dolan twins sumts ✌︎︎

electric 𓆉

FROM TUMBLR

SUMMARY: AFTER BEING PUSHED AWAY A COUNTLESS AMOUNT OF TIMES BY YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND,YOU LEAVE HIM . YOU ATTEMPT TO AVOID ETHAN AT ALL COSTS AND YOU SUCCEED....THAT IS UNTILL HE FINDS YOU SWIMMING BY YOURSELF IN A LAKE .....COMPLETELY NAKED .

WORD COUNT : 5K

You gazed out across the water. It was a lively night, and it had taken you all of fifteen minutes to get here. Already your hair clung to your neck, damp with sweat.
Stepping forward you dipped your foot into the water, a smile breaking across your face at how perfect the temperature was. Slowly you waded in, the cool water enveloping your naked flesh, your clothes left discarded somewhere on the sand.
You swam at a leisurely pace, breathstroke style, your arms sweeping forward, propelling you through the water as you let your thoughts consume you. It had only been days ago that you and Ethan broke out into a dispute, him neglecting you was mainly the reason.
"Fuck you, Grant."
Ethan tilted his head at you, "Watch your mouth, sweetheart."
You bit back a sarcastic remark, gathering up as many clothes as you could and shoving them roughly into your bag, "Whatever," You huffed defeatedly.
Ethan took another step forward, gently wrapping his hand around your petite wrist. You jerked away, "Come find me when you decide to be a good boyfriend,"
Biting his lip, Ethan watched carefully as you shuffled past him, slamming the door behind you, barley letting him get a word out, "You don't mean that."
The sound of a twig snapping echoed through the quiet air and you stilled in the water, your wide eyes scanning your surroundings. You were swimming beneath in the lake at around 2am. Nobody ever came here to swim and at this hour, only the occasional car would pass by. That was precisely why you had chosen this place and it was why you had taken the risk of swimming nude.
Thinking perhaps you were just being paranoid, you swam back towards the bank and stepped out of the water, bending down to grab your clothes, only to realize that they were gone.
You straightened up abruptly, one hand coming to cover your breasts and the other covering your nether regions. Your jaw clenched in anger, the slightest bit of fear at the idea of leaving naked.
You swallowed thickly and clenched your jaw. "Who's there?" You demanded, although you didn't expect an answer and weren't surprised whenever you didn't get one.
In a huff of annoyance you prepared to walk out of eyesight from the person, whomever it may be and then go home, reminding yourself to never do this again, which was sad considering it was one of the places you came to whenever you just wanted to relax and be alone with your thoughts.
Turning, you were about to begin walking when you heard another sound, and when you glanced to your left you spotted your shirt and jeans hanging off a limb on a nearby tree that was next to the woods.
Uncaring that whoever stole your clothes could see you naked, You scurried over to the tree and reached up to grab your clothes. Just as soon as your hand grasped your t-shirt, a familiar voice spoke behind you, sounding far too close for comfort.
"I'm all for going for an occasional midnight swim, but I never knew you to be this.. bold," Ethan said, his voice sounding pleasantly surprised.
You whipped around to face him, a gasp escaping your lips as you tried in vain to cover yourself with the thin material of your shirt. "What the hell, E?!" You spat, anger, disbelief and embarrassment making your voice tremble.
Ethan chucked harshly, moving closer to you, his eyes burning into you with an intensity that stole your breath. You had seen Ethan look at you with that sweet, charming smile of his, you had seen him angry, and you had even seen him look at you with an expression of what you could only describe as longing, but this..
You shook your head, a furious blush coloring your cheeks. He was looking at you with an almost animalistic need. His eyes seemed to be devouring you.
"I need to go," You mumbled, your voice coming out as a whisper as you found yourself unable to look away from his eyes.
"That's not really what you want, is it?" He asked, continuing to move forward and in response you would retreat a few steps until you felt the rough bark of the tree against the wet skin of your back.
"This is me, being a good boyfriend.. that is what you want right?
You didn't answer. As he had drawn closer you had finally been able to look away from his eyes, but now found yourself staring at his sinfully full lips. He was so close now that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek as he spoke.
"Do you want me to leave?" He asked again, having bent forward until his mouth was only inches from your own. Heat emanated from his body and a strange feeling went through you. Your breathing was uneven, coming in quiet, short gasps.
Before you knew what you were doing, You had separated the space between you two, doing the one thing you had wanted to ever since you left. Before now, the main obstacle that had stopped you had been yourself, but tonight you had been unable to think or even want to push him away after he had looked at you with that unbridled lust in his eyes.
Your lips met in a clash of passion, Ethan not hesitating even a second before reaching up and threading his fingers through the damp tresses of your hair, angling your head to the side as he claimed your mouth.
"E.. what are we doing?" You asked, breaking the kiss for a moment, your voice and thoughts filled with a mixture of passion and confusion. Was this your way of forgiving him, forgiving him for pushing you away?
"Well, once we get rid of this–" he murmured, stopping to pull your shirt from your hands and toss it to the ground, with you not even attempting to resist at this point.
"I'm going to fuck you in that lake.. and maybe even against this tree right here." Ethan narrowed his eyes at you, a sultry smile poking at his lips,
"Make up sex is tradition."
And it wasn't a question. You could feel his hard cock pressing against you as he pulled you flush against him. You knew that even with how he had worded it that he would allow you to walk away now if that was what you wanted.. but it wasn't.
You knew it, and he did as well. You found yourself grinning up at him; feeling like an immense weight had been lifted as you made up your mind to lower your defenses.
One night of wild, toe curling, mind blowing sex. Then you could go back to your usual banter. At least that was what you told yourself, even though deep down you knew that this was going to change things forever.
"Then why am I the only one naked?" You finally replied, reaching down to pull his shirt up. Once it was off, you ran your petite hands over the smooth muscles of his abdomen, your eyes glancing up at him a second before you ventured lower, and you began working on unbuttoning his pants.
Ethan helped you remove them, along with his boxers and before long you were both naked, Ethan wasting no time in grabbing your hand and leading you into the awaiting waters.
He shuffled in slowly, his hand making groping gestures for yours to which you answered to. He held you tightly, yet gently, pulling you into the cool sparkling lake along with him.
Once you both reached a decent level of water, Ethan turned his body towards you, tongue poking out from between his lips as if he was hungry for something.
Hungry for you.
So you reached out. Your fingers grazed lightly over his collarbones, dipping into the hollow, where the water gathered. Even here, thin over his skin, it glittered. Only, where it was green, it was now a gentle shade of blue. Fathomless, yet sweet. Unnerving, yet comforting.
And perhaps it was the warm, healing magic of the place, the way your limbs loosened, the feeling of uncompromising good settling deep in your belly, but you couldn't help but to say, aloud, "Fuck me."
"I was hoping you'd ask," he replied smoothly. And you thought he meant to stop you, but when your gaze shifted up from his chest, he was nearly shaking, mouth open, tongue dragging lightly over his teeth.
"Y/N" he said, again, and then your mouth was on his. It wasn't often that you broke your own promises, especially ones that you made to yourself.
You thought on the phrase a one-time thing, and thought that here in this place, here where the weight of the world – or the weight of your life, of all your hopes, all your desires and dreams – pulled at your shoulders and dug into the skin of your back, you could afford to take something that you wanted. If only for a moment.
Or two, or three, or more.
As many as you could steal, because his lips tasted like something halfway between strawberries and candy.
You breathed in, and smelled the sharp tinge of earth, turned over fresh beneath your feet. You lingered, and he lingered too, but it wasn't deep. Your tongue touched only lightly to his teeth before you retreated. Ethan reciprocated, but pressed no further. He reached up, grasping gently at your elbow, and entreated you into the circle of his arms with a gentle tug.
"What do you want, baby?"
You could feel the words against your lips, his mouth still brushing against yours .
"I..." You paused. Your mind went blank. What did you want?
Ethan broke the silence, "Anything.." His hand slid down to your shoulder, and his jaw clenched as his head tilted, as if he meant to kiss you. But he remained still otherwise, almost unnaturally still. Waiting.
"Anything you want," He added. You thought with the shift of your hips beneath the water, with the wriggle of your toes down into the sand. You thought with your hand around his wrist, with the way you pulled his hand down, down over your breast and to your stomach.
"You."
And you sounded desperate, even to your own ears. You wondered idly what he heard, what he saw.
Ethan had possibly the worst poker face you'd ever seen. But you couldn't seem make yourself look above his lips. And so you leaned your forehead against the arch of his jaw, and whispered, "I want you."
You could feel the hesitation leave him, feel it in the press of his chest against yours, in the way his lips slid from your forehead down to your mouth, in the way his tongue dipped long and deep against yours.
You drew your fingers up and into his hair, and this isn't how you remembered. It seemed thick at first crush, tangling around your fingers as you'd bit at his lips hardly a day before. Now, soaked with the water that, it reminded you of feathers. Light, like silk, but still strong, sure beneath your grip, tickling at your knuckles when you tugged.
Ethan groaned into your mouth, stepped into you, and the skin of his chest, was smooth against your nipples. You kissed him, and he kissed you in return, strokes long and deep, breathing in when he breathed out.
The longer you explored the ridges of his mouth, the curl of his fingers against your hip, the way that his hair spiked up and out the longer you pulled at it – the longer you were lost. Or, perhaps, the longer you were found.
So you leaned back when his nimble fingers slipped tentatively towards your inner thigh, and you pushed your hips up, ever so subtly, when they pressed gently at your clit.
Your hand was currently on his back, the other dragging over his chest. You could feel his erection, pressing insistently against your stomach. His fingers were dancing desire at the underside of your tits. Your eyelids were heavy, you were practically rutting against him, and here he was completely frozen at the touch.
"Turn around."
He pulled away, gently groping for your hips and spinning you flush against him and a rock. Your hands instinctively fell flat against the stone as Ethan slipped his fingers down between your legs once more.
He circled oh so slowly, just barely feeding the flame. He bracketed around you, settling more steadily on his feet in the shifting sands. You wanted to protest, to turn around, to gain the advantage. But when he moved in even closer, and you could hear the faint whimper hanging at the end of his breaths.
"Please," You cried, encouraging him to move faster with a sharp prod at his wrist. Ethan complied, and you flushed as he did. His breathing quickened beside yours, and he followed the bow of your body, shifting as you commanded.
You could feel his cock against your lower back, and his fingers were slow and steady over your clit. He dipped into your pussy before dragging back up to pull you apart, to bring your release here in a lake, where you had no doubt that you could come beneath his fingers again and again.
But it was not enough. Your orgasm built, it was quiet, it was frustrated. Your legs quivered, and you suddenly felt empty. So, you reached around, took his cock into your hand, and his own hand faltered.
"Y/N," he sighed, voice so low you could barely make out the words that he said, he swelled beneath the palm of your hand. The noise he made when you dragged your thumb over his tip was something like a whimper, a sound of desperate yearning.
"Put my fucking dick inside of you already," He rutted slowly behind you, noise after noise falling through his lips with every breath. "Before I do."
Before you could read the slight hitch in his breath, you had already felt the drag of him inside of you. You urged him to slip between your folds. You released him and braced both hands against the stone before you.
You half expected him to act quickly, to fuck you both to completion, to sink inside of you and get on with it. But he lingered, shuffled closer, until his mouth hovered at your ear, until the chill of the water is replaced by the warm flush of his skin against yours.
He tilted back and forth, and your toes curled, but he moved no faster, his hand sinking down to rub slowly, entreatingly at your clit.
"I fucking love this tight pussy,"
And God, his voice, echoing into the silent woods surrounding you, muffled by the trickle of the water as the upland creek flowed down into this marsh, this grotto, whatever the hell it was, made you melt completely. "And I fucking love you."
You could feel the sweat on your shoulders, on his neck, the harder he pressed. "So much." He shuffled even closer, thrusting a little harder, sliding lightly over your pussy with each pass.
You bit at your lips, swallowed down the petulant noise you wanted make, and listened. You soon realized that this was Ethan's way of apologizing, wasn't it?
Electric makeup sex, and you weren't complaining.
He paused, pulled back his hips and resumed the motions of his fingers, until you were panting under his touch, nails scratching against wet rock, feet digging into sand like silk, body half-enveloped by water all at once.
"So. Fucking. Much." he repeated, sounding a bit desperate, desirous.
He shut his mouth then, closed his lips over your neck as you came, softly, long and quiet.
You trembled again and again, feeling the electric tingle from the roots of your hair all the way down to the tips of your toes, and Ethan reached around to clutch at your waist, standing steady against you so that you didn't fall.
Your fingers were still twitching when he pressed gently at your back, encouraging you to bend forward, only a tad, before he pushed inside with short, slow, measured thrusts, the water swishing with each sway of his hips.
"Mine," he growled. Then, almost as an afterthought, lips against the back of your neck, "All mine."
There was something about the way that he said it that made you want to come again, that made you want to cry out, all at once. So you pressed back against him, reached around and buried your fingers in his hair.
Ethan hummed, "Tell me, babe," he bowed forward until his hand was beside yours on the smooth, chilly rock, fingers flexing and relaxing, again and again as he pounded you into oblivion, back and forth, back and forth.
"What do you want?"
You opened your mouth to tell him to just shut the fuck up already, but he loomed over you, and angled his hips until you were gasping, pressing just that bit deeper, just that bit longer.
"Faster," you whimpered, through your teeth. "Harder."
He complied, wordlessly, but just barely, dragging it out like he was making love to you, or like he wanted to. Ethan reached around with his hand, pushing his rough palm against your stomach, pulling you flush against him until your head fell onto his shoulder, until you were looking up at stars like flickering candlelight, washing the sky in shades of colors you couldn't begin to name.
Meteors, or what looked like it, painted the sky, flitting back and forth like birds without a wonder, without a care. A stray breeze nudged at the water around you, and as your release built down in your lower abdomen, down in your toes, the smell of Ethan intoxicated you completely.
You clutched harder at his neck, pressed against his hips, and you hardly took another breath before you came, sighing heavy and loud, pulsing several times before Ethan followed, harsh words and profanities being whispered against the swell of your cheeks.
"Shit.." He collapsed, his arm barely holding up his body weight along with your own and you shifted beneath him, feeling his dick somehow harden inside of you once more.
You moaned softly, "E.." His hold around you tightened, and suddenly you were being lifted up and out of the water. Having no energy, you kept your shocked cry to yourself and only braced your hands around either side of his broad shoulders and wrapped yourself around his muscular waist.
You kissed, and then his lips left yours and began trailing down the column of your throat, his large hands skimming your sides and coming to grip the curve of your hips. He waded slowly out of the water, you felt the cool air stick to your wet skin and it made you shiver, even in Ethan's warm hold. You nuzzled your cheek up against his, your lashes coming down to rest on your cheeks gracefully as you pushed your wet hair to the side.
Abruptly, Ethan pushed you against the tree you had been in front of before and began to nip at your collarbones softly. You returned the favor by kissing on his neck and shoulder, leaving marks of your own as you did so as his hands slipped behind you to cup your bare ass under them.
The feeling of his skin there was wonderful in your mind and you couldn't wait to feel his hands all over your body. Soft murmurings of admiration escaped Ethan's lips and despite your anger before at him, it dissolved immediately once you heard his words.
Meanwhile, one of his hands found its way between your legs and began to rub your pussy while his other hand began to play with a hard tit. One of your hands found its way down his torso to his hardened cock and began to stroke it much to his liking.
And for Ethan, it had been one thing to feel his hardened cock against you as you slept and cuddled, but another entirely to feel it in your hands. He was excited, none the less as you stroked him and gained little grunts from him for your efforts. Your tongues met one another again as you touched one another in pleasing ways, your moans and grunts filling the other's mouths.
Both filling your desires for one another grew stronger the longer you went on and when Ethan felt him removing his hand from your wet pussy, you groaned in disappointment. Not that you had long to feel that way as with a squeal, you found yourself being picked up and your legs quickly wrapped around him as he carried you away from the tree and to the ground nearby.
Making his way to his knees as you kissed, he gently put you down on the ground and focused his efforts on your mouth as you kept your hands around his neck. Even thrusting upwards against him as he grinded against your covered core.
His lips found their way back to your neck much to your liking, but they weren't content to stay there for long as he kissed his way to your chest and breasts. Earning small moans from you almost immediately.
His mouth latched on to a tit, causing your back to arch in pleasure as he began to bite, suck, and lick on your hardened nipple as your other was played with by his hand. Moments later saw him switching to the other tit for a few minutes until he started to kiss his way down your body, causing thrills of pleasure to race through you as he did so.
He got in between your bent knees like he was much more patient than his touch and eyes implied. Belied. That was the right word, right?
Thoughts of which words to use, which ones mattered and which did not, evaporated when his chin pressed against your pubic bone, and down he went.
He'd already started twisting the tip of his tongue around your clit. He was moaning loudly, muffled by your body, and became even louder still when you began to move.
He was patient in a way that you were not, that no one had ever been with you, before. His tongue moved in an enchantingly slow, gentle pattern, which made you want, very badly, to simultaneously kick back and enjoy every good thing crawling its way up your thighs and also scream desperate pleas for him to do–something.
You weren't sure what. You arched your back and reached down and his hands were in your hands, holding your hands, his thumbs moving in soft circles in your palms.
"You're heaven." He suddenly murmured, reaching shamelessly to cup a tit in his hand. That alone looked almost too much for him. He bit his lip, sharply. "Let me taste your pussy again, Y/N."
Involuntarily, you moaned, moving forth as his hands and voice beckoned.
"Do you like this?" he asked, gripping your hands now.
You could not form the right words, or any words, to respond. With a subtle laugh that made your knees jump, Ethan put his tongue back to work against your smooth, warm skin. How was it possible that his tongue felt so much hotter?
It was the closest you'd ever came in your life to crying during sex, but that wasn't the right word, either. Maybe the term your half-addled brain was searching for was simply 'letting go'. It felt a bit like crying, only not, but there were definitely sobbing sounds, although sadness, sorrow, was an abstract concept that could not even currently reach you.
Ethan kissed your clit and his lips carefully moved over and around it and there was this savage shaking through your whole body. There he was again, beside you this time, bringing you back with hands planted firmly, supporting your neck and hip, and he was kissing you now, your lips.
You felt your thighs were still shaking, involuntarily, and you wanted to say something, to tell him something meaningful, but you noticed that your cheeks were wet.
Not even a moment later, a strangled cry tore itself from your throat as he filled you with one strong, swift thrust. His buff arms found your hips, hoisting you up effortlessly as he pinned you up against the tree once more.
You both stopped moving, enjoying the moment. Leaning down you kissed Ethan once more, soft moans escaping your lips as he began to thrust up into you. As his tempo increased, so did your pleasure.
You buried your head against his thick neck, attempting to muffle the sounds that you seemed unable to control, and fearing that the entire neighborhood would be able to hear you.
Your legs began to tremble where you had them securely wrapped around his waist, "Fuck—shit!"
Your nails dug into the skin of his back and your mouth descended, pressing firmly into his neck to quiet yourself as your orgasm ripped through you. You barely had time to come down from the euphoric feeling when Ethan began to lower you both onto the ground, positioning you so that your legs were hoisted over his shoulders as he thrust himself into you, seeming to go deeper each time.
"Ethan. Ethan!" Your cries were audible from even a mile away. Anyone could walk by and spot you two going at it on the bare ground, but you both seemed to not care one bit.
You had never felt so exposed in you life.. nor as turned on.
Your hands once more traveled across his chest, but this time you pushed against him and after a moment he relented, pulling away slightly. As he did, you pushed yourself from the grassy ground, keeping your hands on his chest as you coaxed him into lying down before positioning yourself on top of him.
You finally lowered onto him, feeling his length stretch you as you went.
As opposed to the hard, fast thrusts that you had been receiving only moments before, you rode Ethan slowly, eventually setting a comfortable pace. As the minutes ticked by, you rolled your hips against him faster and faster, feeling another orgasm approach.
This time, whenever you cried out, you heard him grunt as well, and you found your pleasure at the same time.
"You're so beautiful," Ethan murmured, and you saw another look in his eyes other than the lust. It was one you had become familiar with, but you hadn't seen it in a while.
He truly did love you.
Ethan's skilled hands traveled from your thighs, over the curve of your waist until he reached your breasts. Sliding his fingers over the coarse buds of your nipples, he sat up, effectively sheathing himself deep within you.
"Eth.." You whispered, your own hand coming to rest against his cheek, attempting to tell him with your eyes what you were too afraid to say out loud. Unexpectedly, he smiled at you. A genuinely happy smile. One that tugged at your still quickly beating heart.
"It can wait," he told you, seeming to understand. You shook your head, "It can't, actually.."
Ethan gave you a strange look when you pushed your hair away from your face, tilting his head, still saying nothing, unspoken questions in his eyes.
Without thinking, you touched his head, but he leaned into it, rather than dart away. "You hurt me. Sex doesn't change that."
And so he said nothing.
"You hurt me," you narrowed your eyes at him. "You neglected me, pushed me away when you needed me. Well, now I'm showing you that I'm always going to be there for you. This is real, me in front of you, me telling you that I want you, and you don't get to fucking decide that I don't."
His face was split between melancholy and impassivity. "I didn't push you away-"
"You'd cry yourself to sleep, I'd try and comfort you and you'd walk away. I'd ask what was wrong and you'd ignore me. I'd even try and hug you and you'd literally, push me away."
"I want to take care of you. You demand to be allowed to take care of me, so you know what? I demand to be allowed to take care of you." You spat.
Ethan scoffed, but it was bullshit, you could see it. You could see him pale at the very thought of being cared for by somebody. "What would you do?"
You shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, but I want to try to figure it out."
"I don't think you can help me," he said slowly.
You knew you'd regret it later, but you slapped him hard enough where even your own hand burned and tingled. Looking down at him, you felt like shit, it didn't seem to affect him at all, though. He just kept on staring at you.
"I..," You froze completely, and, obedient as ever, Ethan leaned into your embrace. "I'm sorry." You pressed your lips to his temple and let your arms crawl around him, made of stone. "I swear, no matter what you do, I'll never hit you again."
Ethan swallowed thickly, "I was never going to hit you back."
"I know," you whispered into his hair. "But I promise, I'm not going to hit you, even though I know you would keep letting me."
"I'm fine." It was the first time that had ever sounded sincere, coming from him. "I feel bad, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."
"I deserve it." Ethan murmured. You shook your head, "I have no right to put my hands on you like that.."
Ethan suddenly laughed, sharp and strangled, and started shaking his head rapidly. "I was a dick. If anything, you should've done that a long time ago."
There, just inside of the woods, you laid in his arms and a comfortable silence rested between you, your head nestled against his cheek, near the spot where you had slapped him earlier.
"I'm sorry for pushing you away. I don't know how to handle my emotions, so to ask someone else to do that? It was too much.." You pursed your lips and continued to lean into Ethan's chest, "It's okay. I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere."
Ethan pulled back to glare at you, "Good. Because I'm not letting you."
You both seemed to have a silent conversation as you stared into each others eyes. You finally broke away, tears threatening to blur your vision, when a hand cupped your face. It was soft and warm, reassuring almost, as if the owner of that hand sensed your sadness.
"Y/N," He whispered, his expression utterly serious. "I mean it."
You both knew it was coming. A shy look before he pulled your face closer and your lips met. Ethan practically yanked you into him and covered your mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As your lips crushed together, you felt like you were walking on air.
It was electric, the way his lips connected with yours. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than ever and you felt the electricity from the kiss travel from your lips down to the quickening beat of your heart,
"I won't push you away. Not anymore."