一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

thirty one ☆ - gossip

"so. tell me about him."

(bsf/n) has started talking just as soon as ethan was out of sight and you had stopped waving to him like crazy. "who, ethan?" you asked, leaning back in the seat.

"no, the random guy you met while walking down the street," you could almost hear them rolling their eyes at you. "of course i mean ethan! tell me about him. what's he like?"

"he's.."

"well?"

"he's wonderful," you finally said. you needed a minute to gather your thoughts. "absolutely amazing. the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, but if he needs to be, he's rough, too."

"like when? in the sheets?" you almost spit out your water, covering your mouth to keep the poor water in. then, once you were good again, you gave (bsf/n) a hard but playful shove in the ribs.

"no! i mean like if someone's picking on ya. then he'll be mean back to 'em." you looked over at them, raising an eyebrow. "why do you immediately think about sex..."

"because i think you guys fucked?" they shrugged. "i don't know, (y/n), but y'all were alone for a week and like a half in his own house. and you're new lovers. maybe, just maybe?"

should you tell them? was it inappropriate to tell them? would ethan care? a million unanswered questions rushed through your body, feeling like they were going from your head down to your toes and then back up again.

"i- uhm- well- we-" you spit out after silence for a few seconds. you truly didn't know what to say.

you sent a quick text to ethan, hoping he would respond quick.

                                                            they're asking
                                                           if we fucked lol

nestor 💞💞 !!: tell them
then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ no harm
in doing so

"we did... fuck... uhm... once?" you swallowed your nerves.

they started chuckling. and then laughing quietly. finally, they were laughing their ass off, somehow still managing to stay focused on the road. "oh, (y/n). you think i couldn't tell?"

"w-well, you asked?" you stuttered, nervously tapping your thigh with your finger.

"yeah, just to annoy you and make you nervous," they looked proud of their self, almost beaming off light.

"(bsf/n)..." you fumed. "i am going to get back at you for that. asshole."

"don't call me an asshole. i'm your ride home. i could just as easily drop you off on the side of the highway if i wanted to."

"this is my car!" you protested. it was true enough.

finally, they were the silent one. "okay. you got me there, i suppose. i guess you could drop me off on the side of the road and take yourself home."

"yeah! exactly! don't bug me!" you giggled, nudging them in the side again.

"yes ma'am."

"that's sir, to you."