#ethan x reader

but then he catches sight of a guy slowly dancing up to you. his eyes ran down your form hungrily, and ethan nearly broke his teeth, as he clenched his jaw.

you and ethan knew each other. you were in the same friend group, but ethan never allowed himself to get closer than that.

now watching your drunk ass begin to half heartedly grind on the stranger made him crack. he pushed off the wall, skirting past the sweaty people until he reached you. grabbing your shoulders he brought you towards him and away from the stranger.

you crashed into ethan, your balance not ideal at the moment. ethan eyes the guy with a glare, as you turn to face the man again. ethan slips his hand around your waist, as you grab his shoulder, more so for balance than anything.

you look up at ethan with furrowed brows. “ethan? i didn’t see you.” you smile, your mind and mouth drunk.

ethan spares you a glance and restrains from touching you any further.

“hey angel, don’t tell me this is your boyfriend.” the gruff voice of the stranger meets both ethan and yours ears.

you open your mouth but ethan beats you to it. “yeah, i am.”

your brows further crease as you gaze up at him. “boyfriend.” you mutter out. “boy friend.” then you realise something, your forehead smoothing. in your drunk state you clued it up to ethan agreeing to being your ‘boy friend’, with that exact space inbetween.

ethan’s grip tightens around your waist as the stranger speaks. “well, your girl seemed to enjoy grinding her ass on me a little too much.”

ethan didn’t like the way he spat the words while holding a smug expression. “she’s clearly drunk, asshole. don’t let it get to your head.” i’d be happy to stab you ten times if you don’t get her out of your head too, ethan doesn’t say.

the stranger scowls but backs up, disappearing into the crowd. ethan immediately turns to you, his breath hitching when he realises how close your watching him. your smile is wide and your eyes wondrous.

“fuck,” ethan mutters under his breath, before he drags you off the dance floor and into the hallway.

you subconsciously brush a strand of hair from ethan’s eyes, and they grow wide in response. he stops, though your grip is still on his arm.

“you ‘av pretty hair.” you nearly giggle.

ethan is focusing anywhere other than your lips, neck or eyes. all things making him slowly lose control. “i do?”

you eagerly nod, as you reach up to run your fingers though it. he freezes, watching you closely. you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you’re drunk. ethan chants this in his head. but then you lean closer looking concentrated.

you run your thumb along his bottom lip, brushing something off, but all ethan can focus on is your face and the feel of your hand. ethan can’t help reaching his own hand forward to brush your bottom lip.

“oh, do I have a hair there too?” you question, about to raise your hand to replace his when he suddenly steps closer, your back hitting the hallway wall. ethan continues to watch your lips as he runs his thumb along the bottom again, and as you open your mouth to speak, he lets it brush past your lips.

his thumb grazes your tongue, as you stare at him. through your drunken haze you close your mouth, your lips wrapping around his thumb almost delicately.

ethan’s breathing turns choppy, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you begin to drag your tongue along his thumb. he steps forward again, now pressing his entire body against yours. he feels as though he’s going to pass out by the way your looking at him. wide innocent eyes, slightly heavy from being drunk. drunk. you were drunk.

ethan pulls his thumb out of your mouth, but he can’t seem to find the strength to step away. you lick your lips free from your spit, and ethan holds back a groan. fuck, he wanted to kiss you.

your hand reaches up to tap under his chin playfully. your mind was a blur. “you taste like alcohol.”

and he looses whatever self control was left as he mutters a ‘christ’ before smashing his lips against yours.

your head hits back against the wall, as ethan’s hands wander your entire body. his tongue is dancing with yours as he explores. he wants to erase every other guys touch. he wants you to only remembers his. but you won’t remember this. your far too drunk. and so, ethan forces himself to break the kiss.

but he ends up just leaving your lips. he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, all the way down to your neck. your hand is back in his hair, making him groan. he laps at your skin, tasting your perfume, as it burns his tongue.

his grip has tightened around you, his head practically burrowed into your neck, as you gasp. “oh, god,” he breathes, getting far too carried away.

his hand drifts down from your hips, under your skirt. gripping your thigh he lifts it over his hip. perfect access as his hand dips down to your panties, rubbing one stripe along your covered pussy. you jolt making him smile. he continues to rub you, trying different pressures. it was torture trying to refrain from ripping your panties clean off. but ethan wanted you to remember this.

as compensation for his restraints he kisses you, hard, as he groans into your mouth, before he pulls away with a bite to your bottom lip.

he pushes himself away from you, setting a good distance to regain control. you touched your lips, before catching his gaze. he immediately looks away, scared he’d repeat what he’d done.

he harshly runs his hands through his hair, as you step forward.

“was it not good?” your question came off so innocent. your state made you have no filter, resulting in you spouting exactly what you were thinking, no room for embarrassment.

ethan’s eyes softened as he caught your gaze. he shook his head. “that’s not why I stopped.”

“oh.” you say with a nod, before looking down to fiddle and straighten your skirt.

fuck, you looked almost sad. ethan felt terrible, wanting so badly to continue. but you would hate him in the morning.

“come on, i’ll take you home.” ethan forced himself to say, as he held his hand out.

you quickly look up, with a shake to your head. ethan frowns, stepping forward.

“it’s okay. i’ll get home.” you smile before turning down the hallway and towards the exit.

ethan rushes after you, as you both reach outside. the cold night air contrasted drastically with the humid environment inside.

ethan grabs your arm, making you spin back. you look at him questionably. you didn’t appear hurt or anything which only made ethan’s brows furrow in confusion.

“your not mad at me?” he asks.

“mad at you? why?”

ethan breaths an almost sigh of relief, thinking he hurt you. but then your almost dismissive comment made his heart ache. did you not want to kiss him?

ethan tightens his hold on your arm. “ethan?” you ask. “i’m gonna head home now.”

ethan shakes his head. “i’ll take you.” without leaving anymore room for disagreement, ethan pulls you to his car.

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ethan panted, his face hot under his mask. blood pooled by his feet, as he tilted his head to inspect the dead body. it was a student in the same class as tara. his dad had hoped that this would be a cut too close to home, maybe strike some fear in the carpenter sisters.

he cleaned his knife with one swipe of his gloved hand, before he stepped over the body. he was in an alleyway, halloween festivities easily heard throughout the city. he was prepared to remove his mask when he caught sight of a familiar head of hair.

you walked along the street, gaze distracted by your phone, as you most likely headed home. though a certain part of ethan wanted to make sure you did get home safe, and alive.

quinn had mentioned you as a possible first kill, but ethan was quick to come up with some excuse about how it wouldn’t hurt the carpenter sisters in the way they wanted. even so, ethan was still worried that quinn or his dad might go against his words and choose to kill you in their own time. he couldn’t let that happen.

so, he left his bag to be collected later, and began to follow you.

it wasn’t strange to see a ghostface walking around. it was halloween of course. so, ethan was quick to blend in with the other horror icons.

you skirted past people, reading the messages left by mainly mindy. she was ranting on about who she thought ghostface was. ethan was her top suspect. you had laughed it off, originally thinking how stupid that would be. but soon remembered that anyone could be ghostface, whether they were a tall, intimidating football player, or a dorky kid from econ.

your phone then began to ring. your brows creased not recognising the number. you hesitantly place to your ear, darting your gaze around. “hello?”

“hello, y/n.”

you sucked in a breath. of course it was fucking ghostface. you didn’t slow your steps as you made sure you were continuously around people.

“what do you want?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.

“oh, nothing much, just…maybe your head in a little parcel for your friends to find at their doorstep.”

you gulped down arising vomit, as you tried to look around you. “where would you send it first?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at passing hooded people. “sam, tara and quinn? or would it be to mindy—”

ghostface cuts you off. “what about ethan?”

you clench your jaw. “why ethan?” your steps have hurried.

“why not?” ghostface taunts. “I’d love to see his reaction to your head in a box.”

your breathing has quickened.

“would he scream? cry? or would he feel murderous.” ghostface genuinely sounds as though they’re enjoying themselves.

“ethan wouldn’t kill.”

“I suppose not.” ghostface replies. “I guess that’s more my sort of hobby.”

“where are you?” you ask, seeing too many fake ghostfaces along the street.

you quickly reach your apartment complex, rushing up the stairs before pausing at your front door, keys ready. “where are you?” you ask again. but then they hang up.

you pull the phone away from your ear, breathing harshly. you unlock the door, swiftly re-locking it with a slam. you don’t waste time to run to the kitchen to grab a knife. ghostface could be in your apartment.

holding the knife out and ready, you scrolled through your contacts, calling your friends. not one picked up.

“fuck.” you breath out.

your next contact to try was ethan. but as you were about to press call a smash could be heard from your bedroom.

whipping your head up you gripped the knife a fraction tighter. you weren’t going in there. ghostface would have to come out.

there was a moment of tense silence before another smash was heard, but this time it sounded more like a head was being thrown against a wall. you pause. a head?

you rush to your bedroom door, making sure your knife pointed straight before you turned the handle.

the door creaked open and to your surprise you saw ghostface on the floor, looking either knocked out or dead. you hoped for the latter. but when you raised your gaze you were even more shocked to see another ghostface looming over the previous. their head slowly turns to you and you let out a yelp, shutting your bedroom door in haste.

what the hell? two ghostfaces were fighting? now that you’d never seen before. you backed up as you watched the door handle twist.

“don’t—” you rasp out as ghostface appears in the doorway. they don’t step any further though, just watching you instead. “get the fuck out!” you exclaim.

ghostface tilts his head in an inspection of you. “is that a way to treat your saviour.” ghostface’s barratoned, hidden voice speaks.

“what?” you choke out, still keeping the knife at arms length.

“I can’t say I’ve saved many.” ghostface continues. they step once and you back up.

“your afraid of me?” ghostface almost sounds pleased.

“of course I’m afraid of you.”

“I’m glad.” ghostface nods. “I didn’t want you to act stupid.”

you’ve backed up into the kitchen again as your hip knocks your phone. you remember you were about to call ethan. you quickly grab it pressing call on his contact. “come on, pick up,” you mutter.

then you hear a phone ring. and it sadly wasn’t yours. you freeze, looking up to see ghostface much closer than before. you raise your knife as your ear locks onto where the sound is coming from.

your eyes dart down to ghostfaces hip. buzz, buzz, buzz. “you…” you drift off, darting your gaze back up to their face. “your not…”

your face has fallen as you just stare. then ghostface sighs, bringing out the phone. “I could have stolen this.” ghostface half heartedly tries.

“what…” your words are lodged in your throat. and that’s when ghostface pulls off their mask.

you stare straight at ethan, who’s chest is heaving from the previous fight.

you pause. “huh?” you hip hits against the counter as you keep yourself steady. ethan was fucking ghostface?

he smiles. “hi,” he has the audacity to sound genuine and sweet.

“ethan? You’ve got be kidding me.” you breath out. “w-what?”

“sorry, I didn’t really mean for you to find out this soon.” he shrugs, stepping further into the kitchen and resting his mask on the counter. you back around until your on the opposite side.

“if you didn’t want me finding out, then why did you have your phone in your pocket?” you ask warily.

“maybe…I did want you to find out, just not right here…right now.” he waves his tainted knife in the direction of your room. “that bitch thought it was ok to come kill you.”

“I kissed you!” you suddenly exclaim, just now coming to that realisation.

ethan smirked. “I was hoping you’d remember.”

you shake your head. “no, god.” you mutter, your hand tightening around the kitchen island.

“I’m glad you do remember, because shit did you taste good. even with all that extra alcohol on your tongue.”

you sucked in a breath. “if I would have known you were ghostface—”

“you would have what?” ethan cuts in. “not kissed me?”

“yes!” you exclaim.

ethan tsks, swaying his knife back and forth in disapproval as he nears you. you skirt around the island again, keeping an eye on ethan.

“I was hoping we could do that again.” he begins. “with you sober this time.”

“I’m not gonna kiss you.”

“well that’s a shame.” he rears closer, a quick step away. “but I guess I can kiss you elsewhere.” you back up, as he tauntingly stalks forward.

you shake your head, as he just nods in response. “maybe your neck?” he grabs your shirt, yanking you towards him. you scream before he’s breathing over your mouth.

“or maybe your thighs.”

as you struggle against him, he manages to twist you so that your hips collide with the kitchen island as he grabs your waist.

he leans so close, caging you in. “or maybe I can finally taste somewhere a little more…intimate.” he licks at your earlobe as you struggle against him. he grins before biting your ear. you jolt against him, certainly not used to this version of ethan.

he then leans slightly back to hover over your quivering lips. “or will you let me kiss you?” his voice has turned soft, somewhat pleading.

you breathing stutters as he licks his lips. “how bout I make you deal?”

you catch his gaze. “if you let me kiss you, I’ll leave. I understand it’s a lot to process.” he almost sounds caring and it’s making your head spin.

he tilts his head, his curls bouncing a fraction. “well?”

you gulp, glancing down at his lips. he would leave.

“how do I know your not lying?” you whisper.

“because I just saved you from getting murdered.” he pauses, reading your expression. “plus having consent turns me on a little more than not.”

you breath, watching him for a moment. then you find yourself nodding. he’ll leave.

ethan can’t help but smile as he pulls you closer. “thank you.” he whispers, sounding so gentle, before he’s smashing his lips against yours. you lean slightly back as his tongue grazes your own. the force of his desperate kiss forcing you to lean. ethan grabs at your waist, fisting your shirt as he laps at your bottom lip and tongue. you move your head with his, finding a passionate rhythm.

ethan groans into your mouth as you both become just teeth and tongues. he finally pulls away, breathless.

you breath heavy as you place your hands behind you on the counter. both of your chests are heaving, but just as ethan had said he backed away, grabbing his mask and placing it over his head again.

“I want you to sit on my face.” Your boyfriend said, his tone needier than what you had gotten used to hearing over the past three months.

Your first thought was of how you were going to get out of this. Luckily, you had an excuse to be avoiding Ethan’s eye right now, facing the bathroom mirror as you brushed your hair. He was behind you, towelling off after the shower that the two of you had shared.

Your cheeks were filled with heat and the insecurities were swarming your system. Despite it being an exciting offer, you were more apprehensive than anything else and you bit on your bottom lip a little.

You had never sat on anyone’s face. Nobody before Ethan had offered it. And you hadn’t requested it of anyone - classifying yourself as ‘too big’ for that particular sex act. You held realistic perceptions of your weight and you stayed within the parameters of what could be done with your heavier than normal body.

He must have been offering it as a means of repaying you for all of the times that you had gone down on him - he was extremely polite like that. But, even as the insides of your thighs twitched, all that you could think of were the risks that went with resting your body weight on his gorgeous face. He could get an uncomfortable crick in his neck, or sustain much worse injuries if it took you too long to finish and climb off.

“I don’t know how you would have the energy for anything like that, weren’t you just saying how tired you were, like, five seconds after you came?” You asked, referring to the hand-job that you had given him in the shower.

“Well maybe the view that I’m getting right now is better than any espresso shot and I’m back to being wide awake.” He said. After returning his towel to the track, he had taken a seat on the closed toilet lid, looking at the back of you.

“Wow, my booty is more fuckin’ powerful that I knew.” You said with a giggle as you set the hairbrush down.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me to eat you out?” He asked.

“I’m kind of busy braiding my hair.” You continued to deflect. You were working your damp hair into two braids.

He stood up, approaching where you stood at the vanity. He came into the reflection, his serious face much more difficult to avoid looking at now. “If you don’t feel like it and you wanna just go to bed, that’s totally fine, I never wanna pressure you, honey. But you made me feel so good and I wanna return the favour. You’ve more than earned a treat from me.” Your eyes met his, your fingers working on auto-pilot. “I’m not tired anymore, I’ve got all of the energy that I need to enjoy this amazing body.”

You cleared your throat, you had been getting more heated with each word that he said. You secured the tail of this first plait with an elastic. “I was never really all that tired…”

He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Fantastic, so be my bedtime snack…”

Before starting the second braid, you turned to look at him and secured the next kiss on your lips. “I’ll meet you in there.”

With both of your roommates working the night shift, you and Ethan were free to walk around the house naked. There were also no restrictions on how loud you could get during sex.

You finished your plaiting and left for the bedroom. He hadn’t pulled on any clothes, just lying out on your bed. As he waited for you, he had started looking at something on his phone.

The device was set aside as soon as you climbed onto the bed with him. His eyes greedily took in the sight of you, probably making a running order of all the things he wanted to do to you.

But the look on his face changed when you laid down next to him, flat on your back. He lifted his head from the pillow, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what he was currently seeing.

“What are you doing? I said that I wanted you to sit on my face.” He said.

For something to do, you started to pick at the already-chipped polish on your fingernails. “I know, but…”

He rolled onto his side, facing you. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter, ‘cause we can just cuddle if you’re not feeling it after all.”

“It’s not that. You can always make me feel it. It’s just that…”

He leaned in, coming into your field of vision. “What is it? Can you look at me, please?”

You sighed and raised your eyes, meeting his gaze. His stare was like a truth ray, you had told him this before - it was one of the reasons that you had been able to get vulnerable with him in the earlier stages of your relationship.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You said.

“What are you talking… Do you mean my feelings? ‘Cause I’m a big boy and I can definitely take it if you tell me that you’re not into a position.”

“No, I mean physically.” You said. “What if I, like, break your nose?”

He gave a little laugh, which you couldn’t join in on. “You’re not gonna break my nose.”

“There are other ways that you could get hurt.” You said in a small voice.

He picked up your hand with both of his. “And I’m not worried about any of them. Honestly, I think you’re seeing a disaster where there isn’t one. Like one of those psychics who predicts that the end of the world is super soon, but it never happens.” He lifted your hand and began placing kisses to each of your fingers. “I wish you’d just give it a chance. We both have such a great time when I’m eating you out, so why can’t we do this?”

“Ethan…” You said with another sigh. “You’re making it really hard to say no.”

"So don't say no." He said, leaning in and kissing you softly. It was one of his slow kisses, the type that you felt like you could melt into. His kisses could shoot all of the other thoughts out of your mind, until you were just feeling, not thinking. And the intensity was always there, unlike anyone you had kissed before.

“You don’t need to worry. I wouldn’t have offered something that I didn’t think I could handle.” He said.

Your fingers played with his loose hair as you continued to avoid making up your mind. “Yeah, I know that on some level, but…”

“Every part of your body excites me. It doesn’t scare me.” He said. “And I don’t want you to be scared either.”

“We need some sort of safety signal, for when you need me to get off quickly…” You got distracted by the new look on his face. “Not like that. I mean, climb off quick. Like if you’re in pain, or you can’t breathe, or something…”

“I don’t think any of those issues are going to come up. But if it helps you feel better then by all means, we can have a signal.” He said.

“What if you pinched my back?” You offered. “But make sure you do it above my ass so I don’t think it’s just part of you being sexual.”

“That sounds perfect.” He said. “Good idea, honey.”

“Thanks.”

He paused before speaking again and you could tell he was waiting for something. “So, will you sit on my face now, please?”

You nodded while not meeting his eye. “We can try it. But we don’t have to spend heaps of time on it. And you don’t have to feel bad about asking me to climb off, ‘cause I’ll do it, straight away.”

“Great, I don’t think there’s any more ground rules we need to set out.” He said.

“I guess not…”

He gave you a kiss before rolling over to put his back on the mattress. “Alright, please proceed to sitting on my face, honey.”

He looked perfectly at ease as he laid there, but you weren’t really feeling the same way. As you sat up, your mind continued to be dominated by insecurities. You didn’t know what it would take to make them go away, you only knew he hadn’t found it yet.

He had no idea how short you were planning to keep this ‘just trying it’. Your priorities hadn’t yet shifted to your pleasure - his safety was still the most important thing.

You had decided that you were only going to sit on his face for a couple of minutes. It would be part of the foreplay, rather than needing to be the main event of this night. You wouldn’t need more than a couple of hot minutes. Then once he could breathe and be comfortable again, that was when your focus would go to securing your climax.

You couldn’t deny how sexy he looked, outwardly eager and it was all for you. How had you gotten so lucky?

You turned your body around and lifted yourself up onto your knees. Thankfully, your padded headboard would give you plenty of support. You held onto it as you lifted one of your legs, passing it over his head, until your knee could rest on the pillow.

As you got your other knee in position, he took the opportunity to press kisses across your exposed thigh. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your belly, despite your lingering concerns. 

It seemed like he could hardly wait to get started. In addition to giving your inner-thigh more-and-more kisses, he also placed both of his hands to your body. As you were getting settled in this position, his hands were in near-constant motion - feeling your legs, the sides of your torso and across your butt. Already you felt that your body was so appreciated, and you knew this was only his starting point (there was so much more that he had in store for you).

You could get comfortable like this, feeling steady as you hovered your pussy a few inches above his face. You kept hold of the headboard while your other hand stroked through his hair.

Seeing him beneath you like this was giving you a sense of power, which held a lot of potential.

‘Just a couple of really hot minutes’, you vowed to yourself.

Then you felt his tongue, pressing to your entrance and exploring how aroused you currently were. Your skin prickled as your anticipation began to break free from its cage.

He dragged his tongue up, gliding between your labia. Your fingers curled amongst his hair, twisting the strands to hold in a loose grip.

His tongue reached your clit and a smile lifted the corners of your mouth. He pushed his lips up against the hood in a sweet kiss. As he lingered here, your thoughts drifted away from how you had been trying to track the time.

As your sensitivities grew and demanded more of your attention, you realised you didn’t know if you had been in this position for two minutes or longer.

When he started to move his tongue again (up-and-down now), your resolve to climb off failed you. Instead you were just enjoying this tempo that he was establishing. It seemed that with each stroke, more of your cunt responded as blood steadily pumped into this area.

He gripped your thighs tighter as he began to bob his head, lifting it from the pillow so he could apply more pressure to your pussy. Everything happened in waves, swelling but easing before it could hit the point of overwhelming you. Your fingers properly clenched on his hair now.

The glorious sensitivities wanted to dominate your consciousness. Your insecurities lost their standing on your list of priorities.

Without deciding to, you began to move your hips. You rocked back, using your body weight without fear of the result. And the result felt so good.

You got more contact with his tongue and tingles sprung up even higher within you. So you kept going, thrusting again-and-again. You steadily got into rhythm with him and you transferred your other hand to the headboard, holding it for more support.

“Mn, fuck.” You struggled to catch your breath.

Your body was throbbing, all of your consciousness lay at your core. He was consistent with his lapping and you got to enjoy even more effects. You enjoyed the friction and all of the excitement it fuelled.

The intensity sharply increased when he put his mouth directly to your clitoris. And he didn’t pull back from it. He started lavishing kisses upon it. As he gently sucked it and occasionally added his tongue, you continued to pump your hips. The tempo didn’t matter so much to you anymore, it just felt too good to stop.

“Puh-promise I’m not huh-hurting you?” You asked.

He extended his tongue and kept this pressed on your clitoris as he attempted to answer. “Puh-wom-us.”

You moved a little slower and looked down. He disappeared and reappeared in your vision, covered by your body. But when you did gain a glimpse of his face, you saw that his eyes were shut. He may have looked peaceful, if not for the crease between his brows.

Before you could get too carried away by these concerns, he let out a muffled moan. With his mouth still occupied with your clit, the noise couldn’t come out clearly. But it didn’t sound pained. You didn’t think he was trying to communicate to you that he was feeling a crick in his neck. Instead this aligned with noises you had heard him make during other cunnilingus sessions.

Feeling less worried, you could concentrate on your movements again. You started to reclaim your tempo, grinding down to where his mouth savoured your clitoris. You felt minor spasms in each of your thighs.

You shut your eyes, purely fixating on the building pleasure. You knew that there was no chance of you climbing off of his face now. You simply couldn’t. You couldn’t bear the thought of this ending without you orgasming.

Once you locked into your momentum again, you found that it was effortless to maintain. There was nothing to interrupt your flow, the way you were rocking your hips felt so natural. There were far less restrictions than what you experienced when receiving cunnilingus in other positions. It was a revelation, finding how much further you could push your hips.

“Please, Ethan…” You gasped out. “Please don’t stop.”

He seemed to respond by sucking harder on your clitoris. He alternated between this and massaging it with his tongue. This continued pressure brought more noises tumbling from your lips.

Then he began to fill his finger into your pussy. It glided up between your sensitive walls as you kept to your tempo.

The pleasure was flooding through all of you, taking you to the point of no return as he added a second and third finger. He curled them and gave you the most intimate massage of all, prompting you to see stars.

The enjoyment was almost unbelievable, as if feeling this good could pose an actual danger to you. You were so caught up that you failed to remember that you should be afraid of breaking his nose. Your body was weightless to you now, it simply encased all of your very receptive nerves.

The tremors in so much of your body couldn’t be ignored and you felt your strength wanting to fail you.

But then you hit the climax and everything was finally able to boil over inside of you. Your mouth dropped open as the relief surged through you, pure and perfect.

You cursed and whimpered as you fell apart. You lost your momentum, too overwhelmed to know how to move your body anymore. But Ethan kept you detached from reality with his fingers still working inside of you. He had parted his lips from your clit, allowing you to graduate into the realm of your afterglow.

“Holy fu…” You breathed, gradually opening your eyes.

His hand caressed from your thigh to your back, then back again. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me that I was right.”

You made a noise that was almost like a laugh. Your body felt more tender and you had to consciously decide on all of your movements, nothing was happening automatically at present.

Your mind still felt blown as you landed on the bed beside him. You gasped for air as you moved into a comfortable position - coincidently, this brought you closer to him. He was facing you as he laid on his side, a thoroughly satisfied smile on his mouth. He looked as pleased as he did after reaching his own orgasm.

“I told you that I could handle it, honey.” He said and you could certainly forgive him for any current smugness.

You wiped your hand across the built-up sweat on your forehead. “I'm not sure that I did handle it. I think that’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had from someone eating me out.”

“I’m just happy we finally did it like that.” He said.

You were so focused on him that you forgot about pulling the covers over any part of your body. You rolled onto your side and brought your hands up to his cheeks. “I’m glad that I trusted you and I’m gonna do it more going forward, with less hesitation.”

He responded by putting his lips to yours. The kiss told you that nothing else needed to be said, you could just exist in this state of synchronisation with him.

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Sweetest guy you'll ever meet

He has a savior complex [As I've mentioned before], so he's always ready to save you

Though, he also puts you in danger. He doesn't mean too, but at least he can save you... So, maybe he should of made you stay behind, but he wants to be your knight in shinning armor- Your hero...

His biggest fear is losing you

He'd rather have his soul sucked out of his body then lose you for even a second

He's obsessive and dependent to a fault

He creates a co-dependent relationship with you, trying to make you depend on him, so that you can't leave him

He's desperate for your attention and has used spells just so you'll like him more

Okay- So, maybe he's a little clingy. But, isn't he adorable when he gives you those puppy-dog eyes

If you ever consider breaking up, he's quick to convince you otherwise

Will emotionally manipulate you into staying

He can't lose you- He just can't