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[50] jealous - # drabble

86. stop being so jealous
37. open the door before I break it down
2. it'll be our little secret

requested by: smol_springroll

((this was a lot more nsfw than i originally planned, but there is still no actual smut, just like,,, intense make out for .2 seconds))

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The first time you slept with Ethan, that was all it was. Just sex.

You two agreed that it was safer than picking up random strangers at bars, and that this was only until either of you started dating someone consistently.

There was also no need to tell the others at the office, they didn't need to be privy to your sex life.

"It'll be our little secret." Ethan had promised you as his hands disposed of your bra, the third time you'd done this.

After work one day, everyone else had already gone home, and you and Ethan were locking it up for the night.

"Your place tonight?" He asked, walking you to your car that was parked right beside his.

"Can't, I'm going out." You said, hearing the beep as it unlocked.

"Like, on a date?"

"Yeah. I don't know if I'm really into 'em yet though."

"Oh. Okay. Have fun."

Sliding into your car, you said, "Goodnight, Ethan."

"Goodnight Y/N." He replied, watching you reverse and drive away.

It was three weeks later and you still hadn't had a real conversation with Ethan. You'd been on a few more dates with the new guy, and you really enjoyed your time with him.

"Good morning everyone!" You said cheerily as you walked into the office one morning, carrying donuts and coffee for everyone.

"You're in a good mood today, Y/N." Tyler commented, grabbing a donut.

"Somebody had a fun time one their date, huh?" Amy giggled as she grabbed a coffee.

"Date?" Mark queried, also grabbing food.

"Y/N's seeing this new guy. Rick. Looks like they had a lot of fun last night."

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a donut for yourself. "I didn't have sex with him, Amy, if that's what you're suggesting."

"You said it, not me."

"Hey Ethan," Tyler called out to the blue-haired boy, the only one who hadn't gotten up. "Y/N brought donuts."

"I had a big breakfast." He said monotonously, still editing a video.

"Alright, well I'm sure there will be extras if you get hungry later." You kept your smile, even though you were a little disheartened by how he was acting.

Come lunchtime, Ethan still hadn't even looked you in the eye, and you could tell that the others were sensing that something was up. To them, you were best friends, and they knew something was off between you two.

"Ah, we're going to lunch." Kathryn cleared her throat awkwardly, beside the others. Ethan was in his recording room, still ignoring you.

"Bring me a BLT?" You asked, in the middle of editing one of your videos.

"Sure."

A half hour after they left, you heard the door to Ethan's recording studio open, and you saved your progress before turning around in your chair with a deep breath.

"Ethan," you said as he walked into the room. "Can we talk?"

"Don't you want to talk to Rick?" He grumbled, walking over to his bag to grab his car keys.

"Hey." You stood up, snatching them before he could. "I want to talk to you right now."

"Give me those back."

"Not until we talk."

"Y/N, give them to me."

"No."

"Now." He growled, but you held them behind your back stubbornly.

He lunged for them, and you sprinted away, slamming the bathroom door behind you.

"Y/N!" Ethan yelled, pounding on the door. "Open the door before I break it down."

"Not until we talk." You yelled back, leaning against the door to keep him at bay.

"We can't talk if you've locked yourself in the fucking bathroom!"

"Do you promise to hold an actual conversation?"

"If you give me my fucking keys, maybe."

"I'll give you them after we talk."

You heard him sigh. "Fine."

Tucking them into your pocket, you opened the door slowly. Ethan was on the other side, disheveled and clearly annoyed. Without a word, he walked back into the main room and sat on a couch.

"Well? You wanted to talk, so fucking talk." Ethan crossed his arms.

"What's going on, Ethan? You're pissed at me, and I don't know why." You said, sitting on the other end of the couch. "I miss my best friend. I want things to go back to how they were."

"When we were fucking?" He said bluntly.

"No, of course not, I'm dating someone."

"Yeah, I know. Rick."

The way Ethan said his name had so much malice, and you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. "Stop being so jealous." You half-joked, but your forced smile dropped off your face when you looked at Ethan.

"What if I don't want to?" Ethan asked, staring at you with the most serious look you'd ever seen on him.

"What?"

"What if," he scooted closer to you until your back was pressed into the arm of the couch and all you could see was his face. "I want you all to myself, all the time. Not just in the bedroom."

"What are you trying to say, Ethan?"

"I want you to date me. Not Rick." A pair of lips were on yours, then attached to your neck, right where he knew you were weak. "What about you?"

Your head was swirling with a million thoughts, it was hard to concentrate in your current position as all you wanted to do was rip his clothes off. "Ethan."

He hummed innocently in response, still in the process of leaving you a love bite.

"Could you please, just give me some time to think?"

Ethan's hands tugged insistantly at the hem of your shirt, and you knew he wasn't going to give you time. "Ethan, I need to call Rick."

"Why?"

"To cancel our date tonight."