“At this stage in our career, we’re learning to embrace and enjoy every single moment and this win here at NHK Trophy is extremely personal and it will be memorable for us for a long time.” - Tessa Virtue // NHK 2017
Independence Day is dedicated to patriotism, but celebrated with beer and explosives. So it might not be a shock that every Fourth of July, America sees a massive spike in fireworks injuries — especially among children and young men.
And every year, the Consumer Product Safety Commission engages in a noble, quixotic quest to persuade Americans to set off explosives more responsibly. CPSC does that by blowing up mannequins on the National Mall.
The demonstration emphasizes that fireworks are dangerous. Seriously dangerous. Blast-your-hand-off dangerous. Bottle-rocket-in-the-eye dangerous. Where’d-that-mannequin’s-head-go dangerous.
The point, of course, is not that fireworks should be forbidden. The CPSC is striving to suggest that if you’re using fireworks, you should try to be smart and safe — and not emulate the dummies on the Mall.
DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.
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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.
“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.
How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.
Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.
“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.
“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.
The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.
“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.
A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”
He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying.
Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.
“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”
“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.
“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”
You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”
Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.
“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.
“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.
Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.
“So, how you feeling?” he asked.
“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”
Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.
You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment.
But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.
“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.
You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.
“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”
You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily.
“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”
You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.
“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.
“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.
“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”
And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.
“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.
“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.
You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.
“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.
“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.
“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.
It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.
“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.
“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.
You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.
“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.
Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.
“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.
“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.
You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-
“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.
You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”
Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.
“Who’s next?” someone called.
“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.
A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”
You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.
You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.
Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.
“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.
“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”
Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words.
“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.
“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”
He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.
“Yes,” you said.
And that was all it took.
The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.
Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.
“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.
He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.
“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.
You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”
Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.
Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.
“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.
He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration.
“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.
“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.
You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.
Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.
But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.
- The next morning -
You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you.
“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.
You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.
You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.
“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.
You lifted your head to look at him.
“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.
You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”
“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.
“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.
“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.
“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”
“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.
Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.
“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”
Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”
“Really,” you smiled nervously.
“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”
You raised an eyebrow in question.
“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.
“Nights like last night,” you repeated.
Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.
“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”
Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”
You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”