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[young7711]

Meeting Your Brothers [Vampire!Grayson Dolan]

A/N: Not my gif. This request was in my inbox for way too long. To the person who request it. I’m sorry for not getting to it sooner.

You lick your thumb and index finger so you can turn the page in your book.

You glance up to see your boyfriend still pacing back and forth.

“Grayson, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Grayson turns toward you. “Don’t worry about it? Y/n, I am meeting your brothers for the first time.” He runs his hands through his already disheveled hair. “They could possibly, literally, rip my heart out.”

You snap your book shut. “I know for a fact that they wouldn't dare.”

Grayson looks at you bewildered. “How do you know? No offense, but everyone knows how Stefan and Damon Salvatore can be.”

Your brothers had a reputation. They have both been killers at some point in their life. But then again what vampire isn’t. They have also been known to be extremely protective over their baby sister/bother.

“Honey, trust me.” You shrug your shoulders and start walking toward the front door. “At least my best friend Klaus Mikaelson isn’t coming. He might literally rip your heart out.”

Grayson’s eyes widen. “Wait. You are best friends with the Klaus Mikaelson. The original?”

Your hand rests on the doorknob, but you don’t open the door. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, no,” Grayson says quickly, “Just surprised is all.”

You smile sweetly at him. “Good.”

You finally open the door to see your bothers, Stefan and Damon, standing there. You knew they had been standing there for a good part of yours and Grayson’s conversation.

Grayson, on the other hand, looks shocked that he didn’t notice that they were there. After a short pause, he finally clears his throat and stretched his hand out. “Uh, hi. I’m Grayson Dolan.”

Damon looks at his outstretched hand for a moment before grabbing it and squeezing hard. “Grayson. If you knew my sibling, you would know that they’re not an innocent little vampire compared to us.”

Stefan takes his hand next. “And we also know that you’ve killed people too.”

You step between them and open up your arms. “Brothers!”

They both give you a welcoming hug.

“You’ve been gone from Mystic Falls for far too long, sister.” Damon says, taking a step back to look over you - trying to make sure you look happy.

You pout. “I know. How’s Elena?”

The brothers share a look with one another.

Damon changes the subject. “So you’ve got a boyfriend that does YouTube?” Damon looks over at Grayson. “Have you even used compulsion on one of your followers?”

Grayson bites his lip. He decides to tell the truth. “Yes.”

Damon plops down on your couch and leans back to get comfortable. “Oh really?”

This was how rapid fire questions start coming from both Damon and Stefan. You could have stopped them, but you were honestly curious as to what Grayson was going to say to them.

After five hours of interrogating, drinking blood, and catching up with your siblings, they finally had to go back to Mystic Falls. You were sad that they could not stay longer, but you promised to visit soon.

Not long after the boys leave, Grayson falls face first onto your bed. “I’m glad that’s over.” He turns over to face you. “Do you think they liked me?”

You smiled over at him. “They would have snapped your neck and taken you away if they didn’t.”

[tequilagray]

this is ur daily reminder that ethan dolan is still a hot ass bitch

[dolanspacemendes]

Imagine FaceTiming him on tour.

[spiffydolan]

Let’s Make a Bet (Grayson Dolan)

Summary: You and Grayson are great friends, and you would never see him as anything more. After much pleading on his end, you finally make a single bet with Grayson that could change the whole dynamic of your relationship with him.

Word Count: 900+ words (issa short one. sorry about it)

“Look at them,” you pointed to a happy couple as they exited the coffee house. “Am I ever gonna find a boyfriend again? I’m going to die an old maid.”

“You’re not going to die an old maid y/n. Don’t be so dramatic,” he replied with sarcasm.

“Seriously, Grayson.”

“Hey now. Worst comes to worst, I’ll be your boyfriend,” Grayson said.

You couldn’t help but laugh at what had to be a joke. Not that Grayson wouldn’t be a good boyfriend… but he was Grayson - your best friend for years. Calling him your boyfriend would just be entirely too weird.

“What’s so funny? I’m serious.”

“C’mon! You’re Grayson,” you lightly punched his arm.

He looked at you with confusion and offense. “And…?”

”You know… Grayson,” you punched his arm again, laughing.

“Ok so we’ve established my name is Grayson and hit me,” he scoffed.

“You’re the kind of guy I’d be friends with, and we are friends! You’re just not the kind of guy I’d date,” you admitted.

“All right, there’s a nuclear holocaust, I’m the last man on Earth. Would you go out with me?” Grayson said resting his elbows on the table.

“Meh,” you shrugged and continued watching people walk by. Grayson simply shook his head and let the subject go.

Grayson invited you to his apartment to watch both of your favorite teams play against each other in March Madness: Texas A&M vs. North Carolina. He ordered a pineapple pizza and your favorite special pizza as well.

The game was steadily tied most of the time, and you and Grayson engaged in your typical witty banter. Before you knew it, there were only 8 minutes left in the last period… anything could happen.

You and Grayson were alternating between jumping up and yelling at the television. You were both extremely competitive, and neither of you wanted to hear the nagging of the other if your respective team lost.

“Hey! Eat your own pizza,” you yelled at Grayson as he dipped his hands into your box.

“I finished mine already. Come on, you’re not actually gonna eat all of that are you?” Grayson said, smirking with the knowledge that he was right, and you knew it. You rolled your eyes and continued watching the game, letting him have his way.

You felt Grayson’s eyes remain on you, but you ignored it until he spoke up. “What do you say we make a bet?”

“Depends. What kind of bet?” you said doubtfully.

“If A&M wins, you go on a date with me,” he said as you let out a loud chuckle. “But if North Carolina wins, I’ll drop the idea.”

“Are you serious?” you said still laughing. “Carolina is ranked much higher. Deal.” You shook his hand confidently. “I don’t understand why you’re stuck on this idea all of a sudden.”

He only shrugged and threw the last bite of pizza into his mouth. “Well if your team wins like you so strongly believe, then I won’t be stuck on it anymore.”

You sighed and continued watching the game, wanting your team to win now more than ever.

There was only one minute and ten seconds left on the game clock, and it wasn’t looking very good for you. Grayson was leaned over with his elbows resting on his knees. You were both watching the screen so intently: you hoping that Carolina could pull off a miracle and Grayson hoping his team could just hold yours off a little longer.

The final buzzer sounded, and Grayson jumped up from the couch with his hands in the air, yelling, “86 to 65!! Would you look at that y/n?!”

Your head was in your hands, trying to process the defeat. “Mhm. You don’t have to rub it in,” you said, looking up and noticing the wide grin spread across Grayson’s face. He collapsed onto the couch next to you, and you stood up and started gathering your things.

“Where are you going?” he asked while he grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards the couch.

“It’s late! I need to get home.”

“Oh right. Ok… well be careful,” Grayson said quietly and released you arm.

You leaned down, hovering close to the shell of his ear. “But I’ll see you tomorrow night at 7 when you pick me up for our date,” you whispered. You felt the heat radiating off his skin, and you heard the loud swallow he made deep in his throat. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned towards the door with a smile.

“Goodnight Dolan!” You said without turning back towards him, throwing a wave over your shoulder.

“Goodnight y/n,” he replied, and you walked out the door.

It was about 5 ‘til 7, and you were waiting for Grayson to pick you up. You didn’t think you were nervous for this… but you had a tight feeling in your stomach. Your thoughts were interrupted by his knocking at the door.

You opened the door, and your jaw dropped. “Really, a flower? That’s kinda cheesy… but it’s cute.” You grabbed his shoulders and leaned up, giving him another kiss on the cheek like last night. He stood there like a statue, still not having said a word.

His eyes began roaming your body in the fitted black dress as you pulled away, his mouth slightly agape. “You look… stunning.” You were always beautiful in his eyes, but this was a completely different attraction - so filled with lust and curiosity.

“Relax, Grayson. You’re drooling,” you teased. You finally stepped out of your door frame, locking the door behind you. You wrapped your arm with his and looked up at him. “Shall we?”

He simply laughed at all the dirty thoughts flowing through his head and said, “Of course.”

Part 2 “It’s Real to Me”

[graysonsbailey]

[xuzhouu]

Being apart of the SisterSquad

-being the youngest

-having your own independent youtube channel

-always volunteering to do collab videos

-coming up with the best video ideas 

-having to be in the middle of their arguments

-the group having a soft spot for you because you're new to LA living

-often seen holding one of their hands (usually Grayson's cause he’s a bean)

-having to reassure them that you don’t have a favorite even though it varies depending on the mood you’re in.

-endless piggyback rides (ethan’s the best because he spins you around and you get super dizzy)

-James having to come over often just to do your makeup

-You having your own sense of style and fashion sense, which they make fun of you about because you don’t dress like a typical LA girl.

-Having to get used to Emma and her high energy, she’ll call you late at night just to talk about random shit

-always going above and beyond for them when it comes to gifts and presents (christmas time always leaves you broke)

-In videos your usually the chill one in the back just trying to process all the craziness.

-being everyones shoulder to cry on and their secret keeper 

-overall just being a great friend to them 

[graysonsearring-blog]

Ndwjfksldje I need fic ideas

Should I make another

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[doubleleoenergy]

Daddy Issues

Nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you. I know that you got daddy issues

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), Daddy Kink, passionate sex

Word Count: 2361

Author’s Notes: My GRAYstans unite! I have unlocked a new passion for Daddy!Grayson. Also, my headers either feature the reader image as Malia Tate from Teen Wolf or Jane Villanueva from Jane the Virgin.

“Are you SURE you want to make Sledge’s doghouse from scratch?” You asked, following your boyfriend, THE Grayson Dolan, into the backyard. Grayson and you had just adopted a puppy that he was FINALLY not allergic to, and he had become quite obsessed with wanting the absolute best for your new pup

“Babe, do you REALLY want our son to have some basic and boring dog house for the backyard, or wouldn’t it be more fitting for him to have a MANSION like the king he is?” Grayson suggests, wagging his thick eyebrows at you.

You gently shove his side, rolling your eyes at his response. “Fine, Sledge and I will just MONITOR your progress by the pool.” You call back to the pup, watching him gallop towards you both, wagging his tail. Grayson moves towards the garage to bring all of the wood and materials needed for the project onto the grassy area next to the pool, arranging the pieces by length.

Sledge lays down in the grass next to your lounge chair as you sit down, tightening your lavender string bikini bottoms on your hips. Today was GORGEOUS, the sun shining and the heat not sweltering, allowing for the perfect day to tan while you watched Grayson work.

You decided to start by tanning your back, lying with your face propped on a towel in the foldout chair. Your hands hold your phone out, scrolling through Instagram as you soaked in the summer rays.

Grayson started his plans by sawing the boards to the perfect length, pulling a pair of safety goggles over the top of his tousled long locks. You eye him carefully from where you lay, watching as he handled the saw with ease, cutting the board to its perfect size before continuing on to the next piece. Your eyes linger on the curve of his back muscles squeezing through the black tank top that clung to his figure.

Sledge barked, pulling you from your daze, demanding attention beside you. You place the phone by your side, smiling down as you sit up slightly to provide your furbaby with the attention he craved. “Are you watching Daddy work? Well, so is MOMMY.” You coo, running your fingers through his soft fur.

A half hour goes by, Grayson diligently putting together the pieces of wood, sweat dripping from his hair down through his beard. You decide it’s a good time for a hydration break, Sledge following you back inside the kitchen where you grab two bottles of water along with a dish to pour some out for your pooch.

“Gray, how about you take a quick break?” You chirped, approaching him as he leaned over and inspected his work. You hand him one of the water bottles, opening the other and pouring half into the dog dish you set beside your feet, Sledge lapping happily at the bowl.

“How’s it looking so far, boss?” Grayson teased, standing back to let you inspect his work. You tilt your head from side to side, putting your fingers out as a ‘frame’, closing one eye and then the other. Grayson let out a laugh as he watched you pretend to inspect like a ‘real’ boss, a huge grin spreading on his face.

“I’d say it looks sturdy so far, keep up the good work, EMPLOYEE.” You place a kiss to his cheek, sauntering back over to your lounge chair, sitting down to let the rays tan the front of your body.

After a few minutes of lapping at the water bowl Sledge moves back over to you, rolling happily in the grass. Grayson feels sweat drenching his black tank top, a mixture of the heat of the sun and the work he was putting into his project. He grabs the hemline and tugs it off, tossing the sweaty material in the grass next to him.

You can’t help but stop and OGLE at him when he removes it, a sinful image playing out in your mind. Your eyes roam over his sculpted chest, remembering how it felt when you ran your hands up and down his abdomen. Your eyes move up to look at his hair, long locks sticking to his forehead as he continues his work on the dog house. Lastly, your eyes fixated on his hands, watching the veins protruding as he hammered nails into the wood, forming the outside walls of what would be Sledge’s humble abode. Grayson looked DELICIOUS, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach flip-flopped at the sight, his cerulean swim trunks clinging to his hips.

“Hey G-Gray, I’m gonna go inside, watch Sledge for me, please?” He nodded, eyes fixated on the task at hand. You took one last glance in his direction, taking a mental picture before pulling open the screen door and heading directly towards your shared bedroom. 

You needed relief after watching him work, he wasn’t even TRYING to seduce you and yet you still felt dampness between your thighs. You opened the bedroom door and shut it behind you. Your body stumbled forward, flopping back against the bed, shimmying out of your bikini bottoms, tossing them to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered closed, REWINDING the image of Grayson working outside in your head, the back of your lids acting as a screen for the projected image. Your delicate fingers slid down your chest to your core, circling around your bundle of nerves and letting out a soft moan. You pictured the way he tossed his shirt off, how the sweat GLISTENED on his skin, that perfect beard you refused to let him shave.

Fingers move lower, parting your folds and moving in and out of your core, arching your back against the bed. You continued pumping your fingers in and out, feeling that familiar buildup in your chest when you heard the bedroom door open, Grayson taking in the sight of you.

“What are you doing, babygirl?” He asked, arms crossing against his bare chest. Your eyes snap open, sitting up straight and pulling the blanket over you. As if he HADN’T seen what you were doing just moments ago.

“N-Nothing, I think I am just exhausted from the sun. I figured I needed to lay down and rest a bit.” You stuttered, a hand moving from below the blanket to scratch nervously through your locks.

Grayson’s eyes grew dark as he approached you on the bed, standing just at the edge of it and holding your gaze. “Babygirl, don’t LIE to me, you know I don’t like it when you lie.” He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you, eyes still locked on yours. “Were you TOUCHING yourself?” He asked.

Your cheeks start to feel hot, a rosy blush spreading across them. “Y-Yes, I was. You just looked so good outside and I didn’t want to bother you while you were working so I came in here and-” Grayson holds out his hand, silencing you before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re forgetting the rules, babygirl, REMIND me what they are.” He questioned, his voice lowering an octave. Your bottom lip quivers, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. “N-No touching myself, only DADDY gets to touch me.” You whispered, your gaze darting to the bed to avoid his stare.

“Look at ME.” He demanded, his tone making your eyes snap up immediately. “Yes, only daddy gets to touch you, and what happens when we disobey, babygirl?” You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes going wide. 

“Y-You, you get PUNISHED.”

“Exactly.” He responds, two fingers beckoning you towards the edge of the bed. “Turn around, ass up.” You follow his instructions, crawling to the edge of the bed and turning around. Grayson’s fingers grab your neck, pushing your head down against the mattress. “You’re going to count to ten for me, if you stop counting we’ll start all OVER.”

The first smack across your ass made your pussy tighten, wincing slightly at the burn of his thick hand against your skin. “O-One.” You sputtered. 

“Good girl, keep counting.” He commands, sending another smack to your flesh.

“T-Two...three...four...five.” Tears are welling up in your eyes, a mix of both pleasure and pain through each strike to your tanned skin. You don’t want to falter though, you know it’ll be MUCH worse if you add more slaps to the count.

“S-six...seven...eight...nine...ten.” Tears are now flowing down your face, staining your cheeks in the light coat of mascara you had applied that morning. Grayson moves the pressure off your neck, letting out a deep breath.

“What a good GIRL, see, I knew you could be good for me.” He flexes his hand in a fist and then stretches it out over and over, relaxing the muscles as the sting starts to dissipate. “I think it’s time that I get a THANK YOU.” You know EXACTLY what he’s asking, turning around to face him, eyes level with the thick bulge in his shorts.

“Yes daddy.” Your fingers tug down the shorts, his thick cock springing free against his chest. You lick your lips before reaching up, taking his cock into your hand and SLOWLY stroking it. Your mouth parts, lips curling around the tip, sucking and licking before moving them lower and lower down the base.

His fingers move to grip your hair, a groan of delight leaving his lips. “That’s it baby, open your mouth, let me fuck that perfect mouth of yours.” You do as you’re told, relaxing your jaw and letting him slide further. Not only was he thick, but LONG, tears welling up as he pushed all the way in, your nose touching the skin right below his belly button. He uses your hair as his reins, bucking his hips in and out, a mixture of your spit DRIPPING from the sides of your lips down your chin and neck. Grayson keeps his eyes on you, watching you sputter around him, his teeth grinding together. 

“Fuck, so beautiful.” He pulls out abruptly, a string of saliva linking your mouth to his cock, and you feel utterly EMPTY. Grayson tilts your head up with his hand, ushering you to get up. “That’s enough, don’t want to cum in your mouth today, want to cum inside you.”

His hands push you back against the bed, untying the bikini top you still wore, revealing your bare breasts to him. His hand moves to grip his cock, rubbing the red and swollen tip against your folds, a dark smile on his face. “You are already SO wet, babygirl. Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod up at him but you know that’s not what he wants, he wants you to use your WORDS.

“Yes, Gray...I mean, daddy. Please fuck me, want to feel you cum inside me.” The words are satisfaction, the code that unlocks his motions as he pushes inside of you, working in slowly as your walls INSTINCTIVELY tighten around him, pulling him deeper. After a moment he bottoms out, holding himself there, looking down at you.

“So fucking tight, babygirl. Your cunt was MADE for me.” He moves his hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming himself back in, eliciting a whine from your throat. He continues at the same pace, pulling almost completely out and pushing back in fast, your voice becoming louder which each thrust.

“Gotta keep it down, you know Ethan is still sleeping. Wouldn’t want to wake him up. Or maybe you do, huh?” He asked, two of his fingers snaking between your breasts down to your clit, circling it. “Want Ethan to know that you’re a SLUT for my cock? How your daddy is the only one that can please you?”

You moan loudly, your voice hoarse from the way he fucked your throat earlier. “Yes daddy, I want EVERYONE to know I’m yours.” His hips slap into you over and over, fingers circling your clit with more pressure now. He can tell you’re close to coming, your walls clenching and unclenching him, your thighs shaking as his own hold you apart.

“Uh-uh, gotta ASK if you can cum babygirl, you know better.” Grayson’s free hand moves to your neck, wrapping around it JUST enough that your breathing gets harder, but not enough that you might pass out.

“Fuck, PLEASE daddy, want to cum on your cock, want to show you how good I can be.” You choked out, picturing the way his hands had moved around the wood and saw earlier that were now around your throat.

Grayson is pleased by your words, eyes focusing on your face and his fingers rubbing against you faster. “Yes, babygirl, CUM on my cock.” He can barely finish his sentence before your orgasm hits you, crying out loudly, tears flowing from your eyes with pleasure. He continues his movements, feeling your walls tightening around him and knowing he can’t hold on anymore. “Gonna cum, baby, gonna coat your walls with me, want you LEAKING my cum.” A groan of satisfaction leaves his lips, his cock pressed deep inside you as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, closing them as you continue coming down from your high, his hand moving off of your neck so you can fully breathe. His hips stutter briefly, letting you milk his cock before he pulls out, noticing your dazed state.

“Hey...come back to me baby.” He whispered, moving to lay down next to you, placing gentle kisses all over your face. Your eyes FINALLY flutter open, a lazy smile on your lips. “Sorry about that, you really did just look so good I couldn’t help myself.” Grayson let out a deep chuckle, tugging you into his side, his fingers roaming up and down your back.

“Don’t apologize baby, next time just tell me and I’ll stop to USE you how you need to be used.” He glances at the door, hearing a whine from Sledge, pulling him back to reality. “Our SON wants you.”

You shake your head, looking up at him. “Nope, YOU can deal with him now, you fucked all of the energy out of me.”

Tagging my GRAYstans: @midnightf​ | @certainaesthetic​

[jtsfavslut]

Desperado [GD]

Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail. 

Warnings: Ahh yes...smut, cinge, idk what else 

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.

You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn't shave either.

And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson's beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.

Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.

"Hmm?" you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Nothing," you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.

"Nothing? You've been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you're biting your lip and you're flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel," he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.

"It's just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up," you murmured before getting up and walking away. 

"Are you serious?"

"It's just really hot in here that's all" an idea comes to mind and you strip your hoodie.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, already knowing where you're going with this "really"

"Yeah just really hot" you take your shirt off as well, leaving you in a bra and jeans, you were about to take off your pants before he verbally stopped you.

"Angel, don't you dare," his voice was stern and rough, letting you know you were working him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything bad, I'm gonna go swim," you replied before walking away, a smirk on your face, "To each their own Bailey, to each their own,"

"Keep it up, y/l/n," he whispered but you were long gone to even hear it, your feet dipped inside the cool pool water as you looked up at the clear sky.

Your attempt was a slight fail, it was good, just not good enough to crack Grayson.

Grayson Dolan was stubborn. Maybe as stubborn as they came, you blamed that on three things; his cockiness, his ego, and the fact that his top three had an influence on his personality.

But you couldn't give it. You had made it your mission throughout the entire month of November.

It was now the last day of the month, and you needed Grayson to crack. You needed him to crack hours before the month ended. You wanted to be as close as he could, yet as far as he could. Your plan was evil, perhaps it was, but it wasn't fair that you were forced to compete in a ridiculous, immature, high-school like bet.

You were sure this plan was going to work. You felt it in your bones. You were clever enough to use one of Grayson's qualities, and a few of his traits against himself.

If there's anything that Grayson was, other than stubborn, was dominant and jealous. One wrong look from a guy and he was railing you, fucking the pretty out of you, not that it worked since in his eyes, your prettiest state was when you were fucked out. Hair frazzled into all sorts of directions, a few beads of sweat dripping down your hairline onto your forehead, mouth slightly opened as deep, tired breaths fell past your lips, sore shaking legs, chest rising up as your eyes closed. A sight only he got to see, a sight he caused.

Your skimpy blood-red dress clutched onto your body in the most perfect way, a pair of matching heels covered your perfectly pedicured feet, a pair of silver snake earrings held onto your ears, and a simple matching snake necklace adorned your neck. A silver purse completed your outfit as you applied the last bit of gloss and highlighter you needed before slipping out of your vanity, grabbing your phone before leaving your room, walking towards the couch where Grayson laid on, a pair of gray sweats, with air forces, were present on his body.

"I'll be back around 2 am, don't wait up for me," you spoke, your nails suddenly becoming more interesting than a shirtless Grayson, "Peace you," you turned to walk away before his voice suddenly stopped you, a smirk making its way on and off of your face before you turned back around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, placing his phone down before sitting up straight, his once hazel eyes scanning your body up and down.

"Out, where else?" you carelessly replied as he chuckled.

"Out where? With who?" he questioned, a dry chuckle falling past your lips as you shook your head, clutching on to your purse.

"The club, with Vinnie, invited me out for some drinks," you replied, only receiving a glare and a scoff.

"Since when do you go clubbing?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Since when do you care?" you scoffed, "Anyways, he's here, I need to go, have fun," and with that, you were gone.

You were out the door, as Grayson's anger increased. Sure, he did trust you. But he also knew about your history with Vincent.

He knew everything, from how you went from best friends to fuck-buddies, to best friends again, so he felt a bit uncomfortable with you going out for drinks with someone you spent countless nights with.

Vinnie however, was aware of everything. He was your last resort. You knew how jealous Grayson got whenever he was around. Of course, he agreed, knowing how sexually active you were. He knew you couldn't last a month. He was in fact surprised you had gotten this far without touching yourself, which he knew because you told, just like you did with everything else.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked, taking a shot of the tequila he had ordered, "Like was he mad?"

"He was furious, you should've seen his face," you replied after swallowing the aged liquid, the slight burn giving you nothing but satisfaction, "He should be checking my location right about now," you giggled when the tiny typing bubble popped up in your texts with Grayson. It had been a few hours since you left, meaning Grayson was probably getting ready to bring you home and punish you for being bad and bratty.

"Hey, if he doesn't give you what you want, just know, I'm always up for you," Vinnie smirked, flashing his hand on your face, rings adore his fingers, as black nail polish perfectly laid on his nails.

"In your dreams Vincent," you playfully smacked his hand, knowing he was only playing around.

"You're right, you know? I liked you more when I had you to myself," he scoffed, shaking his head, taking another shot letting out a groan at the taste.

"Oh please V, I'm sure you have plenty of entertainment around," you rolled your eyes as you stared at his hands.

Oh, how you wished Grayson would accomplish your wishes of painting his nails black, but he claimed it was simply not his style. Of course, you understood, but you still wanted him to do it, it was, after all, something you found incredibly attractive.

"Not really, no one offers what I need, you know? They all like that vanilla shit, with the aftercare and soft shit,"

"But you did that with me?" you asked confused but he just shook his head.

"Because it's you. You gave me what I needed. But anyways, your boy toy is here," he spoke as he noticed Grayson walk in. An angry look on his face as he caught a glimpse of your back and Vinnie’s face.

"Ughh, finally," you scoffed as your core throbbed, your mind suddenly imaging certain scenarios on how Grayson would take you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you felt his presence next to you, his cologne slapping you on the face.

"I came to pick you up and take you home," he said, no emotion laced with his voice, you mentally rolled your eyes.

Your hand reached up to Vincent's, intertwining your fingers with his before letting out a whine, "But we just started to have fun,"

"I don't care. We're leaving," he spoke before leaning down close to your ear, "You're gonna get it as soon as we get in the car,"

"Ughh fine. You're so boring. You should take a shot or two sometime," you dramatically sighed before letting go of Vinnie's hands and grabbing your phone and purse, "I'll see you another time V, love you, take care," you said, sending him a smirk in an angle that Grayson couldn't see.

"Love you too, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he waved you off as Grayson carefully dragged you out of the establishment. He had parked his car in an empty and abandoned parking lot, having a plan thought out for when he arrived at where you were at.

He opened the back door of his Tesla, before throwing you inside, making sure you wouldn't get hurt, but wanting the message that he was upset to get across, "You think you're funny? Acting like a whore, wearing a slutty outfit to go out with Vinnie? Teasing me all fucking month long, acting like a fucking bitch," he spoke as his fingers came in contact with your jaw, squeezing it in the most perfect way.

Never in his life did Grayson think he would call a woman a whore. But when you came along, you brought a Pandora's box with you. He wasn't sure degrading a female would get him laid, but you introduced it to him, at first it was weird, but he took a liking to it, only with you.

"I didn't do anything," you pouted against his hand, making his other hand squeeze your hip.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"You asked," you scoffed, eyes widening as a burning sensation spread over your thigh, followed by a moan.

"Open," he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, making you open your mouth before he leaned down, doing something you thought Grayson Dolan would never do, "Swallow," he muttered after spitting in your mouth. You did what he said, no questions asked, and no ounce of hesitation in your body, "good girl," he whispered before moving down to between your legs.

His hands explored your legs before you felt a couple of cold things making you look down to find a couple of rings on his fingers, yet no nail polish.

"You wanna behave like a whore, I'll treat you like one," he smirked at your facial expression, he was loving every single second of what was happening, "Mouth of fingers? Never mind, you don't get to choose, don't you dare make a sound," he muttered before pulling down your underwear.

Your body slightly jumped and the long-awaited feeling of his fingers. You bit your lip, feeling so touched that just the slightest feeling of his two fingers spreading your arousal around, "Look at you, so desperate, and wet. It's pathetic," he chuckled making you shake your head before throwing it back as he slowly slipped a finger in, just one, feeling satisfied as you spread your legs and threw your head back, he added another one, and you felt out a whine, earning a thigh smack from him, "I said no sounds,"

He dipped his head down, just feeling the presence of his mouth near you pussy was enough to make you bite your lip, and hold back a moan as he pressed soft kissed on the inside of your legs, fingers wholly moving in and out of you, until he finally placed a soft kiss on your clit, and started moving his fingers faster.

You quickly moved your hand up to your lips, muffling any sound and moan that slipped out. The feeling of euphoria and ecstasy spread quickly over your body, and a knot started forming on your lower stomach at how good Grayson was eating you out and finger fucking you.

"Gray, Grays please," you started chanting his name, not being able to hold it back any longer, the amount of pressure building up was much more than what you could handle.

"You wanna cum for me Angel, Wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He teasingly asked, his fingers moving at a pace that you thought was impossible.

"Mhm, I do please. I'll be a good girl I promise,"

"Let it go, cum for me," as soon as the words slipped out, there was no holding back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you let a pornographic like moan, squirting all over his face and making a mess in the back seat of his car, your vision had truly gone white, never feeling something as strong before, not that you minded, you loved every single second.

"Oh my God," was the only thing you managed to breathe out, finally opening your eyes after a few seconds, Grayson was above you, his white shirt having some wet patches, showing how good he truly made you feel.

"I don't think you should be saying his name right now," he smirked as you shook your head, "Not after this mess you made in my car, at least,"

"I know a perfect way to make up, but you know, it's still November so," you smirked, looking at your watch, the time being 11:51, he had nine more minutes.

"Really? How so?" He teased, picking you up as he sat down, placing you bare half on his black dress pants.

"To make you feel really fucking good, right here. In this car, and you can do anything you want to me," you smirked, palming him through his pants, his bulge was apparent, but you were running out of time. 11:55

"But it's only valid for today," you added, unblocking his belt before lifting yourself up to pull his pants down, You spit on your hand before moving it, just to make him harder and work him up a bit more.

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

"Fuck just do it," he groaned before placing his hands on your hips, making sure to align himself before slamming you down on his dick.

12:00

"Look at you, couldn't even wait one more minute," you struggle to say as he bounced you up and down on his dick, loud groaning falling past his lips at how good you felt around him.

"Shut up,"

Please I am so sorry!!! This is so bad and gross, and I got carried away...I also wrote this in like an hour!! But I said I would do it so here we are!! Anyways yeah, if you made it here because you read it I love you!! And big thanks to @blazedgraysons for helping me and motivating me to write it, I love you bitch!!! 

[ri-ahhh]

hi can you write about spending a valentine’s day with gray pls?

valentine’s day smut w/ gray? + more haha sorry couldn’t put them all in

A/N: I’m sorry this is a day late. It was supposed to be 90% smut but somehow it took on a mind of its own and turned into this monster.

warnings: smut, extremely cheesy, way too long

***

It should be a given understanding that Valentine’s Day is the dumbest, most antiquated, overrated holiday that’s ever existed. That had always been your take on it, even as a little kid — the worry of spelling your classmates’ names correctly on cards imprinted with cheesy Scooby Doo and Spongebob puns; the expectation to dress up nice in the hopes you would get asked to be someone’s Valentine in the hallways of middle school; the potential embarrassment of being the only person in class who didn’t get bought one of those stupid roses from a ‘secret admirer’ in high school.

There’s simply too much pressure surrounding the idea of professing your love or even your mere fondness for anyone and everyone in your life. The fear of rejection if you do, and the judgement if you don’t. It had always made you anxious, whether you had someone to share the day with or not.

But this Valentine’s Day, as a young twenty-something, you were actually (secretly) looking forward to it. Conner was your first adult relationship, with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and labels and commitment. He’s cute and smart and charming and yours. So, sue you if you were quietly anticipating wearing that SavageXFenty set beneath a brand new dress while you went to dinner after being greeted at the door with roses and a box of chocolates.

And yet here you are, on February 14th, hood of your sweater drawn over your head as you rummage through your freezer with a clear target in your mind. Your eyes are blurry and swollen, but you find the pint of birthday cake Nada Moo with ease, and you slam the freezer door closed a little harder than you really mean to as soon as it’s in your grasp.

You’ve just popped the lid off when your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter where you’ve plopped down to eat your depression snack in a more acceptable place than your bed or the couch.

You see Grayson’s name accompanied by a goofy, up-close picture of him smiling filling the screen, and hesitate. He’s one of your best friends, and clearly done nothing wrong, but you’re not sure you’re capable of handling anyone of the male species right now after...everything.

At the end of the day, though, it’s Grayson. He knows heartbreak almost better than anyone, and you’ve coached him through it on more than one occasion. Maybe he can spew back some of your own advice if it comes to that.

You swipe the bar at the bottom of the screen, and your ceiling suddenly replaces the image of his silly, handsome face. “Sup?”

“Yo. Am I interrupting anything? Sorry, just remembered what day it is.”

You swallow. “Uh no, you’re not.”

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip hard, digging your spoon into the softened ice cream. Was it that obvious just from your voice that you had been upset? Or does he just know you that well?

“Nothing.”

“You sound like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. Let me see your face.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you concede. “No. I’ve been crying.”

He’s quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his own face in the corner of the screen. You shove the chunk of ice cream past your lips, and after a moment he says with a softer tone, “Crying on Valentine’s Day is never a good sign.”

You’re glad that you’ve gotten so much of your tears out already, because you feel the inevitable prickle behind your eyes that would have been full-blown waterworks a few hours ago. You scoop another bite. “Conner cheated on me — has been, cheating on me. I found out last night.”

Grayson sighs your name, and something about the genuine sympathy in his voice makes you even more emotional. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What a piece of shit.”

You shrug even though he can’t see, and sniffle past the lump in your throat. “It’s whatever. I’m still in shock more than anything. Hurts like hell, though, still. I let him have it when I saw the texts and he hasn’t tried to call me once. No texts. Nothing.”

He’s silent, but it’s that raging silence you know oh so well from him. It doesn’t happen often, but anyone who knows Grayson Dolan knows that when his volume comes down, he means business. A loud and obnoxious Grayson is a happy one, but a brooding and quiet one means serious business.

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I’ll do it.”

A smile cracks your scowl before you know it, and you shake your head. “No thanks, Gray. As much as I’d love to see that happen, I like your face the way it is. And not on a mugshot.”

He chuckles a little, and you feel your chest lift some just hearing the familiar depth of it. “Well, do you at least want me to come over later? I totally get if you need to be alone, but I know from experience sometimes what helps the most is having good friends around.”

You’re a little surprised. “You don’t have a date?”

“Nope.”

“No one from the roster hitting you up?”

“I don’t have a roster,” he argues playfully, but you both know that’s a lie, if not at least a stretch of the truth. “And even if I did, you’re more important. Always.”

You sigh and take another bite. His words make your neck tingle and your toes wiggle, but you ignore it; your brain is full of confusion as it is. “That makes one man in my life who thinks so, I guess.”

You finally prop your phone up against the fruit basket sitting in the middle of your bar so he can see you. Grayson takes in your image, which admittedly must look kind of pathetic, and you watch his jaw clench and release in a way that you can’t deny is utterly sexy.

“Is an hour okay? Tell Vanessa to come, too.”

“Benito took her to Tulum for the weekend,” you say, referring to your best friend and her boyfriend. “She did threaten to get on a plane and come home early for me, though.”

Grayson grins crookedly, but his jaw is still tight. “Well, tell her you’re in good hands. See you in an hour?”

You give it one last quick consideration; you already feel this much better just talking to him on the phone. Nothing bad could come from him being in your apartment, and you trust him. “Yeah, that’s fine. But just so you know, I’m already at the stage of eating ice cream at 10:30 AM.”

“Did you forget you’re talking to the emotional ice cream eating champion? No judgement here.”

You finally let out a giggle, your spirits officially lifted. “I’ll see you soon.”

**

True to his word, Grayson arrives at your door about an hour later, his arms laden with milkshakes from Monty’s, a gift bag decorated all over with sparkly hearts, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You’re stunned. The only thing you’d managed to do in the time it took him to get here was take a quick shower in attempts to rid your face of some of the puffiness, throw on some shorts this time with a fresh hoodie, and toss the used tissues scattered around your place into the garbage.

Before you can say anything, he holds out the flowers. “They were out of roses. But I know you like pink.”

You reach out for them slowly, eyes wide, your fingers brushing his when you grasp the plastic wrapping. His cheeks are a similar color to the petals, and it makes both your heart and your lips smile.

“Peonies are my favorite,” you say truthfully. “And yes, especially pink ones. Thank you, Gray.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sounding relieved.

As he crosses the threshold of your door, he leans down to kiss your cheek, and you can’t help but hum quietly and pull him in for a hug. “That gift better not be for me, either,” you mumble into his chest.

Grayson pulls back, his eyes sparkling, but keeps you close with an arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. “Oh, this? No, this is for my other best friend I’m trying to cheer up on Valentine’s Day.”

You slap his arm playfully, and lead him into your kitchen, pulling out a vase from the cabinet beneath your sink for the flowers.

The bag has a few gifts in it: a new Comfy (“I remembered you ruined yours when that ketchup bottle exploded all over you the other day”); a huge bag of watermelon sour patch kids (“I know they’re your favorite. Also ice cream gives you brain freeze after the first pint or so, trust me”); and a heart shaped box of your favorite chocolates (“you can eat them or burn them, I wasn’t sure which you’d appreciate more but either is fine with me.”)

You appreciated all of it, more than he would ever understand. All you can do is fling yourself at him weakly, completely overwhelmed. “Fuck you, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

Grayson envelops you in those huge, muscular arms, cooing behind that laugh you love so much. “Is that a really backwards way of saying thank you?”

You grunt in affirmation, and with you still wrapped up in his arms, he starts waddling the two of you back the short distance into your living room.

“Here,” he says, coaxing you down into the blanket nest you had created on the couch. “You chill and find a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

You do, and he does, and the next few hours are spent lounging about in your apartment. Having him here with you is doing wonders from keeping your mind from going down the paths you’d been spiraling towards ever since you saw the messages between Conner and no less than four other girls on Snapchat. You don’t believe in snooping, but finding the first one had been an accident when he received the snap while you had his phone, and your finger happened to press the icon at just the right moment. 

In your eyes, though, the image of one pair of tits that weren’t your own was enough justification to see what else you could find. 

“I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of relieved,” you told Grayson a while later, Shrek playing on the TV quietly. He’s sitting next to you, far enough apart for there to be couch space between the two of you, but close enough to share the oversized blanket thrown over your laps. “Obviously what he did is so fucking shitty and I’m not justifying it in any way, but I can be honest with myself now and realize I wasn’t in that relationship for the right reasons. There wasn’t anything there emotionally at the end of the day.”

“You still have every right to feel hurt by what he did, though. It’s a huge violation of trust,” Grayson assures, reaching out and squeezing your hand gently.  

You squeeze back and grimace at him. “Yeah.” You let out a little mirthless laugh and shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing, too. And finding out the day before Valentine’s, no less. Like, I just wanted to look cute, have a nice dinner, have some nice sex, and just... I don’t know. Have an actual Valentine’s day for once. No pressure or anxiety or anything.”

Grayson stares at you in that way he does — so intense and almost intimidating if there wasn’t a genuine warmth behind it. You’re suddenly aware of his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. He squeezes your fingers again. 

“So, let’s do it, then. You and me.”

You arch a brow at him, smiling at the rosiness in his cheeks when he realizes what he might have implied. “The dinner part, I mean. And the dressing up. Even though I think you look plenty cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, but for the countless time that day, your heart flutters happily. Looking back, you can’t remember the last time Conner had complimented your appearance, let alone after hours of crying and lazing around in sweats, sugar crystals stuck to the corner of your lip. 

“That would be great, except there’s no way we’re getting into any restaurant at this point,” you remind him. “Probably no delivery, either.”

“I’ll cook for you,” he counters, throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up with a groan. He stops to stretch, and the way his arms go over his head makes his shirt ride up at the bottom, exposing a chunk of hard muscles and golden skin. 

You swallow, eyes trailing up the rest of his torso appreciatively. “I don’t have much.”

He’s already rummaging through your pantry, though, and pulls out a half-full box of pasta, a jar of marinara sauce, and a leftover chunk of sourdough bread. “You got salad stuff?”

You nod, and he opens the fridge to find some lettuce, peppers, and other salad fixings before setting them with the pasta ingredients on the counter. “Go get dressed, look as cute or not cute as you want. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s absolutely unreal. “Gray-”

Grayson holds up his hand. “Ah, no, I’m doing this. You deserve it. Also, I’m hungry. It’s a win-win.”

Your stomach growls as well, and that’s all the convincing you need. While he gets busy in the kitchen, you tidy up the living area some before heading to your room. You feel a little silly, making your third outfit change of the day, but you also like the giddiness in the pit of your belly at the thought of Grayson doing all of this for you. You might as well take advantage of having someone like him in your life. Show him some Valentine’s appreciation of your own.

You forgo the slinky red number you had planned to wear to the restaurant with Conner, and opt instead for a rather unsuspecting blouse-jeans combo, which happen to both respectively frame your tits and ass perfectly.

The lacy, bright pink set in the back of your closet might have made it beneath your clothes, though. The prettiness of it made you feel that much better, even if no one else was going to see it.

Maybe.

Padding back into your kitchen after running a flat iron through your hair and throwing on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss, you find Grayson draining the pasta into a colander in the sink. 

Grayson does a double-take when he sees you standing there admiring the flex of his bicep as he holds the pot. “Hey! You look amazing.”

“If you say so,” you joke, bumping his hip with yours as. You pass him to pull plates and bowls out of the cabinet.

“I do,” he insists quietly.

Arm outstretched mid-reach, you look over at him, locking eyes with his hazel ones. He looks a little surprised by the words that left his mouth, like he meant for them to stay inside his head. There must be some kind of challenge in your gaze, daring him to elaborate.

He busies himself with the pasta again hastily, his voice low. “Conner is a fucking idiot. To do that to you. To let you go. You don’t deserve that. Especially not today.”

Plates in hand, you rest them gently on the counter with your lower lip caught between your teeth, and peer over at this handsome man you’re so proud and lucky to call your best friend. He’s everything you thought Conner was — cute and smart and charming — but so much more — beautiful and good and kind.

And he’s been right here in front of you the whole time.

You reach out and touch his elbow softly. The hairs on his forearm are crisp but soft, and you follow them down to that gleaming watch on his wrist.

“You know,” you start quietly, fingers tracing the links of the band before flipping his hand over to trace the lines of his palm, “you keep talking about what I deserve today. But you deserve all that and more. You deserve someone’s love that matches your own.”

He watches your delicate fingers on his large, calloused palm, then trails his eyes up to yours when he feels their attention on his face. A piece of hair flops into his eyes, and you reach up without thinking or any hesitation to push it away again with a little smile playing on your glossy lips.

You look down and lay your palm flat against his, admiring the difference in size between your hands for a moment before interlocking your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

Your eyes flit up to his in surprise; he beat you to the words.

“In case that wasn’t obvious,” Grayson continues, turning towards you. “And I hope that’s not too much for you to handle, with everything you’ve had hap-”

“I love you too, Gray,” you interrupt, stepping that much closer to him so you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost boyish in his astonishment, and it makes you want to hold him tight and never let go.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting dumped to realize it.”

He shakes his head, his hand resting on your cheek gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod once before he’s swiftly ducking down to claim your lips with his. They’re soft and pliable, and you feel their effects from the nerves in your scalp all the way down to your bare toes.

“Grayson,” you breathe, lashes fluttering open as he pulls back just enough to look at you concernedly.

You smile, bigger and brighter than you have all day, and cup his stubbled cheeks with your hands, scratching your nails gently against his jaw. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Grayson grins now, too. He kisses you more insistently now that he’s got the taste of you on his tongue, which he flicks against the underside of your top lip as he breaks the kiss. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” you challenege, voice breathy and excited, eyes closed as you savor his sweet breath against your lips. “In my room.” You feel him tense up a bit, and you open your eyes to meet his questioning gaze, biting back a smile at the inevitable hope also shining there. “I’m sure.”

With that, Grayson hauls you up into his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal as he buries his face into your neck. He starts making the way to your bedroom, cooked food left long forgotten in the kitchen behind you.

“Are you wearing my signature scent?” he asks, inhaling your skin deeply.

“Mmhm,” you hum, threading your fingers through the back of his thick hair. It’s so long again, and you give the dark strands a sharp tug that makes him grunt. “Part one of my gift to you. Since you got so many for me today.”

“Part one, huh?” he says, crossing the threshold of your room. “What’s part two?”

“What I’m wearing underneath this,” you whisper in his ear, giggling loudly when he lies you down on the bed with more of a toss than he might have intended. “If you want it, that is.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t, and you take that as enough encouragement to tug at the bow tying your forest green silk wrap blouse together.

The folds part open and expose your chest, clad in that pink lace demi-cup bra with the cage detailing over the tops of your breasts. Grayson moans and dips down to nuzzle your cleavage, breathing in the scent of your warm skin. His hands trail up your sides, from your hips to your rib cage, until they settle in the dips of your waist. His touch ignites you, makes your back arch and your hips grind up against his thigh between your legs, just from the sensation of his hands on these new parts of your body.

“Grayson,” you sigh, and he smirks up at you with his chin on your tits when he realizes that’s all it took for you to say his name again.

You grab his cheeks and kiss that smugness away, shifting your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist once again, pushing down on the small of his back to get your centers to meet.

Both of you gasp into each other’s mouths when his erection rubs against your pussy, even through all the layers of clothing still on your bodies. You reach down blindly, still attacking his mouth with yours, and feel around for his belt.

His pants come off, followed by yours, and he sits you up enough to push your blouse off your shoulders rather gently considering the intensity of everything. Once the garment is tossed over his shoulder, you’re down to nothing but that pretty lingerie and he in his boxer briefs.

There’s a moment of pause and clarity for the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as the reality hits of what you’re about to do. What it means to both of you. Grayson stares down at you, and places a hand over your rapidly thumping heart.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly, dragging his hand up your chest, over your throat, until he’s cupping you’re cheek and stroking your lip with his thumb.

You smile in return, then part your lips with your eyes locked on his, encouraging him silently to slip that digit in your mouth.

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he offers you his pointer finger instead, swallowing hard when you suck and swirl your soft, wet tongue around it.

Suddenly, he’s rolling the two of you over, switching positions so he’s on his back and you straddle him. You smile happily, taking your turn to duck down and attach your lips to the pulse point his neck, grinding down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’re so amazing, Gray,” you tell him, nipping at the lobe of his ear before kissing the underside of his chin. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growls back, cursing when you trail your kisses down the center of his body, giving each one of those moon’s their own special attention before continuing down.

When you get to the waistband of his underwear, you trail your tongue on the edge of the elastic and watch his abs contract with each shaky breath he takes. One little move of your hands, and you’ll finally get to see what he’s really packing.

But before you can even hook your fingers there to pull down, he’s tugging on your hair. “Fuck, fuck, c’mere. Please.”

You pout, but follow his lead, licking back up his muscular torso until he’s able to drag you to him for a deep, wet kiss.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, shuffling down on the pillow to make more room for you.

That takes you off guard. “But—”

“Do it. Please. I fucking have to taste you.”

Your body must be working ahead of your brain, because before you know it, you’re straddling Grayson’s face, his tongue is sweeping through the wetness in your slit, and his dark eyes are peering up at you from between your thighs.

“Oh... oh!” you cry out when his tongue starts flicking against your clit. He goes back to swiping up all your arousal, then suctions his lips around your clit. He’s using one hand to hold the lace of your thong aside, and the other dips first one finger, then two inside of you. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...”

Grayson moans, the vibrations erupting around your clit and sending you right to the edge already. You reach back and palm his cock, rock hard in his underwear still, and squeeze as he makes you cum all over his mouth.

He gets his fill of your cum as he groans and keeps up the motion of his fingers, the pressure of his lips, the softness of his tongue as your pussy pulses with each contraction of your orgasm. You wait for him to start letting up, but something about the way he’s working you just makes those waves stay steady rather than die down again. Maybe that’s his intention, because when you drop your head down to look at him with your mouth wet and agape, there’s a sparkling mischief in his eyes has he eats you out like his last meal.

Your hips grind against his face of their own accord, and you delve one hand in his hair while the other supports you on the headboard. You gasp out a quivering, breathless laugh as it all becomes just too much, and you try to lift off his mouth.

Grayson isn’t having it, though. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down, reveling in the moans and whimpers and squeals as he makes you cum again.

“Oh my god — enough, enough, I can’t...” you whine, shoving on his forehead until he releases you and drops his head to the pillow. You could already see it by the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he’s smirking wide, chest heaving as you slink your way down his body.

You collapse next to him in a daze, and he rolls on top of you smoothly, peppering little kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose. When you’re back in your right mind, you nudge blindly at his face so his lips find yours. He tastes like your pussy, and you sigh happily as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around his neck while his scoop beneath you, holding you close.

You continue to indulge in each other for a while, in the kisses you hadn’t been allowed to share until now. There’s something exciting about his familiarity and yet also this strange newness that has you absolutely desperate for him in every way.

“This is crazy,” you say when you pull back for air, studying his face hovering right above yours. You push back that stubborn chunk of hair that keeps falling into his eyes with a soft smile. “How did we end up here?”

Grayson turns his head to press his lips to your palm. “I don’t know. Is it too much? Should we stop?”

You shake your head vehemently, and he grins. “No, please. I think I just have to grasp that you’re really... mine now.”

He chuckles. “How do you think I felt watching you with that loser for five months?”

The mention of Conner makes you feel nothing — nothing other than gratitude for Grayson, that is. You slide your hands down his back, over his ribs, across his abs until your hand cups his dick.

His hips thrust into your touch, and you grin up at him demurely as you finally delve your hand past his waistband until you’ve got his length completely in your grasp.

He’s hot and hard and thick, and you start stroking him just to gauge the reaction in his face. He doesn’t disappoint, his jaw gaping open slightly, his breaths picking up, a flush rising to the apples of his cheeks.

Without warning, he reaches down and grasps your wrist. You pout, but he asks hastily. “Are we gonna have sex?”

You smirk. “Hell yeah.”

Grayson grins and shakes his head. “Alright, then you gotta stop.”

“Already?” you tease, letting him sit back and hook his fingers in the tiny string of your thong at your hips.

He gives you a look as he pulls the scrap of lace down your legs, then stands to push down his own underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you wish he’d let you blow him some before you hit the main event, but he says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to take any chances about screwing up the first time.”

You melt a little, reaching for him as he climbs back on the bed. “There should be some condoms in the drawer there. Just to be safe after... you know.”

He nods and dips down to kiss you before leaning over to riffle through the top drawer of your nightstand. He comes back with a purple square, which you take from him.

“Gotta practice an activity safely,” you wink, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his shaft quickly.

“Shut up.” Grayson rolls his eyes, but smiles softly as he settles between your legs just right. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he starts to sink inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as your walls suck him in and grip him tight.

He goes slow for a couple of minutes, allowing both of you time to adjust to each other. He stretches you out so much better than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can’t help but clench around him when you see those tattoos and smell his cologne and hear his voice — all things that remind you that this is Grayson fucking you.

He growls the first time you do it, then sits up hastily, pulling his face out of your neck when you do it again. He tucks his knees beneath him, sits on his heels, and hauls your hips into his lap as the speed of his thrusts picks up incrementally. Until he’s fucking you for real, and your tits bounce in your bra with every upstroke.

You shove an arm beneath your pillow, enunciating the curves of your body, and watch his expressions as he fights to hold back. His hair is disheveled, lip caught tight between his teeth and muffling his deep, satisfied sounds that mingle with your open higher-pitched ones. He catches your eye and his hands on your hips grip you so tight for a moment that you’re sure little bruises will be there in the morning — not that you mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly before slowing his hips and shifting down to give you a deep, sloppy kiss. “Turn over.”

You moan into his mouth, then follow his order, rolling onto your front as soon as he pulls out. You expect him to haul your hips up into the air, but he moves your hair off your neck and trails sweet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, his hand sweeping down the subtle curve of your back until he’s gripping your ass.

Grayson’s hand moves down your thigh and pushes it up and out once he’s cupping the back of your knee. The angle encourages you to twist your upper half until you have sight of him once again in all his angled, sweaty, muscular glory.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg him, already anticipating the fullness inside you again. Needing it.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asks needlessly, pushing into your pussy once again. You moan loudly, either in confirmation or from pure pleasure, it doesn’t matter. The angle is tighter, the tip of his dick hitting a spot so perfectly accurate inside of you that you can’t concentrate on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. “Yeah. So fucking sexy. So beautiful...”

“Gray.. oh fuck yes, right there,” you whimper, catching onto his arm as he leans over you and gives you those hard, steady strokes.

“Open your eyes, baby, lemme see them when you cum,” he growls out.

You open them as much as you can, your vision blurry, but you can still make out those handsome features soaking in the pleasure on your face. Watching and waiting for you to get yours so he can get his.

As soon as you’re clenching like a vice around him, Grayson is letting go into the condom. You can vaguely feel the throb of him as he cums in spurts, the sound of his masculine, drawn-out groans making you shiver and tense up even more on his dick. If it’s possible for anyone to sound as sexy as they look, Grayson achieves that in spades.

He collapses on the bed next to you, and you have just enough strength to roll over until he’s got you gathered in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and try to process everything. You had been hoping for nice sex today, and instead you got the best sex of your life.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence while you both catch your breath, after he pulls and ties off the condom, you smile into his cooling skin with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for making this the best Valentine’s Day of my life. Especially after it was starting to look like the worst.”

“You made this the best day of my life, period,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gray.”

[blazedgraysons]

Could we get a part 2 to the virgin concept please... Maybe their first time idk

a/n: holy shit, i’m so sorry that it took me so fucking long to finish out my requests. i’ve just been feeling super disconnected from tumblr, but here’s a little something as i get back into wanting to write and post. i’m gonna be clearing out my inbox over the next few days (not that there’s anything to clear lmaoo, i have like four requests I want to do), but if anyone wants to send me something, i would love to write it for you! many kisses, angels, thank you for reading anything i write. i really appreciate it <333

warnings: loss of virginity, more first times, an overuse of the word fuck and probably the softest smut you’ll ever see on this account.

(this isn’t really a series, but it’s suggested you read this and this first.)

“Stop trying to be sexy.”

Grayson’s outside, doing pull-ups, soft grunts spilling out of his mouth with every rep. He looks up, a bright smile on his face when he sees you standing at the entrance of the backyard.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He says, dropping down from the bar to move towards you.

“That’s more than enough, sometimes.” It was true; recently, it seemed you could be turned on by nothing more than just Grayson being Grayson. “Are you done, amour?”

He nods, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before walking towards the bathroom. You follow, sitting on his bed to scroll through your phone while he gets ready for a post-workout shower. Since the two of you have been taking your relationship further, everything’s escalated between you two - this unavoidable tension growing whenever you’re near each other. If anything, it was like waiting for the drop on a never-ending rise of a roller-coaster. You both knew what you were leading to, but neither of you brave enough to take the fall.

“Hey, have you seen my towel?”

And there was this part, the relentless teasing between the two of you. It was like the two of you knew about this cat-and-mouse game you two were stuck in, wanting to see who could give in first. Lingering touches whenever Grayson passes by you, warm hands always on your lower back and upper thigh. And, of course, the always semi-nakedness. He stood at the doorway, skin still shining with sweat from his workout and underwear low on his hips, showing off his abs and deep v-line. His constant working out recently has been paying off, appreciation present on your face as your eyes slowly drag down his frame.

“Y/N.” His voice roughly comes out, breaking your concentration of following a bead of sweat through the contours of his muscles. You hadn’t noticed your tongue slowly swiping over your lips, Grayson’s mouth drying at the small movement. You look up at him, trying to act as innocent as you can after getting caught checking out your boyfriend.

“My towel?” You don’t comment on how his voice is a few octaves deeper, instead choosing just to shrug.

“Probably in the wash. Just grab a new one.” He nods, watching you bite your lip as you continue to work yourself up over your own thoughts. You really weren’t joking when you had said that his presence was more than enough to turn you on, and he was starting to find it really attractive. He’s a simple man, and knowing his girlfriend finds him attractive is a healthy ego-boost, enough to make him want to see how far he can push you.

He walks over to you slowly, feeling a little stupid at this whole seduction attempt. The look in your eyes, however, resolves any insecurity he might be feeling.

“What… what are you doing?” You ask, stuttering slightly as you become eye-to-eye with his dick. You move forward to touch him, slip a small hand underneath his underwear, anything, but before you can, he stops you. He leans down to cage you in, arms on both sides of your body, so you’re face-to-face. He’s close, close enough that you can make out every minuscule detail on his face. He glances down at your lips, eyes several shades darker than when this whole interaction started, and you can’t help but moan softly, clenching your thighs as he moves closer. You feel the heat radiating off of him, and it’s like the two of you are feeding off of each other's energy, growing more turned on without having done anything yet.

He traces a palm along your inner thigh, stroking softly. Before he reaches where you want him the most, he reaches past you to grab his phone lying on the bed behind you.

“Forgot my phone.” He waves the iPhone in his hand before turning back to use the shower, laughing at the long slew of curses you’re throwing out at him. He knows that however long his shower is will be more than enough time for you to forgive him, being apart giving the both of you time to calm down. And if it isn’t, he knows just the way to apologize. He palms himself lightly, turning the water down to a colder temperature than he would’ve liked, but wanting to kill his throbbing hard-on. He knows he promised he’d wait for you, giving you however much time you needed to feel comfortable enough to sleep with him. However, he’s still a man in his prime, and he can’t help craving more than sloppy blowjobs and unpolished hand jobs. He craves you in the most intimate way, and it seems harder and harder to resist picturing you underneath him, softly moaning out with sharp nails trailing down his back, his mouth marking up your chest.

He shakes his head, almost as if trying to physically clear the image from his head. He was more than happy to wait weeks, months, even years until you were ready to be with him in that way, and he wasn’t going to let whatever fantasies he had ruin that. What the two of you needed was a hard-reset, something to break this rising tension between the two of you. He hops in the shower, shivering slightly under the cold water while coming up with a plan to romance you in the way you deserve.

When he’s finished, he walks out, surprised to see you with damp hair and a sundress on, seeming to have taken your own shower in the meantime. You smile up at him, already have forgotten the teasing from earlier. Grayson’s stomach somersaults at your soft smile, heart beating out of his chest with unbridled love for you.

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.”

It takes about 30 minutes for him to get everything together, ordering some food to be delivered to his house before you find yourself in the passenger seat of his Tesla, hair blowing in the wind as you sing along softly to the Kid Cudi song playing in the background. He looks over, smiling at the way your skin seems to shine gold in the setting sun. You hadn’t questioned where he was taking you yet, moreso curious at the changing scenery as you drive further and further out of L.A.

“You’re not kidnapping me, right? This is the part where you finally get sick of me?” You joke, hopefully trying to prod some information out of your uncharacteristically silent boyfriend.

“You can never be romantic, huh?” He laughs, looking at you over a pair of sunglasses. After about 45 minutes, you arrive at the beach, car parked near the sand. Grayson grabs the food out of the backseat, handing you the blanket that stays in the trunk of his car.

“A picnic on the beach?” You tease lightly. “Very cliche, Dolan.” He laughs, grabbing your hand.

“Humor me.”

He leads you along the shore, waves providing a background melody to whatever meaningless conversation the two of you are having. The moment he finds a spot he feels is secluded enough, he sets the blanket and food down, pulling you into his lap.

“You’re never this nice to me.” You raise an eyebrow jokingly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pepper light kisses along his face and neck, humming appreciatively.

“What do you mean, I’m always nice to you. Besides, can’t I spoil my gorgeous girlfriend?”

“Mhm, but you’re laying it on kinda heavy.”

“You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes playfully before taking out the food, handing you your meal before digging into his. You can’t help but admire the adonis of a man in front of you, the sunset giving him the infamous golden hour wash. He’s chewing on one of the sandwiches he ordered, concentrated heavily on the vegan goodness in front of him. He looks up at you, poking your face slightly.

“Quit staring. S’not nice.” He jokes, feeding you one of the chips. You don’t know why, but that simple act of domesticity does it for you, images of the future flashing in your mind. You see every part of your and Grayson’s life together, coming together like pieces of a puzzle. It seems overly apparent that there’s nobody else for you except for him, and you start to feel overwhelmed with love for him. There’s no doubt in your mind about what you want to do next.

“So, there's something I’ve been thinking about recently.” He turns to you, still chewing on his food. He cocks his head, giving you a sign to continue.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” His eyebrows furrow, confused at the lack of explanation.

“Ready to, y’know.” You trail off, tilting your head in hopes he’ll catch on to what you’re insinuating. When he still looks at you with a blank expression, you move your hand towards his dick, palming lightly over his pants.

“Oh.. oh!” He swallows deeply. “Are you sure, angel? I’m not trying to rush you or anything, just did this because I love you.” Your heart melts even further, and you lean forward, capturing his lips in between yours.

“Of course. Not doing this out of a whim or anything; I want it to be you because I love you. You knew that.” He laughs softly, pulling you closer to him for a light kiss. You lean forward, kissing him deeper, running your hands through his hair and shifting in his lap, trying to guide him in the direction you desired without saying anything.

“Now?” He questions. You nod, already leaning back in to keep kissing him. He pulls back.

“Are you sure, angel? I could make this better, get us a nice room, take you out to a nice dinner beforehand?”You shake your head. Whatever Grayson had planned in his mind, this was so much better - more the two of you.

“This is perfect, amour.” You assure, already leaning back into to continue where you left off. He holds your shoulder, stopping you from going in for the third time.

“Are you sure, Y/N? I want this to be perfect for you.” You stop, pouting slightly at his hesitation.

“Yes, amour. It’ll be perfect so long as I’m with you. Now, please. I don’t want to beg.” You whine, and if Grayson was any less of a man, he probably would’ve made you. However, he could feel you already growing warm in his lap, so he moves to kiss you, pulling you closer to him as he does. He feels every fiber of his being light up, electricity following wherever you touch him. You lean back, pulling on his shirt to get him to discard it. He takes it off quickly before leaning forward to kiss marks down your neck. You moan softly, trailing your nails slightly down his chest. You both lean back, breathing heavily as the sun sets completely, enveloping you two in darkness.

You take him in, not knowing what you want to do next. Even though this is your first time, you still want him to feel as good about this as you do, and so you move off his lap, him looking at you questionably. You lean down slightly, hands moving to unzip his pants. Before you could pull him out of his underwear, he stops you.

“Uh-uh, this is about you.” He grips your jaw lightly, bringing you back up so your face-to-face with him.

“What if what I want is for you to cum with your dick in my mouth?” You narrow your eyes teasingly, moving back into his lap while watching as his own eyes widen at your bold statement.

“Fuck, where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?” You smile at his response, feeling his dick jump lightly underneath you. You roll your hips experimentally, swearing breathlessly when he grips your hips harder. He controls your movements, peppering kisses from your neck down to your chest.

“Fuck, Grayson. Please, I need more.” You’re not exactly sure what you’re asking for, but he, knowing you like the back of his hand by now, is already pulling your dress off. He groans slightly when your tits are exposed, nipples hardening due to the cold ocean air. He leans forwards, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly, circling the other nipple lightly. He switches sides once he’s had his fill, giving your other breast the same attention, watching as you arch your back into him. Once done, he kisses down the valley of your chest, stopping at the edge of your underwear.

“Lay back.” He whispers, moving you, so you’re laid out on the blanket. You don’t hesitate, leaning back on your elbows, so you don’t miss a single movement. He slips your underwear off, whispering a ‘fucking perfect’ once you're exposed to him. He glances up at you again, features illuminated by moonlight, and you can’t help thinking how that statement perfectly describes him as well: fucking perfect. He licks a long stripe before sucking on your clit slowly.

“Grayson!” You jolt, slowly growing wetter with every movement. He slips one finger in, moving slowly.

“Grayson, more.” You whine, bucking your hips. He places a palm down, trying to still your movements.

“I know, I know. Gotta stretch you out first.” He curls his finger a few times before adding another, and you moan louder. It’s slow torture, knowing that he’s right about prepping you properly but also just wanting him to fuck you already. He moves his hand to rub your clit, and you’re done, moaning loudly as your orgasm wrecks over your entire body. You knew it wasn’t going to take much, already having worked yourself up the whole day. He leans back, letting you catch your breath while he slips off his pants and boxers.

“You good?” He checks in, watching as you focus on his dick in front of you. He laughs slightly when you just nod wordlessly and reach forward to jerk him off, hand moving up and down his shaft. He moves out of the way to position himself in front of you, sudden nerves appearing in his stomach. He’s not a virgin at all, but he might as well be, any previous experience flying out the door at the thought of wanting to make this memorable for you. He starts to stress, feeling this overwhelming pressure to make everything perfect. You lean up and kiss the crease that’s appeared in between his eyebrows.

“Just relax.” You whisper.

“I should be the one telling you that.” He chuckles. He coats himself in your wetness before slowly moving his hips forward, thrusting into you softly. And you suddenly understand why he wanted to stretch you out first, because fuck, is he big. You knew it already, having spent a lot of time sucking him off, but feeling every inch slide further and further into you makes the statement even more true in your mind. You whimper softly, and he pauses all movements completely, kissing both your cheeks lightly.

“You okay, angel?” He reaches down, rubbing your clit to help with anything you’re feeling. You nod, taking a breath. It’s not unbearable pain, just a dull ache from a foreign feeling, but the longer he remains still inside you, the more you want him to continue. You moan gently when he throbs lightly, wrapping a leg around his hip to pull him closer to you.  

“Fuck.” He whispers softly, staring down at where he’s bottomed out. He waits a moment, watching every expression on your face for any pain or discomfort. He starts to kiss along your neck and chest again, every kiss peppered with an unspoken vow of forever - knowing he had an unbreakable grip on your heart. You move your hips slightly, both of you moaning out when you squeeze around him. He rolls his pelvis into you, checking to see your response, and your eyes almost roll back from pleasure.

“Move. Please,” Your voice cracks and Grayson almost loses it at the expression on your face, knowing that this is all him. He’s the only man to ever make you feel this way, and if he had anything to do with it, it’d stay that way. He moves his hips again, watching as your face twists into pleasure, almost losing it at the way your velvet walls are gripping him. He picks up speed a little, still rubbing your clit consistently.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He rasps out, overwhelmed with deciding between to look at your face, breast moving with every thrust, or where his dick is entering and leaving your body. It’s almost like a sensory overload, and he prays he doesn’t cum too quickly to ruin this for you. You moan out loudly, not even having words to describe how you’re feeling, that being the only way to express how good he’s making you feel. Grayson thanks every higher power that the ocean is so loud, because between the wet noises from every thrust and your increasing moaning, he knows the two of you would’ve gotten caught in seconds.

“Fuck, angel. You’re doing so good for me, takin’ me so well.” You whimper loudly, eyes closing from his soft praises. He keeps that in mind, watching your reaction whenever he compliments you. He can tell your close, having spent enough time in between your legs to know when near cumming. Just as he thought, it only takes a few more seconds before you’re spilling on to his dick, back arching slightly. He stops, watching you so he can commit every moment to memory, kissing down your chest.  

“Aren’t you going to cum too?” You ask, opening one eye when you still feel him rock hard inside you. He looks down at you, wanting to shake his head at your expression. Here you are, recovering from your second orgasm, and you’re worried about him.

“About to angel, wanted to see you cum first.” He murmurs, kissing your neck once again.

“Cum for me, Grayson. Please, inside of me.” And fuck, he was close, but that does it for him, thrusting once, twice, three times before cumming deep inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, kissing you lazily until he feels like he can speak again.

“How was it?” was the first question that comes to mind, not wanting for you to feel any regret.

“I think I have sand in my hair.” You respond.

“I meant the sex, you asshole.”

“It was perfect. You were perfect, amour.” He kisses you softly, moving your waist, so you’re closer to him. You pull back, and he takes you in under the moonlight, sandy hair (which he knows you’re going to bitch about later) and swollen lips. You look so dazed and love-stricken, and he’s sure that if he saw himself, he would have that same dopey expression on his face. He leans in to kiss you once more until you open your mouth to ask -

“Can we do that again?” He slips out of you, you shuddering at the emptiness that overtakes you.

“Whenever you want, angel.”

“Now?” It’s at that moment that Grayson notices his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thigh, and he can feel his dick hardening again.

“Fuck, give me 5, and then I’m all yours.”

[spiffydolan]

It’s Real to Me (Grayson Dolan)

A/N- Part 2 for Let’s Make a Bet 

huuuuge thank you to @tidsoptlmist for helping get me started on this :’) xx

Warning- What if I said there’s a sad ending?? hahaha I’m kidding. Of course it’s a good ending

Word Count- 1.2 k+

“So where are you taking me on this lovely evening?” you asked, smiling up at Grayson as he opened the passenger door of his porsche for you.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he simply answered with a smirk then made his way to the driver’s seat.

As he closed his door, you said, “Nice choice of music,” noticing Khalid’s album American Teen playing on the stereo.

“Nothing but the best for you, y/n,” he said, knowing that it was one of your favorite albums. You could tell he was getting much more comfortable compared to when he first saw you walk through the door, so you took it into your hands to spice things up. He got his way by winning the bet, but you were going to ensure you would have your own fun.

He drove with his single left hand on the wheel and his right resting on his thigh, so you reached over and laid your hand over his. He immediately looked in your direction, and you simply smiled and said, “We’re on a date, right?” He gave no reply, only a smile, and returned his attention back to the road.

Your thumb grazed back and forth over his hand and occasionally made contact with his thigh as the two of you sang along to Keep Me. Finally pulling into the parking lot of your favorite restaurant in LA, you gasped, “Grayson! How did you get reservations here on such short notice?”

“I have some connections, babe,” he winked and parked the car. He quickly exited and ran to the passenger side to open your door.

You stepped out of the car and said, “So I finally get to see what Grayson Bailey Dolan is like on a date. Very chivalrous so far… I like it.”

He held out his arm for you to hold onto and said with a smirk, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

The two of you sat there, having finished your meals, his hand resting over yours. “This has actually been a really pleasant evening, Gray. I’ve really enjoyed myself,” you said with a soft smile.

“Surely you didn’t expect it to be horrible, right?” he said with a laugh. “I’m not that bad.”

“No, Gray! Of course not. I thought it would be a little weird, honestly, but it hasn’t been at all. I’ve been able to see another side of you that I haven’t seen before,” you finished with a smile.

“I’ve had a pretty good time too, y/n. You’ve been an amazing date,” he returned the smile.

Unsure of what to say or do next, you teasingly rubbed his pant leg with your heel and noticed his breath catch. You laughed and said, “I love teasing you, Dolan. It’s too easy.” You saw a faint blush creep onto his cheeks.

He ignored you and flagged down the waiter for the check.

Just as he reached to open the door of the restaurant for you, you remembered that you forgot something at your table. “Oh Gray! I left my clutch on the table. Would you mind grabbing it for me?”

He smiled and simply replied, “Of course.” You admired him as he walked away, but your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around noticing a tall, dirty blonde boy to which the hand belonged to.

“I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look. On a date?” he asked.

“Yes but no. It’s a little complicated,” you chuckled. “We’re just friends having a night out,” you said smiling up at the boy.

“Mhm,” he nodded and continued. “Well if you’re available, maybe I could take you out, myself, sometime.”

Just as you were about to reply, you felt a warm hand slip around your waist and pull you closer to its owner. “Sorry but she’s not available,” Grayson said. He immediately led you outside without saying another word, his grip on your waist only tightening.

When you finally made your way outside, you tore yourself from his grip and turned around to face him. “What the hell was that?!” He avoided looking directly at you, and he held a solid expression that you were unable to read. He hadn’t said a word, so you continued, “Grayson, this,” you gestured between the two of you. “This date isn’t real. Remember?”

“Well, it’s real to me!” Grayson spoke, raising his voice.

“What do you mean it’s real to you? This was all just because of a silly bet we made,” you tried to reason.

“That happy couple walking out of the coffee house yesterday - do you remember them?” Grayson said.

“Don’t change the subject, Gray. What do you mean it’s real to you?” you replied, growing irritated every second he avoided your question.

“Just tell me if you remember them y/n.”

“Yes, ok. I remember them. What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Y/n,” he started and held your hands in his. “I can give you that and so much more.”

You stood there completely speechless. This was real to him. You thought it was all just a game, but you couldn’t deny that you were having fun playing pretend with Grayson.

Grayson stepped closer to you and continued, “Look y/n. I’m not expecting you to tell me you’re madly, deeply in love with me. I’m just asking you to give me a chance. I know you may have thought this was all about the bet, but I know parts of it felt real to you, too.”

He was steadily moving in on you, and the way he towered over you, the deepened tone of his voice, and the admiration in his eyes for you made your legs feel slightly weaker. “Grayson, I-“

“Just give me a chance, y/n,” he interrupted you and then followed his words by leaning down to press an experimental kiss to your lips. It didn’t send fireworks through your body, and it didn’t cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach. It wasn’t any kind of magical moment, but it was natural. It felt right. It made you feel complete.

The kiss deepened, and his hands gripped your waist pulling you impossibly closer to him as yours ran through the hair on the nape of his neck.

You slowly pulled away from each other, trying to catch your breath. The two of you stood there waiting for the next move to be made, so you took initiative and said, “So earlier when you said I haven’t seen anything yet… what exactly did you mean?”

“How about we go back to your place and find out?” he replied with eyes a couple of shades darker than before. He grabbed your hand and quickly guided you back to his car, and you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal at the suddenness of this action.

You already knew this night with him would seem to last forever, but you weren’t sure what would happen in the days to come. You didn’t want to focus on that, though. All you wanted to focus on as he sped back to your apartment was the anticipation building up between the two of you and the way his hand was inching up your thigh, his grip growing tighter and he got higher.

I wasn’t planning on writing a part 2, but it happened anyways. I’m not planning on there being a part 3 either, but my words hold little to no water. Hope you enjoyed ♥️

[wetforgrayson]

20 questions / Grayson Dolan

A/n: English is not my first language, so sorry about the grammatical mistakes. Thank you!

20 QUESTIONS / Grayson Dolan

Summary: Y/N and Grayson play the good old game “20 questions” but with a little twist, every unanswered question means an item of clothing that's getting off.

Warnings : sexual content

Word count: 5.5k

You were sitting in Dolan’s living room, constantly checking the clock and watching your chance to get somewhere with Grayson getting smaller with every ticking of the clock. All of your friends – including Ethan – could easily see your crush. You didn’t mind though since they were rooting for you. Also leading you, since you had no idea how to make a move to Grayson when he was trying his absolute best to ignore making things weird with you. Your bold flirtatious comments were returning with a laugh or a head shake, your hand staying on his shoulder or biceps for a weird amount of time, or you putting your hand on his lap, dangerously close to his crotch was always left unnoticed. The tension between you was building, and lately, all you could think about was his lips, You wanted to feel his lips everywhere. No, you needed to feel his lips everywhere.

“Hey, Gray. Wanna play 20 questions?”  You try to shoot your shot. You knew that you weren't in high school so playing 20 questions now might look like a boring thing to do, but you had some plans.

If Grayson decides to play along, tonight might be the day you finally live your fantasies. “Why, like is there anything you don’t know about me?” He asked laughing without even looking up from his phone, but you were dedicated to getting him to play. You know he couldn’t say no to you twice.

“I’m sure there are, c’mon, promise to be honest and we will have some fun.” He put his phone down and gave you a look that says whatever. That was your queue to start your game. “Okay, ask the first question.” He tried to get more comfortable on the couch.  “let me think…”  You rubbed your hand on your chin, thinking about how direct you should be. You didn’t want to scare him off but you also didn’t want to start this with “What’s your favorite song?”  and then wait for hours to finally ask the questions you wanted to ask. You were feeling brave enough to play this game as it should be played.

“Alright, When was the last time you had sex?” You could see a little glimpse of a surprise when you mention sex at the first question but that shock changed into amusement really fast. You guys happened to be talking about sex now and then. It usually starts with one of you making some kind of sexual joke or reference which happens quite a lot considering both of you having a dirty mind. It always a good laugh but that’s it, you can’t say anything serious about your sex life or ask about his sex life without him making it awkward for both of you.

“Wait, we’re asking this type of questions?” You raise your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders, challengingly, as to say 'why not?'. He should’ve seen what you were trying to do. Your skirt wasn’t even covering half of your ass, and you were smiling mischievously. Ethan and the gang purposely making a plan that Grayson wouldn’t like, so you two could stay alone together. Everything was clear but Grayson decided to go blind once again.

“That was an easy question.” You protest, dramatically, even though you knew in seconds he would probably answer your question. “You know what? Let’s spice things up. If we don’t want to answer the question, we have to take one cloth off of our body. How about that?”

Grayson stopped for a second. His eyes staring deep into your eyes, trying to read your mind. You hope that you didn’t look like how you were feeling. Embarrassingly thirsty and desperate for him. So desperate that you have to pull this kind of shit. You just have to tease him enough, so he would drop his taboos and rail you like you’ve been badly craving since the first time you saw his face. “Fine by me.” His tone was also challenging and for a second he checked you out like he was imagining how you would look naked. A million butterflies were flying in your stomach and you could even feel your cheeks getting redder with every second. He just had to look at you to get you this frustrated and it was not fair at all. “ It was a week ago, I think.” It took you a while to understand he had answered your question. An “Oh” coming out of your mouth, unwillingly. His gaze was so deep on you that you could feel fires all over your body.

Don’t think about him fucking another girl.

Don’t think about him fucking at all.

You keep your gaze away from him and try to keep your mind focus. The images on your mind were distracting you, and you could feel the anger creeping inside of you. He could have all of you to himself. If he could be braver, you could give him the heaven.

You knew that with his unsuccessful attempts at relationships, and losing so many people over the years he was more cautious with you than ever. You didn’t want to wait anymore. Every second seeing his body, face and not getting to touch him was now psychically hurting you. There wasn’t one second your panties were dry when you were standing next to him. You have to have him tonight.

“Did you fucked the motorcycle guy in our old kitchen?” His question came out of the blue, confuses you. “What motorcycle g- oh. Him?” When your eyes met him his gaze was different. He looked more into the game, and his stare was intense. The last time you saw the guy he mentioned was almost two months ago. You wondered how he remembered him all of a sudden. Was he feeling the fires in his body when he imagines you with other guys like you do every time he even looked at another girl? You smiled softly at the thought of him getting jealous and possessive of you. Even though he was always a protective friend, the kind that always makes sure you’re feeling safe and nobody could lay a finger on you, him doing it for romantic reasons made your heart skipped a beat.  

“Nope, just blowjob.”  You answered when you could find your voice, however, it sounded way too dreamy for it to sound normal. Grayson threw his head back and groans in disgust.

”That’s disgusting.” You giggle at how dramatic he is. “…and you never bringing another man in our house. Like ever.”

He gets up from the couch to sit next to you on the floor. Now you both were sitting with your backs on the couch. You can smell his shampoo now and his much thicker leg touching your leg wasn’t helping you with your size kink either. You had to take a deep breath, so you wouldn’t lose it and start begging him to fuck you.

“Alright, get over it.” He rolled his eyes but you were too focused on your second question to notice it.

Be bold. Get him naked. Get him to get you naked.

One question popped into your head, and it made you smile devilishly. You remembered Ethan’s teasing him about watching porn a lot, and he would go silent immediately, going red in the face.

“What was the last porn you jerked of to?” He turns his head in your direction so fast that it made you laugh out loud. Bingo.

“What do you mean what was the..?” The innocent look on his face was cute, but you know it was full of crap.

“Oh, shut up. You know exactly what I mean.” You both laughed, you wouldn’t mind hearing his answer but you would definitely rather seeing him shirtless.

“Not answering that.” He took a deep breath, looking guilty. “Well, you know the deal.” You smiled proudly while watching him taking off his shirt. You saw him shirtless probably hundred times by now since he wasn’t a fan of wearing shirts, but it still turns you on anyway. Tying not to stare obliviously at his thick and tanned body you sit and wait for his next question. You knew that he can get bold when he wants to. Even though that was what you wanted you were still a little nervous.

“What was the weirdest place you did something sexual? Apart from our kitchen of course.” He turned his whole body to you, sitting crosslegged this time. You relaxed when you heard his question.

“Probably on a plane? Oh, I once had sex in a boys locker room in high school. One of these places, I think.” You laughed at his unamused expression.“You could do better.” You raised your eyebrows at his bold comment, still having a coy smile on your face. You adored him when he was this confident, even cocky you have to say. He wouldn’t usually show this side of him when you two were alone, and you were already so turned on that it made shift uncomfortably. You were dripping wet.

“They couldn’t give me better, Gray.” You said kind of mockingly, but he looked like he understood what you really want to say. Give me more Grayson, fuck me on the highway, fuck me anywhere you like. You broke the eye contact and shake yourself up mentally, so you can ask him his next question.

“Okey, so, if you know your partner would %100 say yes, what’s the one thing you would do in bed?”

“Oh, good question.” When you felt your neck aching from looking at Grayson, you sat cross-legged like him. Now your knees were touching each other, and you can’t help but smile at this little contact like you were in high school.

“I kinda do everything I want, you know..”

“Sure, Jan.” You both laughed, but it took two seconds before Grayson became serious, slightly leaning forward like he was about to give you an important secret.

“Mhm, you know what I would like to do? I would like to tie them on my bed and blindfold them. With a vibrator between their legs, enough to get them on the edge but not enough to make them cum. Keep them like that for at least two hours until they crying for a release. Then making them cum for like ten times without a break.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You thought he would just say anal or something like that, but he decided to put a crystal clear image into your mind. You never heard him say such things before, and now he was so unbothered talking about his fantasy, sitting shirtless and however more close to you than he was two seconds ago. Probably well aware of the wetness he caused in your panties. You let out a shaky breath and he looked like he was about to laugh for a second. You knew he was doing this on purpose just to get you more frustrated.

“That was weirdly specific.” You try to break the awkward silence with a joke. “You wanted to know.” You stayed silent knowing very well he had a valid point. Starting to get scared of the game you had started. You could say Grayson had an idea and not knowing what that is made you incredibly anxious. You try to read his mind like he always does to you. He was teasing you, enjoying your reactions and part of you wanted to fight back and not give him the satisfaction. You couldn't help though, he has great power over you.

“Have you tried anal, miss Y/n ?” You lick your lips, your mind immediately filling with the fantasies of Grayson fucking your ass hard while holding you down, pulling your hair, whispering dirty things in your ear as he moans loudly. You just nodded your head as to say yes, trying hard to get yourself out of your dream paradise. Grayson was confused about your silent answer, waiting patiently for you to say something. You couldn’t say anything though, scared to let out a moan if you open your mouth. Feeling yourself getting hotter, you made a mental agreement with yourself to take off your shirt on the next question, no matter what the question is. Just excited to show off the green set you choose to wear for him.

“I’m thinking of a question.” You explained yourself when the silence became uncomfortable, and you saw him giving you a confused look. Not pleased with the way you answered his question.

“What is your favorite part of my body?” You asked the first question that pops into your mind, getting a sweet laugh from Grayson. He checks you out from head to toe like it was the first time he saw you.

“There are lots of body parts of yours that I love.” You put your cold hands on your burning cheeks. His voice sounds so loving that it made your heart melt.

“I think I have to choose your thighs.”

“My thighs?” You asked, surprised by his answer.

“Yes, I love your thighs.”

“Are you just saying thighs because you don’t want to say boobs ?” He laughed and the melody of it warmed your heart even further. You were on fire for this man.

“No, no. I mean, I love your boobs too. I just happen to love your thighs more.”��He shrugged his shoulders as he kept laughing at your confused face.

“Okay, my next question is .. what was the last dirty dream you had?” You didn’t remember any specific dream so you decided to make the move. Starting the take of your shirt from the bottom, slowly. Spreading your legs and taking your time so that he would have time to catch a glimpse of your dampened panties. Finally taking off your shirt, not looking at him. You fixed your hair to give him more time to check you out. Acting casual you slowly raised your head and catch him looking at your breast. The material was so thin that he could probably see your hardened nipples easily. He moved his relaxed arms from his side to the front of his pants. His cheeks getting redder while he locks his eyes with yours. You smile at his attempt to not stare at your boobs.

“ Grayson, have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

“What?” He practically yelled, eyes wide open with shock. You couldn’t stop the giggle that’s got out of your mouth.

“You heard my question, Gray.”

The dangerous look in his eyes was getting you way too excited. He looked like he was mad at you, you didn’t really mind it though. If he’s going to let all of his anger on you later then he could be as angry as he wishes now. He didn’t say anything else before moving slowly, in a teasing way, eyes not leaving yours for a second. His hands moving from covering his bulge to the waistline of his sweats. Giving you enough time to watch his every move. You shivered when you realize he was about the take-off his sweatpants. He looked too pretty with his tanned and muscled chest, it made you felt dizzy. You weren’t sure if you could handle him standing in his boxers.

He took off his pants as fast as possible. His perfectly tattooed, muscled legs were full-on display. You couldn’t believe yourself for getting turned on by some man's legs. You were openly checking him out with a smile. The serious look on his face made him even hotter. When he sat down again he leaned in so much that your noses were about to touch and you could smell his scent.

“My turn, right?” said Grayson sitting back as before, you felt threatened by his voice. You whispered a weak yes. He smiled for a second, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did. You know that was his thinking face. Something about it freaked you out. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes pinned at him, trying to look innocent for some reason. It took him one silent moment to ask his questions.

 “ Are you wet right now, Y/n?”  You hold your breath, clearly intimated by this moment more than you think you would be. You imagined this moment before, you asked yourself what would you do if he decides to play along. However, at that moment, you had no idea what to do. Grayson’s breathtakingly beautiful eyes were staring right in your soul, you couldn’t even think properly. You try to bear with the thick tension in the room and find enough confidence in you to move.

You get up on your knees, pulled your skirt up slowly with your hands. Exposing your thighs that Grayson loved so much apparently. He was watching your every move, very carefully. Curious about your next move.

“Why don’t you check it yourself?” He flashed you a smirk, but his expression changed in the blink of an eye. He clenched his teeth, and before you could even understand what he was doing he was on his knees too, towering over you with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Your breath got stuck in your throat. You closed your eyes out of reflex, your chest touching Grayson’s, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

“I will.”  He was acting so fast, not giving you any time to comprehend what was going on. He harshly pushed your legs apart with his knees. Tightening his grip on your throat when you let out a struggled moan. You felt his cold rings on your warm skin when he squeezed your thigh then moving his fingers up softly. Causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.  “Grayson..” you whispered his name simply because that was the only thing you had on your mind.

“Look at me.” He said with his deep voice. You ignore his demand, too distracted by his hand that was dangerously close to your pussy. Where you need his touch so badly. His finger brushed over your pussy, teasing you to no end. You bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning. Waiting so patiently for him to finally grab your pussy and give you the satisfaction that you’ve been praying for.

His hand disappeared, and you opened your eyes in panic, but before you could even check for his hand you felt a sharp pain on your ass cheek. The kind that you liked. You screamed at the unexpected pain, however incredibly turned on. His hand was now on your ass, causally caressing it.   

“I said look at me.”

You nodded your head submissively hoping that it would calm him down. You wanted him to be harsh with you, but part of you was scared that if he gets too mad he could just leave you. You look him in the eyes and the second you made eye contact his hand went back to the inside of your skirt. His forefinger rubbing your pussy so slightly. You wanted to push yourself back on his finger but manage to hold yourself back. His eyes only left your eyes for a minute so that he could take off your skirt. You were in luck today because when your skirt was gone, and he saw you in your green lingerie he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his hand in your panties. You moaned and your frozen arms go to hold his wrist on your throat, making him loosen his grip. You didn’t dare to break the eye contact until he started rubbing your pussy just like you wanted. Hard but slow, making you both hear the wet noises that come out of your pussy, and you completely lost control of your body. Leaning on Grayson and throwing your head back with parted lips, enjoying your moment. There were fireworks in your eyes from finally having him touch you like that.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” You nod your head even though he wasn’t asking a question. He let go of your throat to wrapped his arm around your waist, afraid that you might turn into a puddle without his support.

 “ Did I get you this wet?”

“Yeah..” You cried out. He was knowing that already but hearing it set him on fire. His dick was now hard as a rock, and he couldn’t wait to buried it in her, tearing her apart.

“I bet I can make you cum in seconds just rubbing you like this.” He laughed and you nodded again like it was the only thing you could do.

“ You would want that don’t you. huh?” You couldn’t disagree, only whispering with your brows furrowed.

“Yes, please Gray.”

“ That’s what you wanted the whole time, didn’t you? Just have me right here, on top of you.”

You said yes, annoyed by his cocky tone and his unsteady hand movements. You wanted more and your walls were already clenching with need. You push yourself down on his hand, the pleasure is the only thing you could focus on.

" You little slut. Show me how much you want to be fucked by me. C'mon, get naked."

He completely pulled himself back from you, and your walls throbbed in protest. There was a clear bulge on his boxers and your mouth watered by the sight. Grayson noticed what you were looking for, smiling like he knew what you were dreaming of. He casually grabbed his dick on boxers and gave himself a firm squeeze. He looked so thick like this, his thigh wide open and his hand stroking his dick. You forget what you were supposed to do, just standing there and watching Grayson with begging eyes.

“ Are you just going to stand there, baby? I remember telling you to get undressed.”

“Want to suck your dick.” You blurted out licking your lips, and his eyes glistened with a wild look. Feeling himself grow harder if that’s even possible.

“Want to suck my dick?” He repeated with a daring smirk. Curious if you can find the courage to say it out loud again. You nodded, looking a little shy about it now that he looked at you like that. He straightened up, one arm reaching for your hair and pulling you to himself, smoothly. Your lips crashed together, and you slipped your arm on his broad shoulder. You had no idea how the deal with the softness and the warmth of his lips, shaking from the intensity of the moment. Your lower lip caught between his teeth, causing you to shudder and moan into his mouth. You were dripping into your panties. Your knees were weak from the way he kissed you, taking away your breath in the most delicious way possible. He let go of your lips but didn’t pull himself back. Instead, his thumb caressed your plumb lip, his nose touch yours softly, and you both took a moment to gather your breathings.

“Grayson…” You whispered, there wasn't a trace of hesitation on your voice this time, “ I want you to fuck my face.” His stomach visibly tightened by how soft your voice sounded. You were asking him to burry his dick on your throat and somehow make it sounds so angelic. He lost the little bit of control he had over his body, moving to the couch like he was in a great hurry. You followed him on your knees, getting comfortable between his legs. For the first time, he seemed like he was the desperate one, looking as excited and out of breath as much you do.

His dick was already leaking precum in his boxer, making a wet patch. He gave you a sweet little peck on the lips. You put your hands behind you like your hands were cuffed, slightly jumping and causing your boobs to jump too. Giving Grayson a mouth-watering show. He lifted his hips, signaling you to take off his boxer that started to hurt him, and you obey like a good girl. Pulling his boxer down slowly, getting face to face with his thick and bulging cock. You let out a shaky breath before leaning in and licking his pink, leaking tip. The taste gets you even more excited. You took his dick on your hands, the fact that your hands look so small wrapped around his cock made your walls flatter with hunger. God, he was big. You pumped him a few times before gently wrapping your mouth around him. He moaned brokenly struggling to keep his eyes open. He even felt heavy on your tongue. You looked at Grayson through your lashes before you push your head down, taking half of his length on your warm throat without breaking the eye contact. He was the one that breaks the eye contact though, throwing his head back, murmuring a breathy "fuck yes." Pleased with his reaction, you started to move up and down. Taking him deeper each time.

Grayson tried to keep his moans to himself, he tried. But you looked so pretty with your plump lips on his cock, sucking him so deliciously. He couldn't help but become a moaning mess in seconds. You kept him in your tight throat, going down and down until your nose brush against his pelvis. Completely shutting down your airways. His hips jerk up to your mouth forcing a gag out of you. He shut his eyes tightly, fighting back his orgasm that started to creep around. Your eyes watered and your jaw started to hurt but you didn't pull yourself back, just to keep hearing Grayson's moans. You stayed like that until Grayson tangled his fingers on your hair and pulled you away. His dick was twitching and you didn't waste any time before wrapping your hand around it, pumping it faster. Grayson's thighs started to shake, he was so close already.

You only stopped pumping him until your breathing was fine enough to take him into your mouth again. You wrapped your mouth on his cock, his hand on your hair forcing your head down immediately.

“Fuck, so good.”

You let him take control, thrusting his hips, and pushing your head down at the same time. You didn’t have any gag reflex now. Saliva is all over your chin and some are on your chest even. Creating a perfect mess. You could cum just with his deep moans and his dick twitching on your throat. Grayson pulled away when he felt like he was cumming, taking a deep breath. He didn't’ want to be the first person to come. He wanted to see you come first.

“Come here.” A little disappointed about him not coming on your mouth you still follow his command. He grabbed you from your waist easily like you weight nothing, pulling you on his lap. He unhooked your bra in a second and immediately going to kiss and suck your boobs. His dick way poking you on your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing it, rubbing it slowly, and brushing your thumb on his tip. Your moans are the only noise in the room.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Oh, I'm going to fuck you.” He grabbed you from your waist, throwing you on the couch. The second your knees touch the soft couch his hand is meet your ass, the sound of his hand hitting your ass echoes in your brain. Your mind goes numb from how erotic this moment is, where his ring was stinking so nicely. He didn’t waste any second before pulling your panties down. He felt how wet you were but when he sees how wet you were his dick throbbed with want. You both needed each other so badly. Even though he didn’t want to wait anymore, he has to get a taste of your pussy, right now. Not giving you any heads up he leaned to take a lick of your dripping candy. You tasted exactly like what he would imagine you taste, even better. Sweet as nectar he couldn't help but start to goes faster, drinking your juices. His tongue was everywhere. His chin is getting wet from how fast and hard he was going for it. You were shaking, biting your finger so you could control your moans but you weren't exactly doing a good job about it. Crying out from the way his tongue moves and pushing yourself on his sinful mouth.

He suddenly stopped and pulled back making you whine and pout before you felt his finger rubbing you up and down your folds with the thickness of his fingers until he was pushing them inside of you. Taking it slow this time, watching how your pussy sucked in his finger.  Your mouth parted and your eyes glossed up with pleasure. He was only halfway, thinking about getting you ready but you’ve been ready. You push yourself back on his finger, taking him deep and moaning deeply.

“Yes, Grayson..” You keep repeating his name and it gave Grayson a weird feeling of winning. Also, there was a part of him that make you scream his name even more.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers… He let out a chuckle. “ Does it feel good baby? Do you need more?” He curled his fingers on purpose, making you gasp. While you were so lost at the sensation Grayson push his third finger inside of you. You’re so wet that his finger just slides in with ease. He fastened his past when you started to get louder, your falls clenching around his fingers.

“You’re going to cum, sweetheart? C’mon, use my fingers and cum.” He loved feeling how tight and wet you were wrapped around his fingers, he knew that you were going to take his cock so well.

. “Gray– Grayson, I’m gonna–”

You scream his name one more time before finally letting go, shaking while he kept his fingers inside of you, feeling how your walls flutter and clench. He took his fingers out, slapping you lightly.

“You can take my dick, can you?” You know he was joking from the tone of his voice but you nodded anyway. You felt his dick on the entrance, he ground on you trying to lubricate his dick with your soaked pussy. He was just so large, you knew he could wreck you when it’s inside and it made you tingle inside.

“Fuck me, Gray, please.”

“Patience, baby, patience.” You bite your finger worrying if your neediness made you annoying but when he pushed himself inside of you all your worries flew away. You whimpered a weak yes, waiting for him to get balls deep with wide eyes. He started to move teasingly, only letting his tip in you then pulling out, making slow wet noises.

“Please, please, give me all.” You cried out, making Grayson spank you one more time. Your walls were throbbing again and even though you just came you needed another orgasm. Grayson on the other hand was rock hard, that was part of the reason he slowed down. He did give you what you asked though, sliding himself into you, burying every inch with a delicious moan. You bury your head on the couch, panting. He started to pound in you, starting slow but fastening when it’s starting to feel just amazing.

“Sweet little pussy, should've fuck it a long time ago.” His words made you feel high, overwhelmed with pleasure. You keep wanting more though.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he groaned, pulling out all the way, and thrusting back in all the way, making you feel it on your stomach. You were so close, his pace was getting faster and harsher. His dick throbbing inside you just like your walls. His dick disappearing in your gorgeous pussy was enough for Grayson to come done right there. He knew if he keeps fucking your sweet pussy he was going to cum.

“Oh my god, yes.” You screamed when his tip brush over that spot. Making your body seriously shake with pleasure. There was tear roaming in your eyes and you try to run away only for Grayson to hold you on the spot, keep hitting that spot with great pressure and pace. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuck yes, Grayson.”

You screamed one more time and come undone. Grayson wasn’t so behind of you, finally pulling out and letting himself cum on your ass. You both just stayed like that, breathing heavily.

“We really did this, huh?” Grayson said with a cheeky smile on his face. He felt happier than he ever did the whole year.

“Aren’t you glad we did?” You chuckle, looking back at his face. He leaned in to give you a peck, still new to the this new sensation. He could kiss you know, what? He caressed your face, so much love on his eyes.

“ Let’s take a quick shower, I have more questions I like to ask.”                                            

[vintagedolan]

hard day

I had a request for this but it has ✨disappeared✨ so here is a lil blurb about Indy having a hard day at work

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“Time of death, 19:09.”

Mrs. Evans began to scream, and all Indy could do was hold her.

“No, no, Emilia, my Emilia oh god, please no.”

Indy held firm, strong arms around the woman’s shoulder, turning her around and away from the hospital bed as the doctor left the room.

She sobbed into Indy’s shoulder, tears soaking into her scrubs.

Indy’s eyes were on the bed. Emilia had been on the unit for 3 weeks. And Indy knew. She knew from the day that they rolled her in in her little purple wheelchair that her chances were meek.

That didn’t change the way she cared for her. It never did, with any patient. But she’d learned to keep her professionalism in situations like that, as much as you could when your patient was a scared child who just wanted to be held.

But Emilia Evans was 2 years old when she died.

And Bekah Dolan was 14 days short of her second birthday that day, home with her dad where Indy couldn’t see her with her own eyes and watch her chest rise and fall with every breath and check her pulse.

Indy stayed an extra hour, comforting the mother with quiet reassurances, but mostly just with presence. She wished she could say she couldn’t imagine, but she’d seen enough for haunting images to be spinning in her mind of her baby, so much that her chest was tight when she was finally relieved of her duty.

She drove home in silence, blinking away the tears and the imagery of Emilia, cold and still.

Grayson perked up at the sound of the gate opening. He was proud of himself - Beks had gone down easily for the night after a busy day at the beach, worn out and content after her bath.

Grayson was excited for a night with his wife. But his expectations changed as soon as she walked in the door.

She was quiet, but not her usual quiet. Grayson could tell by the way she barely took the time to take her shoes off that something had gone terribly wrong during her shift.

He couldn’t help it - he hovered, stood up and followed her down the hallway even though he knew where she was going.

He was glad he’d fixed the creak in Bekah’s door last week. It was silent as Indy went in, sniffling quietly as she went up to the edge of the crib.

It was selfish, to disturb her. But Indy needed to feel her, hold her against her chest and breathe her in. So she picked up her daughter, cooing to her when she stirred until she got her settled in her arms, perfect little face squished up against Indy’s chest.

She held her for an hour, stared down at her and took in every breath and thanked the universe for her perfect, healthy girl.

Grayson watched his girls. He couldn’t imagine what she’d seen, and he wished he could never let her go back through those doors ever again.

But he couldn’t. All he could do was give Indy the time she needed to settle, and then it was his job to take care of her.

“Baby?” He whispered it after the hour passed. Indy looked up at him, as if she’d just remembered he was there.

“I’ve got her. Why don’t you go shower, get ready for bed hmm?”

It was nine already, and he knew she was exhausted. She nodded reluctantly, passing her daughter back over to her husband before she disappeared back down the hall, all of it catching up with her at once.

Grayson got in the shower with her even though he’d just taken one a few hours before. He didn’t ask - he didn’t want her to relive it. She’d tell him when - or if she ever was - ready.

His strong arms, and his steady breathing and his quiet reminders that their daughter was healthy and safe was enough for Indy to finally settle fully, to relax in his hold and kiss him softly.

Still, while she brushed her hair and put on her pajamas, Grayson went back into the nursery. He brought Beks back to their room, lined up the pillows on the left and laid his daughter in the middle.

He didn’t have to say anything when Indy came back in. She teared up and climbed in, pulling Beks against her as Grayson settled behind his wife, resting an arm over both of them. Indy turned her head to kiss him, a silent thank you, and Grayson held his girls until morning.

[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger| GBD

Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.  

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone.  Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something. 

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse.  Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner. 

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids.  Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson”   A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3 

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [4/-]

summary: after the catistrophic realization of inescapable confinement, y/n is taken back to her previous quarters and her abductor seems a little different..

warnings: swearing & mentions of smut (idk if i should TW this, there’s a subtle mention of “malnourishment”, just in case you’re sensitive to that topic)

a/n: y’all wanted it... on a real note, i appreciate everyone’s excitement and care for this series!!! i seriously love every single one of you <3

(masterlist) *including all capture parts

When you felt the warmth of his hand radiate around the coolness of your ankle, your heart fled from its natural position, all the way down to where he resistantly gripped you. And with a sigh, you fall to him. Hopelessness filled you and you knew he'd keep you one way or another. If there was any chance of escaping, this would have been it.

Your body was swiftly caught by his massive arms, and he held you tightly. Not only in fear of you trying to break free of him, but in pity of your sake. "Y/N, you can't keep doing this. I can't let you go, it's too dangerous." His hard and complex composure was stiffened and your body began to shiver with the urge to cry, revolt, and frankly a want to bash his head in. "What's too dangerous?! You can't fucking keep me here forever. I want to go home, and see my family and friends again. Not this stupid fucking house and it's stupid fucking walls that I look at everyday!" You held back the sobs of pain, whilst you gritted your teeth and spat your endless reasons as to why you want to leave this dungeon of a home. He didn't show any signs of emotion, although his eyes glimmered with a tinge of remorse.

"Listen, and do it well Y/N. All your questions and disturbances will be dealt with at a later time. You may continue your petty little escape attempts, but that will only lengthen your stay here. The better you act and obey me, the more freedoms and control you will have within this household. Understand that if you continue your acts of disobedience, you'll earn consequences." His voice was stern and cold as he walked the both of you back into the stubbornly freezing house, where your heart sank lower into your stomach and a sudden arousal drifted through you. Being held flush against his bare frontside, and the strong scent of his lingering cologne made you want to fling every piece of clothing that disconnected your bodies from being skin-to-skin.

"Consequences, you say? What're you gonna do? Tie me up and make me suck your cock? Spank my ass like it even hurts?" You breathe against his ear, his grip tightening around your suspended body. "Edge me until I'm begging for your permission to cum? Fuck me like a man would? Though, you've barely done any of those things, have you?" He groaned deeply to your words, kicking open a door and slamming you against it with your feet dropping to the ground. He roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, eyeing you with a sort of distressed anger you've never witnessed before.

Well, fuck.

"Are you questioning my ability to pleasure a women, Y/N?" You struggled under his firm grasp, a throbbing slickness beginning to pool at your core. Your body really had a mind of its own, it clouded your mind with images of him— doing exactly everything you had mentioned before, but better. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your eyes blaring into his challengingly. "More so punish, don't you think?" The hairs upon the nape of your neck raised as he lowered his body closer to you, only a few inches of distance between.

In an instant, he lowered his hands to the valley of your hips and spun you around, roughly pushing you against the door as he reattached his hands with yours right above your head. "You're a bit mouthy today, hmm?" His deep voice presumed right against your ear as he collided with your backside, removing one of his hands from above you and slipping it under the hem of your dress. He slowly ran his hand slowly up your thigh, creating a trail of goosebumps along with it. “Well you’re a little fucking touchy today.” You silently grin at your own little comment, though that quickly fades away as he reaches his hand up, cupping his large hand around your breast. “You think I’m touchy, huh?” He fiddles his fingers around your nipple, pinching only soft enough to send a small shock throughout your body. “M’hm, sir.”

Your reply seemed to frustrate him further as he drew his hand from under your silky night gown, gripping your hips and pushing you to the bed with what sounded like a growl almost. You turned yourself around to face him, sitting up on your elbows as you mischievously grin. “Oops, my bad, I meant yes Daddy.” Just two words is all it took for him to come to his final breaking point. He initially froze, except for his hardening cock, and just gave you a cold stare. He brought his hand up and motioned to you. “Come here.” To his words, you slowly rose from your position on the bed and stood, taking only a few steps until you were close enough to decipher the natural color of his eyes.

Hazel.

“Remove this.” He said in almost disgust, pinching the fabric of the nightwear you were under. You simply bent down, running your hands down your sides until your fingers were met with the ends of the fabric. From there, you pulled it up and over your head without a second doubt, revealing your half-bare nakedness to his eyes.

Not like he hasn’t seen it before anyway...

His eyes lingered upon your breasts a little long as well as your physique, until he noticed the small indent of your ribcage against your torso. You hadn’t eaten very much of anything in days, so you did look a bit— malnourished. A sudden wave of guilt erupted inside of him, his brows dipping downward and his eyes drooping. “I want you to go and take a shower, Y/N. There will be some clothes on the bed for you.” He drew his eyes away from you and slipped his hand along your shoulder and below to the small of your back to guide you to the restroom. You covered yourself with your arms and knitted your brows together, unhappy with the switch of things.

But a shower does sound quite nice..

“Is there anything specific that you’d like for breakfast?” It was so weird how his change of tone went from frustrated and horny to soft and caring. “No, anything sounds good.” You shortly replied, setting yourself beside the tub. He only nodded, letting his hand drift away from you, removing the nice warmth.

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Warm showers are underrated.

You didn’t take quite a long one, you only washed up and rinsed off, but the detachable shower head did look tempting...

After you had dried off and wrapped a towel around your head and a separate one around your body, there was a neatly folded pile of clothes laid on the bed as he had mentioned before. It wasn’t stringy lingerie or a skimpy night gown, a simple shirt and sweatpants— something you’ve honestly missed wearing.

It was rejuvenating to feel fabric against your legs, and a hell of a lot warmer than before. Maybe you’d be a bit more comfortable with the freezing temperatures.You pulled the loose shirt over your head just as a knock erupted from the bedroom door. “Come in?” You questionably answer, readjusting the towel above your head.

He didn’t have manners before..

“Do you like homemade pizza?” He questioned through the door, making a low grumble roar from your stomach and a smile widen your lips. “Yes, I do.” Now you were grinning ear-to-ear as he entered the room, a large plate that had three heaping slices of the most beautiful pizza you’ve ever laid eyes on. The tall glass of ice water in his other hand sent you over the edge too. “God, that looks delicious.” You basically drool as he hands it to you, an amused teeth-showing grin upon his lips as well. You take the plate and set yourself on the bed, practically inhaling all the water and attacking the first piece.

“Holler if you want some more when you’re done.” He somewhat chuckles as he goes to leave the room. “Did you fix your little problem?” You ask just before he grabs the knob, raising a brow and your lips forming into a funny smirk. “If you’re suggesting what I think you are, then no.” He simply answers, shutting the door as he leaves.

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"My mom's gonna kill me Grayson!" I whisper-scream with wide eyes, slipping out of my window and onto the rooftop. "Don't be such a wimp, it'll be fun." The little boy motions as I fully escape out of the house, grabbing his hand for guidance.

to be continued...