一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

eight ☆ - hickey

tw; this chapter mentions rape. it is not done, it is just mentioned.

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when you woke up that next morning, you noticed the fact that this was not your normal hotel room. in fact, you were in ethan nestor's bed, his arms wrapped around your body, with chest rising against your back.

fuck. did you have sex with him?

you looked around. you were still clothed, i'll be it without any pants on, and he wore a pair of sweats but no shirt. there was no sign of distress on the bedsheets. there were no condoms on the bed, or the table- that was good.

with all your shuffling around to look at stuff, ethan woke up and mumbled, "what? what is it, (y/n)?" in a deeper voice than usual. god, was it hot.

"nothing. just please don't tell me i had sex with you, please don't-" he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, stretching.

"no. no we did not. just too much to drink," which made you notice the multiple empty bottles of single serve alcohol on the table and floor. "oh. fuck." you whispered.

"i can't believe i have a crush on a girl who'd rather drink flavoured vodka out of a plastic cup than a colourful cocktail in a fancy glass," he smiled and stood up in bed.

you tried to come up with a response, but all you could think of was "crush". crush crush crush crush crush crush-

"you have a crush on me?" you whispered, thinking he wouldn't hear it.

"i mean, yeah? why wouldn't i? you're pretty cool," he chuckled and stretched. "whew. i suddenly feel self conscious about my body."

you looked him up and down and then leaned in and kissed his chest. "you're beautiful, now shush." he blushed and nodded. "yes ma'am!"

you finally took a moment to look down at your shirt. it was different than the one you had worn when you went there that afternoon; it was white and blacked striped with a middle stripe a fading rainbow. you smiled. "eef, is this your shirt?"

"hell yeah it was! i put it on you before we went to bed. you were much more drunk then i was." he nodded.

you groaned. "i hate being drunk. i can never remember anything..."

"that's okay. here, i'll tell you." he brushed his hair out of his face. "after you started getting drunk, you were all, like, touchy-feely on me. you kept saying you wanted to 'kiss me lower' but i knew you had said before you didn't want to have sex yet so i didn't let you. plus you were drunk so that's rape i'm pretty sure?" he shrugged. "anyways, we just kinda made out for a while. you gave me a hickey." he pointed to his collar bone. there was a purplish blue bruise there.

"i gave you a HICKEY?" you couldn't believe it. "ethan, why did you let me- i've never-"

he shrugged. "no one will see it. plus, it's kinda hot."

you leaned closer to him and dug your face into his chest. "god, you idiot, you shouldn't have let me..."

he smiled and rubbed your back, kissing the top of your head. "i know. i know."