Ethan Dolan fanfics

About Last Night (both)

NOT MINE! Credit to @raeswritings on tumblr and edited by me.

Warnings: Threesome, oral s3x, and overstimulation.

(Y/n/n= Your nickname)

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The sound of birds chirping as the sunlight hit your face caused you to sir from your slumber. You slowly open your eyes, noticing you aren't in your bedroom. Feeling something heavy on your side, you slowly turn your head, seeing your best friend, Ethan, laying peacefully asleep beside you with his arm wrapped around your waist. Looking around, you see clothes in random places in the room, sending you into panic mode.

Quickly picking up the blanket, you see yours and Ethan's bodies were bare. With wide eyes, you slowly remove Ethan's arm from your waist and place it on a pillow that replaced your spot, a pounding headache forming in your temple. Groaning quietly, you fetch your bra and quickly put it on. You stumble into someone on the floor as you try to recall what happened last night.

Getting a closer look, you recognize them as your other best friend, Grayson. His body is spread out like a starfish. His legs slightly spread apart, one arm under his head to act like a pillow with his other arm covered his face. "Oh. My. God." You whispered, looking at Grayson. He's naked! You thought. The only thing covering him, more like covering his manhood, was a shirt. Not just any shirt. It was your shirt.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You muttered, remembering last nights events.

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It started as a small get-together at the twin's house. Every Friday night, you would have an eventful night of drinking and catching up on everyone's week. Ethan told you and Grayson how he felt about a certain topic brewed within their fandom. Then, we played a game where we had to take a shot every time one of us said a curse word. Let me tell you, there were curse words in almost every few sentences that came out of our mouths.

Somehow, the conversation switched into more personal questions. As if you all weren't close already, due to many years of friendship, you sure as hell got even closer in more ways than one.

You told them about how a coworker told you she never had an orgasm before when Ethan cut you off. "Hey Y/N/N , have you ever had an orgasm?" he questioned. By this point, all of you were drunk and laughed at every little thing.

"Of course I have, Ethan. What kind of question is that?" You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. "Have you?" You joked, pushing his arm playfully.

"Of course I have, Y/N. What kind of question is that?" He mocked.

"Have you ever had multiple orgasms though? That's the real question." Grayson asks, pointing his beer at you before drinking it.

You stay quiet, trying to remember if you've had multiple orgasms. "Not with a guy. Only when I do it myself." Once you answered Grayson, the air around the three of you shifted, the sexual tension growing thicker and thicker.

Both of their eyes clouded with lust, thinking unholy thoughts of you underneath them with your legs shaking, clawing down their back as you moan their name in pure ecstasy.

One thing led to another; clothes flew in every direction, kisses were shared, and hands were everywhere. Grayson kissed every inch of your neck, and Ethan's month focused on your nipples, sucking softly as his hand massaged your other breast. The feeling of their months on the most sensitive parts of your body was overwhelming in the best way possible. You felt yourself becoming wetter by the second, and they haven't done anything yet.