Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 19

Your POV

Ethan's car pulled up outside in the driveway and he honked the horn, alerting you.

You open the curtain, looking down at the guy leaning against his car, glancing up at your window. "My knight in a shining BMW" you mumble, smirking down at him.

He brings up his wrist, tapping it to show you how late it was getting.

You nod and leave your room, passing your Dad's room without an issue. Maybe he was at the gym still. For the past three hours, you've been getting ready for your date with Ethan.

You were really excited. He said he was taking you to the movies, and seeing as it was a night showing; you couldn't be late.

"Hey Killer" you smile at him, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

"Hey, beautiful. Ready for an extremely uncomfortable movie?" He laughs, tugging your hips into him.

"Fifty Shades of Grey is not uncomfortable" you laugh, placing your palms on his chest.

He laughs, too and looks up at the sky with his head thrown back, "it is when you're a guy." He looks back at you and steps forward, making you step back. His hands, still around your waist until one reaches back, opening the door for you. "Ladies first" he says.

You smile and peck his lips quickly, expecting to get into the car. But he pulls you back into it, moving his lips against yours. "I needed more of that" he smirks, stepping aside.

"We're gonna be late if you keep kissing me, Dolan."

He shakes his head, eyeing your outfit. A simple t-shirt and tight skinny jeans. "No, baby we're gonna be late because your ass looks amazing in those jeans."

"Stop" you blush, slipping into the passenger seat.

He closes the door for you and heads around the front of the car, to the driver's seat.

You sit quietly and put on your seatbelt, watching him get in. "Ready?" He asks, smiling.

"Of course."

Ethan's POV

The whole ride, i fought the urge to put my hand on her thigh. It was hard. She was driving me insane. The casual look was really working for her.

I glance at her just before pulling into the parking lot of the theatre, seeing the curious sparkle in her eyes.

I park the car and get out before her, opening her door. She blushes and smiles up at me, getting out as well. "What a gentleman."

I laugh and close the door, locking up my car before we head for the cinema.

Y/n's hand was laced with my own as we walked to the glass doors. Lit up movie posters lined the outside walls of the place. The poster for 50 Shades of Grey made me cringe.

I was only watching this for her. I, personally, had no damn interest in a chick movie.

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"What do you mean he's a Dom?" I whisper to her. She sat to my right, in the corner at the very top of the seating area.

She tells me to be quiet in a whisper, "you'll see."

I settle into my seat and watch the two actors on the screen. No word of a lie, that Anastasia chick is fine. The guy, not so much.

"I want you like this every time you come in here" he tells her.

The play room? It was red. Everywhere. Belts, whips, toys, blindfolds.

The man was living the Dom dream, apparently. It was like he owned her sexually. I guess that's the job of a Dominant.

He blindfolds her, then takes a whip looking thing from the wall. I think it was called a flog.

I fidget in my seat, feeling uncomfortable as a bunch of girls in this cinema room mumble while the man takes off his shirt.

I glance over at Y/n, her eyes were fixed on the screen. I can't stop myself from wondering what's going through her head.

Your POV

'Holy fucking shit this is an amazing movie.'

You re-adjust your seating, feeling uncomfortable watching this with Ethan. Maybe he was right. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

You see him out of the corner of your eye, completely entranced in the movie.

His hands were resting protectively over his... area. Which was slightly larger than before. You turn your head to him and smile lightly. You really saw him for him.

The cut jaw, with the stuble. His hazel eyes were dark, with- lust. You realized what this movie was doing to him. Why he didn't want to see it.

You laugh under your breath, and he heard you. He looked your way, capturing your gaze with his own. "What are you laughing at" he asks, a questioning look on his face.

"You're horny" you say in a whisper.

He glances down at his tightened jeans, smirking a little when he looks back up at you.

"It's your fault" he smirks. "You wanted to watch this damn movie."

You laugh, biting your lip subconsciously.

"No" he says. His face turned to a threatening expression. "Don't bite your lip" he orders, glaring at it.

You smile and bite it on purpose, harder than before. He groans in frustration and turns back to the movie, where Christian and Anastasia are having a rather... Intimate moment.

"I gotta get out of here" he laughs silently, leaving the cinema, and you.

"Wha-" you sit confused, and abandoned. "Ethan" you whisper yell, earning a few 'shhh's' from surrounding women. "Oh shut up, she leaves him at the end" you scowl, ruining it for them as you stand to follow Ethan out.

You reach the exit and see him standing by it, clutching his keys in his white-knuckled fist. "Let's go" he says. His other hand grabs your arm, pulling you to the doors.

"Where are we going" you giggle, running out of the cinema with him.

He looks back at you, the wind whipping his hair around a little, "you'll see."

You both get in the car, and he rushes to a familiar building. The white painted bricks and open parking lot are extremely familiar. "The gym?"

He parks the cat and looks at you with a devilish smirk. He tilts his head out the window, toward the building and then he gets out. You wait a little, seeing if he was actually serious.

By the time he reached the door, you realized he was. Dead serious.

You open the door and get out, "come on!" he yells to you.

You smile and run to the door, meeting him inside. The lights were flickering on, the same musty smell of the old sweat lingered in your nose. "What the hell are we doing here" you ask, smiling at the silly boy as he hops into the ring.

"Let's go. Show me what you've got" he says.

You stand, your arms crossed as you shake your head in dissaproval. "Ethan, come on. I thought you wanted to take care of your issue" you say, laughing the whole way through the sentence.

He rolls his eyes and leans on the top rope, "you can help me in the shower if you want." A subtle wink is displayed after that, making you rethink the fighting thing.

"Uh, gloves or no gloves?" You ask, completely dismissing the sex offer.

He laughs at your nervousness and flushed features and open the ropes for you to climb through easier, "no gloves" he says.

"Just fists."

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