ᴅᴏʟᴀɴ ᴛᴡɪɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

jealous victory ♡ e

hi this is another imagine i wrote for my best friend and it sucks!

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you smiled watching your boyfriend celebrate with his team as they had just won the first football game of the season. a great first impression of how the rest of the games would go.

you walked down to greet ethan. once he saw you, he smiled and ran towards you. he picked you up holding you by your butt and kissing you. "good job baby!" you praised.

"first win of the year, you know what that means." he winked before getting called over by his coach. he set you down, telling you to stay there until he was done.

you scrolled through some social media, waiting for ethan to be done talking with his coach. a tap on your shoulder made you turn around. "hey baby." ryan, the twins best friend smirked at you, raising his eyebrows up and down. you smiled, bringing ryan in for a hug.

"wheres the boyfriend?" he asked, looking around. you motioned your head towards ethan and the coach. ethan looked back at you, his jaw clenched and he no longer looked happy, but pissed off.

"damn. wonder what the coach is preaching to him about." ryan laughed, looking back at you. "well hey, tell e i said good game and i'll see you kids later." he smiled walking back to his car.

ethan walked back over to you, dragging you to his car. he didnt bother to change into his normal street clothes. he simply took off his padding and threw his football jersey back on.

"whats your deal?" you spat with some attitude. ethan didnt like your tone. "whats with you and ryan?" he spat back.

you let out a laugh. "me and ryan? oh baby no" ethan took this as you were making fun of him. the angry tension grew and you could feel it in the air.

"just take me the fuck home if you're gonna act like this." you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend who was overly jealous and was getting mad at every simple thing.

"shut up." ethan spat, pulling into his driveway. no other cars were home so there was no escaping him. you couldnt go talk to cameron or grayson until he cooled down.

once you got inside, ethan pushed you against the door, kissing your neck roughly. "i saw you hug ryan. i saw you laughing at him. he looked at your ass and boobs. it looked like you enjoyed his company. is that true?" he sucked on your neck.

"n-no."

"hm thats funny baby girl. i think you need to be taught a lesson." ethan smirked. "i wanna try something. i'll be right back."

you impatiently waited for ethan to come back down the stairs. once he did, he was dressed in basketball shorts and no shirt. he smirked at you before sitting down on the couch.

"ride my thigh." ethan pointed to his thick thigh. the thought made you drip. he made you feel so vulnerable.

you sat down on his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and twisting some of his floppy locks in between your fingers.

to tease yourself, you started off by grinding on his thigh with your tight jeans on. ethan grabbed your ass, helping you move back and fourth on his thigh. you bit your lip, feeling yourself soak your panties.

"take your jeans off." ethan spat, watching you unbutton your jeans. "bend down in front of me." you did as he said, bending down in front of him, giving him a clear view of your very hot thong. he ran his index and middle finger over your covered folds before pulling you back down on his thigh.

you moved his basketball shorts up, grinding on his thigh faster this time. although it was better with no jeans, you still needed direct contact. "daddy please let me take my thong off." you whined.

"oh is my baby girl horny?" ethan pouted. he stood you up, taking your panties off with his teeth.

you sat back down on his thigh, grinding faster than ever before. you moaned as ethan grabbed your ass, smacking it and continued to move you back and fourth. your wetness soaked ethan's thigh.

"o-oh god. ethan, im so close." you gulped, a knot forming in your stomach.

"you're not allowed to cum until i fucking say so you got that?" ethan grabbed your ass, pushing you down and moving you back and fourth.

"d-daddy please i can't hold it anymore." you bit your lip, almost passing out from the pleasure.

"no y/n." ethan spat. you felt a wave of relief wash over you. your eyes snapped open and looked at ethan who was mad that you had disobeyed him.

"oh you dirty girl. i thought i told you that you weren't supposed to cum until i said so." your face went pale and you went to speak but ethan hushed you.

"get upstairs." ethan spat. you quickly ran up the stairs, plopping yourself down on ethan's bed. he closed the door, locking it. "get on all fours."

you obeyed ethan, getting on your hands and knees. ethan grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "you see that mirror? you're gonna watch me fuck you. watch yourself get fucked like the dirty girl you are."

ethan took his basketball shorts off, flinging them across the room. he slammed into you from behind, making you gasp.

"moan my name. scream it baby. tell ryan who you belong to." ethan grabbed your hips, slamming into you at a fast pace.

"e-ethan oh my god." you watched in the mirror as ethan threw his head back, his adams apple becoming very prominent. "holy fuck baby." ethan collapsed back on the bed.

"ride me."

you sat on ethan, moving your hips back and fourth, moaning his name. his hands were occasionally squeezing your ass or your boobs.

"i-im close baby. keep going." ethan moaned. "scream my name." he smacked your ass.

"ethan, jesus fuck!" he pounded into you, profanities spilling out of his mouth. it sounded like angelic voices.

"oh y/n baby, im gonna cum." ethan bit his lip. "me too." you threw your head back.

you released moaning as ethan came right after you. you collapsed down on him, your breathing in sync. both heavy and hot. "that was so hot." you announced.

"i know. lets go for round two in the shower."

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sorry this is bad, i'm an awful author i know sorry