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ETHAN DOLAN X READER

AUTUMN

Includes: Fluff, kisses, hints of smut at the end

Request: Hey can I get a imagine? I don’t really care what you do in it but can you do a kiss thanks. I love your page. And can the imagine be a Ethan one thanks. Like a Halloween/ autumn one thanks

photo creds @ princessofthemoon

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It was early afternoon, and a cool autumn chill settled on your shoulders. The sun was golden as ever, the crunching of amber leaves beneath your feet satisfying, and the scent of fresh grass and fruit calming. Your boots hit the hard earth quickly, and you pulled your snug jacket a little tighter around yourself as a puff of cold air escaped your lips and dissolved into the air.

“Apple picking,” Ethan groaned, “out of everything we could have done…apple picking?!

You grabbed a basket and spun on your heel to pout at your boyfriend. He wore grey skinnies and a teal hoodie, his hair ruffled sideways from the wind, and his dark eyes glowing beneath the rays of sunshine.

“Don’t give me that look,” he said, scowling.“You know, the cute sad one that makes me want to dissolve.”

You broke the facade quickly, laughing out as Ethan turned his head away. You bounced up to grab his face and turn it towards your own, your thumbs caressing his jaw lightly and feeling over his faint traces of stubble. Ethan sighed and dropped his eyes to yours, the end of his nose pink from cold.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” you smiled.

Ethan’s eyes crinkled a little, and you swiftly leaned into his lips for a fleeting peck.

“Mm,” he smiled, “maybe if you keep kissing me it will be.”

You smirked and gave Ethan a light shove before continuing on to the groves. You made it to the nearest branches and dropped your basket down, plucking a ripe and rosy apple before gingerly tossing it into the basket. Ethan followed your lead, but was picking far faster than you could manage to keep up with. 

“Heyy,” you challenged, noticing Ethan’s soft snort of laughter when you couldn’t reach one of the higher apples, “stop making fun of me.”

You jumped up, your fingers brushing the apple but unable to grasp it.

“HAH!” Ethan let out a laugh and crumpled forward in laughter as he watched your multiple failed attempts at getting the fruit.

You jumped again, this time leaning into it and momentarily hitting your face on the branch.

This broke Ethan to the point of tears.

“Shut up,” you complained, kicking up a cloud of orange and brown leaves, and crossing your arms in frustration.

Ethan gasped through his laughter and swiped away a tear from his bronze skin, leaning back up to stare at you, and looking extremely happy with himself.

“You know, this is kind of fun,” he snorted.

You pursed your lips and threw out a weak punch, which Ethan caught easily in his fist, “Missed me,” he winked.

You threw out your other fist, which he also caught.

“Oh noo,” he said sarcastically, “What will you do now?”

You struggled against his grip, but Ethan grabbed your wrists in one swift movement, and brought you swinging straight into his chest.

You knocked your head gently to his front, able to feel his rippled chest even under his layers of clothing. You yelped out in protest, but he wrapped his strong arms beneath you and lifted you right up around his waist, your legs stretching around his belly. You strung your hands around his neck and pulled your head back, strands of your own hair tangled in your mouth. Ethan laughed softly and brushed your hairs affectionately back into place.

“Please don’t b-” you began.

“Shush,” he smiled warmly, his full lips curving upwards “I’m helping you get the stupid apple.”

“What?” you said, surprised.

“I’ve got you, it’s fine, just trust me,” he guided you to the branch and gave you a little boost so that you could pull down the fruit. 

You yanked the crisp ruby apple off the branch, smiling to Ethan, “my hero.”

He plopped you carefully down to the ground and snatched up the apple. “Anything for you,” he cheesed and took a bite out of the fruit. His eyes widened slowly as he chewed, “oh my god is that good.”

You outstretched your hand for the apple and took a bite out yourself, the sweet flavor filling you with joy, “Woo-ooah.”

Ethan’s stole back the apple before you could respond, and finished off the rest. Then, for the next forty minutes you continued your work, never managing to catch up to E’s pace.

“I’d say we did good,” you announced proudly afterwards, tossing in the last apple.

“I’d say I did good,” Ethan challenged with a raise of his brow.

You sighed and clenched your teeth together, “do you want a prize or something?” you asked sarcastically.

“No, noo,” Ethan waved dismissively. “Just that you get the basket.”

He said it slyly, but you shrugged passively, unable to figure his motive out, “Um, okay?”

You skipped over to the basket, leaning low to grasp the handle, your back bent into picking up it’s weight. You groaned lightly, “I don’t get why yo-”

You turned just in time to see Ethan tilt his head back up, a smirk plastered to his face, his eyes not guilty at all.

“Et-wha-were you,” you began, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“I was indeed, checking out your ass,” he smiled proudly.

You gulped and gave him an angry glare, but he only licked his lips and opened his mouth.

“Don’t say it,” you cut him off.

He bit his lower lip playfully, whispering barely audibly, “and I really liked it.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him with the basket, “Ethan Dolan, you are an absolute idiot.”

You tried to run away, but the basket was too heavy so you gave up and walked with him to the basket drop off. Ethan helped you near the end, a smile still on his face all the while. As congratulations, the workers had set out free mugs of warm apple cider on some old barrels, and you scooped one up gratefully and took a swig of the delicious drink. Ethan extended his hand for the mug, which you reluctantly passed over. He took a few gulps, and as revenge, you hit the bottom of the glass while he drank, causing the cider to spill down his front.

“You. Did. Not. Just. Do. That.” he spluttered.

You went to smile, but seeing his face darken as he set the glass down, felt your laughter vanish.

“Please don’t,” you begged, taking a step back as Ethan took a step forward.

“You are going to regret that, (Y/N),” Ethan said.

And with that you sprinted off, Ethan close behind. You laughed into the harsh wind, sprinting with all your might, feeling Ethan’s hand come swiping at your back. Your boot caught a patch of slippery leaves, and you went tumbling forward, yelping out and shielding your face as you rolled to your back. A dark shadow closed over, and you looked up into Ethan’s hazel eyes as he loomed over you. He grinned maliciously, leaning down as if he was going to pin you to the ground, but breaking into a smile and offering his hand instead. You took it gratefully, pulling back up, bright leaves strewn in your locks.

“Really?” you said in shock, “That’s it?”

Ethan smiled, “Aw, sweetie…no.” 

And in one swift movement he grabbed you by your waist and forced your back against the trunk of the apple tree you’d fallen beneath, his chest to yours, locks of his hair falling over his forehead as he looked you over hungrily. He smelt of strong spices and fresh grass, and the scent alone was enough for you to drown in. His right hand came to your cheek, his thumb grazing your lower lip as he dropped his gaze to your mouth. You gave a small pant, not getting the chance at a gulp for air before his lips crashed against yours. You weaved your arms around his neck, your hands sliding into his dark hair, submitting to him easily and losing any control of yourself as the taste of his lips consumed you. Ethan molded his lips into yours, tilting his head and releasing a groan against your lips before returning with more force. He pressed his lips harder against yours until you had no chance but to open your mouth for air, at which point his tongue slipped between your open lips. You returned the gesture, Ethan pressing himself harder into you, your back aching from the pressure of the tree prodding your back. Your tongues fought for dominance, every wonderful sensation springing to life and demanding more as the heat of the kiss sparked the primal instincts within you. You struggled to breathe, but refused to let go first, fighting the need for air and instead taking the opportunity to suck lightly on Ethan’s tongue. He groaned in pleasure, and you could feel him grow increasingly more aroused, his skinnies unable to conceal the pressure of his bulge against your body. He gave in with a growl, detaching his mouth from yours as he sucked in oxygen, his lips raw and bright. Your chests rose and fell together, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.

“Looks like I won,” you teased, your arms falling back to your sides, your heart still thumping.

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes darker than usual. “Mmm,” he said, scanning you over, looking flustered as ever, “Is that really a game you want to play with me?”

You gulped and gazed up at his lust filled orbs, “There’s no game left to win anymore,” you tested, knowing how much Ethan hated to lose.

Ethan’s eyes flickered around at the distant people who stood in the grove, his lips coming down to your earlobe and causing you to shiver, your eyelids closing as his cool breath tickled you.

“Believe me baby, as soon as these lingering eyes are off of us, you are going to wish you never said that.”