#ethan dolan x reader smut

[shadesofsturniolo]

telling my kids this is the sister squad

[spookysanta]

i miss writing :/

and yes i’ve been lurking

[takenbyheartstrings]

something better | e.d.

pairing | ethan dolan x reader

summary | after a long-awaited break-up from a relationship that wasn’t good for you. you call Ethan to come to be your knight in shining armor to comfort you. that’s when feelings drowned for years finally come to surface.

warnings | angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of mental and physical abuse.

authors note | okay, so i literally wrote this at 12 am yesterday and finished it at 11pm today so i’m sorry if it’s like, fucking bullshit 🤷🏽‍♀️

word count | 1.4k

Your eyes trailed down to your phone as it lit up to show you a new notification. Your phone had been quiet that night. Sometimes one notification every hour, maybe two. Your eyes were brimmed with salted water, as your breath stopped every few seconds, and then restarted so you could just breathe. So you could take that deep breath.

You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer, there was no more regret, so you did what was right, you got rid of him, you got rid of Alexander. He restricted you from everything, he was a virus to your life. He filled your body with so much hatred. But you couldn’t let him go because you were scared.

Emma, Ethan, and Grayson had told you to get rid of him months ago, and then you did, for a day or two, and he’d come running back to you because he was worth nothing without you and yet he treated you like a doll.

A doll that he could throw around, hurt and use. You had the bruises to show it, you’d cover them up endlessly, but Emma always let you stay over... she was the only one that knew about the physical side.

They all knew about how he was mentally destroying you. How he was making you blame everything on yourself - how he made you question yourself.

... and yet, you still cried about him - because he used to be good to you. Before all of that, he was a good guy. Then he got fired, he dumped all his old friends - found new ones that turned him to the wrong sides of life. He came home drunk every night and when you tried to help him he’d push you away. That’s when you knew it wasn’t safe, and thus you stayed at Emma’s house almost every night and when she was away on small business trips to New York, she gave you another key so you could go somewhere when things got heated.

You lifted the phone that read twelve forty-five. There was nothing else you could do but text him - text Ethan. You typed a quick message begging him to come over as he soon responded, in a short answer, he was coming. You clicked the return button and opened Alexander’s contact, you bottled up the courage to finally click bock - and then you did it on everything else... Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat - you deleted the photos on your phone. The physical photos had been ripped up days before you had finally called it quits.

There were no more messages.

There wasn’t a trace of him on your phone anymore.

In real life.

No more.

You heard a knock on your door, as you cleared your throat, preparing to see Ethan in what felt like days, even if you’d seen him that morning for breakfast with Emma and Grayson.

You opened the door as he noticed your eyes, your eyes flooded with the colour red.

“Would you like some water, coke? Something to drink?” you asked him, you shut the door behind him locking the doors.

“Uh - yeah, sure... I’ll, uh, I’ll take a water... wanna fill me in on everything?” You gave a subtle nod as you grabbed a glass from your cabinet and pressed it against the fridge’s water filter.

Your shoulders were slumped as you walked towards him, you slid the glass against the countertop. You gave a large sigh, shaking your head. He discarded the glass for a moment as he took your hand.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, immediately giving himself an internal facepalming - it was a stupid question and he knew that.

You chuckled, “I’m feeling-” You took a breath, “-better?”

You tried to hide it, hide the emotions, but he could see right through you, he could see through your facade. Maybe if he made a move months ago - if he had just stopped being such a pussy. Maybe, you wouldn’t in the position you were in. But he didn’t want to lose you.

In simple words - he couldn’t risk it.

“You’re such a liar.” He shook his head lightly.

You sniffled lightly, “Maybe so, but I am, he did shit to me and I guess it feels like weights been lifted off of my shoulders? I won’t have to come home to him anymore - I won’t constantly be at Emma’s place anymore.”

“What’d he do to you, y/n. I know there was more than the restrictions on your life - you can’t hide it from me anymore... I need to know.” Ethan didn’t want to seem pushy and push you away, but he had to know - he had to know what Alexander had done to you.

“He hurt me, E.” Your mind flashed back to those moments where Alexander would get so angry and you had no clue why. He just would. Your mind just had to bring back everything - all those memories. “More than just mentally.”

He shook his head, almost disappointed in himself, “I’m sorry - I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. This is all my fucking fault.”

You looked slightly taken aback, “This is not your fault, Ethan... I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you worrying about me - the only person who knew what was really going on was Emma.”

You gave a quiet sigh as Ethan looked at you, “Wanna watch a movie?” he questioned you as you gave a careful nod. You both sat on the couch as you flicked through the movies on Netflix, coming to the final stop of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

It wasn’t a movie, but it was sure as hell gonna make you happy.

Ethan gave you a careful look as you laughed at Joey busting into the room ready to demolish the turkey Monica had cooked for that Thanksgiving. She smiled, despite her fragile state, despite her numbness.

He was crazy for her, she was insane for him, he was out of her mind for her. He wanted to kiss her, place her strawberry lipgloss covered lips onto his, but he knew that could never happen or it’d embarrassment he’d face. It’d be heartbreak he’d face.

You caught him looking at you, “...I know, my laugh is ugly.” you let out a soft chuckle following the sentence.

He simply just shook his head at you, he didn’t understand how you could think something so angelic sounded like an animal being run over by a truck. He just didn’t - he couldn’t understand.

He lifted your chin so that your eyes looked into his, you didn’t flinch at his touch and it felt to be touched by someone you knew wouldn’t even dare to hurt you. He gave you this longing glance that brought this feeling you’d never felt before. His eyes staring into yours, not one blink.

Your stomach did summersaults as the light of the moon shone on the both of you. You felt this abyss of feeling, real love. real connection. You couldn’t pull yourself away. You were drawn to him; you were drawn to everything about him.

He brushed your chin with a small smile as you flinched slightly, “I won’t hurt you, y/n. I’ll never hurt you like he hurt you. You deserve better than him, and I want to give you that.” he let out a small sigh, “It might be pathetic - hell it really is. But I love you, I always have, and seeing you with someone else, with him makes me so mad because I know I loved you first.”

Your skin was softer than a rose petal and her eyes reflected a sense of self, a sense of true found feeling. You returned his small smile. You knew, she finally knew... you knew for sure.

“Fuck...” You muttered ever so quietly. “I never knew how to say it. I was scared to lose the friendship we’ve held up for so many years, scared of losing the person who helped me through things nobody else could. I’ve loved you... for too long.” You felt like tsunamis would erupt from your eyes, as your body made the old memories stop floating, finally sinking down into the depths of the oceans in your head.

He had a love for her, a love so deep it could move mountains... and so, he finally did it. He finally kissed the girl's lips - the strawberry lipgloss covered lips, as she kissed him back. Your lips were so perfectly aligned with his. For a moment you were pulled away from the terrible reality you once lived.

Now it was time for something, new.

Something better.

[elitegrayson]

request: y/n and grayson are enemies who happen to share the same friend group. while everyone is having a night out at the club, y/n is being harassed and groped by a guy. she finds grayson and taps the side of his hand to hold hands. graysons about to cuss her out but he immediately goes into protective mode

a/n: i appreciate all of your requests, keep em coming! i hope you enjoy this <3

it was a saturday night and your friends decided they wanted to go out clubbing. your best friend thought it would a good idea for everyone to get ready at her house. she said it'll be easier for everyone could leave from there. it was only four of you guys; rose, you, kent, and grayson. 

now grayson wasn’t particularly your friend. he was more like a coworker, but even then he was barely that. rose and kent know you guys bump heads often, but it’s never gotten too crazy. you only put up with it because wherever kent goes, grayson just has to follow. there’s no escaping him even if you wanted to. it’s the same thing with you and Rose, now that you think about it, but that’s different.

when you walked into the club, the hot air swept across your face. it smelled of hot bodies and alcohol. you like to party, but you’re more of a kickback girl, not a club girl. nonetheless, you wanted to let loose and have some fun.  

“let’s get some drinks! boys, can you go to the bar and get something good?” rose asked, looking over at kent and grayson. 

“we’ll get something for you, but not for y/n.” grayson smirked as you just rolled your eyes.

“oh please, i don’t need you to do anything for me. hell, i’ll get it myself. rose, come with me.” you responded, purposely pushing gray out of the way.

“don’t worry y/n, you’re gonna need me one day!” he yelled out, but you just ignored him, flipping him off as you walked towards the bar. you saw that the bartender was a woman and you instantly felt safe.most of the creeps here always have to comment on your drinks saying that you “couldn’t handle your drinks”.

“hey ladies, what can i get for you?” the bartender smiled, showing off her cheeky dimples.

“hi! um, i’ll take a long island iced tea, please? and what do you want rose?”

“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”

“bloody mary and a long island coming up!” 

one drink turned into at least five more. you kind of stopped counting but all you know is you felt amazing. at this point, you were on the dance floor with rose having the time of your life. music was blasting, you had a couple of drinks in your system, and everything felt great.

“hey, why do you hate grayson so much? he’s nice you know plus he’s our friend.” rose asked, yelling a bit as she leaned into your ear.

you were confused about why she was asking you about him, considering they haven’t been with us since you got your drinks.

“i don’t hate him, i just strongly dislike him. he just annoys me i don’t know. why are you even asking about him, it’s gonna ruin the nighttt.” you replied, slurring your words at the end.

“i think you guys would look cute together, to be honest,” she giggled, slapping your shoulder, but you swiped her hand away.

“gross! there’s no way in fucking hell i’d end up with him. anywho i think i want another drink, wanna come with?” you asked as she shook her head no. you knew in your head you didn’t need another drink, but you wanted one.

you sat down and before you could tell her what you wanted, she already put the drink in front of you. “this last one is on me, girl.” she smiled as you thanked her. a few seconds later, you felt someone’s hot breath on your neck.

“hey there beautiful, are you all alone tonight?” the man said then he touched your lower back slightly.

“hey, do you know what personal space is? and don’t fucking touch me, you don’t know me!” you hissed, standing up and slapping his hands off of you.

“c’mon sweetness, i’ve been watching you all night, and right now i’m tired of watching. i want you, now,” he growled, pushing you closer to him and then he roughly grabbed your ass. immediately you cursed and then slapped him and ran in the other direction.

tears started to brim in your eyes, but you started to look for Grayson. you don’t know why he was the first person to pop into your head, but he was. soon enough you saw him in the corner with a drink in his hand. luckily he was alone so you started to stumble towards him, making your way through the crowd.

you tapped the side of his hand and then you intertwined his with yours. “yo y/n what the fuck are you-“ he stopped when he saw what you looked like. makeup stained by your tears and you could barely stand on your two feet. “gray please i n-need you. i was at the b-bar and a man t-touched me.” you began to cry again, yet you were holding hands with grayson. he smiled at the shorter version of his name. you always called him by his full name so the fact that you called him “gray” made his heart flutter slightly.

he tried to push that in the back of his head so he can focus and try to comfort you. “y/n come here,” he cooed, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your hair. you were leaving a mess on his shirt, but you didn’t care. you just needed his comfort. your mind started to wonder about the words you spoke earlier to him. it was ironic that you were crying in your enemy's arms, but you decided not to say anything. you knew he never predicted this to happen, but that didn’t matter right now. you just needed grayson.

grayson continued to rub your back and whisper comforting things in your ear, but in reality, he was ready to raise hell thinking about the man who touched you. you two have never really been friends and hell he never really gave you the light of day. yet he never wanted anything bad to happen to you, especially something like this. he’s never seen you this drunk before and he definitely won’t admit it, but it’s nice that you found him and not rose or kent.

“y/n, let’s go home yeah? i don’t want you to be here any longer. we need to get you home and in bed.” grayson explained, you looked up at him with glossy, stained mascara eyes and gave him a nod.

“but what about the man? what if we see him on our way out?” you asked, holding on to him even tighter than before.

“i hope we don’t, but if we do that asshole will know to never touch another woman again, especially you y/n. i am so sorry that this happened to you.” by surprise, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. you were shocked of course, but you didn’t say anything. you just smiled to yourself and followed grayson to the entrance.

[idk-dolans]

Could you imagine Grayson calling you mama during being a baby for 24 hours?

Imagine him asking to be breastfed?

Oh yeah, I can totally see that as a Grayson thing hehe. Here you go! I got carried away and it's a little smutty but also I think it's kinda short so I'm sorry about that :( Hope you'll like it tho!

Warnings: kinda Smut, choking

“(Y/N)!” Grayson whined, moving from side to side on the bed. You didn’t even notice as you were too focused on your laptop, watching the new Spiderman movie. Gray tried to catch your attention, letting out another weird noise and he frowned when his attempt failed.

“Mama!” He dramatically shouts and you pause the movie, turning to him surprised. You laugh a little and raise an eyebrow.

“What?” You ask, putting the laptop aside and coming closer to him. Grayson smiled, being proud that he successfully got your eyes on him and turned to his side to look at you.

“Give me attention!” he demands and then pouts, making you laugh again. Almost all day went by like this, with Grayson being a needy little child that tried to have your attention on him all the time and when you didn’t give it to him he would start to throw a tantrum.

“You’re such a baby today!” You complain, jokingly rolling your eyes at him and he smirks while putting his hand on your leg.

“Alright, pull ya titty out then.” He shrugged, looking innocently at you. “Breastfeed me.” He winks and without a second thought he hovers over you, pinning you down on the mattres. You looked up at him, eyebrows raised in confusion and excitedness as he caught one of your hands in his.

“Will you take off your shirt for me?” Grayson asks and you nod involuntary. He takes your other hand too and guides your moves, never breaking eye contact with you. His gaze was lustful and a little intimidating as if he was already undressing you with only his eyes. Once your shirt was down, he layed down between your legs and cupped your breasts. Squeezing them together, he put his head down on them, caressing them and feeling the soft skin on his face. He breathed hot air on them, making you shiver and your nipples to harden. Grayson traces his thumbs over your nipples and you let out a soft whimper which made Grayson smile. Letting his head down again, he lightly licks your nipple, making circles with the tip of his tongue around it before taking it into his mouth. You moaned, your hands finding his hair and pulling at it while arching your back a little for him to have more access. He sucked at it, but didn’t do it in a brutal way or hungrily as he usually does, instead his lips were sensual around your nipple and onto your breast, leaving open-mouthed kisses on it.

You were awoken from your state of pleasure by your phone which was vibrating on the nightstand beside the bed and you turned your head to its direction, trying to get it so you could see who was calling. Grayson fastly grabbed your hand and wrapped his other hand around your neck, making you look at him.

“I wasn’t finished.”

[poguesholland]

No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

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Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

[saturngrqy]

i need some angst tonight. could i do one were y/n comes back from work but no one was home and so u decide to make dinner for everyone as a surprise but then see them all come back and y/n asked them where they were and said that they gone out o eat, the’ gray feels bad cause he thought u were working late and he saw the dinner u made and y/n sitting alone at the table eat her dinner alone gray and y/n are dating. i’m so so so sorry of this doesn’t make sense

no it does ! thank you for sending it in :D

You groaned, stepping into the air- conditioned kitchen. You kicked your sneakers off, throwing your keys onto the counter afterwards. You walked down the hallway to you and Grayson's shared bedroom, excited to get some rest in after a really long, frustrating day of work.

However, when you walked into the room, it was completely vacant. You frowned, checking the bathroom and closet as well.

"Grayson?" You called, exiting the room. No one answered.

You smirked, thinking of an idea. You wanted to cook him dinner, considering he always complimented your cooking and you had figured he was at a meeting or went to hang out with some of his friends.

You whipped out your laptop, going to pinterest to search up some good recipes. You found one and began getting all the ingredients out, placing them on the island.

It took you around an hour to chef up the whole dinner, including two extra plates for Ethan and Kristina. You set up the table as well, putting two crystal candles in the center and lighting them. Right as you finished lighting them, the door opened to reveal everyone.

They walked in, laughing. You stood up straight, waiting for them to notice your surprise. Grayson was the first to notice, and your mood instantly deflated as you saw him purse his lips and frown.

"Uh, Y/n, sweetheart," he began warily. "We- we just got back from dinner,"

You sucked in a breath, instantly upset. "Oh."

"I'm sorry baby, we thought you weren't gonna come home until late. We were gonna bring you something home, but it appears we forgot," he says, motioning to his empty hands.

"No- it's okay," you spoke quietly. "We can just save this for tomorrow. I think I'm going to eat some though, I haven't eaten since this morning," you explain, sitting down in the booth seat.

Grayson smiled softly and laid down on the couch. Ethan and Kristina were right behind him, but first they both gave you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Y/n, we really thought you were working closing hours tonight. That's totally our fault. But thank you for making us dinner!" Kristina cheered, grasping Ethan's hand and shuffling to sit next to Grayson.

You slouched, grabbing your fork and digging into your plate. You ate quietly, not saying a word as you stared at the empty seats in front of you.

Grayson turned around, gazing at you as you sulked. His throat tightened, and guilt instantly flooded him. He continued to stare at you for about 5 minutes before he decided to get up and join you, despite his full stomach.

You looked up, surprised as he slid into the booth next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, squeezing your upper arm.

"What are you doing, Grayson," you asked blankly.

"I'm eating dinner," he exclaimed, immediately scarfing down as many bites as he could.

You sighed. "Grayson, if you're full I totally understand. You don't have to eat it just because you feel bad,"

"No," he said, mouth full of food. "I'll never get tired of your cooking. Mmh, this is delicious babe,"

You scoffed, looking down at your lap and grinning slightly.

He glanced back up at you. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," you chuckled. "You're too good for me,"

"Shut up," he quickly interjected. "You just made a five-course meal for us while we ditched and went out to get fast food. We suck,"

You giggled, leaning into his shoulder. He laughed as well, pressing a quick kiss to to your forehead.

"Thank you," he whispered.

[strangerquinns]

39 w Ethan

send in prompts for whoever! (for 8/12 only!)

39. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

warning: 18+, degradation, oral (m/f receiving) unprotected sex, spanking, slight praise kink, creampie (just full on nasty)

No one pissed you off more than Ethan Dolan. It seemed that no matter what he knew exactly what to do in order to piss you off. The only reason you were even around him was that Grayson was your best friend. Grayson didn't understand why the two of you didn't get along, he thought for sure when he had you two meet you'd get along perfectly. But instead, Ethan and you bumped heads.

From that moment Ethan Dolan was a nascence to your life.

As much as you wanted to tell Grayson "no" when he invited you to the trip the group was gonna take, you couldn't when he began to beg you with puppy dog eyes.

"Come on, it's a beautiful cabin in Colorado, right off the lake, it's going to be amazing and so much fun. But it's only going to be fun if my best friend is there."

"Ethan is going to be there," You groaned

"Along with everyone else, please, there is a group of us so it's not like you're going to be alone with him or something. You can bunk with Nina and I'll make Ethan and I are on the other side ok?"

You sighed heavily, "Fine, fine."

So here you were nearly trapped in the middle of the woods with everyone, but unfortunately, Ethan as well. The first day Grayson was able to keep his promise that you weren't really around Ethan. The two of you separated for most of the day meaning you weren't able to have one of your bicker matches. But the same couldn't be said for the second day.

It seemed from the moment you woke up, Ethan was there. Rolling his eyes any time you gave in your opinions about what the group should do. Or you were making a snide comment any time he talked about something, acting as if what he was saying was true. That was a trait of Ethan's that annoyed you the most, having him go on his tirades where it seemed he was just speaking nonsense.

For Ethan annoying, you were all foreplay. At first, he found you a little annoying, but it was more so that you were new and he didn't really trust you. But with time passing, he saw you as someone that was good and trustworthy. But it seemed to be the placement that you two were to be enemies. So now he just got a sick kick out of it. It turned him on to see you huff and walk off. Or the little eye rolls you would do any time he teased you.

But the climax of your rivalry came to a head.

Everyone else left behind for the beach, you weren't feeling up for it. So you opted to stay back and catch up on a book while everyone headed down. Well, you thought everyone. Much to your disappointment, Ethan was laying across the couch watching tv when you came from your room. Instantly your mood was soiled.

"You have got to be kidding me," You grumbled with a pout on your lips.

But Ethan just looked up towards you and smirked, "Oh, did I ruin the princesses day?"

"Fuck off," You glared towards him as you moved around towards the chair on the other side of the living room.

"Fiesty this morning aren't you?" Ethan's smirk just grew larger as he watched the pissed-off look come across your face more.

"I don't know why but you're more annoying on this trip than usual," You spoke, "Like something crawled up your ass and died."

"I think you have yourself mixed up with me,"

"Right," You snapped, "Because I'm the pretentious asshole,"

Ethan groaned “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Your eyes went wide as you heard him, waiting for him to say something else, like that he was joking. But it never came. Instead he just stared towards you as if silently challenging you. The air between the two of you became thick with tension. For a moment your eyes moved down to his cock, lingering for a moment, before moving back up to his eyes. His cocky smirk only got bigger.

"You want to don't you?" Ethan asked "I can see that you do, eager little look in your eyes."

"You don't know what I want." You snapped back

Ethan moved off the couch and towards you, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he moved across the room. Your heart began to race as he neared closer and closer before standing directly in front of you. His legs touched against your knees, and for a moment, you couldn't help but look down again. You bit your lip before looking back towards him.

"You act like you hate me, but I think we both know you want something more from me," His thumb moved along your lower lip, pulling it from your teeth, but keeping his eyes locked on yours. "But that's ok, I want the same thing."

"And what do you think I need?" Your voice was soft

"You wanna wrap these pretty lips around my cock," He stepped towards you more, your legs parting to allow him between them, "Don't you."

You went to open your mouth to deny him, but he interrupted you.

"Don't lie."

His hand moved to cup along your jaw, tilting your head up towards him. He could feel your pulse fast against his hand. You fidgeted in your seat as you felt your arousal start to pool between your legs.

You acted quickly before you could even have second thoughts about it. You reached quickly for the edge of his shorts and pulled them down, palming over his hardened cock. A small wanton moan slipped past your lips as he came into view, his thick hardness bobbing slightly. You felt this suddent urge to have him down your throat. It was like all the hatred you'd been harbouring turned into lust.

"Come on baby, be a good little slut," Ethan's voice was deeper and heavy with lust as he looked down towards you, a small bead of precum moving down his length. Your tongue swept across your lower lip before soon your tongue as on him.

He nearly growled loudly as the feeling of your tongue against him. Your name came out as a curse when your lips wrapped around him fully. You even moaned yourself when the heady taste of his cock and precum met your tongue. It was entoxicating how good he tasted and how much you loved him in your mouth.

"Yes...f-fuck...that's it baby...take all of my cock down your throat."

Ethan fisted your hair and began to guide you down his cock more and more, drawing you down his length more and more. The dark look in his eyes drove you, wanting to please him, but also wanting to make him fall apart because of you.

Ethan wanted to commit the memory of you sucking his cock to his memory. Because truthfully it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. How eager you were to take all of him down your throat. How the sounds you were making were only turning him on more. He found to keep his eyes on you, losing himself with how good you were sucking his cock.

But his eyes looked down to a slight movement. When his eyes traveled down your body slightly, he saw that your hand was down your shorts. The ever knowing movement of your fingers working against your clit.

You were touching yourself as his cock fucked the back of your throat.

"You fucking dirty, whore. Touching yourself while sucking my cock" You moaned around his cock as an answer. "You wet for me?"

You slowly pulled off his cock with a soft pop, your breath coming out laboured. "Why don't you come and find out?"

You smirked and laid back against the couch, spreading your legs more.

Ethan was welcome to the challenge. He pushed down the rest of his shorts, before grabbing your shirts and pulling them down. Ethan pressed your legs up and towards your chest, your glistening pussy coming into view. He felt his cock twitch as your scent, needing to know if you tasted as good as you smelled.

"Ethan!" You moaned out loudly as his tongue pressed against your slit, before sucking on your clit. Your hips moved up towards his mouth needing more from him. "Oh fuck!"

He eagerly worked his mouth against your pussy, making sure his tongue tasted and took everything you were giving him. Ethan loved the feeling of your legs shaking beneath his hands as he held them above his head, spreading you wide open.

Your loud moaned filled the cabin as you withered beneath him.

"I-I'm gonna cum...please...don't stop, don't stop...Ethan," You begged for him, needing to cum, loving how he was manipulating your body.

"No no, baby," Ethan sat back, your arousal glistening on his lips. "You gonna cum on my cock like the good fucking whore that you are."

Ethan moved quickly to rub his cock against your slit, teasing you both more, before pulling back to thrust into you. A loud moan came from deep inside of you as he stretched your pussy, never having someone fill you up like he did. It was nearly painful with how much he stretched you. Your hands gripped tightly to the arms of the chair, needing something to hold onto as Ethan merciloussly fucked you.

"Oh yes! Fuck!" Ethan nearly folded you in half as he fucked into you, loving how your swollen pussy lips wrapped around his cock. Eagerly sucking him in deep. "God damn this pussy, baby."

You were a babbling mess beneath him, clearly fucked out of your mind, watching this man. He was a sight and soon you were falling over the edge for him.

Ethan slowed his movements down to slowly pull his cock in and out of you, drawing out your orgasm as you shook beneath him. For a moment he thought you were going to pass out with how your eyes seemed to roll into the back of your head.

"You like it, like it how I fuck you?" Ethan asked, his tone tender, caressing your face to have your eyes focus on him for a moment.

"Y-yes," You whimpered "Oh god yes."

"You my whore?" Ethan asked, still moving slowly against you

"Yes...yes."

The cocky smirk came back across Ethan's lips as he moved you, pulling you out of the small chair and down to the floor. You gasped slightly when you felt him pull out of you a empty ache forming between your legs. But before you could beg to have him back deep inside of you, Ethan had you on your knees, your chest pressed down against the floor.

His hand smacked against your ass causing a small yelp to come from you.

Ethan grabbed your waist and thrust back into you, quickly going back to his pace from before. You once again became a bumbling mess beneath him. Your hands searching for something to grab as you moved against the rug beneath you. You thought for a moment about how you were going to most likely have rug burn on your knees and possibly your chest, but with how good Ethan was making you feel, you didn't care.

"Mmm, such a good girl taking my cock." Ethan's hands caressed over your ass before spanking you again, " Your pussy clenched around him as he called you a good girl, "Oh, you like that? Like being called my good girl?"

Ethan slapped your ass when you didn't answer, eliciting a breathy "Yes," from you.

"Oh I'm gonna cum...gonna fucking fill this pussy...mmm, fuck!" Ethan moaned with his thrusts becoming short and hard thrusts. He stilled above you and called out your name as he spilled inside of you. The feeling of his cum sent your body into another small orgasm, losing control from a moment, and squirting slightly.

Your body seemed to be out of your control as you whimper, shook and trembled beneath him.

Ethan caught himself as his seemed to lose strenght for a moment, unable to hold himself up. His sweaty chest pressed against your back and slowly moved the two of you to lay across the area rug. The two of you laid, coming down from your high, only your soft pants sounding between you.

Ethan groaned being the first to move, grabbing your hips gently and slowly pulling out of you, a soft whimper in protest coming from you. He moved you onto your back and spread your legs slightly, watching as his cum slowly began to spread down along your slit and thighs.

"Damn baby," He whispered, before moving his fingers along your slit, you moaned softly as the sensation.

"Ethan, please," You eyes were barely open as you looked down towards him.

"If you think for a second I'm done with you, you're mistaken baby."

wow

so sorry this took forever my computer was being stupid for the longest time.

[babyboy-cody]

I don’t know if you’ve done this before but for Ethan could you possibly do him eating his girlfriend out for the first time and he makes her squirt? 🙊

holy moly, i’m bout to BUST 🥴

Your breaths were labored as you tried to form your words, but they were slurred and jumbled together because you couldn’t fucking think straight. Your thighs were being held open by Ethan’s hands, his fingers digging into your skin and tensing in order to keep still. He pulled his head up from between your thighs, staring up at you with his lips dark pink and jaw all wet from your slick.

“Can I continue or are you gonna keep moving?” He asked with a smirk, a smug grin on his lips when you throw your head back from the feeling of his hot breath on your sensitive clit.

“K-Keep going, E, please please please,” you babbled breathlessly, hands desperately holding onto his hair - grabbing, yanking, tugging. When his mouth was back on your pussy, you couldn’t help but let out a long, drawn out, “fuuuccckkk.”

You never knew how good it would feel getting your pussy ate. You’ve never ever done it before with your past relationships. They always seemed disgusted or weirded out from putting their mouth near your lower area, meanwhile you would do anything and everything to pleasure them. But then Ethan was the one who came to you.

“Lets try it out,” he had told you earlier today, shrugging nonchalantly at the idea and more than happy to give you what you’ve never experienced before. “If you don’t like, we won’t do it again, okay?”

But now, you were able to see what your friends were talking about. The pure pleasure of being eaten out was unlike no other. You could already feel the warmth spreading through your lower stomach, going lower and lower until you felt it between your thighs. You threw up head back with another muffled whine, eyes closed tight and eyebrows drawn.

Ethan’s tongue flattened against your clit as he licked up and down with enough pressure that has your inner thighs twitching. He can see from the way your breathing becomes more labored and how your mouth falls open. He sucks your clit between his puffy lips, using his hot tongue to lick just under the hood of your clit, pressing down against the sensitive spot of your clit. He did it again and again and again until you were quite literally dripping and soaking the sheets.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum,” you rushed out, hands grabbing the back of Ethan’s head to press him harder against your eager pussy.

His hands go under the crook of your legs to spread your thighs even wider and to also push your knees to your chest. The wet noises of his tongue flicking against your clit had your head swimming and your cheeks warming. But then, you felt it. You felt that churning in the pit of your stomach, the knot tightening and the faint flutters on your clit. Your toes curled on either side of Ethan’s head. He let out a gruff chuckle, pulling back to spit on your pussy before going to town again.

He was more rough with it. He sucked your clit harder, flicked his tongue faster, licked slower. It was all so intense and you couldn’t even talk. You were so pleasure drunk that you couldn’t even warn him about your oncoming orgasm.

“Right there, baby! Right there, right there, right there,” you whined, eyes crossing and mouth falling open to let out a really loud and long moan before you wetness gushed out of you, spilling all over Ethan’s mouth and chest. However, he kept on licking and sucking, not stopping even when you were twitching uncontrollably. You felt another burst of wetness spill out of your pussy, your moans unable to stop and quiet down. You almost felt bad that Grayson’s room was just a few feet away. This feeling was so foreign and stronger than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Sure, you’ve cum really hard before. But you were never able to squirt. Ethan was most certainly surprised that his mouth and tongue were able to make you do that for the first time in your relationship.

He sits up on his knees, his bare and tattooed torso glistening from your wetness that spilled all over him. You were still panting as if you ran a marathon. Your thighs were still quivering and you hadn’t opened your eyes yet. Ethan grinned and couldn’t hold back a loud laugh that stirred you. “I made you squirt! Holy fucking shit!”

“Sh-Shut up,” you shakily told him, your voice hoarse and low after yelling out moan after moan. “Such a douchebag.”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he arrogantly stated. “I wish we got that on camera cause that was so fucking hot.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a sluggish laugh. He crawled on top of you, being mindful of applying pressure to your extremely sensitive lower region. Ethan’s hands grabbed onto your cheeks to give your lips a lot of kisses, his own lips still slick from your wetness. You licked your lips and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You taste like my pussy,” you told him softly with a smirk.

He looks down at you with his own smirk. “Yeah? Well your pussy tasted really good.” His voice was down a few notches, the low gruffness causing you to get excited again. “How sensitive is she?”

“I don’t think she can handle anymore,” you told him with a laugh before patting his chest. “But I do have a secret to tell you.”

“And what’s that?” He smiled down at you, his messy hair falling on his forehead from your pulling.

You grabbing him by his shoulders, thighs closing around his hips, and lips brushing against the shell of his ear before whispering, “I know how to deepthroat…”

You couldn’t sworn you heard his breathing stop.

[godcent]

inflamed - g.b.d

  “grayson, get up.” i tsk. “oh my fuck” he mouthed. it was moments like these that made me feel like i was in my thirties, raising a child. “baby please. it’s her birthday. i promised her we’d be there.” 

  my closest friend, brandi, was turning 21 that day. she wanted to do something significant for the significant date it was. what kind of friend would i be if we didn’t make an appearance? 

   grayson dragged himself to the closet. i’d been waiting for him to get off of his ass for fifteen minutes. i walked up to the bathroom mirror, pulling my makeup bag from under the sink. i grabbed a rubber band to pull my hair out of my face. i saw him walk up behind me as i put my hair into a ponytail. 

   “i love seeing your hair in a ponytail.” he smirked. i turned around, my mouth agape. he laughed at the disbelief on my face. “get your mind out of the gutter please, gray.” i chuckled. he walked off.

  after painting my face for a solid 45 minutes, i walked into my room, desperately looking for something to wear. i pulled on my favorite long sleeve dress, smiling. perfect, i thought. 

   i picked out some tag-along accessories and pulled my hair our of the loose ponytail it was in. i decided to embrace my natural curls tonight. i also kind of had to embrace them or we’d miss the whole party. 

  grayson, being the absolute doll he is, had already started the car and was in the driver’s seat. i ran out the door smiling. my head tilted to the side as i blew him a kiss. i pulled the passenger door open and hopped in. 

 “you look so sexy in that dress, y/n” he eyed me down. he never failed to make me feel better about how i looked, regardless of how i felt before. “wait ‘til you see me out of it!” i held back my laugh. he giggled at my remark and drove off. 

  it was dark out. i watched the streetlights pass us by. i was ready to show grayson a good time. and to prove to him that this was worth getting out of bed for. 

   we arrive at her over-sized home, her driveway already filled. me and gray stepped out of the car simultaneously. i waited for him to walk over to my side of the car. we grabbed each other’s hand and walked in. 

  immediately, in front of us was the kitchen where all of the drinks were being made. on the table were three bottles of tito’s. i looked over at him, ushering him toward it. i raised my eyebrows and shrugged, why not?

   i picked up the glass bottle and poured the two of us a shot. he took his, and i took mine. the fingers on our spare hand interlocked as we downed the bitter liquid. our glasses were set back on the table in a tidy fashion. 

  i cupped his face and gave him a kiss. “thank you for coming, handsome.” i mumbled into his ear. 

   we made our way into the busier side of the house, our hands not once losing contact. when the music was detectable, i stopped for a dance break. i threw my arms in the air, letting my body absorb the lyrics. grayson clutched my waist from behind. my hips swayed to the rhythm. the song slowed it’s pace, and i bent myself over. i felt one of his hands leave my hip and entwined his fingers with my brunette locks. he pulled my hair and straightened me up. “no panties?” he kissed me as the song came to a slow stop. 

  after a while, we got sick of the muffled music and alcohol. i said goodbye to the couple of people i knew and grayson and i headed out the door. 

  “i am going to ruin that pretty makeup” he whispered. 

[ohtobeleah]

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[impaladolan]

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

summary: after a long week of work, y/n needs some sort of relaxation and relief. although, her outlook on relieving her frustrations isn’t what grayson had in mind...

warnings: tid bit fluffy, swearing, vibrator use, & smut

a/n: been in my unfinished drafts for a bit..

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, baby?" Grayson longingly questioned, his brows crinkled and his lips almost forming a pout.

"I haven't been able to do laundry all week. God knows it won't get done unless I do it now." Y/N chuckles, balancing a full basket of freshly dried clothes on her hip, watching her lover wrap his fist around the front door's handle.

Every other weekend, at the Dolan residences, the two brothers, and sometimes their wives, would gather with some of their friends and watch their favorite football teams. And later on, they'd play board games or watch some movies. Normally, Y/N would be the one begging Grayson to hurry up and get ready to attend the biweekly event, except this time.

Y/N has different plans...

It had been a brutal week at work, her boss was currently taking out her "divorce emotions" on her employees and Y/N was getting the rougher end of it. She was relieved when it was finally the weekend and she could stress clean, calm her nerves in some sort of self efficient way and relax after a tough couple days.

She hadn't even had the thought of a sexual release, until she had dreamt multiple naughty scenarios just last night during her deep slumber. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what all she had dreamed, but she remembers waking up with a dripping arousal and a sore ache at her very center. And though her husband was laid right next to her, perfectly capable of satisfying her womanly needs, she decided using other resources would be a better fit.

Don't get her wrong, she loves being pleasured by the only man who knows exactly how to, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to come across as a sex-crazed women to Grayson, even though it would never make a difference to him.

They're married, for goodness sake.

"I can stay back and help out. We could even have our own little movie night if you wanted," He began, releasing his hand from the door and taking a few steps toward Y/N, whose lips turned into a cheesy smile as he drew closer to her.

"Just you and me," He took the basket filled with clothes from her hip and set it on the floor, intertwining his large hands with her smaller ones, eliciting a short laugh from Y/N. He brought her closer to his frontside, creating a ballroom dance-like formation and began shuffling around with her in his arms. Like an old married couple, they slowly danced around the room, him twirling her in his grasp while Y/N admirably gazed upon him.

Her cheeks were rosy with admiration, finding his little act of affection adorable. "You get easily distracted, huh?" Y/N grinned, resting her chin happily on his shoulder, his minuscule beard hairs tickling certain parts of her neck.

"Well, you looked too pretty over here by yourself," He softly explained against her ear. "And I wanted to dance around a room with a beautiful woman like you. So, I am." He lowered his hands beneath her and slew her into a romantic dip, planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. She returned one back, feeling her heart grow two sizes larger, much like the Grinch movie portrays, if anything.

"Grayson, I know how much you enjoy football, especially with the boys," She was only making excuses, but he had tempted her to just cuddle on the couch all day and watch plethoras of movies and munch on various snacks. But the low rattle in the depths her core was motioning her in a different way, and she just couldn't survive the rest of the day without fixing her little problem.

"Hmm, you're right. But when I get back, we're ordering take out and watching movies. Got it?" He chuckles, bringing the both of them back up into a standing position.

"M'hm, be safe." Y/N smiles, planting another kiss on her lover's lips before leaving his warmth. She waved goodbye to him as he left their abode, sweetly grinning as she went back to finishing up the laundry before the real reason she was staying home, would begin.

Though the couple's intimate relations seemed innocent and loving, they each had a different side to them, specifically in the bedroom.

The two never shied away from new experiences and would most certainly dabble into different areas of the "sex world," if you will. They, of course, had their preferences and different kinks, but Y/N seemed to be more open and freeing for that sort of stuff.

For the different occasions that they felt a bit more lustful and yearning for one another, they kept a locked trunk of knickknacks in their closet. You see, that's the one Grayson knows about, but Y/N keeps a smaller one, filled to the brim with all of her own toys, in a section of her closet that he never really pays attention to. If he had any idea that she kept self-pleasuring items for her own uses, he'd be absolutely ballistic.

Thankfully, he doesn't...

The moment Y/N threw the last bits of dirty laundry left, into the washer, she practically sprinted to their shared bedroom. After rummaging through the trunk filled with "accessories," she found a nice, pretty pink vibrator to do the trick, as well as a black silk blindfold to shield her own eyes. She was already rid of her clothes and sprawled across the wide bed in an instance, tying the piece of cloth over her eyes. 

Though, unbeknownst to Y/N, Grayson was already on his way back home. As soon as he had pulled into his brother's driveway, they had called to cancel— a certain emergency about something Grayson didn't really pay attention to listen to. He was thrilled that he didn't have to leave Y/N at home, all by herself to do chores all day. And luckily, their houses weren't too far apart from each other, so Grayson was back home within fifteen minutes of leaving it.

He didn't feel the need to text Y/N, she was probably busy anyway and possibly wouldn't respond. He figured she would hear the garage door open and expect that he was already home.

Little does he know...

As soon as he was parked and out of his vehicle, Grayson was trudging down stairs to the laundry room, in search of Y/N. He was surprised that she wasn't there, but he figured she might just be folding on the couch, trying to get ahead on one of the TV series the two were drawn into.

Grayson chuckles as he makes his way back upstairs, though his brows curtly furrow, his ears almost perking at the muffled sounds coming from the hallway.

Their shared room, to be precise.

With a pondering look upon his face, he kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards his bedroom, quietly twisting the door handle and pushing it inward. He opens the door wide enough to secretly look inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped the entire expanse. The noises he had heard only seconds ago were more prominent, and his eyes had fallen on the object creating the aroused sounds;

Y/N.

She was laid out on their bed, legs wide open and shaking while her hands were constantly pressuring a fucking sex toy against her soaked pussy. Grayson froze, pure anger washing over him and turning his face a turbulent shade of red, washing away his pleasant mood. He almost stormed in there, ready to rip the stupid machine away from her hands and show her what a real orgasm feels like.

But he somehow contained himself, and instead, watched the scene play out in front of his very own eyes, vexation spilling from his entire countenance.

Y/N didn't hear the garage door open and close, or even the beep of Grayson's truck when he locked it.  She hadn't even heard his feet stomping up and down the stairs, or his lingering chuckles. She was so caught up in how she was feeling.

The artificial vibrations that buzzed upon her core made the world around her so euphoric and heavenly. She'd brush the toy upon her clit, forcing her entire body shake with deep pleasure and a soft moan to emit from her mouth. It felt so nice, and she was so close to the brink of releasing.

She was already feeling better, and naughty. If Grayson were to find her this way, masturbating  freely in the open and satisfying herself, she would never live to see another day. But she didn't care at this point, she just wanted to finally cum.

And she was extremely close.

Her hips began to buckle, while her backside rose from the bed and her free hand twisted at the sheets beneath her. "Mm- just a little more—" Her entire core was pulsating, so fucking close to just letting go.

So close..

"Don't fucking cum yet, slut." Grayson's voice boomed throughout the room, making Y/N's movements freeze in terror and shock. Before she could think of some sort of explanation or reasoning as to what she's doing, her blindfold is ripped from her eyes, while the vibrator that was once nuzzled up on her pussy, was taken away as well. Now, she felt so empty and wanting, edged to an almost release.

"Jesus- You're fucking dripping, for fucksake." His tone was harsh, and Y/N felt like crying. She held onto her tears as she watched him examine the drenched vibrator, still buzzing in his hands. Out of the loss of contact, she began to whine, squeezing her thighs together to create at least a little bit of friction.

"Grayson, please—" She began to huff, but her shuttering voice was interrupted by the aggravated man pacing in front of her.

"I don't think I fucking asked you to talk, did I?" He glared at her, though just the sight of Y/N's exposed body made him shudder with a tinge of want.

Against his wishes, Y/N continued her whines, her breathing still ragged and finally her own hand traveling down to her soaked heat. She didn't care if she'd be in more trouble, she just needed to unravel the knot inside her, whether she'd pay for that mistake later or if not.

She didn't get far, because Grayson caught her wrist before it made it all the way down to her center, and brought it up to the headboard. He wrapped a leather strip around both of her wrists, mumbling incoherent spews of anger, doing the same with her ankles against the bedposts.

"I-I, I thought you were gonna watch football.." She began, but a low growl sounded from Grayson, and the blindfold was placed back over her eyes, while a different type of cloth was shoved in her mouth. Y/N feels the numbing slap across her thigh before hearing the connection's sound, an exasperated scream muffling out of her filled mouth.

"I'd stop talking if I were you. Unless you want to be choked by Daddy’s fucking cock, darling." His voice rattled her insides, and she dared not to make another sound, already dug far too deep in a hole anyway. "Get ready princess, m'gonna edge the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you'll remember to ask me for permission to use your fucking toys." His voice soon faded from her ears as a higher vibration than before was nudged right up against her swollen clit, making her figure convulse in imploding pleasure.

It took an entire hour for Grayson to edge Y/N twelve fucking times. She was a mess, sweat droplets dotting her hairline while her pussy remained in slippery shambles. He didn't say a word, and Y/N held her tongue from shouting profanities after the several losses of contact. She hadn't came yet, but if she didn't soon— she would find a way to get out of her restraints and finish off what she had started herself.

It had been several minutes since Grayson had pulled her to the brink of an orgasm, and she was starting to think that he'd never come back. She had heard the sound of a zipper earlier, and she couldn't tell if he was doing something to ease his own pain while she laid there, so high strung and breathless. She was about to call out his name, but the warmth of his tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves and she let out an exasperated sigh, pulling on the cuffs tied around her wrists.

He slipped his tongue in skillful motions, his hands pushing up underneath her thighs as he lapped up her liquids. Y/N was so sensitive to touch, anything that remotely stroked her could heighten her arousal and make her lust for more.

Within seconds, her hips were shaking and her back arched above the mattress, her toes curling under the pressure. And his voice finally sang the heavenly words she had been waiting for the entire time;

"Cum, princess."

Y/N released all over his lips, a high-pitched scream sounding from her mouth as she finally unravels, her legs bucking against their restraints. She spits out the cloth from her mouth and heavily breathes, murmuring praises to the man between her legs.

"I'm sorry, Grayson."

a/n: did this completely suck? i haven’t really written in third person in awhile, so i need honest opinions..

[livexdolan]

Part 4 of frat gray please queen 🧍‍♀️

A/n: I would literally die for anyone who calls me queen. Anywho...

Masterlist

Previously (Pt. 3)

(We’re gonna skip the rest of the car ride because I think we’ve spent enough time in the back of a Tesla)

“Alright, bitches we’re here! File out!” Ethan yells, jolting me awake.

You look up to realize your head fell onto Grayson’s shoulder and he must’ve fallen asleep too because his head was rested on yours. When you move away, Grayson sits up straighter and you awkwardly look at each other, seeing as the two of you haven’t talked since the gas station.

“Go ahead,” Grayson finally says, grabbing your things and pushing out of the cramped backseat, your feet crunching under the frozen ground.

You take a deep breath of the crisp air and close your eyes. Listening to the sound of nature for a moment, letting it ground you.

“Alright Ms. Yogi let’s go,” Ryan pats your shoulder and you open my eyes, rolling them at him and walking over to the trunk.

Grayson pulls your bag out wordlessly, dropping it next to his on the ground. When you go to pick it up he stops you, “I got it,” he mutters, walking away with our bags before you can protest.

You sigh and begrudgingly trudge up the front steps of the large house that was modeled to look like a log cabin after him. Ethan unlocks the front door as you look around the front porch, the large bay windows giving us a sneak-peek of the inside and we all file in. You stop in awe and look around and the beautiful cabin.

There’s a large open living room with a beautiful stainless-steel kitchen, a large bar/island separates the two rooms but keeps the open-flow going. There’s a stone fireplace and a fur rug that looks softer than your bed. Big, brown leather couches and love-seats are placed facing each other, a glass and dark-oak coffee table between them. There’s a flat-screen tv on the mantle. Almost the whole back wall of the house is windows, showing the lake and wooden balcony, stone steps leading down to a grill, pool, hot tub, and a rolling yard.

“How many rooms are there in this place?”

“How expensive is this?”

“Holy shit! Did y’all see the pool?”

“Look at this kitchen!”

“There’s free TV! They have Netflix, Disney+, Hulu, and Amazon Prime!”

“Everyone gather around!” Ethan yells, silencing all the excited questions and murmurs.

We all walk over to the island, four of us sitting on the stools and Grayson and Ethan stand across from us.

“I know some of you were wondering about prices,” Ethan pauses, looking at Grayson for a second, “But this place is completely free because well- it’s ours.”

“Wait- what?” You don’t even realize you said that out loud, looking at them with wide eyes and an open mouth. Grayson catches a flash of hurt in your eyes- knowing it’s because they didn’t tell you.

“Yeah, our parents bought it awhile back as a vacation house so they could come stay and visit us and everyone but- now that Dads gone ma doesn’t come out here as much as she used to so- we wanted to bring all are friends up here to get in some use,” Grayson finally speaks up, looking at you the whole time, hoping you don’t get upset with him for not telling you.

Your brows furrow and you blink at him, “And you never told me?” Your small voice might’ve been quiet but it silenced all the other chatting. Everyone looked between you and Grayson, you and Grayson, whom you’re now stuck in a staring contest with.

“I think I’m going to check out that backyard,” Ethan announces, trying to get away from the tension.

Everyone else agrees, following him out the back French double doors. You continue to look at Grayson wordlessly and he breaks first, looking down at the counter and sighing. “I wanted to tell you,” his voice is quiet but you can hear him perfectly.

“Really? How could you- you kept an entire house from me, Grayson. I can’t believe I ever thought we were best friends,” you laugh, voice cracking.

Grayson’s head shoots up and he looks at you with furrowed brows and pleading eyes, “You were- you are my best friend! We didn’t tell anyone! No one knew about this place except for family!”

I scoff, glancing to the backyard, “So, Kristina didn’t know? She had no idea?” Grayson stays silent and I look back at him, knowing the answer.

“She’s Ethans girlfriend! Of course, she knew. Ma invited her out here once and-“ he stops when he sees your face.

“Of course she did,” you couldn’t help but chuckle mirthlessly, eyes watering slightly, “and she never once asked you to bring me?” You know the answer. Grayson’s head drops back down and that’s your confirmation, “What is it? Huh? Was that too much for you, Grayson? Did you think that by bringing me here to hang out with your family and your brother and his girlfriend you’d feel like you were being pressured into dating me? Because God forbid you think of me as more than a friend,” you throw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. Standing up you glare at him.

“That- no! God, no. Listen, y/n, I don’t know what’s going on with me, but as of recently” his voice is panicked, “I don’t know! I always saw you as my best friend. My platonic soulmate but over the past few months I’ve- I’ve noticed things about you. Things I never noticed before and they make me feel all weird and warm and I can’t stop thinking about you! And it scared me. I’m scared that I’m going to hurt you! Because I don’t know what’s going on with me but now I’m kissing you at gas stations and getting pissed off at seeing you and Ryan just talking!” He rambles and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Grayson- you-“ you look up at him and walk around the island, standing in front of him, “you hurt me more by not talking to me. The only way this,” you gesture to the two of you, “has ever worked is because we’ve always told each other everything. I should’ve told you a long time ago how I felt about you, and you should’ve told me how you were feeling as of recently. Maybe this wouldn’t have been so-“ you run a hand through your hair, looking for a word to sum up the mess you’re in.

“Fucked,” Grayson states simply and you laugh, a smile spreading on his lips at the sound.

“Yeah,” you smile back, “Totally fucked.”

“I know we have so much more to talk about and to fix but- for right now, can we please just go back to being best friends? Not forgetting everything that’s happened but we’ll just,” he smiles as he references the childhood movie he used to make you watch all the time as he gestures to putting a pin in a board, “put a pin in it?”

You roll your eyes, a matching smile on your lips. You know the smart thing to do would be to say no, have the talk right then and there but your heart- and your legs, for a matter-of-fact, can’t handle that right now, “Okay, bestiee.”

He makes a strangled noise in his throat at the nickname and pulls you in for a hug. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms go around your waist. You squeeze his neck a little and he reciprocates with a squeeze to your waist. Smiling into the hug, you take a deep breath. Grayson’s woodsey, outdoor, summer smell paired with his warmth is enough to make you feel calm and ready to face the world.

“I missed you,” Grayson whispers as you pull away from each other slowly.

“I missed you too,” you whisper back, smiling up at him.

You falter, realizing how close you are. Your hands are still around his neck, his still encircled around your waist.

And before you know it, for the second time in your life, you’re saying fuck friendship, and making out with Grayson Dolan.

Next (Pt. 5)...

A/n: this ones pretty long lol and that seemed like a good place to stop ;) thank you for all the support and sorry for the amount of time this part took! I honestly had to take a moment to think about where I wanted to take this concept train and I decided to go down the ✨drama✨ road. So sit back and observe babes because we’re jus getting started.

[elitegrayson]

Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to. 

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way. 

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

 “Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?” 

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night. 

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy. 

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else. 

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side. 

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm. 

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you. 

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

[idk-dolans]

Are you still taking prompts? Cause I had an idea 👀 like a scenario where Gray is a douchebag jock and y/n is kinda like a “weirder” kid but not a shy one, who is outspoken about things like political issues and feminism etc and Gray always says stupid shit to her over the years that he knows will piss her off cause he likes it when she gets mad and lectures him and basically pays attention to him, and when she realizes he’s being bratty on purpose it ends…smuttily 🤷‍♀️

Thank you for your request! I apologize in advance cause it's the first time ever that i write something like this. I've never written smut so please be understanding and tell me if it's something wrong.

Warnings: sexual content/remarks, explicit language

Word count: 1,162

“Yo!” Ethan smacks Grayson’s chest in an attempt to catch his attention from the discussion around the table they were sitting at. Grayson turns to him, eyebrow raised in confussion and annoyance. Ethan nods his head up trying to make his brother see the person standing across from their table and Grayson follows his gaze, landing his eyes on you. You were standing there, at another table with one of your friends, being caught up in a heated discussion, not really paying much attention to your surroundings. Grayson smirks looking at you from the distance, an evil plan already forming into his mind. For almost everyone else you were just the “weird girl” or even “bookworm” that talks too much about politics or planet Earth but for him you were one of the most interesting people out there in the highschool. All that started when you were just freshmen and he just wanted to prove a point in there, to make people respect him even if he had to be a douchebag for it. That until he met you and your smartass mouth, coming with snarky comments, always giving him lectures and so on and that was the moment he promised himself to never stop messing with you. You were feisty and aggressive and he liked it more than he should. Oh, and that mouth of yours… He could put it to good use.

The break was almost ending and Grayson could see you and your friend coming towards his table as you walked to the exit of the cafeteria. He heard you talking about something that has to do with Law, knowing very well that’s what you wanted to do after highschool ends. You wanted to become a prosecutor and you were very passionate about this, but he just wanted to mess with you again as you approached them.

“(Y/N), why are you talking about things like these? Don’t you know a woman’s place is in the kitchen?” He asked, a stupid smile on his face just to get more onto your nerves and you stopped for a moment to look at him and his other friends who were laughing at his comment.

“Why don’t you tell your mother that?” You ask, keeping a straight face and the people around the table fixed you with their gazes. Grayson frowned. “You probably say that because you don’t know what to do with a woman in your bedroom.” You shrugged as if it was nothing and you could see some of his friends chuckling. For Grayson surely wasn’t funny as he looked at you like a hunter and he clenched his jaw. You turned around walking away. In the last year you would lie if you would say Grayson didn’t grow on you. Of course, he was attractive and all, but there was something more to that. There was a tension between you two and you hoped that being more bratty to him than usual would make him do something. But you were about to see what you got yourself into.

You were about to close your locker as the break was over and no one could be spotted in the hallways anymore but someone slammed it for you with force making you flinch. Before you could turn around, he grabbed you into one of the janitor’s room near the lockers and covered your mouth with his hand to stop you from screaming. You widened your eyes standing still, your back stuck to the wall and Grayson’s tall and dark figure hovered over you. You frowned and moved his arm that covered your mouth.

“Grayson, what the fuck? That’s assault!” You started to protest, whisper-shouting at him and he just rolled his eyes.

“Assault-my-ass! Just shut the fuck up!” Before you could say anything else he catched your thighs in his hands and lift you up, your back still on the wall. Your eyes widened and you could feel his bulge touching the part where you needed him the most. He starts leaving hot and wet kisses along your neck and collar bones while grinding slowly onto you. He lift his right hand higher on your thigh, under your dress and cupped your asscheek, squeezing tight. You let out a whimper feeling yourself get wetter by the second and Grayson smirked at the sound like it was music for his ears.

“What are you doing?” You let out between breaths and Grayson pulled with one hand your panties to the side, tracing his finger over your clit and feeling your wetness.

“I’m showing you why I disagree with your fucking remark.” He said through gritted teeth and you giggle a little, knowing you hit his masculine ego. Oh, how fragile they really are. Grayson let down of one of your legs, still having your other one around his waist for giving you some support as you were literally trembling right now in his arms and he opened his pants. He took his length out, teasing his tip between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He grunts and you let a little moan escape your plump lips. He positioned himself at your entrance and without a warning he slams into you. You let out a load moan, throwing your head back, feeling as if he was in your stomach. Grayson put again his hand over your mouth and rolls his hips onto you for you to get used to his size. You both exhale hard through your nose and Grayson starts finally moving. You dig your nails into his shoulders, feeling him hitting all the right spots while he bites onto your neck. You start whimpering again, feeling the pitch in your stomach form.

“I know, princess, I know.” He whispered cockily into your ear while he keeps up the pace but his thrusts became more rough and deep. You could tell he was close too.

“Look at you, taking me so good…” He moves his hand from your mouth to grip your neck and bite your bottom lip. A feeling of euphoria washes over you and you roll your eyes, pulling hard at Grayson’s shirt. Your legs were shaking. He continues his moves, his thrusts becoming sloppy and you could feel his cum filling you up before pulling out, making you shiver at the sudden emptiness. The room was filled with your heavy breaths and none of you said anything for a while. The bell rang outside pointing to another break and you had to get out of there fast before the halls will fill again with people. Grayson let go of you, watching as you adjusted your clothes and hair, his attention now on your lips.

“Such a pitty,” he started and you looked up at him raising an eyebrow. “I really wanted to feel what that smart little mouth can do too.” He sighed and you roll your eyes in annoyance now.

“Why don’t you meet me later and find out?”

[poguesholland]

Electric Love | Ethan Dolan

You decide to kiss your bestfriend for a tiktok trend, not knowing he feels the same way

THE TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJhLRvMB/ (Electric Love, kissing your best friend Tiktok trend)

Warnings: flufffff, some cursing maybe?

A/N: Love this trend.

You and your bestfriend Ethan were chilling in his car, eating vegan burgers and just talking. You were a bit jittery as you were filming. Your excuse to filming was that you wanted to make a video for the end of summer but you were actually filming for a Tiktok.

The Tiktok you were filming really did not help with hiding your huge crush on Ethan. It was a Tiktok trend where one person sets up the phone and kisses their crush off guard, to confess their feelings. Obviously, Ethan didn’t know this trend since he wasn’t really big on Tiktok.

‘Electric Love’ by BØRNS played in the background as both of you finished your burgers, Ethan obviously finishing much faster than you because you were a slow eater. You tapped your leg nervously against the bottom of the car.

“But I don’t think this weeks podcast should be so long, especially if it’s just Grayson rambling about how he just built himself a new nightstand” Ethan continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. You clear your throat, “Yeah, I totally get it”. Ethan laughs, “See! Someone agrees with me! Grayson thought I was being so unreasonable for no fucking reason!”.

A laugh leaves your lips as the song edges closer to the beat drop, your hands beginning to feel clammy. You look at the camera, biting your lip in anxiousness and smiling nervously. Ethan looks at the camera then at you and chuckles, “How ‘bout you focus on me, yeah?”. You giggle, turning your body to face him.

Ethan points to his phone and you glance at his screen before you gaze at his face. He continues explaining his conflict with Grayson about the podcast episode, “So this is what Grayson wants to title the episode but really I think-”. Here goes nothing.

Your hands cup Ethan’s face, and he turns his face to look at you to see that the distance between you two was almost invisible. Instantly, you connect your lips and Ethan freezes for a second before slowly kissing you back. He registers what was happening and kisses you deeper, moving his hand to the side of your neck, holding you so lightly.

It was as if you were made of glass and he was afraid to hold you too hard. Or maybe it was because he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. His best friend, correction, his best friend that he’s in love with just kissed him. Ethan leans forwards to be closer to you, deepening the kiss, not wanting it to ever end. The feeling of his lips against yours almost driving you insane.

Once you begin to pull your lips away from his, Ethan moves a hand to the back of your head, pulling you back in. You slowly kiss him back, the butterflies in you stomach erupting at this point. Both of you pull away, but stay close enough to the point where you were breathing in each other’s air.

“Shit” Ethan laughs lightly, in disbelief, earning a small giggle from you. “T-That’s why I was filming. It was a Tiktok” You explain, moving away slightly to see your phone replaying the Tiktok. Once you don’t hear a response, you look back at Ethan to see a hurt expression on his face. “Wow- Um, just a Tiktok. Good to know” He mutters and you shake your head frantically.

“No! No, No, that’s not what I meant at all, E!” You rush but he shakes his head, shuffling back into his original position. His hands go to the steering wheel and he clenches his jaw to hide his saddened expression, looking away from you. “E, Ethan. Ethan that’s not what I meant. I promise” Your hand rests on his shoulder, but he doesn’t turn to face you.

He shifts further away from you, trying to move your hands from his body but you don’t budge. He clears his throat, eyes set on the parking lot in front of him, where the both of you had parked in. “Don’t sweat it. It was for a Tiktok, that’s fine.” Ethan says in the most normal voice he could put on display, but you knew him. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard you knew he was upset.

Both of you sit in silence for a second, as you let him cool down since you knew better than to ramble when he was upset, before he breaks it. “C’mon, I’ll take you home” Ethan speaks up. “Ethan” You disregard what he said, calling out for him to look at you. He shakes his head lightly, almost protesting any explanation you were about to give. He just wanted the hurt he felt from knowing it was just a Tiktok to go away, he didn’t want to feel this way about his best friend.

“I didn’t kiss you just for the Tiktok, I promise, E. I wanted to kiss you, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that” You plead and Ethan’s eyes rest on your hand that was placed on his knee. He purses his lips and looks almost unsure, not wanting to give in but also not wanting to believe the worst. Your thumb gently rubs his knee, trying to get him to face you.

Sliding your hands up to rest on his neck, “I meant that the Tiktok was to kiss your best friend that you have a crush on, but in my case, it was my best friend that I’m in love with”. You admit quietly, as if someone was around to hear the conversation.

Ethan’s poker face falters and he instantly turns to face you. His hazel orbs meet yours with furrowed brows, almost in denial. “Your best friend that you what?”. Your eyes look away from his, too shy to face him as you shake your head. “No, I want you to say it again” Ethan repeats, a grin finding its way to his face, moving his hand to your cheek and turning you to face him. “E-” You whine, cheeks heating up as you watch him smile because of how nervous you were.

“Say it again” Ethan repeats again, moving closer to your face. A huff escapes your lips, “Ethan-”. “Say it” He repeats once more, his tone showing no indication of him fooling around. So you muster up the little bit that’s left of your courage, “That I’m in love with”. He doesn’t even try to hide the smile on his face anymore, your noses brushing against each other now.

“So guess what happened today” Ethan mumbles against your lips and you laugh softly. “What happened, E?” You play along, shaking your head in disbelief at his silliness. “This girl that I’m in love with told me she loves me” He says quietly, eyes meeting yours to see a smile on your face. “Oh really?” You play along, lips brushing against his with every word. “Yeah” Ethan almost whispers, pushing his lips against yours into a loving kiss.

“Also”, He mumbles against your lips but you whine at the loss of contact and kiss him once more to shut him up, “Thinking of asking her to be my girl, what do you think?”. You pull away from his addicting lips, “Think she’d really like to be your girl”. “Good” Ethan breaths out, tucking a strand of hair that fell on your face behind your ear.