Ethan Dolan fanfics

Candles and roses

NOT MINE! Credit to @tempting_dolan on Wattpad and edited by me.

Warning: Smut

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You toss your bag on the kitchen counter and sit on the couch with your head in your hands. It has been the worst day of your life. It all started when your coffee spilling on your lap on your way to work, thus having to go back home and change into new clothes, resulting in you being late for work again.

"This is the third time this week!" Your boss shouted in your face, pointing a finger at you. "One more slip-up and your internship with Vogue will be over." You felt tears welling up in your eyes. All you could think of was how you wanted your boyfriend, Ethan, to wrap his arms tightly around you, kissing your hair and rubbing your back like he always did when you were stressed and upset.

You grabbed your phone out of your pant pocket and quickly dialled Ethan's number. When his voice filled your ears, a wave of relief washed over you.

"Rough day, baby?' Your heart fluttered. He knows me too well You thought.

"Rough is an understatement." You huffed, running your fingers through your hair.

"Want to come over?" He asked.

Of course you wanted to go over his place. "Yes." You answered quickly.

"Alright. I'm finishing up something with Gray and then he's going out. You okay with coming here in about an hour?" 

"Sure." You smiled through the phone, forgetting he couldn't see you.

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An hour later, you were practically racing over to the warehouse, surprising yourself for not getting a speeding ticket as you weaved in and out of the busy L.A. traffic. You pulled to an abrupt stop and hopped out of the car, running towards the front door. You let yourself in with the spare key Ethan gave you on your one year anniversary. Ethan was jumping on the trampoline when you arrived. His movements come to a halt when he sees you. He hopped off the trampoline and wrapped his strong arms around you. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his cologne as you hold back your tears.

He held you for a few more minutes, peppering your cheeks and neck with kisses until he was certain you were okay.

"Come on." He said gently. "I got something for you."

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows. Ethan got you gifts here and there, but it was usually for special occasions. He led you upstairs to the apartment and down the hall toward the bathroom.

"You're taking me to the bathroom? E, I really don't feel like shower sex right now."

"Just go in." Ethan nudges you toward the slightly cracked open bathroom door. There was a faint glow, much like a candle light, as you peered into the bathroom. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw what was in front of you. Rose petals littered the floor of the bathroom toward the jetted tub in the corner with bubbles overflowing from it. Candles surrounded the tub and on the counter.