ethan dolan imagines

romantic

a god^^^

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unedited.

pulled this out of my ass too...while eating nutella and chex mix listening to one direction and sebastian olzanski (it was a good day as you may tell).

Your POV
curly chocolate locks of hair is my view at the moment, tussled and rested on my chest, small feathery pieces falling onto my chest and that's all i really see, holding in the urge to comb my fingers through it. his head rests peacefully, cheek pressed gingerly against me, intimacy rising just like the overwhelming yet oddly comforting heat between us. it's settling, but it's noticeable; he exhales a distressing sigh, tightening his hold on me with one arm, while the other arm is hanging off the side of the couch, picking through the half full bag of potato chips (sounds like a full bag of lays lmao). his voice low when he speaks, lighthearted and playful though, complimenting my breasts, saying it's a pillow for his head.

"it's plushy...cushiony," he comments, giggles afterwards, nuzzling his head closer to me, in which i also pull him closer to my heart, smiling incredibly. (welp...it's cute in a way...seems so sexual but so...innocent)

a usual position we put ourselves into; lazily staring at the tv shining cartoons at us while lazy munching on snacks, reluctant for a certain responsibility to pop through at any moment, and no hope or anticipation for tomorrow, since we happily desire these moments between eachother; most comforting moments, easeful and oddly romantic-

-ethan stuffs a handful of chips in his mouth, crumbs landing on my chest but no such reaction comes from him and i-

-really romantic.

other days we take time outside of our...sanctuary being our house, and go on a date, and just enjoy even more of each others company, and the comforts of us, except a little more formal. and then some days we would share our love through movements; wet kisses and intensely adoring touches in our bedroom, then bury the heat we've created between us to a slumber.

but nothing could top right now, nothing at all. we both thoroughly enjoy these basic moments like this, no doubt. it's not fully sexual, it's not fully innocent, it's in the middle; pure affection and light sensuality (okay, i try not to cringe but...ye). light hearted, i call it beautiful.

ethan perks his head up to meet my sluggish face, reaching his hand out to trace from my collarbone to the crook of my neck. "you got tan skin, and soft, how do you pull that off?" he randomly mutters, his arm raised from the side of the couch to rest on my chest in a comfortable spot, perching his head lightly on top of that arm, still facing me. his other hand continues trancing patterns along my skin. i look down at his idle figure on top of me, completely giving me full attention just for an answer to his question, quite amusing.

"i used your shower gel," i answer in a dull tone. "you always smell good, so i tried it for myself. i have a manly smell, instead of mango coconut milk, i have a fresh mint scent."

"well you always have soft feather-like smooth skin," he says placing chaste kisses along the center of my chest. i hear him inhale through his nose along the crook of my neck, making me shiver and tip my head back involuntarily, feeling satisfied with his ways. "and you do smell like me, well then..."

i giggle sweetly, watching him spoil me with tender kisses. he looks back up at me all flattered. "you're so cute...cute little baby."

i couldn't stop reacting to his comments and kisses, i continue releasing hiccups of laughter as a way to cope with my extreme satisfaction from him, as he tightens his hold around me to enhance the contact.

he locks his lips with mine, and i taste the salt on his lips from the potato chips, which is definitely hilarious to think about, yet it's totally fine for my lazy ass.

he drags his lips slowly to my cheek, down to side of my jaw, kissing passionately, admiring me with his lips...now trailing down to my collarbone, making my mind swirl and dance. it jolts my insides to a whirlpool, that's his doing, he's really good at making me feel so cherished and pleasured from such simple touches.

"ethan," i drag (or moaned, can't tell anymore), showing a loose smile. "i'm too tired."

"i know, you weirdo, i like kissing you, that's all," he answer quick, touching his lips back on me again affectionately, but pulls back seconds later, amusement in his smile. "what do you think i'm gonna do?"

"uh..." i hum as he waits with a sly smirk, clearly enjoying my faulty voice and attempt to seem in the right place of mind. shit, he's really good at making me stutter and hesitate...or really forget my words all together, or be at the right place of mind, because i have nothing to say.

"you're so dirty," he eggs me on. "i like it, but save it for tonight."

"good lord, ethan!" i react, grinning embarrassingly, giving in to him, as he watches patiently. i pause a second, "stop! you do that too! and it's not my fault you're being hot as hell right now!"

"i'm hot, you say?" he encourages, getting back into his position with his head resting above my heartbeat, cuddling back onto me, knowing that i'm still triggered.

"ugh! you're such a tease, e," i snap. "fu-eat your potato chips!"

"anything for you," he teases. "and your skin had salt and small crumbs from me."

"okay ethan, cool to know," i say sarcastically, touching the wetness on my neck and lips where ethan once was pouring his affection to. definitely something i couldn't get enough of; i enjoyed every minute of that. moments passed by, me thinking about everything in my life that involved ethan, and i could tell how my those moments had a clear meaning to them. they all led to one strong feeling that we can't stop sharing between eachother. "i love you ethan."

"i love you too, baby," he says, reaching out to my free hand to entwine with, another form of touch i couldn't get enough of. our relationship is a mix of light hearted moments to intimate love, playfulness to intensity, young to mature, and it's addicting. he's addicting.

truly, i can't get enough of him.

i-i don't know! just be happy i updated earlier than my usual late timing lol.

i hope you liked it in any way.

fudge...yo, give me a good title to this, i got nothing.