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ethan dolan smut !!

hey guys so ur probably wondering why tf i'm updating for the first time in DECADES but bitch i'm here!! lol

i found this on tumblr a while ago and figured i'd post it here just cause i loved it so much, obviously i didn't write it but i'm giving credit to the owner no worries

also side note idk if any of you guys have seen the trailer for After but bitch im so excited to see the movie!! i read the OG book on this app and i'm so happy that it's finally a movie i'm gonna be the toughest critic in the theater...literally. and the actor who plays hardin...OMG

anyways this was written by @rockstardolan on tumblr enjoy!!!
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Pineapple Pizza [E.D.]

Summary: In which Ethan is really into you, the cute pizza delivery girl that appears at the front door of his frat house when given a certain request.
Words: 7.2k
Warning: smut, fratboy!ethan, his tongue piercing, uhh pineapples

"Y/N!"
Trying not to make a face at the lovely sound of your manager, you turned around to face him for a split second, just to make sure that he had actually called you and it wasn't just your paranoia kicking in due to hearing him say it so many times on the daily. Seriously, you were lucky to fall asleep without mentally hearing the stupid bell that went off every damn time someone would walk into this place.
"Yes?" you sweetly asked just as you got done placing a few dollar bills that the cash register needed after dealing with your last customer.
"You're delivering, hun."
Your shoulders slumped as those words left his mouth, and you internally made groaned. Here you were, thinking that this little short shift on a Saturday night you'd picked up was going to be an easy one - but when was it ever? "Me? But–?"
"Don't start with me, young lady." You pressed your lips together. "And because this order specifically says right here," Ryan, your manager, took a slight pause and read through the sticker that he was going to place on the pizza, which was for specific orders. "Uhhh, 'bring us your cutest delivery girl' and, well, you're the only female here and John aint really a looker either," he finished off, making your co-worker John shout out a 'hey!' from the back in offense. "Oh, you're beautiful, John!" Ryan turned back to you. "Anyway, Y/N. Pizza. And it's quite a few this time. I'm guessing a party."
You pouted, your eyes cascading down to his dirty shoes as he moved and placed said sticker on one of the pizzas before zipping the entire bag up. You were about to whine again, but decided against it since you weren't a child, and took deep breaths instead.
You were about to move to go get your car keys, when Ryan spoke out again. "Oh, there's a small pineapple pizza, too, don't forget that one."
You frowned, going for one of the two large black bags that held about six boxes of pizza in each.
"Weird," you chuckled, gently shaking your head. Despite working at this pizza place for quite a while now, you never understood why pineapple on it was ever invented. But it is what it is.
"I like it," Ryan defended, making you raise your brows.
"Lovely," you said in a sarcastic tone that he didn't catch.
Ryan narrowed his eyes at you, however, and patted your arm. "...Have fun, hun."
You deeply sighed, but nonetheless went to get your things ready before loading your car up. You just hoped that this would be a run and go, even if the town you were in was pretty peaceful.
You got comfortable for the ride, and played some music to help, however you also sat there and wondered; who in their right mind would put in a request like that?
Stupid frat boys, that's who.
"Sorry," one of the drunk guys slurred to you as you put one bag of pizzas down to properly speak with him. You'd gone to the address, yeah, and it was a big frat house already filled with many college students. You recognized some, but you didn't really care for them either. You were just there to get your job done. "E's somewhere inside, probably giving away the trophy for most cum shots on it."
Your face twisted in total disgust, and you tried your best to get that image out of your head. You hoped to God he was joking - then again; what more could you expect from a group of dirty frat boys?
"Okay, well, someone has to pay for these. I don't care if it's E or F or G–" What the hell were you saying? "Look, whatever. These aren't coming to you for free."
Drunk boy looked you over in your red shorts and blue shirt with the little pizza logo on the breast. After seeing the look on his face, you told yourself that it was even grosser than the cum shots trophy he'd just brought up. "Can one of us pay you... some other way?"
You almost roared in laughter before shaking your head and moving your leg back so that you could kick this guy's shin for speaking to you that way - however, the door then revealed someone else to you and your moves were halted.
Of course.
Of course this had to be Ethan Dolan's party. Why did you not realize that when walking up the steps to see the DLN FRATERNITY mat and sign?
"All right man, I got this," he said in that deep voice of his that made you entirely melt on the spot, and patted Drunk boy on the back. The guy looked at you one last time and walked off like he'd just shit himself, leaving you and Ethan standing there facing each other. There were still a few people surrounding you two outside, but overall it seemed like you were completely alone, and you weren't sure how to feel about that.
"Well, they definitely picked her right," Ethan muttered, looking you over and then folding his arms to showcase his biceps. You had to fight to scoff, yet you felt your cheeks blushing as you shifted from one foot to the other in reminder of the little request. Ethan kept his gaze on you, and didn't move it away even as he craned his neck back a little. "Hey, Grayson!" he shouted out next, and almost immediately, his twin brother popped up; shirtless and extremely wet from who knows what.
You felt your cheeks blushing more as you took in the sight of Grayson Dolan's arms, his hard abs, the dripping water going down his V-line, and DLN written in dark blue paint across his chest–
"Hey, eyes up here," Ethan abruptly said, causing you to quickly meet his eyes again. You gulped and held your head high as you saw Grayson smirk from the corner of your eyes before taking the two pizza bags and shaking off his wet hair that was sticking to his forehead.
"Thanks, babygirl–"
"Grayson, just take the pizza and go," Ethan nearly snapped, and all Grayson did was laugh before heading back inside to shout out about the pizza arriving, causing a bunch of commotion to start up. Crazy people. You couldn't help but stare at his back muscles though, and your eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets, because it was such a gorgeous sight. "Jeez, go take a picture if you fucking like it so much." Getting caught, you turned back to Ethan and saw a slightly annoyed look on his face, his perfectly aligned brows knitting together. "Whatever, is that the pineapple one?" he continued like nothing happened, and you nodded, reaching out for him to take it. He did so, and placed it near the window ledge as if to hide it from everybody else. You found it weird, but you didn't care. You stood there waiting, rocking a little bit on the heels of your feet as you waited for his next move.
The good part was coming.
Paying you.
"Why don't you stay after this?" he asked, going for your wrist just as you were turning for his receipt that Ryan had given you so that you could know the total. Ethan's touch was gentle, a rather large hand enclosing easily around your skin and bone. Then, since you were still moving, his hand easily slid to hold yours, and you pulled away when you noticed the warmth of his palm and the pad of his thumb grazing your knuckle.
"What?"
Up close, he really was cute; with a strongly aligned jawline, nice full set of lips, beautiful eyes like a forest... Everything was just so perfectly sculpted in this one man. You truly stood there wondering how one could look so handsome.
Honestly, you didn't know much about Ethan; you just had him for your English Lit course, and would constantly hear how much of a womanizer he was. Along with his brother. But were you going to lie to yourself and say that they were hideous? Because they sure as hell weren't. You were so sure you'd collapse if Ethan was shirtless and wet just like Grayson - no wonder they were so widely popular.
"Stay, party's just started."
"Can't. I have a job... if that isn't obvious," you muttered, brushing your hair back since a strand had slipped from your ponytail. Ethan's eyes went up to watch your hair bounce a little as you rocked back and forth on your toes.
"I'm sure your boss won't mind–"
"E?"
Ethan cocked his head a little to the side when he heard you say that. "Yes?"
You nodded with a relieved breath, semi-mocking him. "What a relief. Are you the one paying?"
Ethan kept his intense gaze on you for a few seconds, making you nervous as his lips tilted. You seemed like a hard catch, and he was enjoying that. "How much is it, cutest delivery girl?" he asked you next, reaching back for his wallet as you tried your best to stand your ground.
"Sixty–"
"Here's two-hundred," he cut you off, giving you two 100 dollar bills.
Confused, you hesitantly reached for them, your fingers briefly brushing together. "Um, I have change–"
"Keep it."
"But–"
"You want 300?"
Your brows scrunched up at the way he was acting, heart swelling. "Why would I want 300?"
Ethan let out a laugh. "You have a job, clearly you need it."
You blinked a few times, and then observed his body language and his expression. He seemed dead serious, and it upset you. "Really...?"
"Hey, take it or leave it. I'm giving it to you. How many hours is that?"
Did he seriously not see what was wrong with what he just said?
You shook your head at him, trying not to go in and kick his shin instead. His shin and his balls and whatever else fucking hurt. But with a straight face, you took the 100 bill, practically threw forty back at him, and gave him a tight smile.
"Screw you."
After that encounter, Ethan still asked for their cutest delivery girl. You had tried your best to avoid him before and after and in between classes, so you hoped that he was going to leave you be after his asshole words that he hadn't even realized were coming from his stupid fucking beautiful kissable mouth.
But did he think throwing his money was going to get him places? You worked hard, and it just hit home that a rich frat boy was doing that so... easily. And if he was trying to be nice about it, he definitely didn't do a very good job at it.
It had been a week since that, and you just knew he was going to have yet another party. You managed to get out of this request, telling Ryan that a guy was being a huge dick to you last time and that you didn't want to go back. It wasn't a total lie - Ethan being the huge dick - so Ryan let John go after you practically begged.
Clearly, that didn't work out well for Ethan.
He saw John at his front door, and he made his decision to go to the stupid pizza place after taking the poor boy by the collar to read the name on it since he was never too sure what or where it even was.
Stubborn, he was, but he had this deep desire for you... and he wasn't about to just let that go when it was a rare feeling he had.
So he showed up at the pizza place after ditching his own party. You were working the cash register that night, along with dealing with a few customers sitting down in the small pizza place. So when you heard that little bell ring, you turned your head to greet the new customer with a friendly smile - but that never happened.
"Sorry. Are you lost little boy? I think they have a five-star restaurant about thirty minutes from here if we're too cheap and poor for you," you said when Ethan walked closer, that same look of annoyance on his face.
"You're being over-dramatic, babygirl," he said, going over to lean on the counter with his forearms resting up on it.
"It was only hot when Grayson said it," you remarked slyly, however him saying that definitely had the same effect as to when his twin used it on you; if not more. Ethan just... he made your insides feel something else. It told you that when he didn't even need to be shirtless. Why were you so goddamn attracted to this fucking frat boy?
Ethan's face fell as he clenched that heavenly jaw of his. "All right, fine, I get that you're pissed. What do you want me to do?"
You shook your head and chuckled dryly. "You don't get it, do you?"
Ethan shrugged, clearly still clueless. Dumbass.
"'You have a job, clearly you need it'," you repeated his words from that night with a deep douchebag voice, and he came into realization, slowly. "I mean, what the fuck was that?"
"First of all, I don't talk like that–"
"Y/N!" You heard Ryan shout at you from the back at hearing your language, and so you briefly took the moment to turn and shout back in his direction.
"This is the huge dick, Ryan!"
"Oh! Carry on then... quietly!"
Ethan tried not to laugh at your interactions and instead raised a sleek brow at you, and you had to hold your breath. Fuck. "Huge dick, huh?"
"Shut it, cum shot."
Ethan's mouth formed a slight 'o' at your sass, yet he was finding all of this rather amusing and it was infuriating you much further. Why did he have to look so fucking hot? "Glad you know about that... because I'm the winner."
"You're disgusting," you said, body shivering. "And please don't flatter yourself. It all went to your head, dickhead."
Ethan opened his mouth to say something else, when he got interrupted.
"Excuse me?" one of the customers sitting on a chair asked, causing you to sigh, glare over at the frat boy, and move. You lifted the little door that helped you move in and out of the counter, but Ethan blocked your pathway when he realized that it would be the only way to get to you.
"Seriously?"
"Come to the party," was all he said, breath fanning over you as he watched you with those loopy eyes.
You two were so close, and it was honestly starting to get to you. You normally liked to act like you didn't give a shit about anything, yet here you were; letting a boy get to you. "Fuck your party."
"Grayson's gonna be there."
"Is that supposed to get me to go?" you asked, and Ethan shrugged a shoulder. He thought he could try it... People liked Grayson. "Do you want me to get with him or something?"
Your breath was getting heavier, especially as Ethan was leaning in closer. He was staring you down like he was ready to take you on this very counter, and he smelled so nice, the heat of his body warming you up. You could've sworn you caught a glimpse of something shiny in his tongue as well. In fact, you'd seen it a couple times, but thought it was your imagination.
"He'd be up for it, but... I'd rather you fuck me than him."
Your entire body was shaking already as you thought about it. How Ethan Dolan's dick would look, how it would feel. Was it as good as others said it was?
Fuck–
"...Y/N!"
"God, I'm coming!" You suddenly shouted out at Ryan upon almost ignoring the only customers there, mentally slapping yourself for letting Ethan come here and ruin your working time. "Going, I'm going!"
Ethan smirked. "You definitely will be coming."
"Will you just leave already? John brought you your pizzas and he looked lovely, I don't know what else to tell you."
"I'm not moving until you agree to come tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" You thought he only had a party one day in the weekend. Was he really having one on a Sunday? "No."
"Not that type of come."
Your cheeks heated up. He was seriously making things so difficult for you, especially just standing there and looking at you so intimidatingly. "I've... got church."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "Like shit you do."
"Y/N!!" Ryan shouted once again, and your ears perked up at the extra sound his feet were making. If you weren't quick enough, you'd be in trouble, no matter how much of a jokester he was with you sometimes. He was still as irritating as other managers - or was it just because Ethan was there that you found him even more annoying?
"Fine!" you shouted back at Ethan due to the frustration you were feeling. "Fine, just move the fuck out of my–"
Satisfied, Ethan moved only a bit and gestured to your passageway. Rolling your eyes, you moved past him. He'd only moved slightly, and you had to press your body fully against his to make your exit from the counter. There, you felt his larger body, his broad chest and hard stomach - and just knew he had a glorious body like Grayson due to brushing up against him. Even your front had to be pressed against his crotch and, oh God–
You took care of the customers orders, before going back to Ethan, who was still standing there, waiting for you.
"Okay now you can leave, I agreed to your stupid orders. What else do you want?"
"Some pineapple pizza, please," he said, turning to face you, and he actually looked a tad bit adorable then and there, with a tiny smile that showed teeth. You didn't think Ethan ever smiled with his teeth, but it had to be cutest thing you'd ever seen.... He definitely did not seem like a shithead in that moment, so you knew he definitely faked a lot of it.
"Pineapple doesn't belong on pizza, you know."
Ethan frowned, and you almost gasped a little when he stopped smiling with his teeth. "Then where does it belong?"
"Don't know, just not on pizza."
Ethan watched you for a moment, getting you all nervous again, and then he nodded. He was quiet after that, and even though you wanted him to finally shut up and leave - this made it seem like he was about to do something so unexpected.
And you weren't ready for it.
Fool. Fool, is what you were. But could anyone blame you? You did want to ditch Ethan, however something made you go to his frat house Sunday afternoon, wearing something nice rather than your work uniform. It was a mini jean skirt and a dark blue halter top. Which was fine... right?
You weren't a party person, so you weren't looking forward to what these college ones brought to you. You came here to learn, not go too crazy. You did find it odd that you parked right in front of the frat house, and no one was around. It was nearing 7PM. Were you just too early? It wasn't like you wanted to stay for long... you could help Ethan out for whatever he was going to do to get the party started, and that's it. Technically, you'd attend the party.
Problem solved.
"Hey," Grayson was the one that had greeted you at the door, now fully clothed and wearing a black long-sleeve along with a grey beanie that really made him look more like Ethan since they mostly just had different hair styles. You smiled at him, heart racing. He was so cute.
It was the damn Dolan effect.
"Uh hi... am I early?" you asked, taking a look at the small watch wrapped around your left wrist.
"Early?" Gray frowned, fixing the sleeves on his shirt.
"For the party..."
He glanced up at you for a second, then back, and slowly smirked. "Oh, yeah. Party, uh... change of plans, I guess. You can stay, but I gotta go study so make yourself at home..."
Odd. "Oh, no, well in that case–"
"Ethan!" he shouted out, causing you to jump slightly at his outburst. "Cute delivery girl is here!" You blushed and swallowed thickly. Your feet were glued to the floor as Grayson smiled beautifully, winked, patted your arm, and walked off to his car parked in front of yours.
Okay...
You weren't able to react in any way since Ethan popped up next, and that's when you heard the slight rap music playing in another room.
Now he was the one shirtless, a pair of sweatpants hanging lowly on his hips that showed his sharp V-line and his muscles on every spot, with a beanie on top of his head as well - except this one showed bits of his hair more. You would be lying if you said your panties weren't soaked at the single sight of him.
"You made it... I'm actually surprised. Come on, in the kitchen."
With furrowed brows, you shut the door closed, looking up at the stairs as you heard nothing but silence, and followed Ethan into their kitchen where he was at the island in the very middle.
"Wasn't there a party? That's why you asked me to come here, right?"
"No one ever mentioned a party, baby... but, if you want, this can be a party. A pineapple party," he said with a nod, holding two cans of pineapple cut into rings. You had to crane your neck to make sure you were seeing right.
You narrowed your eyes at him with crossed arms next. "...Yeah, I'm outta here–"
Ethan moved to set down the two cans and reach out for you. "Hey, hey, I just wanted to make you laugh. Or at least smile, jeez, don't be such a bitter person."
You raised a brow and walked closer to him. You watched as he was placing the juicy pineapple rings neatly on a large plate. "Were you really that offended that you did all of this?"
"Offended by what?"
His hands were so fucking nice. "Me saying that pineapple didn't belong on pizza, so now you're going to sway me with a pineapple dinner, some fruit baskets or some shit. That's weird, Dolan. I'd rather you give me a cardboard box to live in."
Ethan chuckled, but you kept a poker face on. What the hell were you doing there, honestly...? This was a joke. He was a joke.
"Wow, you're something." He looked up at you from holding a piece of pineapple, his knuckles looking far too nice there, and then a weird glint formed in his eyes - like he'd just seen something unimaginable in his mind. "Come here..."
"Why?"
"Stop asking questions for once."
Your entire body tingled yet again, and it was like something else was moving you now, pushing you to him, because what was the point in trying to pretend like you didn't want this dick - and his dick.
But hey, he was just offering some nice fruit.
And so your legs went forward and forward and forward - until you were standing near him again. This was different, though; you weren't at the pizza place. You were alone, most likely. Normally a frat house would be pretty wild, but you could actually hear Ethan breathing from where he stood and that meant you'd have no interruptions.
He made sure of it.
His exposed torso, even the way those sweatpants and beanie fit him; was truly causing your panties to soak up entirely. Your hands itched to lean in, press them against his skin, scrape your nails up, down, and over his back and his broad chest...
You held your breath when Ethan leaned in to tuck a strand of your hair back, gently pressing his lips to your ear. You almost would've came right then and there due to his mouth being so close to you, along with hearing the way his voice spoke. And with his hands being on your cheek and on the string of your halter top certainly wasn't helping. "Do you mind getting on the counter?"
With that, he backed away a little. His face, his mouth, was only centimeters away from your own. Goddammit, he was good at this. Whatever this was. "Okay..."
Ethan smirked. "Let me help you up."
Before you could possibly protest, he was holding onto your waist. One hand was resting there nicely, while his other arm went around you, and he easily lifted you up onto the kitchen island, next to the plate of fruit. You tried to keep your heart rate at a minimum, especially when he pushed at your knees with his hips so that you could spread them and let him stand in between them.
Your mini skirt was rising from your thighs, and you couldn't really do anything to pull them down. But then again, with the way Ethan was looking at your legs... well, it made you seem pretty okay with it.
Since it sometimes scared you - being lifted up - your hands had automatically gone to his shoulders to hold yourself up, and his skin was pure perfection. You kept them there, but then a hand slid down to his chest and you pulled away like he was about to burn you.
He took his beanie off, and his short hair was a little messy at the front, so he pulled it back a little to fix it so that it could rest on one side.
Your nerves were rising, and the anticipation was killing you. Ethan licked those sweet-looking lips of his, before going over for a slice of pineapple. He knew it would get messy, and he didn't care as he held it between you two.
You didn't question things.
Not yet, anyway.
He took a bite of it, and then another, and there was no way in hell that you were going to be able to shut your legs from how much he was turning on by this one action. You didn't know how someone could look so attractive doing this little, simple thing. You must've been staring a bit too long, because his brows lifted and he pushed the fruit in your general direction.
"You want a piece?"
Without uttering a single word, you took the other half of the pineapple slice and brought it into your mouth. You kept your eyes on him as you ate the sweet fruit, licking your fingers afterwards. However, it was so fruity and juicy that it had dribbled down to your legs, and Ethan followed the drops with his eyes as they slid down your inner thighs.
His hands were resting on either side of you, almost testing you because you just wanted to grip his wrists and put them everywhere on you. You were never so into a pair of hands before, but for some reason Ethan's were turning into an ultimate weakness... they were slender and veiny and just the right length to reach something deep inside of you. And that's what you wanted, truthfully.
"Anyone ever eaten your pussy before?"
You almost choked on your own saliva. You definitely weren't expecting those words to come from him just like that, but then again; who were you speaking to again? "E-excuse me?"
"You heard me right, baby," he said, breaking apart one pineapple ring and placing it into his mouth. Lord, even him chewing was glamorous. It was mainly in that fucking jawline of his. "Has a guy... ever had the pleasure... of eating... your pretty pussy?"
Oh, shit, well you heard damn right. You squirmed and your throat felt dry despite the fruit you'd just eaten. Your legs went to close, but all you did was keep him locked in between them more. "Ethan..."
"What? My words getting to you? I'm just curious..."
You were truly unable to respond. "No," you said, because somehow that first one was much easier to answer. "I mean– no one has."
He did that hot eyebrow raise, along with pressing his tongue against his cheek. "Why don't we try something?" You were about to ask what, when he pressed his thumb against your lips. His fingers were still wet from the fruit, so he left that behind, and you licked your lips when he pulled away. You didn't relocate your eyes, and Ethan looked back down at your thighs that were also still wet.
He made sure to keep his stare on you, in case he didn't have your consent, and brought his hands up to your bare thighs. They looked a whole lot bigger resting there, covering you up almost entirely, and his soft skin sent shivers over every part that belonged to you. You were throbbing, especially when he brought his head down to gently rub your skin on the outside.
Your mouth opened up when he surprised you by sticking his tongue out, showing off a shiny bold piercing, and licking off the bit that had dripped from the pineapple before giving you a small kiss there. Your chest was rising and falling, and your insides were on fire.
Ethan chuckled, tickling you a bit, and you realized he had seen up your skirt. You briefly remembered wearing white panties, so him turning you on was more obvious than anything.
Pulling away, he grabbed yet another pineapple piece, now bringing it up to feed it to you. "Don't eat it yet, just keep it in between your lips," he softly demanded.
Nodding, you parted your lips so that Ethan could insert a small piece of pineapple for you to bite and hold there. You looked so fragile, and if you would do anything he'd say, then it'd definitely drive him over the edge.
Smirking at you obeying him, he leaned in slowly with his eyes on your mouth, and then he parted his own lips to bite onto the other half of that pineapple piece. His lips were brushing against yours as he bit it and took half of it into his mouth to eat, causing you to blush and eat your own piece, your lips tingling from feeling his soft mouth so, so close - too close. Yet it hadn't been enough.
"Never thought you'd be the one to obey," he teased, and for once you didn't have some snarky remark to blow off on him. He was just doing so much in so little time, that you were unable to catch up. "So pineapple doesn't belong on pizza, huh?"
"No," you managed to say in a tiny voice.
"Then where would you say it belongs?" You didn't have an answer to that, and he chuckled at your silence that lasted a few seconds. "Would you let me show you where else I like it... see if you agree?" You swallowed a lump in your throat at the way he was speaking. It was so sexy to you. You were seriously forgetting every single thing your brain had ever memorized and learned.
"Sure, whatever..."
In a matter of moments, Ethan was slowly helping you get out of your mini skirt. He was being careful about it too, making sure that you were absolutely okay with this, and then your panties were coming off along with it as well. You were self-conscious for a bit since he was such a gorgeous man, but when Ethan cursed under his breath, it made you feel a little better, knowing your own effect. Especially when your eyes glanced down and you could actually see his cock hardening in those sweatpants, a tent forming and enlarging at the very center.
The breeze was hitting you almost directly, but you were throbbing so much more now, wanting him to touch your core, eat you out, finger you, fuck you so hard - until you were tired of cumming.
You were taking your halter top off next to help, along with your strapless bra, and Ethan actually had to stop for a minute when he saw your naked form.
"Holy fuck..."
You stared at him as a small smile formed. Guess you weren't the only one getting so hot and bothered - it helped that you didn't have to do a single thing.
You sat up, and before you knew it, Ethan was shoving another pineapple ring towards you. Gladly, you took it and bit into it, letting the juices fall down your chin, and onto your breasts. Ethan was practically glaring at your obvious actions now, and you wanted him to look at you like that as he fucked you good and hard right in their stupid frat boy kitchen.
Clenching that heavenly jaw of his, he reached for some more fruit. You almost squealed when you felt the liquid being thrown onto you. You slightly lifted your body up and watched as Ethan was holding the sweet, wet fruit above your belly button to let it drip, before bringing it down to your pelvis and letting it all get on there, too.
Finally, he squeezed it hard in his hand so that most of the juices could fall and slip down towards your most sensitive, aching area.
"What..."
You cut yourself off when he leaned in to suck the drops from your belly button, before giving a kiss to your tummy, and going down to be face-to-face with your brightening core, your legs slightly hugging his shoulders.
Shaking his head, Ethan went in to kiss your inner thighs, lifting one of your legs up so that he was sure you could watch him nibble on a special spot that had you grinding a little because you wanted him and his mouth so badly.
Slowly, he put your leg back down and wrapped an arm fully around your thigh and lifted your hips up from the counter. He hungrily looked at your pussy before reaching once again for the plate of fruit.
He was willing to finish it all on you.
You practically purred when he went fully in with those plump lips, holding the fruit above him to clutch and squeeze much harder to get everything out. He was catching the juices of it with his mouth, moaning at the taste of it blending in with your own delicious arousal. The juices glided even more down your already-wet folds, making you shiver a little, and then you felt the tiny ball from his tongue piercing as he started to suck and slurp like he was dying of thirst.
Your moans filled his ears, and they just wouldn't stop as he ate you out with that tongue of his. They encouraged him as well as he started moving his head up and down, and up and down, almost as if you were to be riding his face.
You had nothing to hold onto, so throwing your head back, you placed your tiny hands on both your tits and squeezed them, gently twisting the nipples with even more moans falling past your throat. Ethan couldn't help but watch you, moaning to himself when his dick was practically begging for a release. He felt the tip of his cock brushing against the soft fabric of his pants, and he tried so hard to keep himself together.
Going up to your clit, he took it in between his teeth, being as gentle as he could be. He put his tongue back on your pussy and pulled it back only enough for his piercing to touch you, and he was grinding it up and down and around your swollen, drenched cunt. That small piece of metal did more things to you than you would've ever predicted, making you hiss, curl your toes and whimper out.
You were grinding your hips, and Ethan let you do that as he froze his actions with his hands going to move to grip his cock so that his fist could jerk him off in the meantime. You swiveled your hips against the marble of the tiny metal, groping and kneading your tits as you felt your orgasm coming the faster you moved along his tongue and mouth.
Those beautiful hands of his were going to do something next; and that something was finger fuck you. Still moving his other hand up and down his dick to keep himself hard, he brought his free hand up to rub at your pussy along with the very tip of his tongue. His slender fingers eased themselves inside of you, all three thick digits, and it was pure amazement to you as he kept them in your tight hole, velvety walls practically shutting the deeper he went in. You almost cried out when you felt his knuckles - and even then he pushed in some more, almost like he wanted to insert an entire fist.
Whining, you let him know to move them, and so he did. He moved those heavenly fingers of his fast, the tips of each digit hitting that sweet spot, which made you finally come undone on the kitchen island.
After watching that, Ethan couldn't take it anymore.
You were still going through your climax, when he took his thick cock out and pressed the head against your clit, brushing it down to your pussy folds, and even against your ass hole. Your body was still in small spasms, yet your legs opened wider and slightly lifted up by the knees as he teased you by slipping the head inside your entrance, pulling out, and then going back in with just the tip. The sounds were nothing but wetness and precum, and you were biting down onto your lip as he finally pushed in all the way to surprise you with his length. He spit out some saliva so that it could land on your pubic bone, and with that, it helped his thumb graze your clit as he started moving.
"Shit," he said, his jaw going slack as he tried his best not to come within a minute upon feeling your warmth wrapping wholly around his dick that was about ready to blow from simply eating you out. He didn't even need to be touched, but now, since he was able to thrust in and out of you, without having to use his fist or anything else, he definitely had to hold back.
Placing your legs up on his shoulders, he angled his hips upwards and began to  slam in and out of you at a nice rhythmic pace. You were both able to enjoy it, but then Ethan just wanted more and more and more. Going at an average pace wasn't enough, so he had to go much faster. When he started to grunt, he had to bite down hard on his own lip to be able to hear you two, and your hot moans.
At some point in him fucking you, you heard the door click open, but due to all the pleasure you were receiving, you didn't find the will to care about who was coming in or out of the house. All you were thinking about was Ethan, his sweaty body, your sweaty body, and his dick feeling so fucking good inside your pussy.
"Ethan! I told you, not in the fucking–"
Gaping at the sound of Grayson's voice, you almost turned around to look at him, only to have Ethan grasp your face in his hands so that you could only focus on him.
You let out a huge gasp when he pulled all the way out, paused and slammed hard into you. Seeing the reaction it made, he kept repeating it, his body somehow getting closer to yours every time he did so. He was grunting again as he fucked you roughly, his beautiful jawline clenching as you tried so hard to keep your eyes on his. It was impossible to, truly, given the situation.
"Ethan..."
"You like that, baby?" he asked, somehow going an inch deeper with his next thrust, causing your back to arch so that your nipples could scrape against his own chest. He loved being able to feel every part of your exposed skin, and he loved your beautifully round tits in perfect view for him.
"Yes..." you moaned, hearing quick footsteps going down the stairs, along with the slamming of a door shutting, your eyes rolling back as you tried holding onto Ethan's biceps since you felt like you were falling without stopping, your nails digging into him.
"Yeah, you like it rough? You like me fucking your tight pussy this rough?"
"Yes, God yes." He was doing so good at the whole dirty talk, because your orgasm was just beginning once more.
Groaning, Ethan held onto your hips as tightly as he could, smacking his own harsher against you. The veins in his arms were popping out now since he was trying to do his best in hitting your special spot, but even then it just didn't seem like enough.
"H... ard–" You barely managed to say.
"What, want it harder?"
"Mhm... please!"
"I'm gonna give it to you."
You let out a scream when Ethan managed to snap his hips a certain way, hitting you much harder than he was beforehand. You were sure to get marks all across your body, you were sure to lose your voice, and you were definitely sure to cum more than once in the same minute.
Gritting your teeth, you tried to focus mainly on the immense amount of pleasure he was giving you. It was easy to, but there was also so much more to focus on. His own moans, his own heavy breathing, the way his hair was sticking up, the way his lips were still hovering over yours but not quite kissing you.
He never did kiss you.
And you didn't realize it until he did - when you left the frat house.
But right here, right now, Ethan was pressing his lips together, and proceeded to pick you up, turn you both around, and place you on the counter where the blender and the cabinets were, not pulling out at all as he went to place his face against your neck to moan and breathe against your sweaty skin.
This part of the counter was next to the fridge, so you put your hand up on it and chanted at him as he rubbed quick circles over your clit, hitting your pussy deep and firmly with his dick.
"Please tell me you're coming," he muttered, and just like that, you lost it and came all over his cock with the sweetest moan, your hands on his wrists as if to stop him.
And then Ethan was stopping his movements, his stomach clenching as he came inside you with a low moan directed right in your ear.
When you both breathed for a second and let your highs go on, you helped pull him out of you, and you were throbbing now from how rough he was on you.
You caught some of his cum with your fingers, and licked them up like it was nothing.
The sweet taste of pineapple was still there.