Y/n POV:
This dance is starting to suck ass. I roll my eyes and look at the drink in my cup. They didn't spike it well.
I look around to find my best friend running to me.
"We have a special message for you". Y/b/n says.
"What?" I ask.
"Well, after I got out of the restroom, the Dolans were talking about you". She says a little too cheerfully.
"The Dolan Twins," I ask, laughing. "Okay... what did they say?"
"Well, I just heard your name and 'fuck her hard' in the same sentence". Her smile goes from ear to ear.
"Okay, woah... I'm feeling you misinterpreted that completely. They were probably talking about how Alex and I fucked in his car back when we used to date". Some guys next to me drop their drink and shuffle around in nervousness. Nasty ass pervs.
"How do you 'fuck hard' in a car?"
"It's actually not that hard". I laugh and look break eye contact with y/b/n. I find Ethan. His eyes pan my body as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth. I felt my cheeks flush and a smile pulling on the corner of my lips.
"He's looking at you, isn't he?" She giggles.
"Sorry, don't you have a bathroom to watch?" I tell her.
"Okay, well so do you. Thanks so much for volunteering". She grins. I roll my eyes and follow her. She ends up walking in on two stoners trying to share a hot dog, and a girl writing "Makenna chokes on dick" with a Sharpie dupe on the mirrors.
"Well, we love a classy school". I laugh. Y/b/n rubs the mirror in worry. The ink can't come off.
"Can you ask a janitor for some cleaning product and a towel? Also, if you can get some sage or something to get rid of the weed scent, that would be great".
"Just inhale it, you need it". I laugh and walk out. Unfortunately, a janitor was no where to be found. I exit the gym and enter the dimly lit hallway to test my luck in any other area in the school. Once I turn the corner of a horribly decorated wall, I bump into Ethan.
"Hey, woah woah woah. Where are you going?" He smiles slyly and holds my forearms.
"I have to look for a janitor".
"What for?"
"Some potheads and this attention deprived girl wrote on the walls and smoked weed. I need to get some cleaning supplies".
"Are you forgetting that I am the principal's assistant, therefore I get the key to pretty much everywhere; including the maintenance closet?" He exclaims as he slowly releases his grasp from my arm.
"Oh, well obviously I'd be the principal's assistant too if the principal was my dad. Hurry and take me". I say. The walk to the only maintenance closet was long and quiet. My mind began to roam.
To be frank, I've always wanted to fuck Ethan. I mean, I couldn't cause of the whole "me dating Alex" thing. But now that I am single, I wouldn't mind riding his dick like there's no tomorrow. I stare at his obsidien slacks and how they shaped his lower body perfectly. His muscular, toned legs tightened the restricting fabric. However not too much that he wasn't able to stride the way he does. Then his dark grey shirt did the same favor for his upper body. His muscles creased his back as well as his arms.
He opens the door and we enter. The room wasn't so small, I stare at this wide ceramic sink on the far, navy blue wall of the room.
Oh, what I would do for him to sit me on there an--
The door's lock clicks and Ethan walks to me. Oh, fuck yes. He tightly grips my waist and pulls me to him. I hold his tone arms and look at him
"Y/n, you have no idea how much I've been wanting to fuck you". His chest heavily heaves and presses against mine.
"Not as much as I do". I bite my lower lip. My hand rests on his slightly exposed chest and lowers to the first secured button. He licks his pink lips before kissing mine. Oh my gosh, I've been waiting for this moment. His needy hands are lost; they move all over my back until they give up and pull the hem of my dress to my hips. As soon as I get the chance, I open his shirt and softly giggle at the idea that he had those child safety buttons. Ya know, the ones you press closed to secure.
He's a little annoyed that I laughed, at least that's what I think when he harshly squeezes my cheeks with one hand and kisses me angrily. He spins me around and my hot, wet core makes contact with the sink. I had no idea how we made it across the room so fast, but that's the least of my worries. I yelp as Ethan immediately yanks my underwear down and pulls me to him. His large hand squeezes my throbbing skin, earning another tight gasp from me.
"You're so not ready for this" he mutters and loosens his belt. He hastily pulls his underwear down. The feeling of his hot pale skin against my now cold bottom almost made my knees give out. His member stiffly pressed against me and all I wanted to do wa—
A little too fast, he rams himself in me. But I didn't really give a fuck. I haven't gotten it in yet, so quite frankly, I would have been satisfied if I gave Ethan a handjob and call it a day. So this flaming hot, rough fucking is great. His hands show no mercy in pulling my hips to his carved body. I held onto the edge of the sink so hard my knuckles become ghostly. I couldn't help but moan, cuss, and groan aloud.
"Fuck, Ethan..." I shout. I only get grunts, heavy breaths, and more pleasure in response. One of his hands take control of my unstable body and the other reaches to the edge of my folds and moves in small vigorous circles. My eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. I am about to give out at any second. I felt him pull out and pick me up to only sit me down on the sink. He rams himself back into me and this was such a beautiful sight. Beads of sweat trailed down his forehead, his lustrous, devilish look on his concentrated face stared at my weak body. His dick moving in and out of me... fuck this was hot. My chest begins to heave again and Ethan become sloppy. He pulls out of me once again but continues the vigorous movement on my swollen core. I feel hot fluid hit my thighs and lower stomach as Ethan groans shakily. And unknowingly, I spill onto Ethan like a fountain and his now wet fingers instantly pull away from me. After catching my breath and acknowledge what I've done, my face goes red.
He's cleaning himself off at this point with toilet paper from the bulk packaging. "I've never made a girl squirt before" he hands me the roll and I begin to clean myself.
"Fuck, well I've never...done that before". I chuckle and throw the used paper towel away. I pick up my underwear and slide it back on.
"Really?" He says. We stare at each other and i smile.
"Why don't you... take me out of this shit dance, take me to buy Plan B, and we can continue this at a hotel?" I suggest.
He nods anxiously and rushes me to his car.
I wonder if y/b/n ever got the cleaning supplies.
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I'm back and not that great cause yeah...
I'll be uploading another fanfic shortly so don't completely give up on me.
Thanks so much, hope you enjoyed!
—K :)
