⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains mature themes and sexual content that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. 🔞
...Just kidding. 😆 I hope you all enjoy it, guys!
I'm definitely not the best at writing these kinds of scenes, but I really put a lot of effort into this one. Ethan and Fiona's first time together had to be special, so here it is—I hope you enjoy it.
And don't worry, another chapter is coming soon.
Thanks for your patience and for sticking with the story!
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Ethan found an open fast-food restaurant, bought some takeout, and drove to the Gallagher house.
The moment he knocked on the door, he heard hurried footsteps on the other side.
—Hey!
Fiona opened the door, and the instant she saw him, she threw herself into his arms, greeting him with a passionate kiss as she cupped his face with both hands. Ethan barely managed to keep hold of the bags before they slipped from his grasp.
—Was there any trouble? —he asked, not pulling away completely.
Ethan glanced over her shoulder toward the living room, where several small heads were still gathered on the couch in front of the television as though nothing had happened.
—The kids don't remember much,—he replied.—She's okay.
Fiona let out a relieved sigh. Then her gaze dropped to everything Ethan was carrying, and curiosity briefly replaced the worry on her face.
—What's with all the bags?
—This is what I promised Debbie.
Ethan lifted the gift slightly, weighing it in his hand.
—And this time, the present isn't for you. So you can't turn it down, right?
Fiona looked at him with a mixture of resignation and affection. She remembered how she'd scolded him the last time he bought a washing machine for the house. Her pride simply wouldn't let her accept expensive gifts for herself.
—Of course not. Thank you.
She hugged him again, this time more gently, though the kiss she gave him was no less passionate. Then she stepped aside to let him in.
With everyone watching, Ethan walked into the middle of the small living room and sat down at the wooden table.
—Hey, guys. Debbie, this one's for you.
He patted the bag in his hand and smiled.
—Just like I promised, here's your present.
The moment Debbie saw the bag, she covered her mouth with both hands in shock.
—No way!
Fiona smiled from the couch, watching Ethan with a mixture of warmth and amusement.
—Oh yes,—Ethan said.
Then he opened the largest bag as though revealing the grand prize.
—Ta-da! Look... who's this little friend?
—Ah!
Debbie squealed in excitement, unable to contain herself.
The instant she saw the enormous stuffed animal in Ethan's hands, she let out another delighted shriek.
She stomped her feet excitedly on the floor and asked,
—Is that really for me?
—It sure is.
Ethan handed her the plush toy.
—Go on. Say hello to your new friend.
Unexpectedly, Debbie didn't take the stuffed animal right away. Instead, she ran over and threw her arms around Ethan.
—Thank you. I love it.
Seeing how happy she was made everyone on the couch behind them smile.
Ian ruffled Carl's hair, earning an envious look from his younger brother.
—From now on, I'm calling you Ginger.
Hugging the stuffed animal tightly, Debbie skipped happily upstairs.
Now that she had a new friend in her arms, nothing else in the world mattered.
Ethan turned toward Carl and patted the smaller bag beside him.
—Carl, you did a great job today too,—he said, looking at him.—So you deserve a present as well.
He reached into another bag, pulled out a second package, and offered it with a smile.
—This one's for you.
—No way.
Carl bit down hard on his fist in disbelief.
Ethan pulled out a Rawlings baseball glove. Carl's eyes lit up as Ethan tossed it to him.
—Yep.
Carl caught the glove and asked excitedly,
—Do you have a baseball too?
—Of course.
Ethan pulled out a brand-new baseball and tossed it into his hand.
—But you have to promise me one thing.
Carl nodded so enthusiastically it looked like he'd agree to absolutely anything.
He tossed the baseball high into the air before catching it again.
—If Fiona tells me you broke something with that baseball,—Ethan said, fixing him with a serious look,—I'll take away not just the ball, but the glove too. Deal?
Ethan had known for a long time that Carl had destructive tendencies. An incident not long ago had made that abundantly clear.
The kid had used a lighter to melt half of a Superman figure and half of a Batman figure together into a single toy. As disturbing as it had been, it was also strangely creative.
He couldn't give Carl a gift that would end up causing Fiona more headaches.
Without needing to see it happen, Ethan suspected it wouldn't even take twenty-four hours before several streetlights in the neighborhood were in serious danger.
—Okay.
Carl hesitated for a moment before bumping fists with Ethan.
Once the baseball was in his hand, he immediately began tossing it up to himself with obvious delight.
—Ian, this one's yours.
Ethan pulled out a small box and tossed it to the third Gallagher brother.
—I get one too?
Ian eagerly opened it. Inside was a pair of stylish Ray-Ban sunglasses with black frames and dark lenses, simple yet classic.
—Of course. Everyone gets one. It wouldn't be fair if only the little ones did, would it?—Ethan said as he pulled out the last gift.—Where's Lip?
—Thanks.
Even though it was already nighttime, Ian immediately put the sunglasses on with a grin.
—He went on a date with Karen.
—Karen?
Ethan blinked in surprise.
—Yeah, the girl from the Jackson family's house,—Ian said, taking the sunglasses off again as if he couldn't stop admiring them.—Blonde, about my height.
—Right... I remember now. She's a good kid.
Collecting himself, Ethan calmly handed Ian the item he was holding.
—Then could you give this to Lip for me?
Inside was an inexpensive wristwatch that Lip would surely get some use out of.
After emptying the remaining bags, including a G.I. Joe action figure for Liam, Ethan turned around, dropped onto the couch, and stretched out his arms.
Fiona curled up beside him, lifting her legs onto the sofa until she was comfortably resting against his chest.
Her face was lit by a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
Deep down, she couldn't have been happier. Watching Ethan buy presents for her younger siblings felt as though he were giving something to her as well.
—Oh, right. I got something special for you too.
While Ian and Carl played with their new gifts, Ethan leaned closer and whispered into Fiona's ear.
Under Fiona's curious gaze, he slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled something out.
The corner of a condom box peeked out discreetly.
—Idiot.
Fiona smacked him on the arm, immediately got to her feet, and hurried upstairs.
Ethan understood exactly what that meant, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
A few seconds later, he walked into the kitchen, grabbed two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and ran upstairs two steps at a time.
When he reached the narrow hallway on the second floor, he heard Debbie talking to her stuffed animal in the room at the end of the hall. Without waiting, he continued toward Fiona's bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar, so he gently pushed it open a little farther.
The light inside was on. The room was tiny, containing little more than a bed, a table, and a narrow wardrobe.
Everything was quiet.
No one was in sight.
—Fiona?
Ethan called out, confused. He pushed the door fully open and stepped inside.
—Hey.
Ethan felt a weight come crashing down on him when Fiona jumped out from behind the door, wrapping her arms and legs around him.
Ethan closed the door behind him and, with a firm movement, held her in his arms in front of him.
He set the beer bottles on the table, and within seconds they were both on the bed, kissing each other urgently. Fiona's hands moved across Ethan's body, pulling off his shirt and leaving him bare-chested.
Fiona didn't take her eyes off Ethan as her hands slowly traced down his torso. Her fingers brushed against the rough texture of the leather belt, feeling the heat emanating from the waistband of his pants.
Her hands found the belt buckle. The metallic click as she unbuckled it broke the silence, immediately followed by the sound of the belt slipping out of the loops.
The pants slid down Ethan's legs, piling up on the floor, but she didn't stop there; her hands also hooked the elastic waistband of his boxers, pulling them down in a single motion, until both garments fell in a messy heap at his feet.
Fiona slowly knelt down, maintaining eye contact, her face level with his cock. She reached out a hand and wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling the weight and the pulse that traveled directly into her hand.
With a curve of a smile on her lips, Fiona tilted her head forward. She didn't take it in her mouth right away; first, she brought her mouth closer and extended her tongue, keeping it flat and wet to give a long, slow lick from the base to the tip.
The salty, masculine taste exploded in her mouth. As her tongue traced the main vein, she raised her eyes to Ethan, giving him a fiery look—a mixture of lust and defiance.
Ethan watched as her saliva glistened on the skin of his cock, and the mere sight of her tongue at work sent a jolt of pleasure straight down his spine.
Fiona opened her mouth and, without warning, lunged forward, engulfing the head of his cock with her lips. The wet heat of her mouth was an electric shock to Ethan.
She closed her lips around the glans, creating an instant suction that made Ethan's knees tremble slightly. Fiona began moving her head, bobbing up and down, taking in more of his length with each stroke.
Her tongue never rested, swirling and pressing, while her lips slid up and down the shaft.
Ethan closed his eyes, unable to focus amid the onslaught of sensations. His head fell back, exposing his neck, as a guttural moan escaped his throat.
Fiona's mouth was a wet, expert furnace. But it wasn't just her mouth; her small hands were busy, too. One hand remained at the base, squeezing rhythmically, while the other, free, massaged his testicles, caressing the sensitive skin and pulling gently downward. The combination of the strong suction and the manual massage was devastating.
—Mmm,— she moaned, the vibration of her voice traveling through Ethan's member and amplifying the pleasure.
She drew in a breath through her nose and forced herself down further, deep-throating him until the glans hit the back of her mouth, triggering a slight gag reflex that only seemed to stimulate her more.
Her hands moved in sync with her head, squeezing the shaft as she sucked hard, as if trying to suck the very soul out of his body through his cock.
Ethan felt control slipping away. His hands instinctively sought out Fiona's head, tangling in her hair, to push her all the way down her throat.
—Fiona…— he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and raspy.
She responded by intensifying her suction, moving her head faster, using her hand to stroke the part of his cock she couldn't fit in her mouth with firm strokes.
Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, lubricating the movement of his hand and creating a delicious, sloshing sound. The smell of sex and sweat became overwhelming.
The orgasm hit Ethan like a speeding train. His fingers clenched in Fiona's hair, his body tensed like a bow, and a burst of heat shot through his groin.
—Ah, shit!— he shouted, as his cock throbbed violently inside her mouth. The first spurt of semen was powerful, shooting against Fiona's palate.
She didn't pull away; on the contrary, she kept sucking, swallowing the hot, thick cum as he continued to ejaculate.
Fiona kept sucking and moving her hand, helping him empty himself completely, until Ethan's spasms subsided and he was left gasping, his chest rising and falling heavily.
However, when she finally released his member with a wet popping sound, Ethan's cock didn't go soft. Miraculously—or driven by the adrenaline and rawness of the moment—it remained erect, firm, and ready, glistening with a mixture of saliva and semen.
Ethan opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, looking down at Fiona as she wiped a drop from the corner of her lips with her thumb. There was no pause for recovery, nor any tenderness in that moment.
With a sudden movement, Ethan crouched down, grabbed Fiona by the arms, and lifted her off the floor with a force that took her by surprise.
Fiona didn't waste a second. She climbed onto the bed, moving her knees with feline grace to place one thigh on either side of his waist, trapping him between her strong, toned legs. From that position of power, she looked down, a crooked, mischievous smile curving her lips.
His cock was already erect, throbbing against his stomach, glistening with pre-cum in the dim light of the bedside lamp. She showed no mercy; she grabbed his member with a firm hand, feeling its heat and thickness in her palm, and aligned it with her entrance, which was already wet, ready to devour him.
She lowered her hips in a swift, merciless motion, swallowing his cock all the way to the hilt in a single thrust. They both growled, a guttural, animalistic sound escaping their throats as their pelvises collided. She paused for a moment, adjusting to his size, feeling her inner walls stretch as he filled her completely.
Then, the motion began. It wasn't a gentle or loving rhythm; it was a fierce ride, a controlled violence meant to dominate. Fiona lifted her hips almost far enough to pull him out completely and then let herself fall, slamming her pubis against his with a wet, lewd sound that echoed through the room—the chop-chop of flesh meeting flesh.
The mattress groaned under the assault, the springs whining in protest with every downward thrust. She leaned forward, resting her hands on her chest to use it as a fulcrum, her nails scratching the sensitive skin around her nipples.
Sweat began to form between his eyebrows, falling in hot drops onto his stomach. His breathing was heavy, blowing hot air against his neck, but his voice remained completely in control—low and laced with venom.
—Do you like this?— Fiona whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe, sending electric shivers down his spine. —Do you like my pussy?—
The stimulation was overwhelming—the heat, the pressure, the constant friction of her muscular walls squeezing his cock with every downward stroke. She clenched her inner muscles, massaging him from the inside, robbing him of his breath and his ability to think coherently.
Pleasure built up at the base of his spine, an unbearable pressure demanding release.
Fiona picked up the pace, her hips moving like a piston, pounding him with brute force. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and she took the opportunity to gently bite his neck, leaving red, wet marks that vanished almost instantly under the friction.
The smell of sex was unmistakable—a scent that was both acrid and sweet—filling the room and clouding his senses.
—Give it to me… harder, you son of a bitch,— she growled through clenched teeth, without stopping her wild ride.
Without warning, Ethan grabbed her waist tightly. His fingers dug into the soft yet firm flesh of her hips, leaving white marks that would soon turn red. She felt his dominant grip, and a shiver ran down her spine as she anticipated what was to come.
With a sudden, decisive movement, he spun her around, maneuvering her body as if she were a rag doll until she lost her balance and fell onto the mattress, left in a vulnerable and exposed position.
She instinctively adjusted her position, her hands searching for the mattress, clinging to the fabric as she lowered her back, arching it to offer her buttocks to the air. Her ass, round and soft, jutted out toward Ethan.
Ethan knelt behind her, dominating the space. The sight of her like that—submissive and ready to receive him—made his cock harden to the point of pain, throbbing with every beat of his heart.
Ethan simply positioned himself, aligning his hips with her buttocks. He ran a hand over her butt, feeling the texture of her skin, and then gave it a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed by a muffled cry from her—not one of pain, but of pure masochistic pleasure.
With one hand, he grabbed his throbbing member and guided it toward the entrance to her pussy. The head of his cock brushed against her hot, wet lips, sliding through the natural lubrication she was already secreting.
He placed the tip of his cock right in the center of her opening and, without mercy, thrust his hips forward with a sharp, deep stroke.
She screamed as she felt him slam inside her, tearing at her entrance and filling her completely all the way to the hilt. The sensation of being stretched, of being filled to every centimeter, made her see stars for a moment. Ethan didn't pause to let her catch her breath; as soon as he was inside her, he began to move.
The rhythm he set was fierce. There was no gentleness in the first thrusts, only raw, primal force. Ethan pulled his cock back almost to the edge and thrust it back in violently, slamming his pelvis against her buttocks with a dull, wet sound—plap, plap, plap—that became the soundtrack of their bodies.
Each thrust made her breasts sway wildly, brushing against the sheets and bouncing with the force of their sex.
She couldn't support herself on her arms for long. The force of Ethan's thrusts pushed her forward, causing her elbows to give way. She lowered her head toward the mattress, pressing her face into the pillow to stifle her screams, while lifting her ass even higher, offering it up for punishment. Her back arched into a perfect curve, exposing her gaping pussy as it relentlessly swallowed and spat out Ethan's cock.
—More! Give it all to me, you bastard!— she screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow but clear enough for him to hear.
Ethan grabbed her hair, clenching his hand into a fist and pulling her head back, forcing her to lift her face. The movement arched her back even further and tensed her entire body.
The position allowed Ethan to penetrate even deeper, reaching the neck of her womb with every thrust. She felt as if she were being split in two, as if her body weren't built to withstand such size and such force, but the pain mingled with an electric pleasure that coursed through her thighs and pooled in her belly.
Sweat ran down Ethan's back, dripping onto her, mixing with her own sweat. The smell of sex grew stronger, more pungent. Ethan looked down, watching his cock disappear again and again into her hungry hole, watching her lips stretch and cling to his flesh, glistening with the juices flowing uncontrollably.
She was no longer forming complete sentences. She was only uttering guttural sounds, loud moans, and groans that betrayed how close she was. Her fingers tore at the sheets, ripping the fabric in her desperation to cling to something as a storm of pleasure shook her body.
Ethan felt the walls of her pussy contract, squeezing his cock in a virginal embrace, trying to push him out and hold him in at the same time.
The sound of their bodies colliding was now deafening, a steady, accelerating rhythm that heralded the imminent climax. Ethan felt his testicles tighten, ready to release their load.
—Oh, God——
—Oh, my God!— she exclaimed, her voice breaking and rising in an involuntary cry of pure ecstasy.
Her body tensed like a bow, her thighs trembled violently, and a strangled scream escaped her throat as the orgasm swept over her, causing her to lose control of her limbs.
—Ah!— he cried out, his cock throbbing violently inside her.
He ejaculated forcefully, shooting thick, hot streams of semen deep inside her. Fiona felt the heat spread, the spasm of his cock, and the contractions of his testicles against her crotch.
His climax triggered her own; she clenched her teeth one last time before letting go of his shoulder, arching her back, and letting out a long, guttural moan.
Her thighs trembled violently, and her pussy contracted rhythmically around him, squeezing out every last drop of his essence, draining him completely as sweat ran down their backs, mingling in the wet, exhausting chaos of the sheets.
—Damn! That was incredible,— she said, her voice breaking.
Her chest rose and fell slowly as she tried to control her own breathing. But before either of them could catch their breath, a voice and the knock on the door interrupted them.
Bang, bang, bang.
—Fiona!—
There was rapid knocking on the door, followed by the turn of the locked doorknob. Veronica's voice was truly piercing.
Her best friend, however, didn't have the energy to respond. Fiona barely managed to cover her face, still caught between exhaustion and embarrassment.
—What are you doing? Come out quickly—I have some great news to tell you.—
—Wait a minute—I'll be right there.—
—Veronica.—
Ethan exclaimed with a smile:
—Fiona's a little busy right now.—
—Okaaay… just don't take too long—it's important.—
Veronica got the hint right away and knocked on the door again.
—Keep doing what you were doing!—
She burst out laughing and ran down the stairs.
Fiona, feeling both annoyed and embarrassed, buried her head in the sheets.
Shortly afterward, music began playing again downstairs, accompanied by cheers that erupted from time to time, as if a party were going on downstairs.
Following the cheerful rhythm of the music, they both let themselves go.
—Was it worth the wait?— Fiona asked, hugging him and resting her face against his chest.
Ethan turned to lie down beside her, and his fingers traced patterns on her back. Her pale skin was glistening with sweat.
—Absolutely.—
The last few times they'd wanted to have sex, they'd always been interrupted by that idiot Frank, and it wasn't until today that they'd been able to enjoy themselves without
Fiona's throat was dry. With some difficulty, she picked up the beer bottle from the floor, but there wasn't a single drop left inside.
—Shit.
Fiona rolled onto her back, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to steady her breathing. A few damp strands of dark hair clung to her flushed cheeks. After a second, she turned her head to look at Ethan, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
—So... —she murmured, still catching her breath— want to go another round?
Ethan let out a tired laugh, turning his head toward her.
—Damn... where the hell do you get all that energy?
Fiona grinned proudly, reaching over to lazily trace circles across his chest with the tip of her finger.
—I like to stay in shape.
She leaned over just enough to steal another quick kiss.
—You're trying to kill me.
—Is it working?
—You're getting pretty damn close.
Fiona giggled, clearly pleased with herself, before stretching like a satisfied cat across the bed.
—No, no, no.
She raised both hands in surrender, laughing.
—I'm kidding. If we keep going, we'll never make it downstairs again.
After resting for another minute, Fiona finally pushed herself off the bed, wincing slightly before straightening up.
—Come on.
She pointed at Ethan with a teasing smile.
—Get dressed. Veronica's going to break the door down if we keep her waiting any longer.