On Chill
ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: after a couple of fights and repeated back and forth, you both come to a collective decision.
a/n: my fault for being gone so long, insane writers block grabbed me by the collar
also, shoutout to @sister-lucifer for dividers!
song:
warnings: reader is thiccc, smut, the tiniest amount of arguing, MADD ethan, dom ethan, small amount of smut
You and Ethan have been arguing.
A lot.
But you really were in the right, you swear. Ethan has been in and out of the house with zero warning, he’s been coming back at way later times, and weirdest of all, he won’t tell you anything. Not even one detail.
This makes you skeptical. What could he possibly be doing?
Cheating?
You’d rather not think about it.
You’re laid down on your sectional, using some random show on Netflix as background noise while you draw something on your tablet. This is usually how you spend most of your weekends. Cooped up and comfortable, how you like it.
And then you hear keys jingling in the lock.
The door slowly pushes open, Ethan slowly walking in after, clad in some sweats and a loose fitted tee while holding a black duffel bag.
“Where the hell have you been?” You put your tablet on your couch and stand up, walking towards him.
“At the gym.” He says flatly, trying to walk past you. However, you stop him right in his tracks.
“I need to know what the fuck is going on. This is the last, and I mean last day I’m tolerating whatever this is-“
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks down at you, still managing to keep a monotone voice.
“You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. The repeated absences, the coming home late, the obvious lies as explanation. I’m done.” You snap at him, looking right in his eyes as you go off.
“Babe, please.”
Oh please, not that baby shit. He knows it makes you feel some type of way.
“I told you I’m done.”
“I swear I’m telling the truth. Can you just agree with me for one time? We’ve been arguing too much lately.” He softens his voice, sounding pleading.
“And whose fault is that?” You retort, raising a brow in contest.
“Again, I’m sorry. Maybe we can just… Be on chill tonight?” He suggests, grabbing your hand.
“I still don’t forgive you,” you grumble, looking down at your feet.
“Then how about maybe…” He bends down until he reaches your ear. “I can give you chills too?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice sounds confused.
“It means I’ll fuck your brains out. You seem like you need it.”
Well, you were agitated.
And who are you to deny some good sex?
Without even thinking, you pull him into a kiss. A long, passionate one. The duffel bag in his hand suddenly clatters to the floor as he reaches his hands out to touch you. His hands immediately reach down to your ass like a second nature.
“Fuck, I missed this ass, baby..” He whines in your ear, hopelessly groping at your cheeks.
Suddenly, he picks you up and starts trotting up the stairs.
Your clothes are haphazardly strewn across the floor as Ethan pulls the umpteenth orgasm out of you.
“Come on, give me another, I know you can.” He groans in your ear as he ruts into you mercilessly, his pace not even stuttering for a second. His looong cock is just constantly bullying your gummy walls, eliciting wanton mewls from you.
“Can’t… too much…” You whine fruitlessly, his cock failing to slow down.
“Just- one- one more. You can do that for me, yeah?” He looks at you and nods, his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in fast, frantic circles.
You let out a guttural moan and you start seeing stars. You finally let go, climaxing with a powerful flow of clear liquid.
“Holy- shit…” That has Ethan busting on the spot, his cock mindlessly thrusting up into you as he empties his balls, painting your walls a nice pearly white.
He collapses on top of you and manages to find the strength to roll over, heaving as he lays on his back with his hand on his chest.
“Are you still mad at me?”
You’re practically knocked out at this point, and he looks over to check on you, seeing you fast asleep.
“Guess not.”
You yawn, eyes fluttering open. Feeling groggy, you check the time on your phone. 2:34 AM. Well, ain’t that a bitch. You figure you probably won’t fall asleep for a while, so you slip on a pair of slippers and walk downstairs on shaky legs to go and get some water. As you’re walking to the kitchen, you see something in the corner of your eye.
Ethan’s black duffel.
Would he mind?
It doesn’t matter anyway, because curiosity already killed the cat. You expected to find nothing more than gym clothes. When you open the bag, your face contorts in shock and in disgust as you see a bloody knife paired with the bloody Ghostface costume.
He wasn’t cheating.
You couldn’t contain your scream.
