I'm actually going to hell
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You sit on the comfy couch, buried in the corner under a pile of blankets. You reach into the bag of chips, and come out empty handed, because you ate them all.
You huff in annoyance and change the channel. Nothing good was on, and your boyfriend was asleep upstairs.
You throw the heavy blankets off of you, getting up and going to the kitchen. The coldness of the floors left your feet ice cold.
You opened up the fridge, your eyes surveying the food that didn't satisfy you. There was nothing good to eat, meaning Ethan needed to go grocery shopping for his apartment.
You played with the strings of your hoodie, walking down the dark hallway to his bedroom. You silently opened the door, seeing his clock read 12:30.
You giggle when you saw his face smushed against his pillow. His hair was messily tousled, and his lips almost forming a pout.
You crawl on the bed beside him, laying down and thinking of going to sleep. You reached over, going to feel his hand, but instead feeling something else.
You pause, realizing what the thing was. You removed your hand, smirking. You sit up, removing the thin sheet that covered Ethan's body.
You swung your leg over his torso, straddling him. He still hadn't woken up, making you kiss light pecks down his bare chest.
Ethan slowly began to open his eyes at the tickles being made. He looked at your body on his, that wore his hippie hoodie.
His hands went to your hips, that were covered by the cloth of your underwear. His thumb rubbed small circles, while his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth.
You brought your lips from Ethan's, and put them on his mouth, making sure the kiss was heated. Your hand met Ethan's cheek, while the other rested on his chest.
You pulled away, breathless. You never looked away from his hazel eyes, full of lust. You got off of him, seeing his member poking through his basketball shorts.
He always seemed to be wearing them.
You hooked your fingers around the hem, slowly pulling them down, making Ethan sexually frustrated. He grabbed your hands roughly, bringing them together and kissing your knuckles.
You bit your lip at his action, knowing he couldn't keep himself contained. He dropped your small hands, standing up off of the bed. He swiftly pulled his shorts down, leaving him in his navy blue boxers.
You sit with your legs underneath you, watching Ethan patiently. He reaches for your hand, gripping it when you lay it in his. He puts your hand on his package, biting his lip at the contact.
You slowly palm him, smiling at the occasional "oohs" And "ahhs" that would come out of his mouth. You pulled his boxers down, revealing his cock.
You look up at his face, completely full of need. You gently grab his cock, slowly moving your hand around it, giving Ethan immediate pleasure.
You swipe over his tip, before putting your mouth around it and giving a quick kiss. You finally put your mouth around it, slowly working your way up and down.
Ethan's head falls back in pleasure, moaning profanities. You began to move your head faster, doing what you can't fit with your mouth, in your hands.
"Oh fuck yes, y/n." Ethan grabs your hair, roughly pushing your head to where almost all of him was in your mouth. You coughed, not being able to keep quiet.
He pulled your head back, looking at the saliva built up around your mouth, and the tears in your waterline. He pushed your head back on, making you roughly grab his shaft and work faster.
The quick pace made Ethan's legs shake, the intense pleasure building up. Your mouth sucked harder, your hands resting on his cut v-lines.
You pushed your mouth farther, his dick hitting the back of your throat, making you gag at the action. Ethan, however, loved it.
"Ohhh, yes. You like it when I make you choke?" You moaned at his effective words, sending vibrations through him.
At this point, Ethan could feel his high coming, telling you to go faster. You pulled your mouth away, replacing it with both of your hands.
You worked at a quicker pace, looking up at Ethan's many different faces. He removed your hands, using his own. You watched Ethan play with himself at a much faster pace than you could have.
He let one big moan out, before releasing in his hand, making sure not to get any on his princess. He Leaned down, kissing your red plump lips.
He then walked off into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and putting a new pair of boxers on. You laid on his bed, waiting for his body to comfort yours.
You felt a dip in the bed, and arms wrap around you body. Ethan kissed your neck, moving your hair out of the way.
"Finally found something to eat." You laughed at your joke, Ethan not getting it.
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Lmao cringe
