Late Finish (eth)
Summary: Sex isn’t always perfect. It’s not all fireworks and passion and climaxing together into a blissed high. Ethan has his way one too many times with Y/N, and she just wants to throw in the towel.
Warnings: Smut, Cursing
a/n: THIS IS SOME REAL SEX TEA SIS, raise your hand if youve ever had fumbly or awkward or boring sex lmao
“E, oh my god,” I moaned, hands intertwined right over my hip bones as I came hard over Ethan.
A deep groan rolled out from the back of Ethan’s throat as he watched me, his head tilting back and his abdomen clenching, making me think he was right behind me.
But as I slowed over him, my hip movements coming to a slow stop, Ethan dug his fingertips into my skin.
“Wait, lemme finish quick,” Ethan breathed out, eyes still scanning my body as his hands pulled my hips down onto him a few more times before lifting me off.
He pulled me down to the bed beside him before getting up, switching places with me and climbing between my legs.
“Do you want me to do it?” I asked him, reaching my hand out for him in suggestion.
Ethan just shook his head, hands on my ankles as he bent my legs at my sides. He licked his fingers and ran them between my legs before pushing his tip to my clit, running his hand up and down his length a couple times.
Ethan entered me again without another word, both hands crushing my thighs to my chest.
I whimpered at the fast pace and strength of his thrusts, not expecting it.
“Fuck,” Ethan hummed out after a minute or so of him slamming into me.
He was taking longer than expected to finish, and the sex just started to feel uncomfortable for me, my body worn and sore from the past half hour.
“Are you close?” I winced, grabbing onto Ethan’s wrists as his hands greedily palmed my chest.
“No,” Ethan grunted, his bottom lip pulled into his mouth as he skipped a beat in his thrusts, slowing down before picking up the pace.
“No?” I repeated in shock as his increased pace burned my core, making me want to squeeze my thighs shut and be done with it.
Ethan let one of my legs down, moving down onto his elbow above my head, a groan rumbling past his lips as his skin slapped against mine.
I winced again, my body finally giving up on Ethan’s actions on me.
“Ow, E,” I finally whimpered, pushing back on his shoulders to tell him to stop.
He immediately stopped his quick thrusts, pulling back and looking down at me, his eyebrows kneaded together.
“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly, hand splaying across my pelvis to hold himself steady, still pushed inside me.
“It hurts, you’re going too hard,” my eyebrows were muddled together in a frown, letting my other leg drop from my chest.
“You shoulda told me sooner,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me as his thumb met my clit.
“I’ll go slower,” he promised, gently withdrawing from me before rolling his hips back in.
Nope. Still sore.
I gave it another few seconds, hoping he would either finish or it would get better.
But he didn’t and it didn’t.
“No, Ethan, it hurts, it hurts,” I whimpered out to him, grabbing onto his hips in an attempt to stop him.
Ethan pulled out with a sigh, sitting back on his knees as he eyed me.
“Am I doing something? Why does it hurt?” He asked, licking his fingers and massaging them in between my legs again before bending down and replacing it with his tongue.
“Because you’re taking too long, I’m sore,” I half giggled, running my hand through Ethan’s hair as he tried to kiss the pain away.
“It’s not my fault,” he complained, nose nudging my clit before he pulled back to sit back on his knees again.
“It is,” I grinned, sitting up and inching my way towards Ethan.
“Shut up,” he smiled as he peeled the condom off of himself and tossed it to the side.
“Ew, Ethan, don’t do that,” I scolded him quietly as I looked over at the dirty condom lying on his duvet, Ethan’s hand on my jaw working to push my mouth towards his length.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” Ethan hummed, turning my head towards him and pushing his length to my lips.
“Are you gonna be quick?” I asked gently, looking up at him as my lips move against his head.
Ethan nodded as his thumb pressed into the hollow of my cheek, pushing his hips towards me to tell me to hurry up.
I finally took him into my mouth, his silky skin gliding against my tongue.
Ethan’s jaw went slack as I pursed my lips around him, his hand still holding onto my cheek.
My eyes fluttered back and forth from my lips sliding down Ethan’s length to his face, holding onto the base of him tightly.
Ethan let out a breathy groan after a few minutes, starting to buck his hips into my mouth, making my eyes water as I tried not to gag.
I pushed his hips back from me to tell him to stop, having to pull my mouth off of him to take a breath.
I tilted my head back to look up at my boyfriend as my hand moved up and down on his length, gently giving his head a squeeze.
“I’m so over this,” I laughed, shaking my head up at him gently as his length rested against my cheek.
“Babe,” Ethan groaned in disappointment of my unwillingness to finish him off.
I kept moving my hand on his length absentmindedly, laughing gently at his bad mood.
“It’s been like an hour, I’m tired,” I grumbled, running the tip of his length across my lips.
“Just lemme finish quick,” he whined, thumb running over my jaw as his other hand held the base of his length, trying to push it back towards my mouth.
“You said that 20 minutes ago, I’m going to shower,” I hummed, kissing the tip of his length one last time before cluttering off the bed.
“Here,” I said, grabbing the lotion that was on his bedside table and tossing it towards him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ethan asks, unamused, his hand pushing through his hair.
I smirked as I eyed him up and down, standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
“Not even close,”