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My So-Called Wife
Naomi and Grayson are settled into a seemingly boring marriage with one jarring secret that can threaten their lives.
A/N: lmao okay if anyone see this, i’m going to die. i started working on this au probably like 1.5 year ago and i found this draft. i know i said i was done with this blog but honestly i really loved this concept and tbh worked really fucking hard on it so i want to put it out there. this was inspired by mr. and mrs. smith and a tv show called imposters. this is also very unedited but if you see this hi ily and tysm for reading if you do🤍
warnings: there’s some smut and violence. that’s all. also it’s very long - i think the longest thing i’ve ever written.
Naomi never thought she could be so bored with a dick inside her.
Until now.
Her head falls to the side slightly, vision catching bright red numbers blinking back at her.
15 minutes.
Grayson had been thrusting inside her for 15 minutes. He’s not touching her though she can’t remember the last time he had. The silence in the room is almost deafening, Naomi more preoccupied with counting the seconds between each movement.
Her dress is still on and so is his shirt. She doesn’t remember the last time either of them were both actually naked -probably the last time he actually touched her.
“Are you okay?” His gruff voice pulls her from her thoughts, her in the middle of questioning whether he was actually enjoying this. She nods wordlessly, painting a sweet expression on her face.
“Dr. Braun said this would be good for us.”
Naomi didn’t need a reminder, the memory of the chubby, short, balding man permanently implanted in her mind. He had greeted them from a swivel chair, high enough where his feet couldn’t touch the ground. She was already annoyed before he asked his first question, wondering why he seemed so delighted in her failing marriage. He had peered at them over a pair of crescent moon glasses, watching as they both filled out the questionnaire he given them. However, that they didn’t stop Naomi from missing the way his eyes slowly trailed over her figure in her sundress before scribbling obnoxiously in his legal pad.
Grayson had felt the growing tension between them, a gnawing feeling in his stomach that hinted that they were on the brink of divorce. He had suggested couples counseling, and Naomi, ever committed to being a devoted wife, agreed. However, the more time she spent under Dr. Braun’s watchful eye, the more she was beginning to regret it.
“When’s the last time the two of you had sex?”
“Aren’t you supposed to lead into that question?” Her tone is icy, eyes narrowed accusingly.
He scribbles some more, and Naomi can feel her own pencil snap under her harsh grip. Grayson’s hand anchors her, watching as he mouths for her to relax.
“I believe it’s easier to find the root of the problems if the couple is having intimacy issues. Normally, if a partner can’t perform, they’re hiding something? Is there an issue with what I’m asking?”
“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t prefer to spend my time having my every action analyzed.” Naomi catches the words ‘defensive’ and ‘arrogant’ being written and she opens her mouth, ready for a fight.
“It’s probably been a while. More than six months, I think.” Grayson interrupts her, choosing to answer Dr. Braun’s question instead.
“Then I guess the real question remains-“ Dr. Braun smiles wickedly at the both of them. “Do you two have something to hide from another?”
“I believe I’m pretty honest with her; there’s nothing I would hide from Naomi.” Grayson’s answer is earnest, heartfelt, saying everything Naomi isn’t. Naomi watches the way he fidgets, twisting his wedding band as he answer. Dr. Braun hums, scribbling some more before facing her.
“And do you?”
“ Do I what, Doctor?” She sneers, tapping her foot.
“Do you have something to hide?”
A loud snore startles her, bringing her back to the present. She turns to see her husband fast asleep.
Typical.
She waits a beat, counting to ten in her head to make sure he’s actually sleeping before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, sock-clad feet touching the ground.
She walks through their ensuite to their closet making sure to lock the door behind her. At the very end stands a mahogany armoire, one she had first bought with Grayson at an antique sale. He never realized its true purpose.
She pushes it slightly to the side, revealing a loose floorboard. When she removes the plank, she’s greeted to the sight of two large duffle bags.
So, yes. She was hiding something, something jeopardizing to both their lives. She sets aside the first bag, unzipping the second one.
Multiple passports, a ziploc bag full of cash, a burner phone. She takes another look at the file hidden underneath, a penlight tucked between her lips.
Name: Grayson Dolan
Age: 25
Occupation: Tech Consultant
A smiling picture falls from underneath the documents and she brings it closer to her face, examining his features slowly.
She was no stranger to the black widow op, seducing a wealthy man to take his money and leaving with nothing in return. It was practically how she survived, always receiving a generous cut from her agency.
This, however, was different. Grayson happened to work at a reputable tech agency that had been stealing money from her boss, embezzling him out of a quarter of his net worth in under four years, and a lot was riding on her ability to figure out how to get this money back. She flips through the documents again, scanning through her assignment outline. She was supposed to find a way into Grayson’s life, sneak her way into his job and get access to documents of proof of fraud. It should have been simple enough, over and done with in less than a year. Somehow, Grayson had found a permanence into her life. She had gotten used to waking up beside him and falling asleep to his soft snores in the evening,
A sparkle catches her eye and she looks down at her left hand, flashlight illuminating her wedding ring. A sign of broken promises and a marriage already built on a foundation of lies. She tucks the diamond under her finger, revealing the script embedded on the bottom.
Naomi Dolan - April 2022
Two years. She should’ve have been in and out, done with this in an under a year and yet she was heading into her third year of marriage. And everyday it was getting harder to differentiate between what was real and what was fake.
She sighs again, clicking her flashlight off and placing everything back in its original spot before falling asleep in her usual her spot next to Grayson.
When she wakes up, birds are chirping loudly outside the window, reminding her that she’s stuck in another day of suburbia.
She follows their unspoken routine, having fallen into a comfortable routine with Grayson. Everyday is the same.
They’ll wake up and brush their teeth, neither of them speaking, just stealing glances through the mirror. Naomi will leave for work, kissing him on the cheek before driving to work, where Grayson believed she’s simply an accountant. In reality, she’s at her agency, figuring out how to take whoever her boss is focused on down. Around 3:30, she’ll come home where she’ll sneak around and hope that today is the day Grayson would be careless enough to leave some information lying around before he comes home to her at 6, a hot-dinner laid out on the table waiting for him.
Everyday is the same.
“How was your day at work?” He’ll ask her.
Memories will through her head, laying the scene out like a flip book. Victim unrelenting to give information, another blood stained shirt tucked underneath the floorboard so he won’t find it.
She’ll sip her wine, coyly smiling over the glass. “Troublesome. And you?”
But today he does something different, breaking their scripted out day.
“We’re having a Christmas party, black-tie. It’s this Friday and I’d like it if you come with me, sweetheart?
Naomi hums, acknowledging his statement. In her mind, a Christmas party surrounded by a bunch of tech bros was the closest thing to Hell she could get.
“Dr.Braun said we should try to spend more time together. Said it’ll help with our marriage.” Naomi fights the urge to roll her eyes.
Another terrible suggestion by that terrible man.
“Andras is the head of another company. It’s supposed to be a merging gala, whatever that means.”
Andras?
Naomi perks up at the mention of that name, that was interesting to her.
Andras Graves had been one of the top marks her agency had been watching for the past year or so, taking over Grayson’s company in under two months. He was born into wealth, a trust fund baby that grew into a powerful man by the age of 22. He controlled over half the technical information in the western United States and having him on your side was valuable.
Having his information was even better.
“You didn’t tell me Andras was becoming CEO of both the companies.” She ask, hoping her tone remains steady enough to sound inconspicuous.
He twists his wedding band.
“We didn’t know until this morning.”
“Well, I would love to come then. Get to know this new CEO of yours.”
Grayson twists his wedding band again before smiling back up at her.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
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There’s really only three essential rules to a long term con: always stick to your story, never let your identity become comprised and never cross-disguise.
Fortunately Naomi had always been good at dress-up, playing pretend and leading a new identity. The more you do it however, the less glamorous it starts to become.
She adjusts her janitor uniform, pulling at the baggy pant legs. Her hair is tucked under an itchy and hot blonde wig. She knows how to remain unseen, unnoticeable to the passing eye. She keeps her head low, eyes downward as she pushes her cleaning cart through the bustling crowd.
Grayson’s company he works at surprises Naomi, a large high-rise with big glass windows and screens everywhere. Some displaying the news, some displaying stock information and others being used for presentations. The more Naomi looks, the more what she’s seeing makes less sense - so unnecessarily big as if to distract from something.
She continues walking, looking all around her and praying she knows what she’s looking for when she sees it. Doors to an evil lair, henchmen guarding an entry way or even a giant neon sign screaming ‘evil shit goes on here’. However, nothing useful catches her attention.
“Grayson, Andras wanted to see you later.” Naomi’s head whips back, spotting the way Grayson is walking right towards her. Instantly, she knows that regardless of whatever wig she has on, Grayson’s perceptive enough to recognize the supposed love of his life.
She takes in her surroundings, scanning for a quick exit but not seeing anything that will get her out of his way. He’s grows closer and Naomi holds her breath she’s running out of time until he’s close enough to see her. She tucks her head even further down, pulling down her wig to cover her face before rushing past him. She sees her getaway, walking through a pair of double doors, sighing out when she can lock them behind her.
“Excuse me?”
She turns around. Sitting behind a broad desk was none other than Andras. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a pale face. Everything about him is classically handsome except for his eyes, laced with vice and deceit.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just need to clean your office.” She slips into a airy French accent, hoping he’ll go along with no questions.
“Doesn’t cleaning normally come on Tuesdays?”
Life can never be easy, can it?
“The woman who normally comes is out sick, sent me here today instead.”
“Really, is Florence okay?” He smiles at her, almost amused as if he’s picking up on something she isn’t.
She swallows deeply. “She’s fine, just a brief touch of appendicitis.”
“Very well. Do I need to be in here or-?”He walks over to her, staring her down with such an intensity that Naomi starts to feel nervous - a rare feeling for her.
“I’ll be just a second.” She assures, slightly pushing him out of his office.
She takes a deep breath, standing in front of his desktop set up. Naomi unclips her bracelet, placing the flash drive into his computer before copying most of the documents onto there.
“C’mon, c’mon.” She whispers under her breath, eyes hurriedly focused on the loading bar. The computer dings, and she sighs out, clipping her bracelet back on before walking out. Not paying attention, she carelessly walks into the person standing outside, hand half-raised in a knock.
“Woah, watch out.” Two strong arms steady her, pulling her upright before she falls to the ground.
Hazel eyes meet green.
“Naomi?” Grayson asks.
She releases himself from his hold, quickly walking past him and into the crowd. She turns around to see him following her and begins to walk even faster, ditching her janitor cart to move through the crowd easier. Her heart is racing, the rapid thumping deafening to her ears.
“Naomi, wait!”
Grayson grabs her wrist, finally catching up to her and turning her so she’s facing him. She watches as he looks over properly, fully taking in who’s in front of him.
Naomi’s been trained to read emotions since a young age, gather what somebody is feeling in just a second based off of facial expressions and body language alone. She’s expecting confusion, panic, even anger. She knows how Grayson is supposed to react.
Instead, he surprises her. His whole demeanor radiates calmness, not even fazed by the chase she had just put him through.
He drops her wrist and smiles calmly, not even missing a beat.
“Sorry, I must’ve mistaken you for somebody I know. You have a familiar face.” He turns the other way, hands in his pocket as if he hadn’t just caught her parading around as another woman.
She stands in the middle of the lobby, still trying to calm the anxiety racing through her body. Mostly, she’s confused. She’s always been able to read Grayson like the back of her hand, growing in tune to what he’s feeling just from studying so long. So she knows she hadn’t missed the main emotion written clearly on his face:
Recognition.
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High stakes jobs require a level of calmness that are usually uncommon in most people. Naomi’s always prided herself on being a rational person, always able to stay calm in even the most stressful of situations.
“It’s done. I can’t do this anymore, I gotta get out. Call me when you get this.” are the first words out of her mouth when she’s in the car. She’s already called her agency, panic weaving it’s way through her burner phone. She’s unsure why she so rattled by her experience with Grayson, but something is off.
He should’ve reacted - yelled, responded or even yanked her away, or even explain to his coworkers - ‘Hi, sorry my wife is certifiably insane. No she doesn’t not work here and I don’t know why she’s dressed like this.’
She doesn’t understand why he remained calm, but ever nerve in her body is on red, screaming at her to run. She whips her car into her driveway and immediately crosses into her house, running up the stairs to head straight for the mahogany dresser in the back of the closet. She pushes it to the side, opening the second duffle bag to reveal her go-bag. She changes immediately, throwing on leggings and a black t-shirt with a baseball cap. She pulls off he gun taped to the back of the dresser, and almost as quickly as she ran in, she’s leaving, headed straight towards Grayson’s office on the first floor. She opens up the safe, hidden behind a giant painting, and grabs all the cash from inside stuffing that into her duffle bag.
It’s not until she’s halfway out the window that she notices something’s not right.
“Fuck, fuck!” She screams. Her bracelet is missing, panic rapidly rising throughout her body. She’s sitting one leg out the window when she hears dinging, loud noises coming from the thin Macbook in the middle of his desk. She walks over, clicking on the first folder that’s finished uploading.
Files are being uploaded to a cloud, documents after documents. She recognizes them, files that she had just copied from Andras’ desktop. Financial records of embezzlement, records of larceny and assault. Everything she was supposed to take back to her agency was being uploaded right in front of her eyes.
She drops her bag in shock, finally piecing everything together. Too caught up in making sure Grayson hadn’t recognized her, she had missed the way he had grabbed her wrist, hands deep in his pocket as he was leaving. She tries to steady her breathing, panic intensifying as she watches all of her work from the past two years go down the drain. Watching as everything she’s worked for slowly fall into the hands of her enemy.
She opens the last file, pictures of her loading the screen. As expected, Grayson had been watching her, longer than she had thought. Old ID’s, street cam photos, anything connected to her or another identity was being uploaded for Andras and his team to see. The final photo in the series is a picture from their wedding, Her smiling at the camera, happiness almost mocking Naomi’s utter despair at the realization that she is most literally a dead woman. Her identity being revealed puts everyone she works for at risk, and her agency doesn’t take that risk too lightly. Her burner buzzes a few times, and she takes a deep breath before reading the lone text waiting for her.
Identity compromised. Kill Grayson Dolan.
When Grayson started working for Andras, he hadn’t expected to be caught up in a criminal ring. He had taken a security job in his early 20’s, knowing that it paid well and was enough to keep him afloat until the next thing came along. He hadn’t expected to quickly rise up into Andras inner circle.
Everyone knew Andras was involved in some shady organizations; you don’t become as powerful as he did without a few skeletons in your closet. The closer he got to Andras, he realized he was actually in the midst of a graveyard.
He shouldn’t have been too surprised then when Andras approached him a year ago, dropping simple files revealing the true identity of his wife. Andras had explained the whole thing to him: how he had stolen some money from an ex-partner whom Naomi worked for, and she was helping to get revenge. He explained how she had been after him for years with no success and claimed how easy it would be for Grayson to get rid of her. It was practically perfect since she would never expect for her target con to be the one to take her down.
Grayson knew he should be angry, knew he should feel betrayed for being played a fool. However the only feeling was a sickness of listening to how disposable Andras thought his wife was. Luckily, it never got to that point.
In reality, the best way to avoid a takedown is to know what the other side has planned. And Naomi had dropped that precious information into their lap.
Apparently, she had gotten really desperate - actually showing up to his job in order to snoop around. And he wouldn’t have known her true intentions if he hadn’t noticed the bracelet, a gaudy piece of silver that he hadn’t recognized. She normally preferred daintier pieces and when he had finally had a chance to touch it, he recognized it for what it was. A hidden flash drive.
After that, everything practically fell into place. Knowing which files her agency deemed important, it was easy to cover Andras tracks. Delete whatever information they needed the most and the best part was he didn’t even have to confront Naomi.
Grayson just hoped Naomi would’ve been smart enough to flee, get far away from the house by the time he got home.
He sends a silent prayer to the universe before opening the door.
“Hi honey! How are you doing?” She’s chopping vegetables, music playing through the speakers.
Apparently the universe doesn’t listen.
She’s changed since the last time he saw her, obviously not wearing the grimy janitor outfit home. Instead she’s wearing all black - down to her running shoes. She’s finishing up the salad, a large dinner already set out on their expansive dining table. For a moment, Grayson can almost pretend like it’s normal. That they’ll sit down and he’ll ask her about her day. Almost pretend like none of today’s weirdness had even happened.
Naomi continues to hum along, At Last playing softly through the speakers. He recognizes the melody almost immediately, taken back to their wedding day when they had danced together - officiating their title as a couple. He had always loved that song, but Naomi refused to play it - claiming she didn’t want to taint her perfect memories to it. His face darkens as it always does when he thinks about their supposed past - how none of it was real to her anyways.
“Sit down, honey. Dinner will be ready soon.” She calls out, and she turns the music up louder while he obeys, walking into their dining room. He listens closely, recognizing that what he thought was humming is actually the soft murmurs of conversation. He strains, trying to listen, but all he can focus on is Etta James crooning.
He knows his wife is a smart woman, that she would have already pieced together what happened today. Theres no reason why she wouldn’t have left, already halfway across the world and away from him.
Unless there was something forcing her to stay.
He walks over to their china cabinet, reaching in the back to grab a hidden gun.
“You read my mind, honey. Grab the wedding glasses, please.” Grayson freezes, not from Naomi’s sudden presence behind him. He hadn’t even realized she had entered the room, setting down the salad bowl in the center of the table. He pauses at the word honey - the third time she’s called him that in less than five minutes. She never calls him pet names - even when they were dating. She always claimed she hated the cliche and while he was quick to shower her with sweethearts, babes and darlings, she always kept quiet.
The warning signs were always really there and Grayson curses himself for being too blind to recognize them.
Naomi is just as calm as she was in the kitchen, blinking at him owlishly as if wondering what’s taking him so long to grab those glasses and sit down. As he joins her, pouring a glass of wine and sitting across from her, he starts to wonder if he’s crazy. If Andras actually got it all wrong and Naomi isn’t who he thinks it is. The woman who is sitting across from him does not have the demeanor of someone who is waiting for their death - knowing powerful people are hunting her down. He swallows, taking a large swallow before looking at her.
He almost believes himself until he notices her hand, gaze flickering between her coy smile and her ring finger as she takes her own sip of her drink. In the entirety of their marriage, she has never gone without her ring. It had become a source of comfort for him, being able to look down and see the Tiffany ring on her finger - even when he knew the marriage was fake. She taps her ring finger on her glass, grabbing his attention and he recognizes the action for what it is. A silent message that the sham is over, that they both know the others game. She clears her throat softly before speaking.
“I know its not a special occasion, but I thought we should have a nice dinner anyways. We’ve been having so much trouble with our marriage and Dr. Braun did say spending time together was important.” She couldn’t hide her smile if she tried, and Grayson swallows as she throws his earlier words back in his face. He looks at all of his favorite food in front of him, a steak with mashed potatoes and salad in front of him. She never cooks like this for him, always settling for something simple and quick. He honestly didn’t even know that she knew how to cook this well, and almost cuts into his food before he stops.
Naomi is still staring at him expectantly, not even having moved to touch her own food. He pauses before looking down at his own plate, noticing a pile of white powder dumped on his potatoes. The pile was too large to be a seasoning and almost sat on top of his food like a mountain of snow. Naomi’s plate was missing the powder, and he turns his own plate away, biting into the steak instead.
He hopes she’s not cliche enough to poison him.
Naomi simply smiles, grabs some powder from a bowl and places it on her own food before taking a large bite.
“Emilia, the neighbor, brought back this special salt from Chile. She said it made every dish she tried better, and we both know how my cooking is. I didn’t put it on the steak though so it might taste a little,” She pauses before taking another bite of her salad completely avoiding her steak “different.”
He glares at her hard before swallowing his own bite.
“On second thought, darling - I’m not that hungry.” She nods getting up to collect both their dishes and for the millionth time that evening, he’s surprised by how calm she’s being. How can she act like everything is fine between them? Like this is just another day in their lives. Anger slightly swells in his chest and he speaks before thinking when she stands next to him.
“Y’know, the weirdest thing happened today. Saw a woman at my job who looked exactly like you.” She pauses before grabbing his steak knife, setting it on top of the other dirty dishes. He shouldn’t have done that. He doesn’t know what she knows and he could’ve at least pretended to be clueless. Maybe she really didn’t know he knew, and now he’s jeopardized everything.
“Weird.” is her only response and she walks back into the kitchen. He’s silent, planning an escape route before she can bring out dessert. The music is turned off and he’s never felt a quietness this loud before . Beads of sweat start forming at his hairline.. Something is wrong.
He just barely ducks underneath the dining table before the bullets make their way through the wall. He hears glass shatter, and immediately knows what’s been hit. Once her round is finished, he waits for the tell-tale clicks of a gun being reloaded before diving to grab the gun hidden in the china cabinet. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to do so before rounds are being fired off again. He inhales sharply when a bowl breaks above him. The shootings done almost as quickly as it started and the quietness is back. He holds his breath, listening to her footsteps walk in before standing up and shooting in her direction. Her eyes widen, taking in the fact that he’s very much still alive and darts back from where she came, hiding from his shots.
He walks out from his hiding spot, surveying the damage around him. Glass litters the entire dining room floor, bullet holes decorating their once-perfect yellow walls. He walks around to the entry foyer, turning in a circle to find a sign of to where she could have gone.
A zipping noise, steak knife literally cutting the tension in the air. He swipes his face, spreading sticky blood along his cheekbone. Of course, she had nicked him.
“Your aim is worse than your cooking, sweetheart.” He calls out. The house is silent in response, him starting to slowly move up the stairs.
He pauses at the top, cocking his gun and letting his finger hover over the trigger. His first thought is the master bedroom, quietly walking to the other side of the hallway. He makes it halfway before another load of gunshots works its way through the doors. Grayson quickly jumps over the banister, landing in the living room below. Naomi continues firing bullets below, using the upward angle as an advantage. He manages to craw into the next room, obstructed from her eagle-eye view. He knows she’s heading down the stairs and he’s getting tired of the cat-and-mouse chase.
“Sweetheart?” He calls out, “ Let’s tal-“
He’s interrupted by a load of gun shots, bullets breaking through the wall. It instantly wrecks, furniture flying everywhere and pieces of wood piling in the middle of the living room. Naomi fires three rounds before her bullets run out, silence calling out to her.
“You still alive, baby?” Her tone is cocky, arrogant and when she rounds the corner where she expected Grayson to be waiting for her, she’s confused when she doesn’t see anything. She walks slowly over destroyed furniture, moving things aside in order to find her missing husband.
“Grayson?” She whispers.
A firm grip behind her grabs her neck and pulls her around to face him. Naomi finds herself eye-to-eye with his gun, and she swallows deeply. She braces herself, watching as his face watches her own, staring deeply into his eyes. She’s silent, wishing to herself how things could’ve been different, ended differently. She silently asks Grayson to forgive her for what she’s done.
“You got me.” She whispers, and Grayson just stares at her, sighing before releasing his hold on her.
“Get out of here.” He whispers back, and before Naomi can say anything else, he’s gone.
{there was like another 3k words to this but i never finished that part completely. anyways hi and thank u for reading this if you see this note🤍🤍🤍}
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a/n: lemme stop saying this isn’t a series because at this point..... anyways merry (early) christmas if you celebrate it!!! wishing you plenty of presents under the tree and a stress free holiday <333
warnings: um this is all smut. like just 1.6k words of smut. enjoy
part 1 part 2 part 3
“It’s not going to fit.” You say warily.
“We both know that’s not true.”
He’s sitting in front of you, hand lazily moving up and down. You raise an eyebrow.
“Are you forgetting you took my virginity like only a week ago?”
He smirks at that, hand movements speeding up slightly.
Grayson has spent the past week fucking you, spending all his free time trying to get you in bed with him. He seemed to be insatiable, having had a taste of you and not wanting to let go.
You were brushing your teeth one evening when he comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.
You smile around your toothbrush, always welcoming the presence of your boyfriend. You had just figured this was his typical clinginess, wanting to be beside you every minute he can until you fully take him in through the mirror, noticing his appearance was different. His hair was tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it for the past couple of minutes, and he was already planting sloppy kisses along your neck, trailing from your collarbone upwards. He’s suddenly murmuring into your ear, “Wanna see you on top of me, angel.”
Everything you two had done for the most part has been pretty standard, missionary every night and alternating sloppy head in the morning. You hadn’t ventured too far into the sex world, and now that he was bringing new positions up, nerves were starting to ignite in your stomach.
“ I, I don’t know how.” You admit, knowing that that was already obvious to him. However, you were still caught up in wanting to impress him and make every new experience for you even better for his years of experience.
“Don’t care, I’ll show you.” He mumbles, still focused on marking up your neck, moving on to another side when he gets bored of the other.
Which is how you found yourself standing in front of him, you still in bra and underwear as he’s completely naked. He’s stroking himself, watching you like you're his own personal playboy, and you can’t help but clench your thighs at the imagery.
“C’mere.” He grabs your waist, pulling you, so you’re directly on top of his upper thighs. You squirm slightly, and Grayson can feel you dripping on to his leg.
“Why don’t you want to?” He’s not teasing you, just simply wanting to understand your boundaries and ease any nerves.
“Are you forgetting the part about you being too big?” You roll your eyes. While he had been able to bottom out since the first time, it still was a stretch, and he had to prepare you every time, fingering and eating you out before he could finally chase his own relief. You were unsure how you were going to be able to focus and be in control like how he clearly expected; you so used to him guiding you through everything.
You trusted Grayson, knowing that he would never settle for anything less than the best for you. And you know this was all still part of a deep-rooted insecurity of him having more experience than you, but he leans up to kiss you deeply, and you’re moving on his thighs again, dragging wetness across his tattoos. He groans lowly in his throat, looking down at the small wet spot on his leg before looking back up at you.
“Want you to fuck me. Please - angel.” There’s something so pretty about the way begging sounds coming from him that you nod, knowing that he could drag you to hell and back if he asked nicely enough.
You lean in to kiss him, feeling brave, and slowly slip your mouth open, tongue brushing against his. You position yourself, so you’re sitting on top of him as he trails his kisses down your neck and chest, leaving dark marks along the way.
“ I know you’re wet for me, want it just as much as I do.” He murmurs after a particularly harsh suck on your collarbone, dragging a finger under your clothed center to prove his point.
You buck your hips slightly, missing the way he drags his finger so it just barely brushes your clit, and he gets the message, pushing one finger in between your slit. You’re used to this, familiar to the way he fingers you and stretches you out so you can take all of him. He adds another and then another, watching at the way your body takes three of his thick fingers.
In his defense, he is patient. He curls his fingers inside of you, repeatedly moving as you continue to leak more and more for him. You moan slightly, chest arching into him. You keep moaning, louder and louder, until your cumming all over his hand, only the first orgasm of the night.
“Fuck, you sound so pretty for me, angel.” Your face heats up slightly, hiding in his shoulder while he sucks your arousal off his fingers shamelessly. You’re still not used to his excessive praising even if your body reacts differently. Still, it does light a fire in you, wanting to keep hearing the sweet compliments come out of his mouth. He's helping you get undressed, unclasping your bra and tearing your underwear off until you push him back, making sure he’s flat against the bed and rising so your pussy is directly above him.
He watches intently, eyes never leaving the way you slowly sink down on him. He lets you get adjusted, getting used to the fact you can feel every throbbing inch of him. You both let out a soft moan, his head falling back when you slowly rise back up. You get to the point where only his tip is still inside you before dropping back down again, slowly grinding up and down his dick.
It’s not breakneck, nothing too incredible, you still trying to get used to the pace and too wrapped up in your own head on what’ll make him feel good.
Grayson, however, is in his own world. On Cloud 9, as he watches you drag yourself up and down, up and down. His eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected, trying to commit every single moment to memory, so he never forgets this.
“Look so fucking good like this.” He growls, placing a hand on your ass, not doing anything but to ground himself in this euphoria he seems to have found himself in. He leans up to suck on your nipple, harshly sucking on your tit while playing with the other. You whine loudly, rhythm faltering as his tip grazes against your g-spot.
“Fuck, Grayson. So big.” The only thing that comes to mind, because he is. Even underneath you, you feel overwhelmed by just him: by his body, by his dick, by the twisted look of pleasure on his face, by the low grunts that keep spilling out whenever you twist your hips a certain way. It’s overwhelming, and his presence seems larger than life when he’s stretched out like this underneath you.
He wraps an arm around your waist, noticing how your pace is slowly starting to falter as you get tired, and starts thrusting up into you, planting his feet so he can reach even further and deeper than before. Your moans pick back up, watching as his face is set in concentration.
It’s funny how you had set out on making this night about him, and yet he’s grinding his hips into yours, set on making you cum before him.
He smiles smugly up at you, watching as your eyes roll back when he thrusts deep inside.
“Shit, Gray. I thought I was supposed to be - fuck” You whine out the last part loudly, him moving his hand down to rub your clit. “ S'posed to be fucking you.”
He doesn’t say anything, choosing to watch your body tremble slightly above his. Between your tits in his mouth, him rubbing your clit, and the incessant rolling of his hips, your orgasm is fast approaching.
Your nipple pops from his mouth, nipples wet and shiny from his spit as he looks up at you with his pupils blown.
“ Wanna see you cum all over my dick instead.” And if his actions before didn't do it, how fucking wrecked his voice sounds causes you to cum harder than you ever have before, your orgasm lighting every part of your body alive as your body trembles on top of him. You moan loudly, collapsing on top of him as ragged breaths come out of you, trying to catch your breath.
He keeps thrusting underneath you, too close to his own release to want to stop and feel the way you squeezed tightly around him, your own high forcing his body into overdrive. He’s snapping his hips relentlessly, and it’s almost too much for your body to handle, pubic bone brushing your clit into overstimulation.
You whine out, not knowing whether it’s for him to stop or keep going. But one look at the fucked out, determined look on his face gives you your answer for you.
“Amour,” you purr. “Cum.” It’s a simple demand, but it’s enough to get Grayson to falter, cumming deep inside you as he grinds through his orgasm. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, you getting used to the familiar feeling of him pulsing inside you.
He leans back onto the pillow, you falling on top of him. Both your chests rising and falling in tandem, as you listen to his erratic heartbeat try to find a steady rhythm.
“Have I ever mentioned how fucking hot you are?”
“Once or twice, yeah.” You mumble, sleepiness falling over you.
“You’re fucking incredible. That- that - was fucking incredible.” You start to grow shy under his constant praise and are quick to point out his work as well.
“Even if you did half the work?”
“Next time, you can be in charge.” He promises.
You smile wickedly, not even trying to hide the mischief in your eyes.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
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You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it.
A/N: Everyone thank Miss Ari for inspiring me to write this. This is also inspired by the lovely @punani and her fic “Sweet, St. Catherine” Everyone go give it a read if want to see this fic, but done better. 🤍
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: yeah this is pretty much only smut and Grayson being hot
Sometimes, you're just insatiable.
It wasn't like Grayson was doing anything that attractive. He was simply being himself, which if you're honest, is more than enough to turn you on sometimes. His smile is warm when he turns to check on you, noticing you've more than checked out of the current conversation.
It's a game night at a mutual friend's house, something that has become a weekly tradition during quarantine. Usually, you'd be able to hint to him what you want. A slight glance here, a lingering touch on his thigh, a subtle bite of the lip, and Grayson knows it's time to start saying goodbye. But with the two of you placed on opposing teams tonight, his competitiveness is coming through, and he's entirely focused on the game at hand.
The issue is he's close enough, but still too far away from you at this moment. He laughs at whatever joke that you missed and reaches up to stretch, unintentionally flexing as he does so. You bite your lip, watching him, wondering if his friends would mind you letting him blow your back out in the middle of the room.
"You okay? It's your turn." Your friend nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. Grayson sends you a confused look, slightly concerned at how spaced out you seem.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not really feeling," You look down at the game. "Monopoly?" You were pretty sure you were playing something else, too distracted by your boyfriend to realize what was even going on. You roll the dice and go back to boring holes into Grayson's head, hoping that he'll mentally pick up it's time to go home now.
Unfortunately, as incredible as he is, Grayson can be rather dense sometimes. It takes another 45 minutes until the game finally ends when he does come to check on you.
"You okay, angel? You seem out of it tonight." He sits next to you, leaning into you to whisper into your ear.
"Yeah. Just not really feeling game night anymore." You sigh longingly. You take this chance to fully appreciate Grayson. He's not even dressed that special, only in his Kids See Ghost sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His beards grown in a bit and his signature chain is peeking through. His cologne is warm and expensive, and any chance of you calming down has flown out the window.
While Grayson can be oblivious sometimes, he's perceptive enough to pick up the change of tone and the very slow once-over you give him. You watch as his eyes darken, pupils almost immediately turning his eyes black.
"Yeah?" His voice has dropped an octave, and he's leaning even closer, pulling your legs over his. At this moment, you thank the universe for your friends being too occupied by another game to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. Any closer, and you would be completely sitting on his lap as he started to trace loose circles on your thigh.
"Yeah," You repeat. "Think I'm ready to go home." He kisses your temple lightly before pulling you up and announcing your departure. You duck your head a little, embarrassed by the way your friends yell and laugh about the obvious reason the two of you are leaving. Grayson, ever the man, just holds his head proud, not even trying to hide how he's half-hard. His hand is low on your back, and you could kill him at the not-so-subtle wink he throws Ethan on the way out.
"So, that was embarrassing." You grumble once you're finally in the car.
"Please, as if they didn't notice you practically eye-fucking me half the night." Your eyes widen, and you hit him on the arm.
"You saw me! Why didn't you do anything earlier?" Grayson moves his arm to avoid your assault, mumbling something about how he's still driving.
"Angel, it was funny. Besides, it's hot when you get all needy like that." He moves your hand to your leg once you finally stop hitting him, rubbing up and down in hopes to get you to forgive him.
"I hate you." You cross your arms, ignoring the way his hand is slowly moving up your thigh.
"You sure about that?" With that, his hand disappears underneath your dress, immediately zeroing in on your clit and rubbing small circles over your underwear. Your legs open instantly, and already your whining softly.
"Gray." You whimper, want replacing whatever irritation you were feeling. His touch is light, teasing you just enough to want more but not enough for you to really feel anything due to the cotton fabric in the way. "More, please." You plead. Something, anything would be better than the feather-light touches he's currently giving you. Luckily, Grayson's just as needy and slips his hand underneath your waistband.
"God, how are you so wet already." He groans, circling some of your slick before inserting a finger slowly. Two loud thumps are heard as both of you lean your heads back.
"Gray, focus." You remind, jumping when the car swerves considerably to the left. You grip his hand to stop his pumping, and he finally refocuses, righting the car immediately.
He removes his finger, and both of you moan: you from the loss of contact and him from the shiny wetness left on his hand, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. Your eyes widen, and another wave of arousal floods your center when he takes a long suck, cleaning off everything you left on his hand, eyes never leaving yours.
If it wasn't for the streetlights, you would've missed the way his intense stare darkens even more, and your chest tightens. You slightly whimper, and he takes a sharp inhale.
"Just wait until we get home."
If you thought the want you felt during game night was terrible, being in the car with Grayson was even worse. The air heavy with anticipation of the rest of the night, both of you taking long glances at the other, wanting to have each other then and there. A part of you was surprised that Grayson hadn't just pulled over for car sex. Still, you did pick up how his speed considerably increased and the low curses whenever he was stuck behind a slow driver.
It didn't take long after that, only ten minutes before you were pulling into the driveway. Both of you taking a moment, silently preparing yourself for whatever laid ahead.
"Ladies first," Grayson smirks, coming around to open your car door for you. He pulls you towards him, giving you a deep kiss while simultaneously trying to get you even closer. It's messy and desperate, teeth knocking into each other and tongues frantically colliding. You were almost positive that if you didn't stop this soon, Grayson would just take you on the hood of the car.
"Baby, the door." You suggest, not really in the mood for another complaint from your neighbors. He obliges, sucking hickeys onto your neck while walking you to the door.
It was safe to say you were distracted, more occupied with whatever Grayson was doing with your body than unlocking the door. It only took the third time of you dropping the keys before he chuckles,
"Need some help?" He takes the keys from you and unlocks the door before continuing to make out with you. It's dark, and your grateful for Grayson's sense of direction as he moves you back towards his room, stripping you of your dress along the way. You break the kiss, reaching around to pull off his hoodie, leaving a nice trail of clothes on the way back.
You're both panting heavily when you finally reach his bed, both only in your underwear. He looks down at you for a moment, uncertain of what he wants to do you first. You, however, had your mind made up from the moment that stupid game night began and sink to your knees.
You place an open mouth kiss on the wet spot forming on his briefs, slightly sucking on the tip of his erection. He groans somewhat, letting you indulge for a second. However, once your hands reach for his waistband, he pulls you back up and pushes you back onto the bed.
"What was it I said earlier, ladies first?" He has a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes at his childness. He starts to pull your underwear off, blowing soft air onto your clit and watching as you clench around nothing. He leaves soft kisses on your inner thigh, sucking dark bruises while you moan. You place a hand in his hair, hoping to guide him where you need him most.
"God, it's like heaven sent you to me." He whispers before finally diving in, giving your pussy a sloppy kiss. If you weren't overwhelmed by pleasure, your heart would melt. Forgoing any teasing, Grayson continues to make out with your lower half, desperate to get you to cum and slurping any wetness you leak out for him. He's hopeless for you, snaking one hand up to play with your nipple while the other starts rubbing circles onto your clit.
Already you know you're not going to last long, waves building in your stomach as you feel your orgasm slowly approaching. You start to subconsciously grind your hips into his mouth, moaning louder and louder before he leans back, removing both his hands and his mouth, leaving you to whine as whatever pleasure you were feeling die out. You take a long look at Grayson, almost crying at how wrecked he looks. His mouth is swollen, glistening with your juices, and his hair is sticking up from where you were raking your hands through it. His eyes are dark, and you watch as he slowly stares at the way your ch before looking at the ceiling, palming at his dick.
"Gray?" You ask, a little concerned, and leaning up to reach out for him. He lays a large hand against your stomach to push you back down.
"Just... just give me a second." He grits out, still not making eye contact with you and nostrils flaring. Any other time, you would probably oblige, giving him, however long he needed to calm down in order to continue. However, you've been waiting for hours to cum, and after feeling your orgasm so close, you were sure you would start crying if you didn't cum soon.
So you move a small hand down to your clit, and start circling softly. You begin leaking onto the mattress, wishing it was Grayson touching you instead. You swipe up some more of your wetness, inserting a finger and pumping slowly.
Grayson looks down at you, heart dropping when he sees you fingering yourself.
"Y/N." He says, warningly, not being able to tear his eyes away from you. You add another finger, curling deeper, so you're hitting your g-spot.
"Gray," You mewl, "wish it was you instead." He leans down, moving your legs so he has a better view, and already you feel your orgasm building again. There was something unbelievably hot about this, watching Grayson watch you get yourself off. You've never thought about this in your deepest fantasies, and yet, you were already addicted to the way his eyes followed your finger's movements.
It only takes a few more pumps of your fingers and a slight pinch of your nipple before your cumming hard, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body. You pant heavily, Grayson stroking your hair as it works through you. You look up at him, noticing how desperately turned on he looks. From the way his pupils have almost covered his iris to his heavy breathing, you would've thought he came with you if it wasn't for his still solid erection forming a tent in his briefs.
You reach over for his waistband, mouth drooling, and ready to go again with how unbelievably sexy he looks. He understands and pulls down his underwear before standing over you. Your mouth drops slightly. You look up at your boyfriend, even more attracted to how wrecked he looks.
"You're too good to be true." You whisper, always amazed by the sight of your naked boyfriend. He's so pretty like this, tattooed thighs framing his cock. It bobs slightly as he moves up to kiss you, tip red and leaking precum. You make out briefly before he's leaning back, spitting on your clit.
You moan loudly. "Gray"
"Yeah."
"Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me." His breath hitches as you reach down, rubbing a thumb over his tip and spreading his precum across the head. He shudders slightly, leaning down to spit on your pussy again before slowly inserting you.
You both moan, knowing this isn't going to take much time for either of you. Grayson thrusts slowly, rolling his hips into yours, so his pubic bone brushes onto your clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you dig your nails into his back, leaving angry indents of crescent moons. You link your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
"Gray," You whine out. "More, please." Your voice sounds so broken, and that does it for him, snapping his hips into you unrelentingly. Your eyes roll back into your head, not being able to cope with the pleasure his harsh thrusts are giving you.
The coil in your stomach starts to build again, and you clench involuntarily around him, causing his rhythm to stutter.
"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice cracks, and you could've cum then and there. It only takes a slight pinch of your nipple and a few rubs at your clit before your cumming loudly and dragging your nails down his back.
He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, balls tightening at the blissed, fucked out expression on your face.
"Gray, cum in me please. Fill me up" And even though Grayson knew he wasn't going to last much longer, that does it for him. His thrust slow, sloppily cumming inside you before stopping completely.
You're both still, each other's heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. Grayson is the first one to speak,
"I think that's the best sex we've ever had." He reaches over to dap you up, and you snort, rolling your eyes while returning the gesture.
"Love you."
"Love you more." You kiss him softly, knowing your love is forever infinite for him.
#this is so filthy i’m so sorry#also i forgot how much i fucking hate writing smut#grayson dolan#grayson dolan x reader#grayson dolan smut#grayson dolan blurb#grayson dolan fic#dolan twins#dolan twins x reader#dolan twins smut#dolan twins blurb#dolan twins fic#blazedwritings
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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.”
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babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?
oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.
warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333
New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.
It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.
This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.
“I look like a disco ball.” You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.
“You look hot.” Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.
“Warning: Dolan at 3 O’Clock.” Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.
You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.
The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the other’s shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.
“Remind me why you two hate each other again? It’s been like two years.” Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.
“We just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people aren’t meant to get along.”
“Aw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.” Ali coos, fixing your hair.
“More like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.” Stella interjects.
“I do not-“ Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.
“I do not want to fuck him!” You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.
“Why not? I would; he’s fucking hot.” Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.
You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. He’s simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. It’s nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.
He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Ali’s eyes light up suddenly, and she’s whispering to Stella before turning back to you.
“Stella has to pee; we’ll be right back.” She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Grayson’s taking their spot.
He’s chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you can’t help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight, Y/N.”
“Yeah, I was just leaving. Decided it’s not really for me anymore.” You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.
“C’mon, it’s the last day of the year. Can’t you be nice to me just for tonight?” He asks, eyes shining with mischief.
“ Don’t you have some other girl to mess with?” You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.
“Why? You jealous.” He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.
“Over you? Hardly.” You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.
“Did you wear that dress for me tonight?” Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. He’s looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if you’re going to kiss him.
“Fuck you.” You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw should’ve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.
Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.
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Fuck Grayson Dolan.
At this point, you weren’t sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.
All you know is he was pushing every last button.
It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for me.' You had pretended like you hadn’t seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.
It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.
You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.
“Hey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?” Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if she’s been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.
“What are you two planning?” You ask.
“Nothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!” Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell she’s drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, you’re slowly walking up the stairs.
“Ali? Stel?” You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.
“What the fuck?” You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize it’s locked.
“We’re not letting you out until you guys kiss!” Ali calls out.
“You guys got 20 minutes until midnight.” Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.
“Oh my God, we’re not fucking 12. This isn’t 7 minutes in heaven.”
“Less talking, more frenching!” Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.
You roll your eyes, “You two are the fucking worst.” You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.
“Your friends are weird.” are the first words out of Grayson’s mouth, and you roll your eyes.
“They mean well, they’re just really … stupid sometimes.”You get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerby’s attention.
“Can you stop banging on the door? It’s annoying.” Grayson mumbles out from where he’s sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.
“I’m sorry, did you want to spend New Year’s locked in here with one another. I’m trying to get out.”
He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. “You realize it’s locked; we’re stuck in here. No one’s coming up here for a while.”
You hate to admit it, but you know he’s right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyone’s going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.
“We really should just sleep with one another.”
You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. “I think that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“Why not? I think you’re hot; I know you think I’m hot. Stop- don’t try to argue with me; I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Let’s just get this over with; clear start to 2021.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.
You roll your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with you Grayson.”
“What, scared you might actually like it?” He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where you’re seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You don’t say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.
He takes a deep breath, “If I kiss you right now, will you let me?” You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.
He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.
“If you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.” You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. It’s messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didn’t want softness, you didn’t want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.
He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.
“Like what you see?” He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.
“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I’m another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.” You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Grayson’s face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.
“Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now.” He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as he’s standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.
“Whatever.” You’re trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way he’s looking like he can’t figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.
He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.
“Watch it, asshole. Those aren’t cheap.”
“Trust me, I’ll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.” With that, he’s leaning down and sucking your clit hard.
You’re not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit he’s incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like he’s ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and he’s slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.
“Fuck, Gray- I’m about to cu-“ Before you can finish, he’s pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.
“Fuck you.” You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.
“Before I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.” He’s leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.
“If you think I’m gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -“
He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, you’re falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.
“Beg.” He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.
You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what you’re missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:
“Grayson, fuck me.” He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.
“Please, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.” You whisper. It’s not a lot, but he knows that’s probably the most he’s going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.
He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.
“You’re still a dick.” You whisper, no real sting to your words.
“Yeah, I know.” He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.
He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. You’re moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good he’s making you feel.
However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way you’ve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, he’s twisting your body around, so you’re on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. You’re arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. He’s practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, he’s releasing a guttural groan.
He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard he’s fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.
“Stop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.” He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Year’s and Grayson’s leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -
“How much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?”
10!
You didn’t think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.
9!
He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You don’t miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. “Fucking brat.” He mutters before he’s wrapping his hand around your throat again.
8!
He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.
7!
With the way he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know you’re gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.
6!
You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.
5!
He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that he’s going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.
4!
“If only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properly” were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.
3!
You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.
2!
You haven’t stopped moaning, volume picking up until you’re practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, “Fucking cum, Y/N.”
1!
The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Grayson’s pulling out to cum on your lower back.
Happy New Year’s, Y/N.” He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.
He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.
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Busy Boy
You and Grayson are FWB, but it’s hard when he’s with another girl.
A/N: I’m not saying this is because Grayson has had five girlfriends in a month, but that’s also not not what i’m saying. also listen to busy boy by chloexhalle if you want to hear the song this was inspired by.
Word Count : 1.3K
Warnings: Shitty smut, grayson’s kind of an asshole in this but you know what that’s fine, also this wasn’t proofed.
“i tell you what you want to hear all the time
just because you’re so damn fine.”
are you up?
Like clockwork you think. You unlock your phone to respond, noticing it’s only 9 o’clock. It’s a little early for Grayson to start his usual games since he typically waits until after midnight. Before you even move your thumbs to type, another message comes through.
do you want to come over?
You bite your lip at this. Grayson had been very silent recently, trading your presence for some Instagram influencer with thousands of followers. It wasn’t unlike him to stop calling in order to focus on whichever soulmate he found for the week. But no matter how many times he tells you this is the last time, he somehow always finds his way back to you.
cum over pls.
i need u
His texts are coming in faster, a tell-tale sign he’s started jerking himself off, and you can’t help clenching your thighs at the image that comes to your head. Ignoring all the warning sounds blaring in your head, you grab your keys and head for the door.
“Where are you going?” Your roommates sitting on the couch, glaring at you like you’re making a fatal mistake. (which to be fair, you probably are.)
“Just out. Need some fresh air.” You shrug casually, lying straight through your teeth.
Your roommate pauses and glares at you even more before responding, “You’re going to go see Grayson, aren’t you?”
You don’t respond to that, focusing on lacing up your sneakers instead.
“I thought you said that last time was going to be the last time. That you were done with him?” She questions, “Please don’t tell me you actually caught feelings for him.”
“No, it’s just,” You pause, searching for the right word “complicated.”
She snorts at that before focusing back on the t.v. Your phone lights up when she decides to speak up again.
“You know he probably sent the same text to like twenty other girls, right?” She asks condescendingly.
“Let’s hope I beat them there then.” Looking down at your phone, you see it’s a text from Grayson. You don’t even bother opening before sending three simple letters.
omw
You break about 15 traffic laws on the drive to his house, arriving at record speed. And yet, it was all worth it when you walk into his room.
“Took you long enough.”
Your mouth instantly starts to water. He’s already naked, stretched out casually amongst his bed. Like you suspected, he’s begun. One hand is casually wrapped around his dick, loosely jerking off. The other is behind his head, causing his biceps to flex naturally in a way that makes your head swim. Everything about Grayson radiates arrogance right down to his smug smirk at how he's rendered you speechless.
Choosing to ignore his snide comment, you walk over to him while stripping. Forgoing any teasing or foreplay, you immediately take his dick into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks instantly. It had been a while, you justify.
"Fuck-" he lets out a guttural moan, eyes glazed over as he watches you lean back from his dick and slowly start suckling the tip. You gradually stop sucking and drizzle spit on his dick, mixing precum and saliva to get his cock sloppy enough to jerk off. You kiss both of his inner thighs before he finally speaks again.
"Suck it, Y/N. Please." His voice cracks.
He sounds wrecked already, and you've barely done anything. You smile prettily at him. You dip your head further and further until his dick is grazing the back of your throat. As you go back up, you twist your hand to follow your mouth up to the tip before hollowing your cheeks and dipping your head again.
"Fuck. I missed your mouth." He groans, hands going up to grab your hair into a loose ponytail. You try to not let his words affect you, but you can't help but think about whatever girl had been in the same position as you. Whichever girl had sucked his dick last and hear the exact same thing. A sense of jealousy slides over you, and you start sucking faster, moaning softly.
He moans at the feeling of the vibrations and leans his head back onto his pillow. You take him further and further until at his base, drooling as you deepthroat him. He holds your head down, only letting go when tears start to form in your eyes. You take a few breaths before going down to kiss and suck on one of his balls, the other hand reaching down to touch your clit.
"Fuck, you're so good to me. The only one who can suck me off like this" He moans, music to your ears. You whimper softly around his balls before going back to his dick. His moans start to get louder and needier, a sign he's close to finishing before he's yanking you off his dick altogether. He pants a few, trying to regain his composure as you stare at him with a brow arched.
"Don't want to come just yet." He grits out as something shiny and reflective catches your eyes.
"That's new," you think to yourself. You can't help the crude jealous feeling that comes back when you notice his new tooth gem. You'd known about it, having already seen the pictures of her and what's-her-face on Instagram. But seeing it in person just hit you differently. Before you could think too long, Grayson, as if sensing something was wrong, grabs your neck bringing you down to his level until your nose to nose. His hazel eyes scan your face slowly before bringing you in for a deep kiss, tongue slowly entering your mouth. You move to straddle him, lining up his dick to your center. As you slowly sink down, he breaks away from you to moan loudly, eyes shutting instantaneously.
You moan, adjusting yourself to the sudden fullness before slowly rising up and down to bounce on his dick. Grayson watches for a few moments as your tits bounce up and down, before sitting up to take your right nipple into his mouth. You whine, clenching purposefully around his dick as you speed up. He lets go of your tit, moaning and reaching down to play with your clit.
"Fuck, you ride my dick so good." He says breathlessly. Grayson can't help but realize how wrecked you look. Hair tangled, makeup smudged from taking his dick so well, and eyes rolling back in your head. It makes him dizzy, and he can't help but close his eyes to stop from cumming right there.
"Cum for me." You beg raspily, throat already hurting from sucking his dick.
"You first." He smirks, reaching down to play with your clit again. He plants his feet down and starts thrusting into you, game over then and there. Your moans begin to pick up in pitch and frequency, and before you know it, you're cumming all over his dick.
"Fuck, Grayson," You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to jackhammer into you, not stopping for a second. He pulls you down to sloppily kiss you before feeling his own orgasm approaching. "Please cum for me. Want to feel it in me."
That does it for him, groaning as he cums straight into her. He slows down, stopping completely when he feels his orgasm die down. You both are silent for a second, processing what happened before you move to leave.
"I missed you, Y/N." He places a hand on your hip to stop you. You look down at him as he stares up at you, hoping to convince you to stay.
"I know, but you seemed busy." You sigh. He only looks at you before responding.
"I know, it was just family stuff." He stumbles through, lying straight through his teeth. You choose to ignore his lie and not to tell him that someone had sent you pictures of him and what's-her-face leaving some random party.
"Please stay. I know you don't like to, but just tonight, please." He begs.
And when you get a screenshot from your roommate about another girl getting a "you up?" text, you choose to ignore that too.
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Love Don’t Cost A Thing
Grayson buys you a car, Twitter stans are mean, and Grayson’s really good at making you feel better.
A/N: this is part 1 of fics I wrote a month ago, forgot about and finally finished. this started out as a simple fluff and idk what happened. also let’s pretend that Grayson still has a wrapped porsche because I could totally see him wanting to match.
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: horribly written smut and a lot ofme pretending I know about nice cars
God, some bitches will do anything for clout nowadays.
Honestly, when will Gray wake up and realize she’s just with him for his money?
What a fucking gold-digger.
Gold-digger.
That word rings around your head as you continue to scroll through the replies from Grayson’s latest tweet, each one nastier than the last. You sniffle, wiping your tears and locking your phone, before turning to look at your boyfriend through the bedroom window. He’s outside talking to Ethan excitedly over a car, not just any car but a 2021 Porsche 911. A car he bought just for you.
He had approached you earlier this afternoon with a broad grin. As easily excitable as he is, this didn’t feel out of the ordinary to you, so you simply raise an eyebrow while continuing to sip your coffee.
“Are you finished with your final yet, Y/N ?” He whispers out of caution that you might still be testing.
“Two more questions, then I’m all yours baby. What’s wrong?” A sense of worry washes over you since you know he wouldn’t interrupt you unless it’s crucial. He’d grown accustomed to your new routine since the pandemic began. After asking (begging) for you to quarantine with him, he soon realized that the time he thought you two would spend together was taken up by quizzes, essays, and exams as you finished up your senior year of college. While he was more than willing to take second-place to your studies, he was a little antsy for you to be finished.
“Nothing. I just wanted to show you something out in the shed.” Now, this you do roll your eyes at. While you were occupied with studies, he was out in that godforsaken tiny shed almost every day. Secretly, you were glad Ethan had foregone the bed idea because that was the only thing getting him to come to bed to you every night. You assure you’ll be out in a few minutes and shoo him away to finish the test that will ensure your bachelors.
Only twenty minutes later, you feel as if a crushing weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You crack your neck before sighing and closing your laptop, elated that the four years of your undergrad were finally behind you. You pull out your phone before remembering your promise to Grayson. You walk out the back kitchen doors and turn the corner, not expecting what was behind it.
Your mouth drops. Sitting in front of you is a shiny, white Porsche complete with a giant red bow on the hood. Your boyfriend sits on top of the back seats, dressed in a blue button-down and black slacks. Grayson’s beaming as he holds a bouquet of roses out towards you. You try to think of something, willing anything to come to your brain, but shock leaves you speechless so you start tearing up instead.
Grayson, mistaking your tears for anger or sadness, is by your side in a minute.
“Angel, what’s wrong? Do you not like it? I wanted to wrap it to match mine, but Ethan said it was a bad idea. But- but we can always go to the dealer and switch it out if you don’t like it or I can -“ He stammers, immediately worried that he had disappointed you. You cut him off with a deep kiss, relieving any worry that was flying through his brain as he grabs your waist to hold you closer.
“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Everything’s perfect. But why?” You question.
“Well, I wanted to do something special for you since you finished school today. And since we can’t travel anywhere, I figured this was the next best thing. You’ve worked so hard these past four years, Angel; I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.” He explains, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Your heart melts at this. While you had expected maybe a five-star dinner and hopefully some marathon sex, you had no idea your boyfriend would do something so extravagant for you. Never in your wildest dreams did you believe someone would care for you like this, and adoration begins to fill your entire being.
“Grayson, I- I don’t know what to say.” You’re astounded, and every time you look at the car, you’re speechless again.
“Hopefully that you like it. It was kind of expensive.” He jokes, now reassured that your silence is a good thing and not out of anger. You swat his chest before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. Just as his hands start to slip towards your ass, you pull away from him.
“Thank you, Grayson. For the car, for letting me stay here, for everything. I don’t deserve you-“
“Don’t start with that.” He cuts you off, leaning in so your foreheads are touching, “You do plenty for me, and if we’re honest, I don’t deserve you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, funny. There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for you, and you can’t change that.” Before you can even respond, you notice Ethan making his way out through the back door.
“Yo, what are you two still doing out here? Don’t you have reservations at six?” He yells out, towel over his shoulder and obviously not expecting the two of you to be interrupting his future tanning session. You turn back to your boyfriend, confused as Grayson sighs exasperatedly and looks up to the sky.
“I haven’t told her about that yet, dickhead.” Grayson yells back to his brother.
“Well, can you hurry up? I want to lay out for a bit, and the weather app says it’s supposed to rain at four.” Ethan asks. You can’t help but giggle, knowing Ethan’s just oblivious to the very intimate moment you and Grayson were having. Grayson huffs, annoyed that his brother is ruining his plan before turning to you.
“I booked us reservations at Il Cielo.” Your eyes widen at the mention of your favorite restaurant.
“But how? It’s been booked for weeks. We couldn’t even get in for my birthday.” You question.
“The owner’s daughters are fans, so I promised a couple pictures tonight in order to get a table. Now go get dressed, we can take your car if you want.” He explains. Images of you two dressed up while Grayson drives the new Porsche fills your mind and you slightly shiver. Grayson, raising an eyebrow to your reaction, leans down for another kiss with you. Right when Grayson’s tongue enters your mouth is when you hear the fake-retching coming from the other twin.
“Bro, go away!” Grayson groans, holding you closer to him. You’re both leaned up against the car as you turn to watch the interaction between the two siblings.
“Fine. But first, let me get a picture of the happy couple. You’d kill me if you didn’t get to flex how good of a boyfriend you are.” He says, grabbing his phone. Grayson moves to argue, but you silence him, posing for the camera instead. You both smile, looking happier and more in love with each other then you’ve ever been. And you can’t help smiling wider when you see the tag and pictures on Twitter.
It only took a few minutes before the hate comments started flooding in. You had set your phone down for a quick shower but returned to notification after notification. It was non-stop dm’s, tweets, and even responses to IG photos from 2016 about how you weren’t good enough for Grayson, how you were just using him, and how he would eventually find someone better.
Usually, you could just ignore it, turn your phone off and turn a blind eye to the negativity spewed at you. But you were already emotionally overwhelmed, and you couldn’t help the small part of you that agreed. What had you done to deserve a man who could drop thousands of dollars on you at a whim? You weren’t impressive, weren’t an influencer or a model, just an average girl who managed to catch his eye.
Your phone screen starts to blur as tears form in your eyes. You try to stop the burning feeling in your throat. Still, fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks onto the screen as you start sniffling, falling victim to your deepest insecurities. You were so caught up in yourself that you hadn’t even noticed Grayson making his way down the hall.
“Y/N, are you almost ready? We have to leave for the restaurant soon.” He yells towards his room, making his way to you before noticing your sobs. You look up at him before sniffling again, feeling sorry that he had to see you like this.
“What's wrong, Angel?” He asks gently, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. He wraps an arm around your bare shoulder, careful not to move the towel you had wrapped around you from your shower.
“Nothing, it’s nothing. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready.” You attempt to reassure, moving to wipe the tears from your eye. You wince, noticing how unbelievable you sound even to yourself, and you can already tell Grayson is unconvinced.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asks. You nod, not meeting his eyes, looking down at your lap instead. He softly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense stare. “So, what’s wrong?”
“God, it’s really nothing. Some fans on Twitter had just tweeted me some stuff and -“ Before you could even finish, he’s grabbing his phone to look at the replies, nostrils flaring as he reads what fans had mentioned you in.
“It’s honestly nothing, G. I was just being overdramatic.” You promise, wanting to drop it at this point and continue with the perfect day you two were having.
He’s silent for a second, which worries you more than anything since he always has something to say. You rub his thigh, trying to comfort him before he grabs your hand.
“You know none of that is true. There is no one better, never will be. My future begins and ends with you.” He whispers, sounding even more hurt than you. You stare at him widely, dumbfounded at the bold confession Grayson just dropped on you. Taking your silence as disbelief, he moves your hand towards his mouth so he can start kissing your wrist.
“Believe me when I say, Y/N, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. “ He growls, dropping your wrist to move in front of you. “What can I do to get that through your head?”
With that, he grabs your head roughly, bringing you into a hot kiss. You immediately whimper, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue slides against yours desperately as he rips your towel off you, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.
You pull away from each other, panting with desire and trying to catch your breath as Grayson goes down to suck warm, wet kisses onto your neck.
Moaning his name, you move to unbutton his shirt shakily while he continues to move down your neck to your chest. You shrug his shirt off before scratching your nails down his chest as he takes one nipple into his mouth.
Twirling the other nipple in his fingers, you arch into him before he’s switching to the other one and repeating this process. He continues like that for a while until you moan and whimper underneath him, trying to grind up into his lap.
“Grayson, please. Touch me.” You mewl, hips bucking when he drags a finger through your slit. Grayson sucks the mess off his finger before looking down at you darkly, hazel eyes turning a deep brown. He kneels down, spreading your legs and placing his large hands on your hips to hold you down. He places soft, open mouth kisses on the apex of your thighs and meets your gaze before speaking again -
“Mine. You’ll always be mine. Nothing can change that.” He promises. You clench around nothing, feeling like you could cum just from his words of reassurance. He notices how you react and sharply inhales.
“Fuck, so pretty.” He breaths out, and you’re not even sure you’re supposed to hear that, watching Grayson lose himself in the desire to express how deep his love runs for you.
He spreads your lips apart with two fingers before licking at your clit softly. He licks it again before pulling you towards him with a long, slow lick watching as you fall apart.
You already knew this was going to take no time on your end, but watching his intense gaze on you causes you to produce more and more wetness, to the point where you feel like you’re leaking onto the mattress.
He stops at your clit, circling it a few times with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He suckles on it, watching as you fall back onto the mattress with a high pitch whine.
“Grayson.” You moan shakily, moving to get closer to his mouth.
You start rolling your hips onto his face, grabbing your tits to ground yourself somehow. Your moaning consistently now, not knowing how else to convey how good he’s making you feel other than with high-pitched sounds.
He places his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to him, and starts making out with your pussy, savoring every sweet drop that comes out of you. He sucks harder before pulling back and rubbing at your clit with two fingers.
“So good, Angel. Perfect for me.” He gasps, lips swollen and red. His mouth is dripping, and he shakily runs a hand through his hair before diving back in.
He focuses on your clit this time, sucking hard while reaching to slide two fingers inside of you. He drags them back and forth, feeling you clenching down hard on him.
“Grayson, I’m so close.” You moan, getting louder and louder as he continues to flood your body with pleasure. He sucks on your clit even harder before dragging his fingers against a specific spot, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure. You scream as your orgasm rolls through you in shockwaves, simultaneously pulling away and trying to get closer to him.
He doesn’t take his mouth off you and groans loudly at how your pussy pulsates in his mouth. He notices he’s grinding in the air and presses a palm down to relieve some of the pressure in his pants.
You lay there with an arm over your eyes, taking ragged breaths trying to calm yourself down. Grayson finally removes himself from you and goes up to lay next to you, stroking your hair and moving your arm so you can look at him.
“Never has a man ever made me cum that hard.” You mutter. He laughs at that before he turns to kiss you softly, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue. His kissing grows sloppier and sloppier until he’s slotting himself in between your thighs.
You reach down to unbutton his pants and pull them and his briefs down as far as you can until he leans back to remove them altogether.
He gets back in position, kissing you some more while his rock-hard cock brushes up against your thigh. He grinds into you as you pull away from him.
“Gray?”
“Yeah.” he murmurs hotly, continuing to grind into you.
“Fuck me, please.” You purr.
He breathes shakily and lines up with you, rolling his hips into you slowly. You both moan at the first thrust, his guttural and deep and yours high-pitched and whiny. He slowly grinds into you one, two, three times before picking up and thrusting into you properly.
He grabs one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder, allowing him to reach inside you deeper. He speeds up, overwhelming you with the relentless snap of his hips.
“Grayson.” you cry as he reaches down to rub your clit. He groans, unsure whether to look at your aroused eyes, your bouncing tits, or how effortlessly his dick enters and leaves your pussy. He tries to look at all three before groaning, “So fucking hot, Y/N.” He leans down to kiss and suck at your neck before growling in your ear, “Don’t give a fuck what anyone says. You’re so perfect for me. So wet and tight.”
At this point, he’s speaking incoherently. So overwhelmed by how well you’re taking him that he’s saying anything and everything that comes to his brain. That doesn’t stop his words from going directly to your clit, and you moan loudly at his words, begging for him to fuck you harder.
He does as asked, and it isn't until he leans down to kiss you again that you feel your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You cry out while you dig sharp nails into his back, riding out your orgasm as he continues to pound into you. His thrusts stutter as you clamp down on him like a vice. He continues to roll his hips while cursing lowly into your ear.
“Cum for me, G. Please. I need it.” You whisper while scratching lightly up his back, hoping this will edge him on to finish. Sure enough, his hips stutter as his dick swells before hotly cumming inside you. He groans out loudly, rocking his hips slowly into you before coming to a complete stop. He lays down on top of you, grabbing a blanket to cover the two of you.
You run your hands through his hair as he softly kisses your forehead.
“I love you, no matter what. Don’t listen to Twitter.” He confirms, sleepily. You hum in agreement, kissing his neck as a response.
“I love you more.”
You both are quiet, the silence lulling you to sleep before Grayson is rapidly jerking himself out of you. You look at his wild expression, concerned.
“Fuck, I forgot about our reservations.”
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i’m ready for the concept😏
a/n: this is probably a lot softer than you expected. lmao sorry was in my feels when i wrote this. anyway’s here’s a lil expansion on this post
warnings: there’s some mentions of sex, but doesn’t really go super deep into it. it’s also unedited so bear with me <333
“What’s this?” Grayson asks, tracing along the bee on your ankle, a tiny yet delicately shaded piece of art. You look up from where you’re laying in his bed, lying naked under a blanket. Most of your legs are still exposed, showing off the tattoos you’ve been keeping hidden due to a rare LA cold spell.
“S’for my childhood dog. Her name was Honeybee.” You mutter, voice heavy with sleep. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but somehow Grayson is up and full of energy. He had gotten up a while ago, doing whatever to keep himself occupied while you drifted in and out of sleep. He eventually found himself perched on the end of his bed, watching as your body slowly rose and fall until his attention was piqued by the dark tattoo on your ankle.
“Didn’t know you had tattoos.”
“That was like the first thing you pointed out when we met.” You snort, remembering the day you two had met. He had loudly asked about your tattoos, wanting to know if you could recommend him a new artist in LA. He was more than happy with his current artist, just needed a cheap excuse to talk to the pretty girl standing in front of him at Whole Foods.
As you’re taking a trip down memory lane, he’s pulling at the blanket covering your bare body. You whine lowly, body slowly covered in goosebumps from the cold air as more dark marks are revealed.
“Yeah, just didn’t know you had this many.” His eyes are wide, taking in most of the details he had missed last night and sees your body is covered in different ink portraits. Some are small, most of them are large and he makes a notice how you keep most of them in places that can easily be hidden.
The first one he asks about was actually one that he noticed the night before. They were red devil horns on the apex of your thigh, right on the edge of your pelvis. He had made a note to ask about it before beginning to go down on you, and he brushes over it.
“That was my first one. My friend used to charge people to get shitty stick and pokes in the school bathroom, and I was her first ‘client’” You air quote around client, memories coming back of rushing through your hour lunch and hiding anytime an attendant walked by. You cringe now at the choice and how you proudly showed it off to anyone who asked you the next period, feeling so mature and badass. “I was 17 and so lucky it didn’t get infected.”
“Stop that.” You giggle as he continued to brush over it, tracing the small horns with the tip of his fingers. “Tickles.”
He stops, moving up to the larger piece on your ribcage. It’s a portrait of Medusa, face cracking as if she turned herself to stone. Her eyes are left bare, and there’s almost something hauntingly beautiful about it, expression ready as if she was planning on turning you to stone herself.
“Same friend, actually. She ended up becoming a professional artist.” You yawn, head drooping back down onto the pillow. You keep talking with your eyes closed. “She needed a test dummy for a larger piece, and I trusted her. It actually came out really well.”
Grayson nods, taking in the detailed line work of the snakes and the shading of her cracked cheekbones and nose.
“We match.” He can’t help but point out, eyes giddy as he pulls up his underwear to point out his own Medusa tattoo. You take in the naked woman on his upper thigh, snakes covering her hair and lower half.
“Didn’t peg you as a bush guy.” You joke, sitting up to trace over his tattoo like he does yours. He sharply inhales, and you smile, making a note of that in your mind.
“What else?” He asks.
You turn over on your stomach, flowers adorning your left shoulder.
“It’s my brother and sisters birth flowers - Roses for June and Marigolds for October.” Those were your favorite, though you rarely admit it to anyone. A permanent reminder of your roots, bringing your siblings wherever you went in life.
You roll back over on your back, and he moves up to sit on your upper thighs, still scanning up and down your body. You watch as his eyes zero in on your sternum tattoo. A rose wrapped around a dagger, almost as if the rose itself was a snake. It’s placed directly in between your chest, and he brushes over it lightly, hand resting underneath one of your boobs.
“Thought you would’ve noticed this earlier; specially with how long you spent staring at my chest last night.” You joke, tucking your chin unattractively to look down with him.
“Was kind of distracted last night.” He flicks your nose up annoyingly. “What is it though?”
“I don’t know, got it when I first moved to LA. Was trying so hard to be edgy and cool.” He laughs and you lightly cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t think it worked though.”
“Definitely didn’t work.” Grayson’s still laughing and you left out a soft hey in protest, kicking his ribs lightly.
He leans down, kissing the pair of dice above your collarbone. Their sides are up, both numbers marked at 11 and you answer before he asks.
“My angel number is 1111, and matching dice are lucky so it just made sense kind of.” He nods, smirking at the way you start moving as he lightly sucks a mark right on top of it.
You pout jokingly and the dark writing on your inner lip catches his attention. He pulls your lower lip down, rolling his eyes at the small Daddy tattooed along the inside of it.
“Bad mistake, but still a good memory.” You explain.
“Can’t believe I’m dating a girl with daddy tattooed on her.” He jokes and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
“Don’t you have grind tattooed on you? Feel like that’s somehow worse.” He laughs while moving his hand as you pull down his lower lip to reveal his own questionable tattoo choice.
“Okay, so it wasn’t the best choice.” He moves your hand away from his mouth before interlocking your fingers, bringing your hand to kiss along the vine wrapping around your wrist. He stops at the butterfly, kissing it once while looking at you expectantly.
“What about-“
You shush him, laughing lightly as you put a finger to his lips.
“As much as I’d love to continue the tattoo tour, we’d be here all day. And honestly, a lot of them don’t really have meaning, just thought they look sick.” He nods, understanding what you meant. There’s plenty of tattoos on his own body that he struggles to come up with a deeper meaning, not always wanting to admit he just got them to look cool.
“You know what this means?” You raise an eyebrow, shielding your eyes from the rising sun.
“We’re getting tattoos together on our next date.”
“A tattoo date? That’s kinda serious.” You tease, poking his side lightly as he lays back under the covers.
“What can I say? I’m all in with you.”
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virgin reader giving grayson a bj
a/n: i promise i’m working on requests, my life has just been incredibly busy along with me working on the no nut fic and some other exciting things for y’all!! anyways thank you for the request angel, hope you like it🤍🤍
warnings: first-time bj’s, lack of communication between these two, and grayson having a bit of innocence kink if you squint
this is a continuation of this request. you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on here (but you should read it anyways bc it’s kinda good lmao)
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If you were to list your worst moments when it came to love and dating, your first blowjob had to be near the top.
It was high school, junior year with some football player named Chad Daniels. You both were at a party, and honestly, the whole experience was less than extraordinary. It only took two seconds before Chad immediately tried facefucking you. All you could remember is the pain you felt from gagging and choking and almost instantly pushing him off of you.
Needless to say, it wasn't your favorite activity nor something you were that desperate to try again. Until Grayson.
It wasn't like you were dumb; you knew how much guys love getting their dick sucked. And with Grayson doing everything he can to please you, you wanted to return the favor.
You had planned to wake him up with morning head after that first time he ate you out, something cute, intimate, and if you're honest, probably very ambitious for your first time.
However, any worries you may have had were proven to be completely unnecessary when you woke up to Grayson licking into you. You jerk roughly awake, legs only staying in place due to Grayson's firm grip. It doesn't take long before your scream of surprise turns into moans, growing louder when you watch your insanely cocky boyfriend wink at you.
"Grayson, what the- what the fuck?" You softly moan out the last part, shuddering at the way he starts sucking on your clit.
He pops up, a cheeky grin on his face and lips red and shining.
"Morning!" He goes back down and continues working you higher and higher to your orgasm. It doesn't take long, melting under Grayson's touch. He watches your face, his expression star-struck, and just so fucking in love as he sees how he just made your body fall apart.
"You couldn't wait until after breakfast?"
"Angel, that was my breakfast." He kisses you softly, leaving you dazed as he walks to the bathroom.
It started to become a drug for him; Whether he was stressed, happy, or even just bored, Grayson was beginning to find a new home in between your legs. And with him dropping to his knees more and more, it only furthered your desire to do the same.
You started to notice. He would eat you out, make you cum, and then leave to go take care of himself. It was an annoying pattern that was being formed, but no matter what, he wouldn't let you do anything about it.
"Step-by-step, remember? This is about you." was always his answer, and while you appreciated his devotion to your pleasure, you were starting to crave him. Crave the weight of him in your mouth, the heady taste, and most of all, the visual of him cumming from your doing.
If you were ever going to take this any further, you needed to figure out how to show him that you're not just doing this out of an obligation, but because you absolutely desire to make him feel as good as he does to you.
So you follow his advice and take it slow. You start with light brushes, lingering touches on his chest and thighs, flirty glances. Grayson notices; he makes a few quips about how touchy you've become but ultimately believing it's the result of the two of you taking your relationship further. You move on to suggestive comments, openly making jokes about blowjobs and talking about his dick. If he notices, he doesn't say anything, just laughs and shakes his head, playing it up for the vlogs.
You sit on his lap when the car is too crowded, he moves you so you're not directly on him; you suck a lollipop in front of him, he goes into another room to "finish editing." It was almost as if the roles had reversed, him now being the one to run away. You were starting to feel frustrated, thinking he was getting some twisted joy from seeing you so flustered.
So you decide to approach it head-on, bluntly asking him during lunch,
"Why won't you let me suck your dick?"
He chokes on his sandwich, staring at you, shocked.
"Angel, what?" He dramatically coughs out, and you roll your eyes at the theatrics.
"Why won't you let me suck your dick?" You enunciate, speaking slowly while raising an eyebrow. He just stares back at you, not speaking or moving before going back to his food.
"S'fine, Y/N. I can take care of myself. This is about you." He doesn't look at you when he speaks, more preoccupied with his vegan BLT (which he made so you know it can't be that damn good)
You pout, pushing your food around with your fork. It's the same response he's been giving, and at this point, you're worried you might snap if you don't get a real answer.
"Are you seriously trying to tell me that whatever you're doing with your hand is better than my mouth?" He takes a sharp breath, pushing his plate away from him.
"Enough, Y/N. I don't want to talk about it.". If you were stupider, you would've dropped it, let him continue with his lunch, and let him go at his own pace. But you were becoming worried, wondering why he would shut you out instead of opening up.
"Gray," You move to sit next to him, playing with one of his hands as you continue. "You told me all you want is for me to be honest with you. Can you please do the same?" He sighs, taking a moment before answering,
"I'm just scared that once we start, I won't be able to stop. It's not that I don't want you to, it's just— I don't want to lose control and ruin anything for you." Whatever you were expecting couldn't have prepared you for that, and honestly, you were a little surprised. Selfishly, your fears were centered around your own insecurities: that Grayson didn't think you were good enough to, that he wasn't attracted to you, etc. As usual though, Grayson shocked you with how his universe seems to entirely revolve around you and your happiness.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was stupid." Grayson takes back, scared that your silence is one of fear or disgust. You place a hand on his arm, moving closer.
"Amour, don't apologize." You kiss him lovingly, feeling soft over how sweet your boyfriend can be. You pull away, kissing his cheek before continuing.
"Us taking this slow isn't just for me — it's for you too. And you know that whatever you want to do, I'm obviously down for as well" He smiles stupidly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But believe me, you've been making me feel really good lately." He perks up at that.
"And I really, really, really want to make you feel good too." You take his hand, leading him to the couch. His eyes follow your every move, not wanting to miss a single thing. You kiss him again before pulling away quickly, a thought coming to your head.
"You're gonna have to help me. I haven't done this that much." He nods rapidly, pants growing tighter with every word. He doesn't have exact words to describe it, but there's something so hot about the innocent look on your face, the way you're looking at him wide-doe eyes and waiting for his instruction. Something so pure about the knowledge that you still held onto so many of your first, yet so sinful that he was going to be the man to ruin that. You lightly lick your lips as you put your hair up, and Grayson's mouth goes dry at the movement.
"I'm pretty sure I've dreamt about this before."
"Let's hope I live up to the standards." He groans lowly as you sink to your knees.
"Trust me, you're already pretty close." His heart sinks when you rest both palms above his knees, and he can tell he's working himself up. After going a while without doing anything remotely sexual, the slightest touch sends little shockwaves straight to his dick. If the anticipation meant anything, he would probably cum the second you actually touched where he needed you most.
You unbutton his pants, sliding them down with his help. You stare at how his boxers are already tented, forming a nice bulge. Already you're feeling overwhelmed, not sure where you want to start first while just wanting to show him how much you adore him.
You watch as he slides his boxers down, and your mouth starts watering. Grayson obviously radiates big dick energy, that's no secret to anyone, and you've seen him freeball in grey sweats enough times to at least have an idea of what he's working with. Seeing the real thing, however, has you more turned on than you've been before.
"So big," You whisper, and Grayson's sure he could cum then and there from the awestruck look on your face. You kiss his upper thigh, right next to his medusa tattoo, before tentatively kissing the tip.
"Angel, please." He could cry, finally having you where he wants you, but not doing enough to relieve any of the tension he's feeling. He knows you're not teasing, not even entirely sure of what you're doing to him, and while he's usually not a beggar, he'll do whatever it takes to finally get you on him.
You nod, growing wet at his soft pleas before licking from his base to his tip. You take him into your mouth, sucking the head while watching Grayson's head fall back onto the couch. You lean back a little, spitting before taking him back in your mouth, going further than before. You continue that for a minute, bobbing your head slightly. You moan softly at your boyfriend's blissed-out expression, eyes glazed over as he looks at you sucking him off.
"Your hands, angel —use them. Please," He moans out the last part, having already added your hands the minute he said the word. You stroke up and down the part that can't fit, experimentally twisting them.
You're drooling now, covering both your chin and his dick, and honestly, your jaw is starting to hurt, but the look on Grayson's face is more than enough to keep going.
"Wait, off. Angel, get off." You pull off of him, scared that you've done something wrong. One hand is still lightly jerking him off while the other rests on his upper thigh.
"Gonna —gonna cum. Didn't want to in your mouth." He's breathless, panting to calm himself down from how you've worked him up. You push the hand away that is moving to replace yours and start sucking again.
"You're okay with that?" He questions and you nod as best you can, humming happily. Between the vibrations, how wet your mouth is, and the way your hands are moving, Grayson is done, cumming with a silent moan and eyes closing.
You take every drop, swallowing before pulling away to jerk him slowly. You watch with big eyes as he twitches and slightly jerks in your hand, riding the after waves of his orgasm. Once you feel he's finally done, you move up to sit next to him.
"How was that?" You're genuinely curious, wanting to know if it was as good for him as you thought. He opens his eyes, pupils blown and breath still a little ragged.
"Perfect." He kisses you deeply, shivering slightly when he tastes himself. "You're fucking perfect." He moves his hand lower, already reaching for your shorts, but you stop him.
You're tired, exhausted really. So you take him to bed, silently suggesting a nap, unaware of Grayson's self-promises to make you feel twice as good when you wake up.
#remember ladies#if you're man doesn't kiss you after you suck him off#he doesn't deserve head#grayson dolan#grayson dolan fic#grayson dolan blurb#grayson dolan smut#dolan twins#dolan twins fic#dolan twins blurb#dolan twins smut#blazedwritings
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okay so i didn’t really want to send a concept to you bc for some reason this anon thing scars me but... virgin reader and gray? mayb he eats her out idk?
A/N: wait honestly i’m so sad that this whole anon thing scares you. like feel free to come talk to me whenever you want, anon or not. but thank you for the request, sweet nonny, i hope i do it justice.
Also!!!! Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of . Literally doesn’t matter when you lose it as long as it’s with someone you trust and you’re okay with!! Now let’s get into it.
Warnings: yeah this is literally 2.8k words of just gray wanting to fuck. it’s nsfw for sure
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You weren’t trying to blueball Grayson, at least not intentionally.
It had started one Saturday night. You were in bed, flipping through some magazine when Grayson walked in from his shower. Your relationship is still very new, having just become comfortable to spend the night with one another.
He’s wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black briefs, water droplets sliding down his chest and towards his-
“Hey. Eyes up here.” He jokes, tilting your chin so you're looking at one another. You close your mouth, not even realizing you had started drooling. He’s smug, smirking when he discovers the effect he has on your body.
“Hey.” You whisper, still wrapped up entirely in the presence of your boyfriend.
“ Hi.” He whispers back, moving closer until his lips are brushing yours. You pull him into you, wrapping a hand around his neck so he can kiss you properly. It’s overwhelming, body heat radiating onto you, and you can’t touch him anywhere without feeling skin. This is the territory you’re most familiar with, making out needily like the both of you are high schoolers again. You’re still trying to pull him closer to you, not being able to get enough of him, and it’s not long before he’s crawling onto the bed with you.
He leans down, trying to get you to lie back, and you’re so distracted by what he's doing with his mouth that you don’t even notice his hand moving towards your leg. He trails his hand up your thigh, rough and calloused fingers moving higher and higher until -
You jump, trying to move away from him, and he pulls away rapidly, concern written all over his face.
“You good?”
“I need to pee.” You both speak at the same time. He looks at you for a moment, taking in your frantic, almost scared expression. Your eyes are wide and not meeting his gaze, breathing heavily. He’s not stupid; he can tell something else is bothering you, but you didn’t bring it up so he’s not going to press you.
“Yeah, go ahead.” You scramble out of bed and practically run to the bathroom. You know you’re overreacting and should probably just be honest with him. But you don’t want him to look at you different, embarrassed that he’ll only see you as inexperienced, innocent, and want to find someone else who can please him.
You splash some water on your face and walk back into the bedroom, Grayson dressed and some wilderness survival video playing on his phone. You kiss his cheek before turning to sleep away whatever shame you’re feeling, and not another word is said.
The second incident happens a few days later. You wanted to surprise Grayson with vegan french toast, for once, instead of the other way around. You had planned to make him breakfast in bed, but ever the early riser, he’s up before you can even put the food in the pan.
“What’s this, Angel?” He sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You jump slightly before turning to kiss him.
“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but you woke up too early.” He hums, watching over your shoulder as you measure out the egg substitute before placing kisses on your neck. What starts off as light and playful turns into deep sucks, sloppily kissing your neck in hopes of ending this morning differently than you had planned.
“ What’s up with you today, Bailey? You’re never this nice to me in the morning.” You moan softly at a particularly harsh suck, knowing that you’re probably going to have to go heavy on the makeup today.
“Don’t know. Think I just woke up hungry for you instead.” His voice is shot, gravelly with sleep and horniness. You’d be turned on if he didn’t press himself against you at that moment, letting you feel all of him.
“Gray.”
He hums, showing he’s listening, but more preoccupied with trying to move his hands under your leggings. You move away from him once his hands slip under your waistband. He looks at you, head cocked like a puppy. You get a chance to take a good look at him, clad in only his L.A. Kings sweatshirt and briefs. His hair is messy from sleep, but if you’re honest, all you can see is his morning wood. He looks at you expectantly, waiting to hear why you stopped him.
“I don’t want the toast to burn.”
He looks at the stove, then at you, then back at the stove.
“Angel, it’s not even on.” He places his hand in the pan, proving his point.
“Yeah, but if it gets too hot when I do turn it on, the toast will burn easier. Simple science, Gray.” You both know what you’re saying makes absolutely no sense. Still, you’ve turned around, finishing making his breakfast and changing the subject.
Grayson looks like he wants to say something, but he drops it as well, answering questions about whatever workout he has planned today even though he knows you have zero interest. He makes a note to ask you about this later, but ultimately forgets about it, giving you a few more days of peace.
The final straw is a movie night.
You’re both laid up on the couch, scrolling through the different titles on Netflix. You’re lying on top of him, Grayson’s arm wrapped lazily around your stomach. His hand traces small patterns while clicking on a title to read a description before moving on to the next.
“What do you think?” You look up from your phone, noticing he’s stopped on some random documentary. You honestly don’t really care what Grayson picks, more than content to just spend time with him.
“I don’t care, amour. You choose.” The tracing on your stomach stops at the nickname, and you feel his breath hitch before he starts the patterns again.
“You know, I don’t think it really matters.”
“It doesn’t?” You look at him, wondering where he’s going with this.
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t think we’re going to be doing that much watching anyways.” He moves you over so you’re lying on top of him, faces mere inches away from each other.
“Oh, really? Shame because I was really looking forward to,” You turn to check the screen “Velvet buzzsaw.” He laughs a little before his face turns serious again. You watch as he struggles to focus on you, eyes fluttering down to your lips every few seconds.
“Yeah, a shame.” He mutters, pulling you closer. He kisses you, and your heart rate doubles. If there’s anything about Grayson, it’s that he never does anything halfway. He always kisses you like it’s the first time, making you want to fall in love with him all over again.
It doesn’t take too long for Grayson to become restless, wanting to start moving the night in a different direction. His hand slowly moves toward your ass, squeezing lightly. His kisses down your neck, sucking hard while he subconsciously grinds into you. It isn't until he starts pulling at your shirt, gesturing for you to take it off, that you pull away again.
“Okay, what’s wrong, Y/N?” He sits up to face you, breathing heavily.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean any time I, y’know, try and do anything with you, you just stop me. Do you not want to sleep with me?” His mind is going a mile a minute, frustrated and confused by your hot and cold tendencies. He doesn’t want to pressure you, more than willing to do whatever you need to feel comfortable. However, the lack of explanation is leaving him baffled.
“Are you not attracted to me?” He asks slowly, trying to consider every option in his mind. You stare at him like he'd suddenly grown two heads.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“So... so what’s going on, Y/N?” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, “I mean, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, but you gotta understand, you’re killing me here.” He smiles weakly. You lean you head back, closing your eyes before blurting out,
“It’snotthatI’mnotattractedtoyouI’mjustavirgin.” You rush it out, mumbling, and Grayson’s not even sure if you were speaking English at that point.
“I’m sorry?” You look at him, bewildered that he would apologize, before realizing he’s just asking for a repetition. You sigh and take a deep breath before repeating,
“It’s not that I’m not attracted to you. I’m just a virgin.” You close your eyes again, waiting for teasing or whatever cruel expectations your brain has given you. Instead, Grayson surprises you.
“That’s it?”
“What do you mean that’s it? Yes, that’s it.”
“I mean, I understand if you’re embarrassed, but Angel, it’s not that embarrassing.” You finally open your eyes to look at him, still expecting to see him holding back laughs or looking at you with pity. Instead, he’s just looking at you with more love and adoration than you’ve ever seen.
“I know it’s not, and I know it’s stupid. I’ve just always wanted it to be with the right guy, and I know for a fact that it’s you. It’s just-“ You pause, not wanting to be even more vulnerable than you’re already being.
“Just what?” He questions, softly encouraging you to continue.
“It’s just what if I’m not good enough for you. What if I’m not as good as the other girls you’ve been with, and you decide you don’t want to be with me anymore.” He does snort loudly at that.
“Where would you even get that from? I’m not with you because I expect you to be like super good at sucking dick or some bullshit. I’m with you because I'm in love with you, and if that means waiting days, weeks, or years until you’re ready, I’m fine with that. I just want you to be honest and not feel like you can’t tell me these things.” His confession leaves you warm, more in love than you’ve been before, even if it’s not the most ideal circumstances.
“But, I don’t want you to be like unhappy or unsatisfied until I’m ready.”
“So, let’s go slow.” He suggests.
“Slow?” You cock your head, not really understanding where he was going with this.
He hums in agreement, “Yeah. We’ll take it step-by-step. Whatever you’re okay with, I’m okay with.”
You lean in, kissing him again, but this time you’re leading. You push him back into the couch, crawling into his lap. He moans lowly, happy with the attention, and holds you closer to him. You grab the back of his shirt, pulling at it to get him to take it off. Grayson grabs your hand, stopping you before pulling away. You lean in again, wanting to continue with where you were going.
“ Woah, angel, slow down. We’re not gonna do this now; I want to actually make it special for you. “ You whine at that, appreciating the fact that Grayson cares enough to want to make it memorable and romantic for you, but you feel more than ready to show how much you love him in the most intimate way. He notices your frustration, letting out a deep breath before suggesting,
“We can always do something else.”
“Something else.” You agree, dazed and just drunk off the Grayson Dolan effect. He smirks at your response and moves you from on top of him.
Your heart drops to your stomach when Grayson slides off the couch, onto his knees, and in between your legs.
He grabs the waistband of your shorts, kissing where the elastic meets the skin. You can’t take your eyes off of him, watching as he takes in every inch that’s exposed as he pulls your shorts down. He tosses them over his shoulder while taking in what’s before him. He kisses your inner right thigh, moving higher to the apex before switching to the other one. He repeats this on the other leg.
“You okay?” He checks in with you, wanting to make sure he’s never doing too much or not enough. You nod eagerly, not wanting him to stop now that he’s begun.
He takes a moment before continuing, softly kissing your clit over your underwear. You hold your breath, watching as he places another kiss, and another, and another before he’s gently sucking it into his mouth. The pleasure isn’t overwhelming, underwear still providing a barrier from what his mouth can truly offer. Nevertheless, you whimper slightly, and Grayson groans at the sound. He let’s go, starting to pull down your underwear, eyes checking in with you again. You nod, and he pulls your thong down, exposing yourself for him. You try and close your legs, not missing the way his eyes darken a full shade, and his stare grows more intense. He moves them apart, pulling a leg over his shoulder so he has full access.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” Grayson takes a deep breath, wanting to savor this. He would be the first man (and hopefully last) to touch you like this, to hear what it sounds like you when someone feels the most sensitive parts of you, to see what it looks like when your cum. Frankly, the thought makes his head spin, and at this point, he doesn’t know whether he’s doing this more for him or for you.
He kisses your clit again, this time the feeling stronger with nothing blocking the way. He pulls away, checking your reaction for any discomfort before licking you slowly. He uses two fingers to spread you apart, giving him full opportunity to do whatever his heart desires.
He tastes you growing wetter, sweet musk feeling the air, and he’s already addicted, more than content to die in between your legs. He fully takes your clit into his mouth, suckling slightly. You’re whimpering lowly, trying to hold back any noises. Grayson, however, wants the opposite.
“C’mon, let me hear you.” He leans back, voice hoarse, weak, and so fucking wrecked. His lips are swollen and shiny, and you could cry from just how erotic it all looks. He leans back, giving your clit a long hard suck, and you nearly scream, crying out from the blinding, white-hot pleasure he’s giving you.
“There she is.” He groans, more than pleased with himself. He takes a finger, scooping up some of your wetness before slowly inserting it.
His dick twitches, and it takes everything in him not to cum right there. You feel so warm and wet and so fucking tight. You’re gripping him like a vice, and if that’s how you feel with one finger, he has no idea what he’s gonna do when he actually fucks you.
“ Fuck, Grayson. So good.” You can feel yourself leaking onto the couch, and the noises he’s making are obscene. You would feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that you think you’re gonna cum.
He adds another finger, trying to stretch you out. He’s entirely making out with your pussy now, eyes closed, and just enjoying everything about this. He’s slurping up everything you release for him, and it’s wet, messy, and sloppy just the way he loves it.
You thought you would know what to expect when you came, having made yourself cum plenty of times yourself. But nothing could prepare you for an orgasm brought on by Grayson Dolan.
The coil tightly wounded in your stomach suddenly snaps, releasing waves of pleasure all over your body. Grayson leans back, not wanting to miss your face when he makes you cum for the first time out of many. Your head thumps on the back of the couch, mouth falling into a perfect O, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Grayson’s hooked and continues to pump his fingers slowly, not being able to tear his eyes away from how hot you look.
When you’re finally done, he moves his hand up to his mouth, sucking whatever’s left on his fingers, dark eyes stuck on you. If you weren’t so exhausted, you swear you would’ve fucked him then and there.
“Well?” He asks, watching you put yourself back together.
“Holy shit.” You breathe out, brain completely turned to mush, and not able to form anything remotely coherent. He laughs loudly, leaning back on his shoulders to look at you.
“Do you want me to-“ You gesture to his lower half, dick still very hard and not going away.
“No, I’m good. Step-by-step remember. I’m going to use the bathroom for a second though” He gets up, stretching nonchalantly before walking away. You get up as well, making his favorite snacks and queuing up his favorite movie. He deserves it. And when you wake him up with head the next morning, let’s just say it’s because he deserves that too.
#this whole thing reminds me of lara jean and peter#could not tell you why#grayson dolan#grayson dolan x reader#grayson dolan blurb#grayson dolan fic#grayson dolan smut#dolan twins#dolan twins blurb#dolan twins x reader#dolan twins fic#dolan twins smut#blazedwritings
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after reading that riding concept, i just know that when they try doggy gray cums in 3 seconds
okay so if you had asked me a month ago, i would’ve fully disagreed bringing up how since i think he’s a boob guy, any position where he has full access to your tits was where he loses his mind.
however, yall have convinced me he’s an ass man so you’re 100000% right, nonny, and you should say it:
He’s actually doing surprisingly well, consistently pacing himself as you moan and whimper around him. Granted, he is going through the end of every depressing, heartbreaking movie he’s ever seen in his mind to keep from cumming too early at the sight of your ass jiggling right in front of him.
Grayson’s a big believer in always making you cum first so when your moans pick up and your body is starting to fall forward, he thanks the universe that he was able to hold out for you. He snakes an arm around, rubbing your clit slowly so that you can finally give into your release.
However, he’s still fighting a losing battle. So when you smile shyly over your shoulder at him and start pushing back, meeting his thrusts halfway, he has to stop completely. He groans loudly, watching you fuck your self back on to him and before you know it, he’s cumming inside you.
You’re both shocked and it takes him all of 5 seconds to slip out of you and lick a wide stripe flat against your pussy. He growls lightly, tasting himself against your own slick and you’re cumming not long after him.
You look at him, and he’s smiling sheepishly before giving your butt a hard smack.
“What can I say, love your ass.”
(wait if you actually want a full concept of them doing doggy for the first time, just lmk lmaoo)
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anyways i probably should’ve made this sooner, but better late than never🤍 you can also use the tag #blazedwritings to scroll thru!!
* - fics containing smut
Grayson
Drunk Off You In which you try to seduce Grayson while drunk and he takes care of you. Killing Me Softly The one where Grayson falls in love in under 12 hours Busy Boy*
You and Grayson are FWB, but it’s hard when he’s with another girl. Busy Boy Blurb #1 Busy Boy Blurb #2 Love Don’t Cost a Thing*
Grayson buys you a car, Twitter stans are mean, and Grayson’s really good at making you feel better. Pumpkin
You and Grayson try to help your daughter find a Halloween costume.
Positions*
You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it.
pov
Insecurities suck, but that doesn’t stop Grayson from loving you.
Blurbs
Midnight Ice Cream Runs
Musician!Gray
college football player!grayson
You and Ethan adopt
Grayson’s addiction to love
what happens the night after drunk off you
new year’s eve with grayson*
grayson admiring reader’s tattoos
Virgin! Reader + Grayson
(Reader and Grayson exploring the firsts in their relationship)
Grayson eating out Virgin! Reader for first time*
Virgin! Reader giving Grayson a BJ*
Virgin! Reader and Grayon’s first time*
Virgin! Reader riding Grayson for the first time*
Dad! Grayson
(anything to do with Grayson as a dad!)
Grayson asking Reader to have babies
Grayson having a son that’s a momma’s boy
Grayson having two daughters that are daddy’s girls
#masterlist#grayson dolan#grayson dolan x reader#grayson dolan blurb#blazedwritings#literally my laptop is broken so this took forever#but here you go!
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Insecurities suck, but that doesn’t stop Grayson from loving you.
A/N: so this definitely is not a comfort fic I wrote because I've been feeling insecure. anyways, i'm manifesting a person for every single one of you who will love you in all of your pretty and ugly too. 🕯
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: unedited writing and an overwhelming amount of fluff. also, let’s pretend G still has his projector if he doesn't.
It wasn't hard to notice the change in your attitude. You were quieter, smile not completely reaching your eyes. You were spending more time on Instagram, scrolling through countless 'models' and influencers' pages. You were working out more, eating less, wearing an unusual amount of makeup for your day-to-day routine. It was starting to worry Grayson.
"Are you filming me right now?" He nods his head, bulky Canon in hand as he follows you around. You pause, covering your face and ducking behind the cabinet.
"What are you doing, Angel? You look fine." He moves to shut the cabinet, but you stay still, iron grip holding it in place.
"Can you at least wait until I get ready before you start shoving a camera in my face?" Your tone is snarky, biting, and unfamiliar to the naturally loving voice you speak to Grayson with.
"C'mon Angel. The fans want to see your pretty face." You snort at that, dry laughter coming out as you look at him. "What's so funny about that?"
"Just the fact you think I'm pretty right now." You gesture to yourself, and Grayson takes a moment to seriously look at you, unable to pick out anything different than how you usually look.
"What -- What are you talking about?" He's walking on eggshells, scared that the wrong thing might tip you over and upset you even further.
"I'm stress-breaking out from tests, I don't think I've washed my hair in two weeks, and I'm pretty sure I'm still putting on quarantine weight." His heart breaks hearing you criticize yourself, listening to you list off these practically unnoticeable flaws about yourself. Call it rose-colored glasses or being hopelessly devoted to you, but he could never see anything imperfect about you. While you could've stood there all day, listing the things you hated about yourself, he could've stood there twice as long, listing the things he loved.
"Angel, those things don't matter. You're still perfect, flawless actually." You laugh again.
"Wish I could see me the way you see me then."
You should've known Grayson wasn't going to drop it.
What you thought was just a minor outburst, a culmination of stress and emotions building upon you was something that stuck to Grayson for the rest of the week. He doesn't say it in so many words. Still, He tries to show it in his actions: leaving you little notes with your morning coffee, telling you how pretty you are when you first get up, affectionate touches when you're getting ready or going to sleep.
You don't put two and two together, just believing his new outburst of affection for you was just a random habit that started. You finally understand one evening, walking into an empty house.
"Amour?" You turn on the lights, noticing a picture next to the space you usually leave your bag and shoes. You pick it up, seeing it's a picture from your two's first date. Grayson had taken it of you, claiming he wanted to document the moment he knew you were his future wife. You were smiling, holding an ice-cream while trying to cover your face from the sun. You flip it over, confused when the only words on the back were 'your smile'.
You set your stuff down, taking a few steps when you almost slip on another picture. Flipping on the light to the living room, you see it's another picture of yourself, one you didn't know existed. It's from a random vacation the two of you had taken, you just waking up in a hotel bed. Your hair is sprawled out, slightly tangled from a wild night's sleep. You flip over the pic, noticing another message of just 'your hair when you first wake up.'
You look down, noticing a trail of pictures. Each one of you. Some are screenshots from vlogs, others are photos that you forced Grayson to take for your Instagram, most are candids that you didn't know existed. Each had a message on the back, listing moments from the photo taken or a physical attribute—all something that Grayson loved about you.
You move to the next photo, quickly shuffling it to the bottom of the stack to hide. It was a photo Grayson took of you before a month-long trip to Australia, claiming he needed something to get through his "lonelier" nights. It was you naked, still hazy from your orgasm. You're laid out on his bed, one arm lazily covering your eyes. It was always Grayson's favorite picture of you, and seeing it in this context, you understood why. You flip back, seeing a scrawl of 'your body' with a rushed drawing of a women's figure next to it.
You continue down the hallway, picking up every picture, and reading the notes that accompanied, melting as he continued to list things he loved about you, qualities you had never thought about before. Finally, you reach your bedroom door, pausing to see the photo taped to the door. It's you, holding flowers out to him. You smile at the memory of that day, remembering how you claimed it's criminal that no girl had ever bought him flowers before. You picked out a bouquet from the park, grabbing sunflowers and daisies on your walk before handing it to him at the end of the date. It was free and definitely ugly, but he still kept it, placing the flowers in a vase in the kitchen and would not let anyone say anything about it. Turning back the picture, you see a tiny daisy taped to the back.
You open the door, expecting to see Grayson waiting for you. Instead, his projector is on. Flashing through more and more pictures. Most are of you; some are of the both of you, smiling and just looking so in love with one another.
"Hey, Angel." You jump, growing used to the silence and not expecting the sudden arrival of your boyfriend. He's holding his board, clearly just having come back from skating. "Didn't think you were coming back 'til later."
"Amour. What is--" You gesture around yourself, dropping some of the pictures you're holding. "What is all this."
"You said you wanted to see me how I saw you. So, I showed you."
He moves over to you, holding you in front of him as you both watch the pictures continue to flash on the screen.
"I know you don't believe me sometimes, but I honestly think you're perfect. I don't see anything wrong with, never did, never will. Instead, I see a strong, smart, stunning woman who lightens up every room she walks into. Who isn't afraid to remind me when I'm a dick and who's always the prettiest girl when she's in a room, by far. One who loves others even if they're not always deserving. And fuck whoever makes you think you're not any of those things. You have about a hundred pictures that show otherwise." You couldn't have stopped the tears that were streaming down your face, even if you wanted to.
"Fuck, I love you. Thank you, amour. For this and just for being you."
He kisses you softly, holding you tighter and refusing to let go.
You hope he never did.
#fun fact: this is based off of a true story#Grayson dolan#Grayson dolan fic#Grayson dolan blurb#Grayson dolan x reader#dolan twin s#dolan twins fic#dolan twins blurb#dolan twins x reader#blazedwritings
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This is definitely Grayson seven months into your pregnancy.
It had been a long day for him, having hosted your baby shower earlier that day. He had ran around all morning, entertaining both your family and friends while making sure you were comfortable as you enter your third trimester. It was a happy occasion, being able to celebrate something the two of you had wanted for so long. However, as the day went on, his bed continued to call his name, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep after the main event was over. Slowly though, his dreams were interrupted by soft whispers and a persistent poke at his arm.
“Gray.” You whisper, scared of waking what feels like a sleeping bear. He snores in response.
“Bailey.” You whisper louder, swatting his chest. He turns away from you, and you sit up fully. Annoyed now, you hit his arm repeatedly.
“Grayson, wake the fuck up.” You hiss, watching as he slowly wakes up.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He slurs, grabbing your stomach.
“Baby’s fine. I just really want ice cream. Can we go to Monty’s real quick?” You ask, fluttering your eyelashes in hopes of appealing to him. He groans, rolling his eyes as he lays back down.
“Angel, it’s like midnight. Don’t we have Ben and Jerry’s in the fridge? We can get Monty’s tomorrow.” He compromises, exhaustion weighing over him. Even though Grayson would move literal mountains for you and your two’s future child, getting out of bed was the absolute last thing he wanted to do right now.
“It’s not me; it’s the baby. And the baby wants Monty’s.” You complain, pointing at your stomach where the baby was kicking ferociously. You know it was selfish to wake him up this late, and a dick move to blame it on the baby. However you’re not going back to bed until the kicking stops, and if that means a midnight Monty’s run, so be it.
“Can’t you just go?” Grayson whines, already just wanting to end this conversation so he can go back to sleep. You look back at him comically before gesturing at your obnoxiously large stomach.
“I can’t drive, asshole. I promise it’ll take five minutes.” You assure. You’re met with silence, and it’s only a few minutes before soft snores fill the bedroom again. You take your pillow and lightly hit him on the chest.
“Y/N!” Grayson groans.
“Grayson.” You mock. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other one to surrender. Luckily, you’re just as stubborn as he is and watch as he mentally concedes to your wishes.
“Five minutes?” He confirms, grabbing a sweatshirt to throw on.
“Maybe ten.” He glares at you for that. “You know there’s always a line, but I’ll be quick, promise.” You hold out a pinky towards him, hoping this will appease his grouchy mood. He rolls his eyes for the nth time that night but ultimately links his pinky with yours.
You plant a light kiss on his cheek before hopping out of bed to get dressed yourself, mentally preparing your order.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get there, passing the time with stories from the baby shower. You squeal in excitement as the blue building comes into view, laughing as the baby starts kicking too.
“Damn, didn’t know you liked Monty’s that much.” Grayson chuckles, turning into the parking lot.
“I don’t, but baby does. Look!” You grab his hand to place on your stomach, letting him feel. He rubs your stomach, chuckling at the way the kicks multiply at his touch.
“So, you’re the reason your mom forced me to get up.” He gets a forceful kick in response, and you move his hand slightly.
“Don’t rile him up, or else neither of us is getting to bed tonight.” You threaten, getting out of the car once Grayson turns it off.
“Like that’s not already happening,” Grayson mutters under his breath, punctuated with a loud yawn. He stretches as you lead him to the entrance, determined to finally fulfill your midnight craving.
“What do you want, amour?” You ask, humming as he wraps his arms around your stomach to stand behind you. It’s annoyingly cheesy, especially as he pulls you closer, but you feel content at the subtle form of affection.
“Salted caramel.” You nod as you move to the register and smile at the cashier.
“Two salted caramel shakes, please. Ooh, and fries. Actually, can I just get a double cheeseburger meal with salted caramel shake as a drink?” Your mind frantically changing as you continue to look over the menu.
“Y/N.” Grayson stretches out your name, annoyance dripping through. “I thought you just wanted ice cream.”
“What? I changed my mind. Plus, we’re here, so we might as well.” You shrug, handing the cash over to the cashier. You both move over to the waiting area: you distracted by the process of making milkshakes and Grayson distracted by the giant mirror.
“Don’t be too self-absorbed, amour.” You chastise jokingly, handing him his milkshake.
He shakes his head and pulls out his phone, snapping a picture of him to document your ridiculousness. Despite how annoyed he is by the lack of sleep, he does adore the silly, stupid moments like this of your pregnancy. It’s menial and sometimes means getting less sleep than he wanted, but he can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. He takes a few before selecting the one where he looks the least exhausted and uploading it to his IG story.
“Ooh, take one of me too.” You ask, holding your shake and order as you pose with him. He takes a couple, both of you laughing at the filters, and he picks his favorite as his new wallpaper before exiting.
You both walk to the car, and almost immediately you’re shoving ice cream and fries in your mouth as soon as your seated, moaning at how good it tastes.
“That good?” Grayson laughs, stealing one of your fries while you're distracted by your milkshake. You nod, eyes wide with delight.
“Thank you, amour.” You kiss his cheek again. “I promise you’ll get the best head tomorrow for this.”
And fuck, if that doesn’t make him sleep a lot better, he doesn’t know what the hell will.
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Drunk Off You
In which you try to seduce Grayson while drunk and he takes care of you.
A/N: wow, i didn’t not think i’d ever do this but i’m bored in quarantine and what better way to spend it writing fics. this is very inspired by me getting wine drunk and remembering a gorgeous fic “Vodka” written by @reveriesforyou. While I know Mr. Treat Your Mind and Body Right will never drink, I do think he’d be very soft with you.
Word Count: 1K (she’s a shortie)
Warnings: drinking, some shitty dirty talk and a barely nsfw-ish part in the middle. Enjoy! ♡
Grayson heard giggling at his front door, which was weird for two reasons: 1. He hadn't received a notification to open the gate and 2. It was one in the morning. A sense of dread overcame him as he listened to another giggle, wondering if it was just another overeager fan who stumbled onto the infamous Dolan property.
As he lifted himself off the couch, pausing whatever movie he'd been sleeping through, he stopped after hearing his name called softly. A soft call that suspiciously sounded like you. However, that couldn't be possible since he had dropped you off at your friends for an impromptu girls night five hours earlier. Yet, his suspicions were confirmed when he opened the door. You, losing your primary source of balance, crash into Grayson which sends you both tumbling to the ground.
He mumbles a shocked 'ow' while you excitedly squeal his name and wrap your arms around his neck to obnoxiously kiss him all over his face.
"Not that I'm not excited to see you, Y/N," He dodges a kiss, "but what are you doing here? I thought you were having a girl's night with Lia and them?"
"I was." You provided as if that was a helpful enough explanation as to how you ended up back at his place. He finally kisses you back, tasting whatever remained of however many shots you took, slowly piecing things together. You were drunk (well, he figured that much when you couldn't get the key into the doorway, but this only confirmed it.)
"Are you drunk?" Hs asked slowly, hoping to get a verbal confirmation, but you only playfully roll your eyes.
"Drunk off you, baby." You pause as if you were thinking, "and maybe a few tequila shots but mainly you."
He lets out a little chuckle before lifting you off him, so you two are sitting across from each other in the entryway. He briefly hopes that Ethan doesn't wake up because he's not sure how he would deal with both his grumpiness and the inevitable hangover you're going to have in the morning. You continue rambling, not noticing your boyfriend had stopped listening.
"And so naturally, we started talking about our boyfriends and our favorite things they do during sex." He perks up at this, "And I told them about you and all the incredible, mind-blowing things you do to me, and we all agreed I should come over so you could do them to me right now."
You had already crawled over to him by the time you finished and were sitting in his lap, smiling sweetly at him as if you hadn't just declared you left your girl's night in hopes of a good fuck. He couldn't help the small part of his ego that swelled. Obviously, he would never try anything with you while you were in this state. But it was still nice to know that you wanted him just as much as he seemed to always want you.
"Sweetness, you're drunk. Let's wait until the morning, yeah?" He offers gently, hoping that little negotiation will calm you enough for you to want to just go to bed and sleep away the alcohol. But, you're not known for making his life easier and so you roll your eyes irritably at him.
"You weren't telling me to wait earlier when you wanted my mouth on your dick."
And fuck, he really shouldn't be turned on by that, not when it was meant to be a throwaway comment at his expense. But that statement allows memories (and a little bit of blood too if he's honest) to flood straight from his brain to his dick. He's hit with the thought of you on your knees, eyes tearing up and taking him so well in the way only you can. Jerking him off quickly and quiet begs for him to come before you had to go.
Feeling his dick twitch slightly, he sighs and looks up at you. You're still perched on his lap, smiling innocently with your head cocked to the side as if you're now seeing this situation in a whole new light. Now looking back, this should've been a big red flag to Grayson (because while you were blessed with many traits, innocence has never been one of them), but admittedly, he was still thinking with his dick which made him wholly unprepared for what came out of your mouth next-
"Oh, you liked that?" You whisper lowly next to his ear, "I promise I can do that and so much more for you right now. Sloppy, messy, wet. If only you could feel how wet I am for you right now, I swear-"
What you were going to swear, he honestly will never know because he cuts you off by placing a large hand over your mouth.
"Jesus, Y/N, enough." He grits out. He finally moves you off his lap and brings you both to your feet. "We're going to take your makeup off, change and go to bed, okay?"
Sensing that he was no longer in a mood to be toyed with, you nod slowly and follow him to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of the bathtub watching as he grabs you a hoodie and the spare makeup wipes you left behind along with some Advil for the morning. You slip his sweatshirt on before slowly turning to him-
"Can you do it, please?" You ask in a hushed tone, handing him the makeup wipes, and whatever minor annoyance he might've had at you melts at that simple request. You sit on the counter as he softly grabs your face and starts gently removing your makeup, thinking how these are the moments with you he lives for —the softness, the quiet intimacy and simple domesticated moments that he wouldn't trade for anything. You play with his signature silver chain as he finishes up with a soft kiss to your lips.
"There's my pretty girl." He whispers to you, unsure while you're both being so quiet. "Let's get you to bed, angel."
You nod while wrapping your arms around his neck, your silent way of asking to be carried, and he takes the both of you to his bed. As he starts to get comfortable, he smiles at the soft snores that have already begun to come from your mouth. He turns to shut his light off, already thinking of the different orgasms you'll get tomorrow as a hangover cure.
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Pumpkin
You and Grayson try to help your daughter find a Halloween costume.
A/N: Hi hotties. Here’s a short blurb since school and internship have been kicking my ass, but I wanted to do something after seeing Kylie and Stormi’s cookie video. I have zero inspiration right now so if yall have any requests you want, just send them my way!
Word Count: 910 (this is so short, I’m sorry)
Warnings: nothing, just an overwhelming amount of fluff and me wanting to have babies with Grayson
"Okay. 1, 2, 3, … come show daddy!"
Your 3-year-old, Lola, comes barreling from around the corner, in her miniature pumpkin costume. She stops in front of where Grayson is seated on the couch, twirling around to hear his approval.
It was only October 3rd, but Halloween has always been a massive deal in the Dolan household, even more so with the arrival of your eldest daughter. What once consisted of cheesy couple costumes and going out with friends has turned into cheesy family costumes and trick-or-treating. You personally were beyond excited for this year, seeing how Lola was finally old enough to understand how Halloween works.
Your husband finally uncovers his eyes, and coos at the sight of his daughter. He leans down to pick her up, both laughing from the happiness of being in each other's presence. It was no secret to anyone that Lola was a huge Daddy's girl, only wanting to be around her father from the minute she was born. It was no different on Grayson's side, having wrapped him around her chubby, miniature finger the moment he looked into her wide, hazel eyes. The two are inseparable, and while jealousy might creep in from time to time, you're still undeniably grateful that Grayson is as overwhelmingly devoted to Lola as he is.
“You two are so cute!" You melt, watching the two mess around.
"So cute, Mommy!" Lola confirms, giggling at the raspberries Grayson is blowing onto her cheeks. Grayson reaches out for your waist, pulling you to join them on the couch.
"What do you think, Lola? Do you like this one?" You ask, watching as she tilts her head in thought. She's always been annoyingly independent for her age, so this year, you allowed her full control of picking her costume. You bought a ton and figured you could always just return the rejects. So far, she's on costume 6 out of 10, and you're just praying she makes a decision soon so you don't have to make another trip to the Halloween store. Unfortunately, she shakes her head no and hops out of both your laps.
"Why not, bug? I thought you wanted to be a pumpkin like Charlie Brown." Grayson asks gently, hoping to sway his daughter into making a decision. He had given up his Saturday to watch his daughter play dress up, and while there wasn't much that he wouldn't do for Lola, he was more than ready to move on with the day.
"No, Daddy. I want to be a ghost like Charlie Brown." Lola corrects, rolling her eyes like she couldn't believe her father's mistake. (Grayson swears she picked up that habit from you.)
"But you didn't like the ghost costume either." Grayson whines, growing frustrated with the toddler's indecisiveness. He loves his daughter endlessly, but three hours of costume-picking is enough to irritate anyone.
"Okay, Lolo. Why don't you go to your room and put on the next costume? It's the Tiana one, remember!" You suggest softly. Lola perks up at the mention of her favorite princess and runs back into her room, leaving you and Grayson alone. You settle into his side, twisting his wedding band out of habit.
"You know she gets that from you, right?" He says. You snort, turning to look at him.
"That's funny because she's your shadow. If anything, she's all you." He laughs at your response, pulling you so you're even closer to him. You both look at each other for a moment, before he lets out a breath of air.
"Is it crazy that I want another one?" He asks softly. You pause, not saying anything to interrupt wherever your husband's mind is headed. "Like, I love the three of us, but what if we could do it again? You know the diapers, the first words, first steps, arguing with them over their own Halloween costume?" He gestures around him at that.
Your heart swells. Admittedly, you had been thinking about having another baby now that Lola is starting to get older. You've started missing having a newborn in the house, but were unsure how to bring it up to your husband, worried that he might reject you. However, you should've suspected that Grayson "I want a football team of children" Dolan would be itching to have another kid soon.
"Do you really want this?" You ask, making sure this isn't a whim before you tell him what you think.
"Well, I mean, really, it's up to you. But yeah, it would be nice to have another Dolan running around here. Plus, Lola would love to have a friend." He offers, already placing his hand over your stomach.
"I have always wanted a boy." You muse, already picturing future siblings and matching Halloween costumes. Grayson brightens at this, pulling you into a hug with small tears forming in his eyes. He pulls away to slightly wipe his eyes before he hears the tiny pitter-patter of feet coming down the hallway.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Lola questions, concern written all over her tiny face from seeing her father's tears. She walks towards Grayson in a green, sparkly dress with a plush frog under her arms, reaching up for him to pull her into his lap.
"Nothing bug, just happy I have everything I've ever wanted." He admits, pulling Lola up to join your two's huddle. And with the two loves of your life in your arms, you agree.
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