ethan dolan imagines

cigarettes after sex

no cigarettes btw. i ain't that typa person.

unedited (you'll find out).

Your POV
"you're blushing," ethan whispers ever so gently in my ear, trapping me between his arms pushing me against the counter. i swirl the dark pinkish red liquid around my glass, fluttering my eyelashes sweetly before smiling and looking away. ethan's gaze is powerfully overwhelming, i shift swiftly in my spot, but ethan keeps me enclosed between him. i take a light sip of my red wine, feeling it burn sensationally down my throat. "your dress; it looks like the one from The Notebook."

"which one?" i misinterpret, but at the same time, knowing what he's talking about. my sky blue and white striped dress hugged my waist up, ethan's hands placed firmly there, then hung loosely below the waist down to my ankles.

ethan's wearing a loose button up, but it strongly defines his muscular figure. something that is definitely a view i couldn't get enough of.

"the one ryan gosling tore off of her," ethan whispers lightly erotically. i shiver, but play on with his surprising behavior. ethan looks towards me, bumping his nose against mine along the way.

"ryan gosling is hot," i react, smiling happily. ethan's thumbs trace circles on my lower hip, chuckling deeply.

"i'm trying to hint something here," he whines, taking a sip of his wine after. i bite my lips seeing ethan licking his own red ones.

he's so beautiful.

"ethan, you seem ridiculously aroused," i catch on with his movements, hands searching the curves of my hips to my lower back, and it's urging me to to touch him in some way.

he hums, pausing for a second before saying, "i want to see you dance in this."

"really?" i whisper innocently, feeling alone when his hands slipped off my waist. he walks to a different room and i follow him, silent between us but it's just a lead on to something far more intense.

i see ethan in our most open room, space wise, dim lit in such a seductive glow, and ethan reaches the record player while i stand at my place. he pulls out a vinyl without speaking a single word. i release a low yet deep breath, sipping the last few drops of the wine.

i look around the room, before a static sound of drums and guitar fills my ears, and a cold shiver snakes down my back when the artist of the song pops in my mind. the music drips of passionate sex, the residue of wine on my lips, and the sensation of the room only makes this more voluptuous, and ethan turns his head slowly to capture my lustful eyes.

ethan's hand lifts up and gestures for me to come to him, and i set my glass on a table before swaying my hips towards him, which only made him smile for more of me. the music is faint and airy, smooths into the atmosphere as ethan captures my body with his hands, a sense of security pulling me into a daze.

and it's a long pause, an intense stare between us but soon the rhythm of the song pulls me into a dream, involving him. "dance with me, baby," ethan whispers, pulling me closer to his chest, carrying a fragrance of the addicting scent of cologne and fruit.

ethan lifts my arms to wrap around his neck, and he cradles my flushed body towards him, and then repeats, in such a seductive manner, "dance with me."

i sway my hips with the music, he follows my rhythm gradually, pressing against me creating heat between us. although surprisingly hot of him to get me close and personal with him and dance with him, i couldn't help but feel bad for his poor moves. "get in tempo, e," i laugh out. "it goes 1, 2, 3, 4," i say following the beat of the song like a metronome.