Smut

Netflix and Chill (Ethan)

You were sitting home alone one afternoon, watching movies in bed when you got a text from your boyfriend, Ethan.

"Babe, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Nothing, just laying in bed and watching movies." You replied.

"I'm coming over." He said.

"Oh, okay. 😊😊" You replied. Within a matter of minutes, the doorbell rang. You answered the door to find Ethan standing on your porch with pizza and a bag of microwave popcorn.

"Hey beautiful." He said as he kissed you on the cheek.

"Hey baby." You said. He walked into the kitchen and set the pizza box down on the counter and threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

"Netflix and chill?" He asked.

"Get out of my house." You said sarcastically. He laughed. "You wanna move to the living room, or back to my room?" You asked.

"Well, if your parents come home, and see us in your bed together, that probably wont end very well." He said.

"That is true." You agreed. You picked out a few movies from the shelf and made yourselves comfortable on the couch. The table full of pizza, popcorn, and soda glasses. You watched scary movies, comedy movies, romantic movies, and any other type of movie in between. You were sitting up on the sofa and Ethan's head was in your lap, and after about the fourth movie, you heard his breathing slow, and you looked down to see that he was asleep. You grabbed your phone and opened snapchat and took a quick picture.

"He's lucky he's cute. 😘" You captioned it and posted it to your story. After a few minutes, You heard your parents' car pull into the driveway.

"Oh hey (Y/N). Is that Ethan?" Your mom asked when they came in. You nodded.

"Shh, he's sleeping." You whispered. She smiled.

"Okay, we'll leave you be." She said as she walked off somewhere in the house. Ethan started moving around, trying to re-situate himself, but ended up falling to the floor.

"Morning sunshine." You laughed as you helped him up from the floor.

"Ow, that hurt." He said rubbing his head. You kissed the spot on his head and he smiled.

"Better?" You asked.

"Much." He said. You continued watching the movie we were on, cuddled up on the couch. You couldn't have asked for a better afternoon.