angry [smut]
narrator pov
ethan pulled up into the driveway and took the keys out of the hole [a/n: i don't know what that's called, and i know nothing about a car]. he gripped the steering wheel and sighed loudly.
"you really couldn't say it an—."
"i'm not listening to you again ethan."
you pushed the button to unlock your seatbelt, and pulled the handle to step out of the car. you didn't care for what he had to say.
you unintentionally said something freaky about you around his friends and eth had decided to get jealous and overreact a bit. but right now you didn't care, all you wanted to do is sleep.
you stepped into the house, closing the door behind you, and running up the stairs. you made it to yours and ethan's bedroom and stripped into only underwear and a light pink silk tank top which reached down until your thighs.
you got under the sheets and decided to fall asleep, until you were interrupted.
"you think you can just leave? and not say a word about what happened?"
you turned onto your side facing the other side of the bed where ethan wasn't standing.
"y/n. do you not hear me? am i talking to a ghost or my girlfriend?"
"you're talking to me, but i'm not talking to you."
"you can't just act like it didn't happen y/n."
you just rolled your eyes and closed them. your arm pulled the sheets up to your ear level. you were comfortable, and heard e had left the room.
— two hours later —
you woke up to go to the bathroom and get a water. on you way downstairs you heard ethan on the phone, while he was watching tv on the couch.
"dude let's not talk about it" he paused, "ok i'll admit she's a freak, but i didn't want anyone to know."
"are you serious right now?" he turned around to look at you with a blank face expression.
"and here you are being mad about something i said when you're doing the exact same thing behind my back"
you were beyond angry that he would make a scene about you saying something, when he was over here willing telling one of his friends the exact same thing.
"y/n, it- it's not what it looks like."
"oh really because i think it's exactly what it—"
before you knew it, ethan had gotten up and smashed his lips on yours.
"you can't just kiss me and expect me to be fine with it ethan!"
"go upstairs now."
"why upstairs?"
"i said upstairs." he states firmly, with his mouth in a straight line.
you walked up the stairs and waited for ethan. he opened the door and stepped passed the door frame, walking to the bed where you had been laying down.
he took his sweatshirt, along with his joggers off, only leaving him in his boxers. he pulled your legs so your heat was by the edge of the bed. he hooked his fingers onto your underwear and pulled them down.
