ethan dolan imagines

coffee

unedited and inspired by a song...bc i'm like that.

oh and ethan needs to burn that playboy shirt and wear his yellow hoodie for once-

jk i'm just in the need for some yellow.

Your POV
dawn rises slowly, sunlight passing through the glass painting our bare skin and the covers draped over us. it felt like a dream being tangled in his legs, his arm secured around my waist, and his chest pressed against my back, his heart beating against me. his breath muffled in my hair-

should i get up? no, not yet, just a few more minutes-

the rhythm of his heartbeats faltered, along with mine, but my eyes remained shut. his breath also stuttered, and his fingered began feeling the presence of my bare stomach, tracing patterns.

his palm slides off, and his embrace now replaced with the sheets, and i hear his yawn. my body moves a little when his legs moved away from mine.

the mattress moves a little, just a bit, and i still feel his presence behind me, the sensation between us was warm, intimacy spoken through the way his fingers glided along the spine of my back.

this wasn't like every night; my body cradled in ethan's, skin building up heat. his chest expanding then contracting, silently loving eachother in the dark, then waking up still cuddled together like a puzzle. this, i'm just thinking of how lucky i am to be waking up and falling asleep in the same bed with someone that wants to cherish me as much as i do to him.

i feel his eyes staring lovingly on me, his hand skimming the skin, chills run down my bare back by the sensation it's giving. it's surreal, it's a dream. painting our love; moments like these are like the vibrant hues in a sunrise sky.

the mattress dips down under me, then i feel a soft touch of lips sail on my upper back. a large exhale of my breath was my reaction, being overtaking my the entire adoration of his actions. it's so dear and delicate, safe and beautiful, light and deep.

he carefully pulled me back into our embrace, and i began remembering moments of last night.

-spoken in the sheets, melodies sung through our shuddering breaths, inexperience yet total acceptance, loving words tangled in the heat of our bodies, and i watch adoringly the strands of hair falling over his forehead, and the exhausted yet loving tint of red on his cheeks and the puffy rose petals being his lips. breaking the silence of the night with our raw love-

his fingers clasp mine, holding it tightly to my chest, my heart being his savior in order to lose hours with his eyes closed. i would lose anything just to keep it this way forever, just in ethan's arms; wouldn't it be great to just get lost in eachother right here, draped in the vibrant hues of the sunrise sky.

how can a dream become so real, almost surreal, i can't think clearly other than i'm with the person that completes me more than anything. i love him for this and everything else about him.

"i want to stay like this," his whisper flowing through my ear. "i just want this forever."

our minds seem to speak the same.

a butterfly kiss against my neck tenderly, ethan's hair tickling the sides of my face. "i wish i didn't wake you, but i just wanted you to know. i never felt comfortable other than this."

i smile forms but he covers it with his lips, turning me around as he lifts himself up, hovering over me, hiccup of laughter muffled into the softness of his mouth being my reaction. "ethan i'm tired," i drag.

"i know, me too, i just could hold it in, you look so beautiful right now," he says.

"my hair all tousled?"

"i didn't see that as a flaw," he spoke, combing through my strands. i could just get lost in this atmosphere, in already lost in his hazel orbs. "and your hair smells good."

"still?" i ask while he was still skimming his lips on mine. he hums back, his fingers lacing with mine along with our lips. a purr escapes me.

his weight is on his elbows, watching me flattered by our position, giggling it off. lying underneath his warmth and watching his lashes perk up to meet my gaze was enough for me to just stop thinking and just look at him. silently staring at eachother, knowing we are mess, both of us, not sure of what the future could hold, what could possible be the big gap in our endless love slowly peaking, but i'm too distracted by how his eyes never seem to stop flustering me to even think about the future. i might as well not know, it's best not too.

his lips curve into a smile. "what?" i ask.

"i-i just love you," he says, thumb feeling the skin of my hand that's laced with his.

"i know," i say still daze by him hovering over me. my smile faltered a little, since i pray everyday that i will see this man in twenty years or till death.

"i just, i'm so crazy about you, you really screwed me up in the best way possible, but i couldn't be more okay with that."

"ethan..." i say pulling his hand to my lips.

"i love you...so much, i can't believe someone like you is alive in this terrifying world, just can't describe it...i love you."

"i love you too, eth."

"but i just...you're just incredible," he leaves a kiss under my jawline. my eyes flutter shut my his lips feeling my neck. this world, this part of my life, right here, feeling secure and loved, is where i want to be. i sometimes ask myself what could i do to remain like this, and yet again, i remind myself to just count on the universe to decide this, this exciting love existing between us.

last night, the sense of admiration and trust mixed with passionate kisses and touches, my heart is fleeing out of my chest just thinking about it, i could go limp under ethan right now, light headed just thinking about it.

"want me to brew coffee?" he says cuddled into the crook of my neck, his weight on me, but i couldn't care less.

quick promo because i'm desperate: go check out barista:)

okay thanks:)