dolan twins imagines

videogames; e.d

⇾ [your pov]

you were sitting on ethan's lap, his cock nestled perfectly inside your tight, warm cunt. essentially he was cockwarming you while he played videogames—just the way he liked it.

flicking his thumbs furiously at the controller he held in his hand, he yelled into his headset, "bro, fucking quit! you're gonna get me killed!"

you had dozed off while sitting there, waiting patiently for him to finish the round and fuck you like he promised he would. however, this was also the third time he had said that—in a row. while
you waited, your eyelids grew heavy and had fallen closed. that was until ethan yelled just now.

ethan glanced down at you, your soft hair tickling his neck due to your head resting on his shoulder, "sorry, baby." he mumbled realizing he had accidently woken you. he planted a loving kiss on your head and looked back to his computer screen to narrowly avoiding gunfire with his character.

"ugh, shit." he groaned as something flashed on the screen. you assumed someone had just killed him in the game.

even though he was only frustrated with losing, the noise he made registered differently with you, sending shockwaves to your core. you clenched around him reflexively and remembered why you were sitting on top of him in the first place.

he felt it, grunting and averting his attention to you quickly, pulling his mouth piece away so the people he was playing with online couldn't hear him. he had almost forgotten he was inside you; his cock had gone partially flaccid a few rounds prior.

now though, with the short moment of movement, your pussy squeezing over him, blood rushed up his shaft again, "i-i'm almost done, baby." and with that, his mouth piece was back in place and he was shouting at his friends again.

you took notice to how he reacted, though. the grunt, his body tensing under you, and how you could feel him getting hard. it all turned you on more, so you did it again. this time he slipped out a soft moan, doing his best to cover it up by clearing his throat.

he shot you a quick glare, embarassment displaying
on his features knowing that his friends could have noticed. they would have made fun of him for the rest of the night, and that was not something he wanted to put up with.

you enjoyed teasing him too much, and the hammering in his chest gave away that he enjoyed it too, clear as day. but, you wanted to avoid embarrassing him any further, so you tried a different approach.

you tugged on his shirt to draw his attention back to you, and when he finally tore his eyes away from the computer, you stared up at him.

ethan had always told you nothing made him want to cave more than your goddamned puppy eyes. the warm ambery brown of your sparkling irises could have made him kill a man if you asked. they were a blessing and a curse. beautiful to look into and one of his favorite things about you, but on the downside, he was absolutely fucked if you used them to try and get your way.

"eth, pretty please? i need you." you begged, never breaking your eyes away from his.

oh how his cock throbbed at your little plea. his expression looked strained, but he wouldn't crack, waving a hand at you dismissively and looking back to the game.

you wanted so badly just to put your hands on his shoulders and start bouncing on him—make him regret ever denying you.

not able to help yourself, you shifted your hips. anything just to feel some sort of relief down there. ethan's breath caught in his throat feeling you move again. was it too much to ask just to sit there and let him play his damn game while being wrapped in the comfort of your warmth?