ethan had finished already, clearly. his chest was heaving, sweat beading down his temples, and he had the most fucked out look on his face that you had ever seen. he looked so beautiful this way, you thought.

he pushed aside the damp curls that had fallen in front of his eyes, and let his tired limbs relax fully into the mattress underneath him. his body jolted suddenly, feeling your hand beginning to pump him again, once, and it was slow. you started from his base and dragged up towards his tip, coating his skin with the cum from his previous orgasm.

how was he supposed to feel at that moment? he was incredibly sensitive to your touch, and he hissed a little when you pumped him again and again. it’s not that he wanted you to stop, but god he didn’t think he had anything left in him.

“y/n-“ he gasped, one of his legs bending at the knee, the rest of his body squirming to escape you.

you held him there, your free hand putting pressure on his hip to keep him still. the fact that you didn’t respond was driving him crazy. all you did was glance up quickly to catch the desperation in his eyes.

you were determined to milk whatever he had left out of him, even if it wasn’t much. tightening your grip, you twisted your hand over him, moving up and down in a wave-like motion, something that always got him worked up.

ethan couldn’t complile the words to protest against you at this point, his mouth hanging open with broken whimpers escaping every now and then. an all too familiar fire began burning in the pit of his stomach again, and his eyebrows knit together.

and there you sat, jerking the fuck out of his dick while he squirmed and whined, with this devilish smirk on your face. this was fun for you, in all honesty. and even though it was torture at first, ethan enjoyed it too.

you formed your hand into a fist around his tip, rubbing and rubbing until his strongly built back was arching off the bed.

his shaft twitched, and you felt it. the smirk on your face grew and your hand worked faster. he was panting now, but his breath caught, his body going completely rigid for a split second.

ok, so I hope I do this justice.

Here’s the thing about omega y/n she is secluded taught to constantly stay away from the Alphas that went to her high school. So the day she was walking and ended on the ground after a thud took her back. She closed her eyes with the impact of the fall but opening her eyes she knew exactly who had her in the compromising position. Alpha Dolan, well one of them Ethan to be exact. 

“Uh hi”

“omega” 

“sorry Alpha, I didn’t mean…”

“you did nothing wrong omega it was my fault” He got up instantly reaching his hand out to help her stand. That took her back even more because Alpha’s were the high ranks and Omegas were low, Alphas didn’t tend to act this kind to Omegas, but Y/N took the hand anyway. 

“Sorry about your shirt” Y/N hadn’t even noticed the massive stain of red from Ethan’s Gatorade that now littered her shirt. She looked down seeing it seeping through the thin white fabric she had on. 

“I, Uhm it’s alright Alpha”

“Call me Ethan Omega” She something about Y/N confused Ethan. He felt for her something that he hadn’t felt for anyone. He didn’t feel power over her like he did everyone else. He didn’t know what was going on but he knew he wanted to get to know her. “Come with me and I’ll get you something to wear”

“No, it’s alright Alp, Ethan” Y/N didn’t understand what was going on she didn’t quite get why this Alpha was being so nice to her. She never had that before with anyone Let alone an Alpha. 

“I insist Omega” She listened instantly not wanting to upset the Alpha. Ethan was ecstatic, he wanted to touch her to feel her. He felt an urge he had never felt before.  He led her to his locker and handed her an extra shirt that he had. “I’m sorry again Grayson and I were running and screwing around I hadn’t seen you”

“No one does”

“I do”

“what?”

“I notice you”

“Well yeah cause you ran into me”

“no I mean, something about you I just… Omega I think I’m falling for you” See Y/N didn’t understand that. Why would an alpha fall for her she was just an Omega, but in reality, Y/N didn’t really care about that. The way Ethan looked at her was as if he was expecting her to drop at his feet. But though Y/N was reserved she was most definitely not that girl. Part of her didn’t want to test the Alpha but the other part was telling her to. Telling her that if she mattered he would at least try. I mean she never really talked to Ethan before the spilling incident so she needed to know. Needed to know she wouldn’t be hurt. 

“Gonna have to try harder than that Dolan, I may be an omega but that doesn’t mean I’ll drop at your feet instantly” Before Ethan could even respond Y/N was walking into the bathroom to change her shirt. So he waited till she came back out.

“You know I like how feisty you are. I never met an omega like that, but at least give me a chance”

“Okay Dolan” With that Y/N walked away Ethan stood in shock. No one ever treated him that way, but something about it intrigued him. But there was a problem after he left he felt almost empty. He wanted, no needed to see her again.