一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

thirteen ☆ - shoulder

HUGE TW;; this chapter contains mentions of lowkey sexual assault! it is not very described but it is apart of the backstory of mc!

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"when i was 19, a friend of mine and i started dating. he was always stubborn and pushy, but i never thought it'd transfer into our dating life. at first it was just kissing me in public, which i'm not a huge fan of, but then it got worse and worse.."

you paused with a shaky breathe. it was harder than you imagined to open up to people.

ethan dropped what he was doing to be there for you. he went over to you as sat beside you. you leaned your head gently against his shoulder.

"he would. uhm." you tried to start talking but you just couldn't. "he would... he would make me feel bad when i didn't want to do anything with him. and i was so tired of this endless cycle of being shunned 'cause i didn't want to have sex that i just. cracked. and i had sex with him. and then from there he assumed everytime he wanted to do something i would want to, too."

and then you broke. you started to sob into his shoulder. first just a couple tears, and then full on sobbing and crying, soaking the fabric of his shirt.

"it's okay. it's okay." ethan rubbed your back in small circles, trying to calm you down. you were crying so hard you could barely speak.

you did, however, manage to croak out, "can we... go to your room, please?"

ethan nodded and picked you up bridal style. he took you two up the stairs and into his room. he then sat you down on the bed, and he sat down beside you.

you two sat there for a while, you crying into his chest, him comforting you with an arm around your shoulder.

he leaned in. "is this okay?" you nodded.

and then he kissed you. he kissed your wet cheeks first and then your lips. and he kissed you and kissed you, over and over again.

for five minutes you two sat there, kissing, wrapped up in eachother. he pulled you onto his lap. you sat facing him, your legs on either side of his lap.

he started pulling up your shirt. you grabbed his hands. "hey," you mumbled. "don't."

he nodded. "sorry. i thought you were-"

"no. no. stop talking. you're just making it worse." you half smiled at him. "just kiss me, dickhead," you whispered sarcastically.

he nodded and put his hands on your waist. "i love you." he said.

"i love you too."

"y'know, you're pretty cute whenever you get mad at me." he said, grinning.

"i was just j-"

"okay, well then you're cute when you're fake mad."

he kissed you again.

you two didn't say anything for another two hours, at least. it wasn't sexual; it was just love.