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strip ♡ e

inspired by the song 'strip' by chris brown. i actually fucking hate him as a person but as a singer, i love him :-)

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you sat on your best friend, ethans bed. he had invited you over to hang out but you weren't really doing anything. "ethannnn. i'm bored." you hit him with your foot.

"y/n, i asked you what you wanted to do five minutes ago and you said sleep." ethan laughed. "but i'm bored." you groaned rolling into him.

"well, babe. looks like you'll have to entertain yourself considering i'm going to sleep." ethan smirked. you furrowed your eyebrows together, knowing damn well ethan just said that to piss you off. something he's really good at.

without thinking, you raised your foot and kicked him in the crotch. "fucking hell!" ethan screamed at the top of his lungs.

you didn't realize how hard you hit him until ethan was curled up in a ball, next to you, almost crying. "ethan! i'm so sorry." you tried not to laugh.

"yeah, bet." ethan glared at you. "i'm sorry!" you flopped on top of ethan.

"y/n, i really hate you." ethan hugged you. "yeah, i hate me too." you laughed, feeling ethans chest vibrate, knowing he was laughing too.

"how do you want me to make it up to you?" you asked, pouting.

"you don't have to make it up to me." ethan smiled.

(you know damn well ethans horny self would be like GIVE ME A LAP DANCE BITCH)

"whatever." you rolled your eyes, playfully getting off of ethan. you sat in silence for awhile listening to the music in the background. the both of you were on your phones, not paying attention to what the other one was doing.

your eyes widened and your lips curled into a smirk once you heard the song, strip by chris brown come on.

you locked your phone and got up from the bed, going over to the other side where ethan was. you took his phone away and threw it on the bed.

"hey! what was that for-" you cut him off by shushing him.

"don't talk." you whispered.

you turned the music up and started singing to ethan.

take it off, i wanna love ya and everybody, wanna touch ya.

you started by taking ethans shirt off.

"y/n, what are you-"

"i said no talking." you snapped, ethans eyes going wide.

moving right wanna see what's up under, then back it up, beep beep like a trucker.

you turned around and started grinding your ass on ethan. he reacted by placing his hands on your hips, pushing you down further.

nice thighs, nice waist, and you know i can't forget about your face.

"y/n. you're so extra. i love it, baby girl." ethan whispered in your ear. "mhmm, i'm glad." you smirked.

after another minute and a half the song ended and by the end of the song ethan was out of breath. his chest heaved up and down as he laid on his back, against the bed.

"god, y/n. that was so unexpected." ethan laughed.

"i had to make up kicking you in the crotch somehow." you laughed. "you should grind on me to strip more often." he smirked kissing your cheek.

"maybe i could just kick you in the dick more often." you laughed.

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what the hail. what the hail

this made like no sense at all. it was an awful day :-)