Dolan Twins Imagines

Suck it up//Ethan Dolan

The first time you caught yourself thinking of Ethan Dolan in a more than a friendly way, was when you'd been over at their house. A movie was playing in the background and the room was dark, but not dark enough thanks to the light coming from the large flatscreen. Your feet had been tucked under your legs where you were sitting on the far end of the L-shaped couch, wrapped in a blanket as you giggled along with the twins who were sitting right by you, so wrapped up in what was happening.
Ethan had complained about the unbearable heat, letting out small sighs of frustration as he pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, doing the occasional sweep with his fingers through his damp hair. He'd grimaced at the way you'd been wrapped in the soft blanket, a sweater pulled over your head, asking you how you weren't dying in the heat. You were fine though. But he couldn't take it, so he murmured something about getting something cold and rose up from the couch, shoulders slouched the way they always did when he walked; heading straight to the kitchen.
You'd thought none of it, that is until he returned and plopped down on the couch with a satisfied grin. He unwrapped the ice lolly and popped the treat into his mouth, and that was that. Your thoughts entered forbidden territory and you could feel your jaw slacken as you stared at your best friend since childhood sucking obscenely on the phallic shaped ice cream.
And suddenly, the room had turned from chilly to extremely hot in two seconds. Ethan was oblivious to your shameless staring, his focus entirely on the movie as he laughed at a scene that was playing on the TV, head thrown back as he let out a boisterous laugh along with Grayson.
You tore your eyes away from the brunette, shaking your head as if to get rid of the sudden thoughts and images that crawled up and clung to your mind. It took everything in you to focus on the movie, but the sounds Ethan was making as he sucked and occasionally licked on his ice lolly was so distracting that you found yourself sneaking glances at him.
His wide, pink tongue ran over the ice, collecting the melting sweetness; His head tilting to the right to get at the sides, eyes trained on the TV as he huffed out a laugh. You could feel dampness collecting under your arms, thinking that this was so inappropriate on so many levels. That tongue of his. It was just so... Wide.
He eventually finished his ice cream and you let out a small sigh, feeling like you could breathe again. You were just about to avert your eyes and focus on the movie when he brought his hand up, popping his rough fingers into his mouth to suck off whatever stickiness had collected.
Your heart raced and before you knew what was happening, you stood up; the blanket falling and pooling by your socked feet. Grayson and Ethan looked up at you, frowns taking over their faces as they regarded you.
"Y/N?"
"Bathroom." You stuttered out, forcing your feet to flee from the living area, ignoring the dampness in your underwear as you passed the one responsible for it.
The second time was two weeks later. You'd been lounging on your bed, feeling sleepier as the time went even though it was midday. But the calming patters of the rain against your window was lulling you to a state where you were half-asleep. That is, until your phone vibrated against your side where it laid on the bed, indicating that you had a text message from Ethan.
I'm feeling up for some muffins
are you high?
No, just wanna hang out. you up for it?
You took a shuddering breath, recalling the time when he'd sucked on his fingers and the way you'd rushed to the bathroom. It took everything in you to not take care of yourself behind the closed door, trying to calm your beating heart as you splashed your face with water so cold that it gave you brainfreeze for a few seconds. Ethan had asked you if you were okay when you'd stepped out and you had only waved it off, giving him a smile.
But, you were craving sweets and nothing sounded better than baking with your best friend on a rainy day.
Give me 10.
So, there you were, standing in the middle of the kitchen with Ethan. You'd been soaked from top to bottom when you arrived so Ethan had tutted at you, being the usual overprotective mother as he ushered you into his room and gave you some fresh clothes to change into as he left to turn on the oven. You'd ignored the tingling in the pit of your stomach as you looked at yourself in the mirror, his navy sweater almost swallowing you up and the boxer shorts that he'd tossed you in your hands. Your panties were soaked from the rain, so you took them off with blushing cheeks, stuffing them into your bag before you pulled the boxers on.
Ethan was standing in the kitchen as you stepped out there and you quickly got to work, moving around the area as you worked to get those muffins done. In the middle of it all, he got out some Bluetooth speakers, playing music so loud that it drowned out your giggles as he goofily danced, thrusting his hips in a way that made you feel warm all over.
"Is the batter sweet enough?" You asked as he turned off the electric mixer. He huffed out a laugh, turning his head to stare at you with raised eyebrows.
"Keep pouring sugar and you'll rot your teeth before you're thirty!" He said, placing the mixer down on the countertop.
Whatever clever comeback you had died in your throat as he dipped a thick finger into the batter, quickly bringing it up to his lips and sliding it into his mouth. You stared as his finger came back into view, batter gone and shiny with saliva. There was something incredibly erotic and dirty with the way he looked.
"Tastes good." He confirmed with a firm nod, not even noticing the flush on your face and your open mouth, too busy with inspecting the brown, chocolate batter in the plastic bowl.
"Are you sure?" You asked, voice breathy as you willed yourself to tear your eyes away from his face but he barely noticed. His eyes furrowed.
"I mean, yeah? I guess? How sweet do you want it?" He frowned adorably, but the way he dipped his finger back into the batter was anything but adorable.
Before you could stop yourself, before you could tell yourself that this could be the end of your friendship, your hands caught his hand that was on its way to his obscene mouth; halting the movement. He froze, head turning to glance at you as his eyes ran over your face but you were too busy staring at his hand, thinking of large it looked compared to yours that had wrapped around it.
"Wha - ?" He trailed off as you stood up on your tippy-toes, wrapping your lips around his finger, tongue flattening against his skin. The batter was sweet but you could still taste the hint of saltiness from his skin as you let your tongue sweep over his finger, lips tightening around his digit.
You gazed up at Ethan, finding him looking at you with hooded eyes, arched eyebrows shot up in surprise as he huffed out a breath of disbelief. Only then did you realize what you were doing, almost popping the finger out of your mouth but he slid it further into your mouth, a moan ripping from your throat as you realized what he was doing. His tongue poked out, licking his bottom lip that had gone dry as he took a shuddering breath before placing his middle finger close to your lips. Without thinking too much about it, you parted your lips long enough for him to slide it in beside his pointer finger, saliva building up your mouth as you sucked on the two digits; eyelids fluttering shut as you heard his small groan over the music that still played in the background.
You almost whimpered, too far gone, as he slid the fingers out of your mouth. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you opened your eyes, spotting the string of saliva connecting your lips and his fingers as he drew them back. A squeal left your lips as he crouched slightly, hands gripping your waist before hoistering you up on the counter with ease. Before you could open your mouth to speak, to say anything, he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, parting your lips with his and giving you the filthiest kiss you'd experienced. It was slick, teeth knocking and noses bumping but it was perfect and it made you weak in the knees as he slid his one hand around your waist; hand sneaking up the edge of your sweater splaying over the small of your back, hand warm against your skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him close to you and letting out a small gasp as you felt his hardness press against your damp center.
"God, I've wanted this for so long..." He murmured out between kisses, his free hand coming up to grip your jaw. Your heart raced as he tilted your head to the side so he could get easy access to your neck and jaw, nipping, kissing and licking every inch of your skin. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, feeling helpless as sat there with Ethan standing between your legs.
He let go of your jaw, sucking a bruise over your pulsepoint as he let his hand roam down your body. You held your breath as his fingers snubbed against the edge of his boxers that you were wearing, thinking how insane this was. Was this really happening? Sitting on your best friends kitchen counter as he devoured you like there was no tomorrow?
As his hand slipped into your boxers, you thought that yes, this was most definitely happening and you sure as hell wasn't going to stop it. Ethan let out a groan against your ear where he'd now traveled up, as he discovered you weren't wearing anything under the piece of clothing.
"Jesus, Y/N." He gasped, head coming around to catch your bruised lips into a heated kiss. A small whimper escaped your lips as his hands slipped further down, fingers running between your slick folds in a smooth movement.
And just as he snubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves with his finger, you heard something drop to the floor from the door. Ethan and your heads turned to the source of the sound.
"Fucking hell, guys!" Grayson screeched.