. His grey sweats hang loosely on his hips with his black hoodie riding up slightly, making your thoughts run more wild.

“Hey, Ethan?” You ask as your eyes flick back up to his face. Ethan pauses mid-sentence about black holes, turning his head to look at you with curious hazel eyes. His curls are slightly messy from running his hands through them while explaining complex physics.

“Hmm?” He sits up straighter.

“How come you’ve never had a girlfriend?” You ask casually. He blinks, taken aback by the question. He shifts slightly on the bed, causing his sweats to ride up a bit higher on his thighs.

“Uh, well…” He scratches the back of his neck, looking adorably flustered. You stare at him, waiting for him to answer, slightly biting your bottom lip with a small smile, loving his reaction to your question. Seeing you bite your lip makes Ethan swallow hard. He unconsciously spreads his legs wider on the bed, his sweats tightening slightly around his crotch. “I mean, girls usually go for someone like Chad…not guys like me.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Ethan chuckles nervously and flustered, his hazel eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again.

“Really? You don’t think I’m too…weird or geeky?” He asks as he spreads his legs even wider on the bed, his sweats stretching tautly over his bulge.

“Not at all, Ethan, you’re cute,” you say flirtatiously, flashing him a smile. His face turns bright red at your compliment. He’s not used to this. He bites his lip, mirroring your action from earlier. Without realizing it, he adjusts himself subtly through his pants, making his bulge more noticeable.

“T–Thanks…” His voice comes out a little breathless.

“Mhmm,” you hum out, looking up at him through your lashes. Ethan’s heart nearly stops at the way you’re looking at him. His cock twitches in his pants, and he suddenly becomes very aware of how low-cut your top is. He clears his throat.

“Y-You’re staring…” He says, his voice cracking a bit.

“I know,” you say, you’re voice velvety. Ethan’s breath hitches audibly. His hands grip the comforter tightly as his cock starts to harden visibly in his sweats. He bites his lip again, harder, trying to hold back a groan.

“Fuck…” He whispers under his breath. “Stop…Stop looking at me like that…” He almost whines.

“Why, Ethan?” You say as your voice drips with seduction. His face contorts in a mix of pleasure and discomfort as his cock strains against the fabric of his sweats. He squirms slightly on his bed, his legs falling open even wider.

“Because, it’s making me…” He trails off, his voice cracking and barely above a whisper. Your eyes move to his bulge in his sweats, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Oh, Ethan…” You say with a smile as you move over to sit on his lap, feeling his hard-on beneath you. How was he a virgin? His eyes nearly roll back in his head at the feeling of you sitting on him. He lets out a choked-off moan, his hands automatically moving to grip your waist.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out. His cock throbs under you, clearly visible through his sweats. “You shouldn’t…fuck…” You smile down at him and bite your lip as your hands move to his soldiers since he’s sitting up now. Ethan’s breath catches in his throat as your hands rest on his shoulders, his fingers digging into your waist at the touch.

“Ethan, have you had your first kiss?” He shakes his head as he looks up at you with wide, desperate eyes.

“No, I haven’t,” he admits shyly. Your smile widens.

“Lucky me…” You say as you close the distance between you and him, gently kissing him. Ethan freezes momentarily as your lips meet his, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy. Then his hands shoot up to tangle in your hair as he kisses you back eagerly, but clumsily. His cock throbs urgently against you through his sweats.

You smile into the kiss as he clumsily reciprocates, loving every second of this. After a few minutes of inexperienced but enthusiastic kissing, Ethan pulls back slightly, panting softly. His cheeks are flushed a deep red, and he looks up at you with wonder in his eyes, still reeling from the fact that he just had his first kiss.

God, he looked so beautiful like this. You started to grind down onto him beneath you slowly. As you grind down on him, Ethan’s eyes nearly roll back in his head at the foreign but incredible sensation. His hands move down to your waist, and his hips jerk upward instinctively, pressing his hard cock more firmly against you. He lets out a soft, needy whine. His voice goes straight to your core.

“Aww, baby, you enjoying yourself?” His face turns an even deeper shade of red at being called baby, and his cock throbs painfully beneath you. He nods frantically, his voice coming out as more of a whimper than actual words.

“Y…Yess…” You let out a soft chuckle while smiling, biting your lip as you reach down and pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra on your top half. Ethan swallows hard. He’s seen porn, but this is real life, and you’re straddling him in your bra. His eyes drop to your chest, watching you hungrily as your breasts bounce softly while you grind down onto him.

“Ethan?” You ask seductively. He snaps out of his daze at the sound of your voice, his eyes meeting yours again. His pupils are blown wide with lust, and he’s breathing heavily through his mouth.

“Y-Yes?” He stammers, his voice strained and needy.

“Do you wanna take my bra off?” You ask as you move your hands to the clip behind your back. Ethan’s hands shake slightly as he fumbles with the bra clip, his fingers clumsy with nervous excitement. It takes him a few tries to unhook it finally. As the bra falls away, revealing your bare breasts, he lets out a soft gasp.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. You grind down on him again. He throws his head back with a low moan as you grind down on his clothed erection again. His hips jerk upward involuntarily to meet your movements. Ethan watches hungrily as your breasts bounce softly with your movements. “God…” He mutters softly, his eyes glassy with lust.

“Ethan…” You moan softly, on purpose, with a smile, looking at him contorting in pleasure. His hips buck up violently against you at the sound of his name mixed with your moan. His fingers dig into your hips possessively, and he’s breathing so hard it’s almost obscene.

“You’re gonna make me…Oh god…” Ethan’s completely losing control, his virgin body and mind completely overwhelmed by sensation. You feel a wetness pool out beneath you. No way.

“Ethan, did you just cum?” You ask as you stop your movements. He blushes furiously, his face turning bright red. He looks mortified, his eyes darting away from you.

“I-I’m sorry…” He stammers, his voice small and ashamed. He’s trembling slightly, worried he’s messed everything up, his cock still twitching beneath you, spent but still half hard. You lean down and gently grab his cheek and turn his gaze back at you.

“That’s so hot…” You breathe out against his lips before kissing him. Ethan melts into the kiss, his embarrassment slowly fading as he realizes you’re not upset or disgusted by his premature release. He kisses you back eagerly, his hands staying on your hips, pulling you closer against him despite the fact that he just came. You break the kiss and start to pull up his hoodie, urging him to take it off. He raises his arms quickly to help you remove his hoodie, tossing it onto the floor.

He’s left shirtless, his chest lean and muscled, his V-line well defined. He watches you intently, as you eye him, his gaze dropping to your bare breasts again. You look down at him, his cheeks tinted red as he softly pants. Fuck, it was a sight. “You’re hot, you know that, Ethan?” He blushes even deeper at your words, his heart pounding in his chest. He can’t think straight, only feeling the way the heat between his legs is building again despite having just cum.

“I-I want…”

“Yes, Ethan?” You ask, your voice dripping with seduction. He swallows hard, watching your breasts move softly with your shallow breathing. Ethan’s mind is filled with dirty thoughts. He’s never been this turned on in his life.

“I…” He licks his lips, “I want…” He hesitates, blushing again.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to take off your shorts,” he blurts out, his voice hoarse with need. He can’t think of anything else he wants more than to see you completely naked right now. His hands are shaking as he reaches out to try and help you take off your shorts himself, desperate for more skin contact despite him still being in his boxers and sweats.

You slip off his lap for a second as you feel off your shorts and your underwear, dropping them on the floor before getting back on his lap, grinding on his clothed bulge as you do so, teasing him. Ethan groans deeply as you grind against him, his hips bucking upward almost automatically. His hands grip your bare ass tightly, pulling you harder against him. He’s rock hard again, his cock straining against his cum soaked sweats. “Fuck…” He mutters under his breath.

He leans his head back against the headboard, slouching and getting a good look at you. His eyes roll back slightly, jaw slack, as he takes all of you in as you sit on his lap. He’s never seen anything hotter. Ethan’s hands squeeze your ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks. He can feel pre-cum leaking out of his tip, soaking his boxers and sweats even more. “Please…” He whines. “Let me…” You move one of his hands to your pussy.

“You gotta prep me if I’m gonna fuck you, Ethan.” He nods eagerly, his fingers trembling as he carefully spreads your folds apart. He’s never touched a girl like this before, or at all, for that matter, and he’s terrified of doing it wrong. But the feel of you, wet and warm under his fingertips, drives him insane. He slowly pushes one finger inside you gently, testing the waters. You notice his nervousness and try to help him out.

“Mhm, good. Now you go in and out, but make sure you curl your fingers when you go all the way in.” You say as you talk him through it. Ethan’s jaw drops open slightly at your instructions, excited to learn what to do and what you like. With a slight bit of confidence, he slides two fingers in and out this time, curling them upwards as you said. His thumb finds your clit and traces small circles around it.

“Am I doing,” He starts before you cut him off.

“So good, Ethan. You’re doing so good…” You say as you moan softly. Hearing your moans and praises makes his cock throb painfully against his sweats. He adds a third finger, stretching you gently as he fingers you faster and harder, curling his fingers just right to hit your G-spot.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” You grab his wrist and pull his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth as you suck them clean, your tongue circling his fingers and sucking them, mimicking almost how you would duck him off, before letting them go with a pop. Ethan’s eyes widen as he watches you suck his fingers clean. He’s never seen anything more erotic than watching you do that. His cock is aching now, begging for attention. He whines softly, watching you. “I need…I need…” He trails off, blushing deeply again.

“What do you need, Ethan?” He swallows hard.

“To touch my dick, o-or for you to touch it, or suck it. Or…God…” He spreads his legs wider unconsciously, his sweats tightening painfully around his erection. He’s never been this hard before, never needed release this bad.

“How about I sit on it?” You suggest with a playful smirk. Ethan’s eyes snap to yours as he swallows hard again.

“Jesus, you mean…” He lifts his hips slightly, “Like ride me?” He imagines you bouncing on his dick, and he groans softly. He’s never had sex before, never even gotten head before, and the idea of you doing anything drives him insane.

“Yes, Ethan,” you said as you pulled his sweats down a bit, revealing his clothed bulge in his boxers, and you began to palm it. He gasps loudly at your touch, his cock throbbing against your hand through his boxers. He wants to feel your bare skin on him so badly. His legs shake slightly, totally inexperienced and overwhelmed.

“I don't… I don't know what I'm doing,” Ethan admits shyly.

“Don’t worry, let me,” you say as you pull his boxers down enough to set his cock free. He lifts his hips to help you remove his boxers completely. His cock springs free, stiff and dripping with pre-cum. He observes your face to see your reaction. It’s his first time showing his cock to someone else, and he doesn’t know what your response will be.

What the fuck? You think as you look down at his cock. “Fuck your big…” Ethan's face turns red at your words as you stare at his cock. He’s bigger than average, a good 8 inches and thick. He’s never really thought about the size or anything before, but hearing you compliment him makes him excited.

“That’s good, right?” He asks nervously. God, he was cute. You bite your lip and smile as you grip his cock, not moving your hand but rubbing your thumb in circles over his tip. He hisses as you finally touch him, his hips bucking forward slightly. His eyes roll back in his head in pleasure as his jaw goes slack. “F-Fuck. That feels so good…” He looks back up at you with hooded eyes, his cheeks flushed and breathing heavily. He’s never felt anything like this before.

“Yeah, it will feel even better inside of me,” Ethan whines at your words, his hips lifting off the bed.

“Inside you, you mean…” He blushed even deeper as he paused. He’s never even seen a real pussy before, let alone been inside one. “Like…Really fuck you?”

“Mhm,” you hum out as you nod your head and smile. “I’m assuming you don’t have a condom, right?” He shakes his head.

“No, I didn’t think I’d ever need one. I mean, I didn’t think I’d need one like now, I didn’t think I’d be getting laid any time soon…or at all.” He looks at you with wide eyes, realizing what you’re implying.

“Well then, lucky you,” you say as you position yourself over his cock. Ethan’s eyes are glued to the sight in front of him as he sees you hovering over his cock. You sink down onto him, you pussy enveloping his cock. He’s never felt anything this good in his entire life. He grips the sheets beside him, his knuckles turning white as he tries not to cum instantly.

“Fuck, fuck…!” You smile, looking down at him, as he grips the sheets tightly. You begin to ride him slowly. Ethan watched you ride him, his eyes locked on where your pussy swallows his cock over and over again. This sight is too much for him; he has never seen anything so pornographic before in his life in person. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing he’s getting close, even though it has been like 15 seconds. Ethan’s panting heavily, his whole body shaking as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but the feeling of you wrapped around him is too good. “I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Ethan,” you moan out, almost pornographically. That breaks him. Your moans, the feeling of your pussy, the fact that he’s actually inside someone, it’s all too much. He buries himself deep inside you with a loud groan and cums hard. His warm release fills you up instantly as his virginity washes away. You can’t help but smirk as you look at the scene unfold beneath you. Ethan looks up at you with eyes filled with pleasure and disbelief.

He can’t believe he just came inside you; he can’t believe he just lost his virginity. He’s panting heavily as he watches his cock pulse inside you, still releasing small amounts of cum every time it twitches. He’s completely overwhelmed; he’s never felt anything like this before. He watches as his cum leaks out of you and slides down his cock. He groans softly, his cock twitching again inside you at the sight.

“F-Fuck, that’s so much…”

“You did so well, Ethan,” you praise. He blushes deeply at the praise, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“Really? You think so?” Ethan looks up at you with innocent eyes, still in awe of what just happened. His cock twitches again, slowly starting to harden once more.

“Of course, baby,” you say as you brush some of his curls off his forehead. He’s fully hardened again now, but he looks so cute with his messy hair from you running your fingers through it.

“Mmmm.” He softly whines as you slip off his cock. Ethan watches with wide eyes as his cum leaks out of you and onto his lap. His cock stands upright again against his stomach as you slip off it, covered in his cum. He bites his lip, feeling embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by the sight.

“Oh god,” he whispers softly. You look down at his hard cock before moving down to lick a stripe up it, looking at Ethan the entire time. He shudders at the sensation of your tongue on his sensitive cock. His hips jerk slightly as he watches your tongue swirl around the head of his cock. He’s never had a blowjob before, and the feeling is overwhelmingly intense. “Fuck…Oh my God…”

You smile as he contorts in pleasure above you. You swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him in your mouth entirely, tucking your hair behind your ears. His eyes roll back slightly as he feels your warm mouth envelop him completely. Ethan lets out a low moan as his hands instinctively grab onto your hair for support. The sensation is unlike anything he has ever felt before, even after just fucking you.

“Oh fuck, oh God…” You can feel his balls tighten, knowing once again he’s already close. You don’t mind, you understand that he cums quickly from his lack of experience. His legs tremble as he tries to hold back, but it’s already too intense. “Wait–holy shit, I’m gonna…”

Ethan lets out a choked gasp, his fingers tangling tighter in your hair. His body can’t control itself, as cum immediately shoots into your mouth. You feel his cum fill your mouth, swallowing it all as you pull your mouth off him. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling as he looks down at you with wide, dazed eyes. His cock is still semi-hard and slathering with saliva as it twitches from the intense orgasm.

“Oh my god…That was…Fuck…” You smile up at him and bite your lip, your hands resting on his thighs. Without thinking, he reaches down and pulls you back onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against you. “I want to…I want to try something else.” He whimpers.

“What do you want, Ethan?”

He hesitates for a moment before blurting out, “I want to have sex again, but this time I want to be…on top…” He looks up at you with a mix of nervousness. You smile and roll off his lap, lying down next to him as you move him on top of you. Ethan spreads your legs apart with his knees, positioning himself at your entrance. He looks down at your body, taking you in, mesmerized.

He slowly pushes inside you, his eyes closed from the pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes inside you fully. “Fuck,” he whispers into your ear as he slowly begins to thrust. Him being on top feels completely different for him. He can control the pace, feel every inch of you gripping him.

“You’re doing so well, Ethan…” You softly moan. Hearing your moan and encouragement makes him gain some confidence. He starts moving faster and deeper, his hips rolling into you with more purpose. One hand grips your hip while the other presses into the buttress beside your head. His kisses are clumsy and eager against your neck and collarbone.

“Does that feel good?” He pants.

“Yes, Ethan,” You say through soft moans.

“Mmm…” He starts picking up speed, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic. Ethan then accidentally hits that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back and moan loudly. He freezes suddenly, realizing what he just did. “Did I…Did I do that right?” He asks softly, his face buried in your neck.

“Ethan, Ethan, do that again, please,” You whine. He immediately repeats the motion, his eyes lighting up with joy when you moan loudly. He starts focusing on hitting that spot over and over, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. His arms slide down to hold your waist, pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you like he's never getting this opportunity again.

“Is that good?” He says through pants and groans.

“Oh my God, Ethan…Yes Ethan…Fuck…” You moan out as he fucks you. Ethan’s cock twitches at hearing you curse his name. He pounds into you harder, chasing your moans and trying to impress you. Sweat starts forming on his forehead.

“Shit, y-you feel so fucking good…” He whines.

“Yes, Ethan. Feels so good…you’re doing so good baby…” Your words push him over the edge. He can feel his orgasm building rapidly, and he buries his face in your neck, biting down gently as he cums hard inside you again, filling you up.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming,” Ethan whimpers as he finishes, feeling you come undone after him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His cock is still twitching inside you as the last drops of cum spill out. You chuckle as he lies on top of you, your hands wrapped around his back, rubbing it reassuringly.

“You okay?” You ask softly as he nods, face still buried in your neck. He feels exhausted but incredibly happy. He’s never experienced anything like this before.

“Mhmm…I’m good…” He mumbles into your neck. “I think I like having sex…a lot…” His voice is muffled against your skin. You smile and giggle. Ethan props himself up slightly to look at your face. There’s a mix of sweat and sex-drugged euphoria across his face. “Did I…Did I make you feel good?” He asks softly, genuinely wanting your approval. You nod with a soft smile as you run a hand through his curls.

“You made me feel so good, Ethan.” He blushes a deep red, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“Really? Because I can do better next time…If you want…” His voice trails off hopefully, clearly wanting you to tell him he did well while still being honest.

“Oh, you want a next time?” You tease. Ethan immediately starts stuttering, his face somehow getting redder than it was before.

“I-I mean only if you want to…I wasn’t assuming or anything…I just…uh…” He trails off again, nervous and embarrassed. You smile and repress a laugh.

“Yes, of course I want to do this again.” He grins widely and buries his face in your neck again.

“Good, because after that I don’t think I can get enough of you…” He murmurs against your neck as he smiles. You smile to yourself, he was too cute.

Summary: You and Rodrick are family friends and forced to share a room when both your parents have you guys house sit/babysit both your siblings in one house when they go on a trip together. You and him always banter and argue, and in the midst of arguing with him about cleaning his room, your anger turns to something else heated.

Tags: smut, hate sex, rough kissing, dom reader, neck kissing, dry humping, grinding, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex, riding, begging, whimpering, creampie

A/N: Def different from what I normally post, but I recently saw an edit of him on tik tok and remembered how big of a crush I had on him when these movies came out.

Rodrick and you are alone in a house with your siblings because your parents were on a trip. You and Rodrick never really got along, ever, despite your parents being best friends. You were always bantering and at each other’s throats, so of course, you guys had to share a room since your parents all decided to stick you in one house.

Rodrick's brother, Greg, stayed in Rodrick’s room, and your brothers shared Greg’s room, leaving you and Rodrick in the guest room, the only room with two beds. Your parents stuck you guys together to put the two “adults” in the same room, also in the hope that it would help you guys deal with your issues.

The worst part of all this was that you had to share a bathroom, and his side of the room was always dirty, sometimes even on your side of the room. You were always yelling at him for leaving his shit everywhere, or toothpaste in the sink.

“Ugh, would it kill you to keep your side clean?” You groan at his mess. Rodrick rolls his eyes and smirks.

“Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on. It’s not that big of a deal.

“Ugh, don’t talk about my panties,” you say, annoyed. “I just…would it kill you to clean up a bit? I mean, we have to share a sink, and it’s nasty you have toothpaste all over, and I don’t want your shit to get on my toiletries or makeup bag. And don’t even get me started on your side of the room…it’s messy as fuck. How? I don’t even know.” You ramble, annoyed. Rodrick chuckles and leans against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed.

“Aww, is the princess upset because her makeup bag might get dirty? Boohoo,” he mocks dramatically. “And my side is messy because I have better things to do than be all neat freak like you.”

“I am not a neat freak, I just don’t let everything go to shit.” You say, pushing past him out of the bathroom. “And you don’t have better things to do.” Rodrick scoffs as you walk past him.

“Whatever, princess. At least I’m not obsessed with keeping everything perfect.” He turns around and walks back into his messy side of the room, kicking a pile of clothes out of the way. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“I’m not obsessed with keeping everything perfect. In fact, I have a pile of unfolded clothes on my window seat at home.” Rodrick laughs and sits down on his bed, surrounded by his mess.

“Oh, so you’re saying you’re not a total neat freak? Because from what I can see, it looks like you’re trying to keep everything in this room spotless.”

“No, I just try and make it not look like a fucking bomb went off,” you retort. Rodrick shrugs and leans back on his pillows, grinning.

“Too messy for you, princess?” He teases, picking up a dirty shirt and throwing it across the room onto a pile of other dirty clothes. “I like it like this, it’s comfortable.”

“Wow, didn’t know you loved rolling around in filth,” you say as you roll your eyes. Rodrick laughs again and throws one of his pillows at you.

“You’re one to talk. You probably sleep with your stuffed animals arranged perfectly around your pillow,” he teases. “And use those fancy body washes that make your bathroom smell like a fucking garden or something.”

“So last time I checked, when you try to insult someone, don't tell them their fancy body wash smells good.” Rodrick pauses for a moment, then smirks.

“Toche, princess. Maybe I should stick to insults I actually mean.” He leans back more, crossing his arms behind his head. “But seriously, can’t you just deal with a little mess?”

“Um, yeah, I can deal with a little mess, but this is not a little,” you say as your hands motion to his side of the room at him. Rodrick raises an eyebrow and looks around his side of the room.

“So, what you’re saying is that this,” he waves his arms around dramatically, “Is way too messy for your delicate self? Like, does it offend you?” He grins mischievously, waiting for your response.

“Yes,” you say bluntly. Rodrick stares at you for a moment, trying not to laugh.

“Let me ask you something,” he says, waiting for your response. When you raise an eyebrow, he continues. “Do you have a problem with messes in general, or is it just my mess that bugs you?” He says with a wicked smirk. You roll your eyes.

“Just…Why can’t you clean up a little?” You ask, ignoring his question. Rodrick sits up, his grin dropping.

“Why can’t you just deal with it? It’s my space, my mess. You don’t have to touch it or even look at it if it bothers you so much.” He throws his arms up dramatically.

“Well, it’s in my space because we are sharing a room. God, do you need me to help you or something?” You say, extremely annoyed now. He scoffs, looking away from you as he smiles and runs his tongue over his top teeth.

“No, I don’t need your help, princess. I can clean my damn room.” He stands up and starts picking up some of the clothes off the floor, throwing them into a nearby hamper with more force than necessary.

“Aww, look at you go,” you tease as you watch him clean, standing with your arms crossed. Rodrick glares over at you.

“You know what your problem is?” He waits for you to say something if you have to. When you raise an eyebrow at him, he continues. “You’re too damn picky. Like, everything has to be perfect. Your hair, your clothes, your room…”

“You think I’m perfect?” You tease with a wicked smirk. Rodrick freezes for a moment, then realizes you're messing with him.

“No, God. You’re far from perfect. You’re uptight, you’re picky, and you probably organize your underwear by color or some shit,” he says as he throws a nearby sock at you. You scream as the sock hits you.

“EW! Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!” You say as you pick it up with the tips of your fingers and quickly throw it back. “Why would you do that?!” Rodrick laughs as you freak out over the dirty sock.

“Because it was funny. You should see your face.” He picks up another sock and holds it out teasingly. “Want another one?” He smirks. “Or maybe I’ll throw a pair of my boxers at you next.”

“If you throw your underwear at me, I swear to God I will kill you,” you warn. His laughter reaches new heights at your threat.

“Oh, really? Just try and stop me then, princess.” He picks up a pair of his boxers from the floor, holding them in his hand dramatically. “You can’t stop me from throwing these at your perfect little face.”

“Thank you, my face is perfect!” You say louder, annoyed and scared he will actually throw his underwear at you. Rodrick rolls his eyes at your teasing comment.

“Yeah, yeah. Your face is perfect. Your hair is perfect. Your attitude is perfect.” He throws his boxers at you, laughing as you jump back to avoid them. “Your reaction to my dirty underwear is perfect, too.” You scream and jump back as his boxers fall in front of one of your feet, not hitting you.

“Get your underwear off my side of the room!” Rodrick laughs even harder, bending over slightly to catch his breath.

“Oh my God, you’re so dramatic. It’s just some boxers!” He picks up more clothes from the floor, tossing them into the hamper without bothering to look at them. “You know what?”

“What?” You ask, annoyed as you hesitantly kick his boxers over to him. Rodrick’s expression turns thoughtful as he watches you kick his boxers back over to him.

“You know what would bug you?” He says with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What?” You ask dryly.

“If I threw my boxers right on your bed.” He says it casually, but his eyes are watching you closely. He picks up the pair again and holds them out, like he’s considering throwing them onto your bed.

“Rodrick. I swear to God. I will break your drums and then cry.” Rodrick can’t help but burst into laughter at your threat,

“You would actually cry because I put my underwear on your bed? What are you, five?” He takes a step closer to your bed, purposely dangling the boxers. “Maybe I should…”

“Rodrick!” You say as you stand in front of him, between you and your bed. “Rodrick, please do not.” He stops in his tracks, looking down at you with a playful grin. You’re standing right in front of him, blocking his path to your bed. He leans down slightly so his face is closer to yours.

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” You look at him for a second before reaching up and kissing him aggressively. Rodrick is caught off guard by your sudden kiss, but he quickly responds. He drops the boxers onto the floor, and his arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer. He kisses you back with equal intensity, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Fuck.” You walk you both until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed, and you break the kiss to push him down so he’s sitting on the bed. Rodrick falls back onto the bed with a surprised grunt as you push him down. He’s looking up at you with a stunned expression mixed with arousal. His hair was slightly messy from your hands gripping it during the kiss. “...What the actual fuck was that?”

“Just shut the fuck up,” you say as you crawl onto him, and he moves to sit with his back against the headboard as you straddle his waist, kissing him desperately and aggressively. He can barely breathe as you kiss him, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you in place on his lap. He breaks the kiss to start kissing along your jawline and down your neck, his hands slowly moving to grip your thighs spread over his hips.

“Fucking hell…” He mutters against your neck.

“Fuck…” You moan out, Rodrick’s hands slide up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place. He kisses and bites along your neck and collarbone, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he feels you grinding down onto his hardening cock through his jeans.

“Shit…stop moving like that…” He groans.

“Why? You gonna fuck up your pants?” You tease aggressively. Rodrick lets out a low whimper, his grip on your thighs tightening. He bucks his hips up again, pressing his growing erection against you.

“You know I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“Not so cocky now, are you?” He groans loudly, his face pressing into your neck as you grind down onto him again.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re just making it worse.” He bites down on your neck, his hands moving to grip your hips and hold you still. “Stop fucking grinding on me.”

“So pathetic,” you say as you kiss him and pull at the hem of his shirt. He moans softly as you kiss him again, lifting his arms so you can pull his shirt off. His hips jerk upwards slightly as you pull back to throw his shirt on the floor. He watches you straddle him again, your hair messy and cheeks flushed. You take off your shirt, revealing your lacy, black bra, and throw your shirt over onto your bed. Rodrick’s eyes widen slightly as he takes in your appearance. He swallows hard, his hands moving up to grip your hips again.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes trail down to your bra, and he licks his lips nervously.

“What, never seen a pair in real life before?” You tease. Rodrick rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk that forms on his face.

“Sh-Shut up. Just…” But you cut him off with a kiss. You grab his hands and move them to cup your breasts through your bra. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hands on you. His breath catches in his throat as he feels your breasts in his hands. He moves one hand to support your back while the other starts exploring, rubbing, and squeezing you through the bra.

“Jesus…” he mutters against your lips, his hips jutting upward again as yours move. You moan into his mouth as you continue to kiss. Rodrick kisses you back hungrily, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he continues to grope your breasts. He can feel himself getting harder by the second, his pants feeling too tight. Without breaking the kiss, he starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. “I need to…” He pants.

“What do you need?” You ask as you run your hands up his chest, ending to rest on his shoulders. He swallows hard, his voice hoarse with desire.

“I need to be inside you.” Rodrick manages to get his belt off and starts unbuttoning his jeans with shaking hands. “I need to feel you, taste you…” He kisses you again, more urgently this time. “Please…”

“So needy,” you say as you kiss his neck and trail them down his stomach as you move off his lap, down his happy trail, and stop at his unbuttoned jeans. You palm him through his boxers. “Is this what you need?” You tease. He lets out a choked gasp as you palm him through his boxers. His head falls back against the headboard with a thud.

“Fuck yes…that’s exactly what I need…” Rodrick spreads his legs wider unconsciously, giving you better access. “Take them off…Please…” He begs. You bite your lips and smile as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers and lick his tip, teasing him. His hips bucked up off the bed, a low groan escaping his lips. “Fuck…Don’t tease me,” he pants, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He watches you with lust-filled eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Put it in your mouth…Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” You say as you spit on his cock and lick a strip up it before taking him in your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes as you begin to bob your head. Rodrick’s mouth falls open, his eyes rolling back in his head as you take him in your mouth. He watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, his hands reaching out to tangle in your hair. He groans loudly, his hips moving in sync with your head.

“Holy fuck…” You pull off his cock, licking your lips. He whines at the loss, his hips still moving slightly as if looking for your mouth. Rodrick looks at you with a desperate expression. “Why’d you stip? I was so close…” He reaches down to grab his cock, giving it a few pumps. “Come on…” He whines.

You sit before him, loving the sight of him, all needy. You move to straddle his waist again. His hands immediately go to your hips, gripping tightly as you straddle him. He’s rock hard and leaking precum, his cock pressing urgently against your cloth-covered pussy. “Ride me…” He begs hoarsely. “I need to be inside your pussy right fucking now.”

“Say please, Rodrick.” He groans in frustration, his hips bucking up against you.

“Please…Come on, please ride my cock. I need to feel you around me.” Rodrick looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hands squeezing your hips. “I’m begging you…”

“Good boy,” you say as you pull your shorts and underwear to the side, as you sink onto his cock, moaning softly at the stretch. He throws his head back, a loud groan escaping him as you take him in. His grip on your waist tightens, helping you set the pace as you start to ride him. He’s so deep inside you, filling you completely.

“Fuck yes…Just like that…” He whines as he kisses you hard. You smirk against his lips before you kiss back, riding him. Rodrick kisses you eagerly, his tongue tangling with yours. He lifts his hips to meet your movements, thrusting up into you as you ride him. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the two of you panting and moaning. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He nods vigorously, his hands moving from your waist to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

“So tight…so wet…” Rodrick rambles, and he pinches your nipple through your bra, making you gasp and ride him harder. “Don’t stop…fuck me…”

“Wasn’t planning on it, Rodrick.” He loses control as his hips move faster and harder. He’s so close to coming undone.

“I’m gonna cum…” You smile and bite your lip as you ride him faster, your moans falling from your lips. His eyes roll back in his head as you move faster. He grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock, holding you there as he cums with a loud groan. “Fuck, fuck fuck…” He keeps thrusting up into you, filling you.

You slowed your riding as he finishes. Rodrick pants heavily, his body shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm. He looks up at you with a satisfied grin. “Fuck…” He gives you a few more gentle thrusts before pulling you down for a deep kiss.

“Now, will you clean your side?” You tease. Rodrick laughs softly against your lips as you break the kiss,

“Yeah…Yeah, I’ll clean it.” He pulls out of you slowly, groaning as your pussy tries to hold onto his softening cock. “Jesus Christ…”

“Good,” you purr. Rodrick smirks as he moves to get up, shirtless, as he starts to pick up clothes from around the room and throws them nicely into the hamper.

Literally I have an addiction I can’t stop consuming every media and fanfiction of Dennis Whitaker and the Pitt on the planet. (It’s been like this forever) - ft one of my 50 million edits of him I have saved