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impaladolan · 4 years ago

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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..

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billyspotato · 5 years ago

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Tall - Grayson Dolan [HC]

[Requested] - I hope you like this, it was kinda made last minute.

Words: 299 words

Type: Fluff [Headcannon]

Summary: Reader is 5′11 and dating Grayson.

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

If I did my research correctly, you’re still shorter than Gray, but you are still taller than some girls;

As a girl who is 5’11, your height can be intimating to some guys (stupid ones that feel that their masculinity is fading away because you’re looking each other in the eye or him looking up at you, and I repeat… stupid guys) but not to Grayson;

He treats you like his own super model;

When he helps you with taking pictures for your Instagram, he for sure is getting an angle for your legs to be shown off;

And hugs… MY GOD!

Hugs are the best, are you kidding me?;

It’s easier to wrap your arms around him and vice versa, you can snuggle up good in these moments;

You guys are also face to face, which means… time for kiss stealing;

Oh boy, nobody is stopping Gray or you when you’re in your playful and flirty mood;

Insecurities is something that will surely appear, we’re human, when are they not here?!;

Anyone who is tall or has been taller than most people, majority or some time of their life knows how it feels to be the center of attention when you just haven’t done a thing;

And oh God, it’s annoying;

But once those insecure thoughts would appear and reflect on your mood, Grayson would act quick;

Once you would open up to him, he would just tell how beautiful you are (inside and out, obviously);

And making sure that you know that it’s not just because you have some more inches than everyone else, that it will make you uglier or prettier than anyone;

He would shower you with compliments until your mood would come back to normal and he sure never is planning on giving up;

- - - - - -

It kinda ended up being insecurities in height as a whole. I’m sorry, I had no imagination.

🌸✨Sorry, but I’m not writing in this account anymore. Go check out my new one @twinklelilstarkey✨🌸

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duyxjpg · 6 years ago

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t h e k i l l o r d e r [dolan twins ff]:

P R O L O G U E

Two men.

Two brothers.

Twins.

A kill order.

Mysteries.

Endless games.

The underground world.

Two men. Two brothers. Twins. At daylight they are known as funny goofballs. Under their goofy façade, the twins are up to something more dangerous and mysterious than one can ever imagine. At the darkest time at night no one knows what they are up to, what they are doing, what they are planning or what they are thinking.

The twins have a dark secret no one knows about, in fact no one can ever know. A secret they have to carry with themselves from their childhood on, till now and for the rest of their lifetime.

Ethan and Grayson. Two brothers. Twins, who were friendly local citizens at day. Ethan and Grayson. Two brothers. Twins, who were contract killers at night.

An underground world known for being brutal. Known for the famous black market and for the most dangerous people living there. A world whom moto is “You’re either at the table or on the menu.”

Living at the most feared side of the city wasn’t probably the best one ever could do, but sometimes people didn’t get a chance to choose where they want to live, let alone choose how their life style would be like. A city which was ruled by gangs. They had three absolute rules. One, do not cross the enemy’s territory without permission. Two, do not harm one at the enemy’s territory. Three, do not harm the innocent local citizens.

The city was divided in parts. Each part was ruled by another gang.

Those gangs had an endless fight with each other, till they all come to an end conclusion that just one gang should rule the whole city. A lot of blood, too much blood was about to flow, a lot of people were about to get hurt and die. A war between the gangs was about to break out, things would escalate soon.

The question is, on whose side are the twins?

In addition to all the chaos in the city, the twins had a mission to complete. A mission which would bring the twins into more danger, as they were already.

A kill order which would change the endgame between the gangs forever.

Choose your side wisely. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Do not hesitate to aim and shoot.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my stupid ass couldn’t stop staning this idiots, so here I am writing a FF about them. I don’t even have a life anymore, full time fangirl. BTW long time no seeeee, missed you allllllll

Please enjoy and let me know what you think ♥

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rina-writes · 4 years ago

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Baby Boy

Summary: You and Grayson are acquaintances with benefits. Being older than him you pointedly ignore all the signs that he has deeper feelings. However, it becomes clear that you cannot keep ignoring your own.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, kinda sub!gray, older!reader

“Did your door just open?” One of your friends asked, comically craning her neck on her screen as though she would be able to see behind you.

Out of paranoia, you moved your computer slightly despite knowing she wouldn’t be able to see anything. This alerted your other friends who were clearly multitasking during the weekly group call. The other two of your friends were parents and were currently begging their children for peace of mind. The friend who mentioned the door opening had no interest in having children, but had been married the longest out of everyone.

You were the only one single and thriving...emphasis on thriving. You felt it as you looked at yourself in the small preview of your video. You were wearing a baby pink robe that if the camera panned down it would reveal that it left nothing to the imagination. It still looked luxurious against your skin, only heightened by the dangling diamond chandelier earrings that almost grazed your shoulders. You were in the process of removing your makeup, or so you made it appear, so you only had on your eyebrow pencil and mascara. Your lips were still tinted red as you were in process of removing your lipstick. In reality you were leaving a bit of makeup on for your visitor.

“Y/N!” Your friend yelled. “Are you in distress?! Blink three times if you need help.”

You laughed. “No, a friend just arrived and...” You looked to your side before back to the camera. “...made himself comfortable.”

“Him?!” All your friends said simultaneously.

“Who is this mystery guy?” One of your other friends asked.

“The one you robbed from his cradle?” The last friend teased while they actually balanced an infant in their arms.

You hid a blush, embarrassed that Grayson could hear them. Your eyes darted to him, watching him sit on your bed with nothing on but his shorts that hung dangerously low at his waist. He was pretending to be on his phone, but his fingers weren’t moving which told you he was listening.

He was so handsome. The way he leaned back, propping himself up with one muscular arm bended at the elbow. He was so tan that it made his hazel eyes look lighter at times. You were tempted to walk over to him, take his chin and force him to look at you with this big, puppy eyes. It was your first friend’s voice that brought you back to reality.

“Earth to, Y/N! Girl, who is this man?” She slammed her open palm on her desk, causing her partner behind her to turn around to see what was going on.

“I don’t gossip.” You joked, grabbing your tea cup and taking a long sip. That was a lie as you were all gossiping up until this very moment.

Before your friends could say anything else, you saw Grayson appear behind you in your self-view camera. To be precise, you saw Grayson’s abs and his adonis belt appear behind you. His large tan hand gently removed the cup from your hand while his other hand took yours to bring it up to his lips for a kiss. While his face was out of camera for your friends, you could see this mischief in his eyes as he locked gazes with you. He walked out of the room and you heard the sound of him lifting the kettle to top off your cup. He returned quickly with your refilled cup and placed it on the table.

“oh...my...god...” Your friends said in unison, their jaws dropping.

You finally broke your stare from Grayson to your camera to be greeted with their shocked expressions.

Not liking the loss of your attention, Grayson got down on his knees and turned your computer chair so you were facing him. With your side profile to your camera, all your friends could see was you staring at something below you. They saw the movement of your legs being uncrossed and spread apart, but not enough to get the graphic details.

“I’ll talk to you guys later...” You whispered, your eyes darting between Grayson slowly removing your underwear and the screen as you attempted to successful close the call.

With a click of a button, your zoom call was done, and you slapped your laptop shut.

Grayson pushed your legs aside and breathed in your aroma. You smirked and pushed his forehead to block him. You stood up, still wearing your high heels because you knew he liked it, and catwalked to the middle of the room. Grayson smirked at you, gripping your panties that had fallen on the floor and tightening them into a ball in his hands. He admired you in your designer robe. It was so short that as you looked at him from the side, he got an eyeful of your round butt. His eyes started from your high heel covered shoes, up your legs, tracing your butt and hips, dancing up your waist, and zooming in on your chest before finally locking on your disapproving eyes.

“Who told you you could interrupt my call?” You asked, keeping the same measured tone you use at work.

Grayson licked his lips, unapologetically. “I just wanted to show off for you.”

“I don’t need you to show off for them.” You rolled your eyes. “They are easily impressed.”

Grayson stood up and walked over to you. He looked down at you cockily, but you met his intensity with confidence.

“How do I impress you?” He asked.

“I think you know.” You stood with your legs wide and Grayson smiled softly.

Typical of you to make him kneel again just to show him who’s boss. He didn’t mind, he loved it. He loved eating you out and hearing you moan his name. In a strange way, you dominating him also put you at his mercy in certain positions. This was one of them.

Grayson got on his knees and placed his shoulders on the back of your legs. He tilted his head upward to nuzzle your clit before tilting back further to give it a little lick. You groaned softly as he continued to lick your folds, greedily lapping the bit of arousal already there. Your finger intertwined with his locks gripping them tightly as you grinded on his face. If he had a problem with it, you wouldn’t know. Grayson was practically moaning into your clit and it made it all the better. His tongue latched on to your nub and he sucked on it harshly. You gasped, almost ripping out his hair in the process. Except you would never remove those soft brown locks that you adored staring at between your legs.

“Harder...” You moaned out.

Grayson grunted in response and lifted you, holding your butt for balance. Despite him doing this before, you had to brace yourself for the ascent. You held on to his shoulders to steady yourself. He now made long strokes with his tongue against your folds, his beard tickling you gently.

“Faster.” You commanded and his tongue jammed inside of you at a quick pace. You couldn’t believe he was able to go so deep and so fast at the same time. You would praise him later, after your third or fourth orgasm. It wouldn’t be long as the first one was about to wash over you.

Your body trembled and you could feel Grayson bracing for it. It embarassed you slightly that he knew your body so well. With a half-yell, his tongue was covered with your arousal. He knew that you could get so wet that he would have to eat you out for days to get it all, but he was willing to try.

As you came off your high, still on his shoulders, you let him enjoy his “meal.” Eventually, you sighed.

“Don’t be so greedy.” You teased. “Put me down on the bed.”

He looked at you disapprovingly, but he still walked over to the bed. You slowly untangled your legs from around his neck and shoulders and he laid you down.

Grayson sucked in a breath at the sigh of you. Your robe came apart on top to reveal the center of your breasts while it was still short enough on the bottom to put your aroused pussy on display. He stared at you as he got down on his knees again.

“Ugh, Grayson, stop...” You groaned as you propped yourself up with your elbows on the bed.

“B-But...” He pouted. “You didn’t squirt...”

“I don’t have to squirt every time.” You shook your head.

You pretended like it was annoying, but it was stil mind boggling for you. Before Grayson, you were used to being left high and dry. He was the first guy to ever be sad that you didn’t orgasm wildly every time.

You sat up fully on the bed and gestured for him to stand up. He did and you pulled him with his hips toward you.

“You were a good boy today.” You cooed. You pulled down his shorts and smiled when you saw him wearing nothing underneath, just how you liked it. “I am going to reward you.”

You pumped his cock slowly, admiring its girth and length. As much as your friends teased you about Grayson being young, at 20 going on 21 he was not lacking anything that men you date 10 and even 20 years older than him possessed. If anything, he gave you so much more.

How could you not enjoy his reactions? His hands locked around his wrists behind his back as he tried to choke back his moans. His toes curled making him shift his balance from side to side on his feet. It was so cute to see him trying to act tough, but you knew what it would take for him to give in.

You took him in your mouth. Slowly, but continued to tease the base of his cock with your hands. You heard his breath catch in his throat, encouraging you to keep going. As you took him completely, your hands slipped down to fondle his balls.

“F-ck...” He swore loudly, his hands resting on the back of your head.

You shot him a look and he returned it with an apologetic look, putting his hands behind his back once more. You gagged on him, something you often faked in the past, but did naturally for him. He withered under touch, moaning your name. You could feel his knees giving out, but you only hollowed your cheeks in response. His moans became pleas as he felt himself getting closer to release.

“Please...” He choked out. “...let me pleasure you.”

As much as you loved how embarrassed he got when he cummed prematurely, you obliged and let him go. You admired his cock standing tall and proud, slick with your saliva before leaning back on the bed.

“If you insist...” You said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He climbed on top of you hungrily. As usual he leaned in for a kiss, but he anticipated you turning your head to avoid it. He knew he would get his reward when he brought you to your orgasm. Instead, he settled for laying soft kisses on your neck. He removed your robe along the way, not without kissing every inch of skin.

You blushed, never getting used to the praise that he gave your body. He kissed every bit of flesh on your shoulders and breast--oh how much time he loved to spend on your breasts, licking and sucking on your nipples--to your stomach, before laying butterfly kisses on your core. It was almost too much and you whined to get to the main attraction.

“Just put it in me...” You groaned.

He smiled at you, widening your legs as far as they could go. “Yes, ma’am.”

He put one hand on your hip and the other hand on his cock to moisten even more with your arousal. In one swoop he was thrusting inside of you. Your back arched and he greeted your chest by sucking on one of your nipples. You clenched around him at the double sensation of him teasing your nipple while pounding into you needily. You gasped as you gripped on to his locks, matching his rhythm to the best of your ability.

“God, harder...” You commanded.

He gripped your hips and slammed into you, your bed creaking loudly as a response. It almost felt like an earthquake the way the entire room was shaking. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Grayson knew it was his chance.

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly. Your mouth, already open and panting, accepted the kiss with your tongue reaching out to greet him. His tongue happily played with yours while his hips continued to do their job and ram into you with all their might.

He broke the kiss while pulling out, making your eyes widen with rage. Grayson smirked at you, before turning you on your side. You instantly lifted your leg to rest it on his shoulder as he re-entered you. The new angle sent a shock of pleasure through your body and you moaned approvingly.

Grayson smiled, hiding his pride by leaning down and nuzzling into your hair. He hated how much he lived for your acceptance. At the same time, that little smile that crept on your lips as you neared your release it was the one thing that kept him going.

“I’m so close, baby boy.” You said, making Grayson grunt.

Just hearing that nickname made him want to bust. But, he had to hold on. You always came first, that was what started your rendezvous in the first place. His ability to pleasure you like no other man put him at the top of your list, and he would not relinquish his spot to anyone.

“Fill me, baby boy.” You said, your eyes looking at him sensually. “Cum with me.”

Your eyes locked and he could only nod as he released. You clenched around him with a force so strong that he wasn’t even sure his seed could come out, but it did. With a few more thrusts, he pulled out. You rolled on top your back and spread your legs for him, the mix of your released oozing out of you.

“Clean it up...” You said, in a tired, but still authoritative voice.

“Yes, ma’am...” Grayson said, but he was already on his knees, excited to lap it up and finally make you squirt.

Somewhere between you squirting and your fourth orgasm, you blacked out. When you came to, you were under the covers of your bed in the embrace of Grayson Dolan. The sun was sneaking through your curtains and the sounds of cars and tweeting birds filled your ears.

You inhaled a sharp breath and wiggled out of Grayson’s big spoon grasp. Before you could stop yourself, you turned and looked at him. He looked so innocent when he slept. Like a big man-child, with his long brown lashes and stubbly beard. Beside yourself, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Your heart jumped into your throat when he stirred a bit. Worried you got caught, you hopped off the bed. You realized it was a false alarm as he bear turned and let out a snore, his back now facing you.

You sighed and grabbed your robe off the floor. Your eyes traced your room and you saw his t-shirt that he left on the floor by your door. You figured he had taken it off the moment he entered, not realizing you were on the phone with your friends. You grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, getting a whiff of a summery scent as you did. This was your favorite. You made the mistake of telling him once and he has never stopped wearing it.

You liked that he wore rhe fragrabmncr, you just hated the fact that he knew how much you liked it.

You sighed as you walked to your bedside table and picked up your phone. It was around 8am on a Sunday and you had a whole bunch of things to do before work the next day. This was the first time in a long time Grayson spent the night, even if it was unintentional. He would usually slip out when you were sleeping, but he really put in his all the night before. You decided to reward him.

You walked into the kitchen to make his favorite breakfast of yours, a breakfast sandwich, all vegan of course. As you cooked the meatless sausage, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. You spotted the champagne your business partner got you to celebrate a new product launch earlier this week and you decided to add a bit to your juice.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” Grayson’s voice asked, still gruff from tiredness.

You were surprised, but you controlled it, shrugging. You sipped the now mimosa with a soft smirk. You quirked an eyebrow as you realize he was completely naked. He was also smirking seeing you in his shirt, something you rarely did.

“I may not have meat products anymore...” You said, your own voice deep from not using it all morning, “...but I refuse to give up my mimosas.”

“Hmm?” Grayson asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You could feel all of him pressed against and you hid your amusement by taking another sip.

“It has special significance for me...” You continued. “I remember my first one. It was during my summer internship, third year of college. I was working at a firm in Hong Kong...”

As you told your story, it was like there were two of you. The you telling this long, bragadocious story about your success and the you wondering why you were like this. It only happened with him. As you turned out of his arms to put the sausages on the vegan biscuits and assemble the sandwiches, you saw the look of wonder in Grayson’s eyes.

That was why you did it. It was the way he looked up to you that made you become this caricature of a successful business woman.

You were older than him, but with his maturity level, you were both on the same level. You both had successful businesses that involved you making big decisions that impacted people’s lives. In fact, if he knew the real you, he would know that you could be quite childish and impulsive. It was only at work did you become this confident and borderline arrogant control freak.

You met Grayson through a work thing and you first hooked up a few nights after your initial meeting. You could tell he idolized you and didn’t want to ruin his image of you. It was a lie you kept both in bed and outside of it.

“Here...” You handed him the plate and he looked surprised as if he didn’t work out that the two sandwiches were for both of you.

“Wow,” Grayson grinned. “I must have been really good last night if I get to stay the night and I get breakfast.”

He took the plate and sat at the kitchen island. You grabbed your plate as well and put it next to his, but stayed standing next to him.

“You were pretty good,” You smirked. “...baby boy.”

Grayson growled and surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you strongly. Your eyes remained wide open and stayed that way when Grayson broke the kiss. His lustful gaze morphed into one of worry when he saw your expression.

“Sorry, I just...that name...” He ran his fingers through his hair. “...it drives me crazy. Hearing you call me that...you know...”

You looked at him. You really looked at him. It was like a Greek God was sitting naked on a stool at your kitchen table. His rippling tanned muscles, his large length, the dark glint in his eyes...how did you not realize it sooner...

“You’re usually pretty dominant in bed aren’t you?” You teased, pushing him lightly.

Grayson frowned at you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” You chuckled. “I usually boss you around, but you’re probably the one doing the commanding.”

Grayson licked his lips. “I guess you could say that.” He smiled softly. “I guess I just enjoy pleasuring you. I feel like you’re always doing things on others’ behalf, I figured it would be nice if someone did something for you.”

You blushed, taken aback by his comments. “You’re joking right? I’m known for being the bossiest person ever.”

“You?” Grayson chuckled. “No way! Everyone talks about how hard you work and how much of a visionary you are while still taking in all the feedback from your team. It’s why I admire you.”

“I thought you liked me because of my international success.” You said, softly almost bashfully. It sounded stupid out loud.

Grayson looked at his plate to avoid your eyes. “I mean I do..., but I like you for more than just your work. I just like you...”

“Grayson...” You said in a tone that Grayson dreaded to hear.

He cut you off. “I know, okay? I know that you don’t see me that way.” He sighed. “I know I’m just your...boy toy. I just can’t help that I have feelings for you. I mean you’re the only woman I want to be with.”

“Grayson...” You knew you shouldn’t be surprised, but you were. Sure, he came at your beck and call, but you knew yoy weren’t the only girl he was hooking up with these days. LA was small when it came to gossip. However, he looked so sincere. Finally you said, “...I’m too old for you.”

“What?!” Grayson yelled, making you jump. “No, you’re not!”

“Grayson, you should be with someone your own age.” You said with a soft smile. “I’m just a boring old lady.”

“I don’t know many old ladies that has a trunk filled with sex toys in her closet.” Grayson teased.

You laughed. “It’s the 21st century, baby boy.” You punched his shoulder. “I’m serious, though. I’m sure you heard my past. I haven’t had much luck in the relationship department. You should be with someone who is more fresh...not worn out goods.”

Grayson grabbed your wrist and looked at you intensely. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I know that those guys in your past were trash. They were 10 to 20 years older than you and used you as a trophy. They didn’t see how amazing you are. They don’t see you like how I see you.” He gulped. “Maybe we should give this a shot...it could be good for us.”

“Grayson...” You said, your tone clearly apprehensive. “...I don’t know if we should put labels on it.”

“Labels or no labels...” Grayson said, pulling you closer to him. “This is the longest time we have sat here talking to each other without having sex despite me being butt naked and you looked amazing in my shirt. And how does it feel?”

You thought about it. It felt comfortable. When you weren’t trying to fit some weird vision for him, you felt really good.

“It feels good, Gray.” You sighed. “It feels really good, but you have to realize that I am not what you see in the bedroom all the time.”

“I honestly can’t wait to see all sides of you.” Grayson muttered as he nuzzled into your neck. “I want to hold you when you cry. I want to listen to you rant about work. I want to be the one to buy you champagne when your launch goes well. I want to see all the sides of you, Y/N. And I want you to see all the sides of me.”

“Fifty shades of Gray?” You offered, making him groan in annoyance.

“Wow, so original.” He rolled his eyes before he looked at you, hopefully. “So, what you say? Want to be official with me?”

“Okay, baby boy.” You kissed his forehead. “Let’s be official.”

You yelped as he put you on his lap and gave you a peck on your lips. You giggled as he brought his plate closer and picked up his sandwich, his arms wrapping around you in the process.

“Grayson, you can’t eat like this.” You chastised him.

“Excuse me. Please don’t interrupt me while I eat the breakfast my girlfriend made me.” Grayson grinned, already liking the sound of that.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes. You took the sandwich holding it so he got the first bite before taking a bit yourself, alternating between you two.

“I could get use to this...” Grayson said, almost in a whisper.

“Me too...” You whispered back, with a soft giggle.

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edibleflower22 · 6 years ago

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fangirls relates:

having that constant feeling of someone watching you when your reading fanfiction so you have to constantly glance around the room to make sure no one is reading every smutty word on the screen

people thinking you have nothing to do with your life when actually fanfiction

people thinking that your so sweet innocent and quiet, always on your phone reading books when really fanfiction

that feeling when you find the perfect fanfic only for it to be last updated on B.C 776

when you love the au/plot but the writing is absolute crap

when you start applying fanfiction scenarios you’ve read onto real life crushes in daydreams

when real life crushes turn into purely fiction characters that aren’t real like your will to survive in this world full of people who just don’t understand.

the anxiety when you start to realise that that other ship is not as bad as you thought and you slowly start to dig a whole into a whole new world-

when the smut hits you too early.

trying to pull your friends into the world of fanfiction but they say it’s a bit ‘boring’ but you can’t really show them the smut because that’ll make you look really strange like that’s what they do in their pass time

when author updates while your reading :)

when you see something interesting and weird and you promise yourself that your just checking it out and wondering why everyone is reading this when really you end up reading everything, stalking the authors page and trying to find similar ones.

reading fanfiction in public and you read something so adorable and you have to contain your giggles and smiles because the scenario is playing out in your head perfectly and someone asks why your smiling at your phone...

when seen smiling at fanfiction, friends would tease saying, “oh talking to your boyfriend/girlfriend?” when really it’s just reaLLY FLUFFY.

annoying friends trying to peek at your phone when you just want to read in peace

beING CAUGHT WHILE READING SMUT. lIKE LITERALLY KILL ME NoW.

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jtsfavslut · 4 years ago

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Desperado [GD]

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

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

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatcha thinking about?"

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

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

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

"Are you serious?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did I tell you to speak?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

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

12:00

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

"Shut up,"

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

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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Do Indy and Gray have a boy or girl next? <3

“I still don’t know why she said we shouldn’t do a six week scan. Eden got one with both pregnancies, why didn’t we?”

Indy turned around slowly in the closet and smiled, pulling down one of her bigger shirts over her stomach. Grayson had been through this once already; his head had been buried in research from the moment that they knew Beks existed, and he’d worked himself up into a frenzy of worry and doubt.

“Babe, ultrasounds are stressful for little babies, and Dr. Hollingsworth doesn’t see the point in putting a baby through it twice when there’s nothing we can do between 6 and 10 weeks that would change anything anyways.”

Grayson exhaled.

“And besides, now we get to find out the gender at the same time, no waiting for another scan.” Indy’s heart fluttered as she said it, the realization setting in. Today was really the day.

When they found out about Beks, they’d done a gender reveal. Indy had set one up for Eden with Miles, and she insisted on returning the favor. It had been the whole nine yards, from the votes to testing the wives tales. Eventually, everyone had thrown a little balloon full of paint at a canvas, revealing all different shades of pink to reveal they were having a little girl.

Now, with a toddler, and E squared occupied with a brand new baby girl, Gray and Indy had decided to skip the fanfare. Sure, the painting that they had was a cute keepsake, but they wanted to try it the other way - more intimately, so they could just have it to themselves for a bit.

Grayson was excited, but he pushed it all from his mind to spend a few moments with his daughter before they left. She was in the backyard, up in the play house that Grayson had built for the kids, Ethan standing guard at the ladder while she and Miles made up a game. But as soon as she saw Grayson she sent herself down the slide, reaching up for him from the bottom.

Grayson carried her over to Indy, kissing her red cheeks. Her skin was warm from a mixture of running around and the California sunshine, and Grayson snagged the sunscreen to swipe a bit more on her cheeks before they went.

“Where you going?” Beks asked when she noticed Indy’s purse on her shoulder. She frowned, eyes darting back and forth between her parents.

“We’re gonna go see the baby in mommy’s belly. But, guess what?”

“What momma?” Beks asked, eyes going wide in excitement.

“We might just bring back a special treat for everyone when we come back, as long as you’re good for Uncle Ethan.”

It didn’t work as Indy had hoped. Her daughter still frowned, and tucked her head onto her Dad’s shoulder.

“How long you be gone momma?”

Indy’s heart cracked. Bekah had only recently started asking that question, and she knew it was because she’d started back at work. Even though she was only picking up the occasional shift, twelve hours was a long time for the both of them to be away from each other.

“Not so long babe. I tell you what, you play with Miles, and eat your lunch and take your nap and by the time you wake up, we’ll be back. How’s that sound?”

“Okay.”

Indy could tell she was still upset, and if it wasn’t so important, she would have cancelled her plans. So she gave her daughter a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before Grayson did the same, sending her back over to Ethan who turned on the charm to distract her.

The pair tried to push their daughter’s sad eyes out of their minds - they hated to leave her, but they knew it was important. Music was their distraction, as it always had been, and it eased the buzz of nerves as they headed down the road.

“I feel like I’m bigger this time,” Indy mused as she ran a hand over her bump. Because there was a bump, surprisingly, even at just 10 weeks.

“It goes faster with your second pregnancy,” Grayson said casually, as if every man his age would know that.

“Are you reading those pregnancy books again?”

He blushed. “Maybe.”

“You’re the best dad,” Indy hummed, kissing the back of his hand.

L-O-V-E Y-O-U, she traced.

The doctor’s office was busy, and Indy and Grayson’s legs tapped in sync as they anxiously awaited being called back. They held hands tightly, tracing little notes to each other until finally, a nurse opened the door.

“Indiana Dolan?”

Indy stood, Grayson right behind her carrying her purse as they followed the woman in the blue scrubs back. She got Indy checked in, did all the necessary paperwork, and before she could really process it, Indy found herself back on an examination bench in a dark room.

Grayson pulled his chair up on the side opposite the monitors, pressing a warm kiss to the back of Indy’s hand when she reached for him.

“Everything will be okay, no matter what,” he said.

Indy knew too much about the human body. A million scenarios rushed through her mind as she sat and waited, ran her other hand up and down over her bump. She trusted her husband, and she willed herself to believe him.

The ultrasound technician came in a few moments later, making them both jump.

“Alright guys, you all have done this before, you know the drill,” the woman smiled, already starting to get prepped. “Any questions for me?”

Indy shook her head and bit her lip.

“And if we’re able to see it, are you guys wanting to find out gender today?”

“Yeah, if you can. We don’t need the envelope or anything this time, you can just tell us,” Grayson explained. It was subtle, but Indy could hear the shakiness of his voice, felt his nerves that he was trying to hide for her sake.

The technician went through the motions; pulling up Indy’s shirt, spreading the gel across her belly. She filled the room with small talk, but Grayson had to answer most of it. Indy’s eyes were honed in on the monitor, waiting for a glimpse of the little life she knew was inside of her

She let out a breath when the heartbeat sounded through the room - a flutter, quick and light and strong.

She barely heard when the technician began to speak, moving the ultrasound wand slowly back and forth over one particular spot.

“Indy, take a deep breath for me.”

She stopped breathing, eyes wide in concern.

“I think there’s two.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Holy fuck,” Grayson gasped. Indy’s hand came up to cover her mouth, tears prickling in her eyes. And then she could see it, see the two separate sacs, the two tiny babies in their own little homes right next to each other.

“Twins. We’re having twins.”

#bsides #mixtape

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ri-ahhh · 4 years ago

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van life

I wasn’t gonna post this because it’s just like an overload of unrealistic softness but now that we know that they’re selling the van I think now is the best time if I’m gonna do it lol.

Also I’m sorry I can’t make this shorter on your dash by putting a ‘keep reading’ break. Tumblr is shitty and permanently fucked on my desktop where it just won’t load the page once I’m logged in so I have to do everything through mobile🙄

warnings: fluff, smut, kinda unedited

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MJ sighs as warm morning sunlight kisses her skin through the passenger window of the tiny house van. She and Grayson had decided to have a beach day to themselves — the first one of summer — and she could’t be more excited. Nothing makes MJ Macias more content and at peace with her life than laying under the Pacific sun until her nose freckles and her skin takes on that healthy golden hue. Wrinkles are a risk she’s willing to take as long as she has a nice, long podcast, something to munch on, and, of course, a good view of her boyfriend in the surf.

That view of him rivals the one of the ocean in her opinion, which is just past his window as they cruise down the PCH on their way to Malibu. MJ wiggles her white-painted toes on the dashboard and smiles as she watches him sing along quietly (and off-key) to the Tame Impala song filling the cabin of the van. She loves his profile so much: the perfect slope of his nose; his full lips; the chunk of hair that swoops across his forehead.

She lifts their clasped hands from where they rest on her thigh with their fingers threaded together, and kisses the back of his wide palm.

“You’re so handsome, Bear,” MJ murmurs against his skin.

Grayson stops singing long enough to look over at her and smile brightly, his eyes hidden behind his black Louis Vuitton sunglasses. He pulls their hands towards himself so he can copy her kiss, only to her her own soft skin.

“My pretty Peach,” he returns with a squeeze to her palm, making MJ flush the color of her pet name. “Always so beautiful in the mornings.”

MJ hums and takes her turn returning their hands back to her lap, trailing her long nails up and down his muscular, veiny forearm. Apparently they’re equally as headass for each other today. “Just in the mornings?” she teases, tickling the sensitive patch of skin near the crook of his elbow.

She can’t see his eyes roll, but she imagines they do as his grin turns playful. “Of course not, but especially in the mornings. Your hair is in that cute braid and your skin is all silky soft and your eyes are extra green.” He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to appraise her looking exactly as he described. “And, you know, usually on the weekends you’d still be naked at this time. I like that part about mornings, too.”

“Oh, Lord,” she laughs with a shake of her head. “Grayson!”

She gasps his name and giggles harder as he completely catches her off guard by moving their hands right over his hardening cock. MJ squeezes him reflexively, and Grayson gives a little grunt as he shifts in his seat with a smirk.

“What?” he asks in mock defense, placing both hands back on the steering wheel. “I had to show you how much you affect me! I only have to think about you naked in our bed and it goes up.”

“That’s sweet,” MJ says, stroking his dick one more time before moving her hand further down his thigh, “but if you think I’m giving you road head in this car on this twisty road, you’re very mistaken.”

Grayson makes an obnoxious little whiny noise in defeat, pouting playfully and muttering dejectedly, “I knew we should have taken the Tesla.”

MJ raises an eyebrow. “Well, we wouldn’t have been able to bring your surfboard. Or be the first ones to christen the tiny house.”

“Oh, shit,” Gray says quietly, surprised. MJ smiles at the small victory of teasing him, her eyes diverting back to the beautiful scenery ahead of them as her mind wanders to all the things they can do in that makeshift bed.

“How about road hand, then, to start it off?”

She lets out a frustrated huff, his request interrupting her daydream. If there was ever a scenario where she didn't trust Grayson, it was one in which he was receiving any overt sexual pleasure whilst controlling a giant motor vehicle.

“Gray, I love you, but you’re pushing it.”

“Understood.”

***

It takes about half an hour for them to reach their destination, but MJ knows it was worth the drive as soon as they exit the car and she inhales the clean, salty air. They park at a little camping lot they had reserved a spot in for the day, the glittering ocean a mere few hundred feet away.

“Surf looks good,” MJ remarks, her hand shielding her eyes as she gazes out at the water. It always makes her a little nervous when Gray goes out in big swells, so the mild waves are a happy sight for her. “Nice and small; just how I like ‘em.”

Grayson looks out as well as he climbs on the roof of the van to retrieve the surfboard. “Funny, I happen to know for a fact you like ‘em long and wide,” he jokes. He just couldn’t help himself, apparently, his wide smile looking down at her from the top of the ladder a clear display of how proud of the stupid joke he is.

MJ watches the exposed muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple under his skin as he begins wrestling with the hooks and ties securing the board to the roof racks. The sight combined with his words and thoughts of what transpired earlier in the car makes her center pulse dangerously.

Needless to say, he’s successfully turned her on despite her best efforts.

“You’re insufferable, Dolan,” she says with a shake of her head. Her body feels heated from his innuendo and also the midmorning sun that is steadily raising the outside temperature. She pulls off the hoodie she had thrown on in the chilly early morning and steps into the back seat to haul out the cooler and beach bag.

“Yeah, but you love me,” his voice comes from right behind her. She turns around and yelps in surprise when she sees Grayson peeking his head upside down into the cab from the roof. He’s inches from her and is just dangling there like an overgrown monkey, which makes her fall back in the seat in a fit of giggles. He wags his brows at her playfully. “Ooh! Spider-Man kiss!”

MJ rolls her eyes good-naturedly and happily scoots over to clasp his cheeks in her hands, granting his wish by planting a sweet kiss to his lips. The scruff on his chin tickles her nose peculiarly, but she’s not mad at it. “Too much. I love you too much, you goof.”

Finally, with all their beach supplies in hand, they walk together towards the ocean. The private beach that they can access with their camp site is quiet and secluded. Best of all, it isn't clogged with tourists or people in general, which they both greatly prefer. Less people means they’re less likely to be bombarded by fangirls, or paparazzi, or any other unwanted distractions from what MJ hopes will be a perfect day.

As soon as the texture under her feet changes from firm concrete to sunken sand, MJ is stopping to remove her flip-flops so her toes can dig into the fine powder. This moment of first stepping on the beach is one of her favorite experiences, as minute and insignificant as it seems.

She looks up at Grayson, who glances back down at her questioningly. “Race ya,” she challenges suddenly, hauling ass to a perfect open spot on the wide expanse of beach. If there’s one thing she and her boyfriend have in common, it’s a highly competitive spirit.

“Cheater!” Grayson calls after her. He has the surfboard under one arm and the cooler slung over his shoulder, but everyone knows Grayson Dolan is the last person to turn down a competition. Which is why he does his best to catch up to her even with the obstacles in his arms holding him back.

The finish line is also only in MJ’s head, so she stops when she finds a spot she likes. She drops their bag and turns around with her arms raised like Rocky. Grayson isn’t very far behind her, being as in-shape as he is he’s reached her quickly, but he slows down earlier than he really needs to so he can take her in. Her breasts heave beneath a leopard print bikini top, loose hairs escape from her messy french braid, and her long legs glitter with the sand she had kicked up on her run.

She’s the most beautiful, dorky, amazing woman he’s ever seen and she is his.

MJ watches smugly as her boyfriend stalks over to her. “I wi—“

Grayson releases everything he’s carrying to the sand and grasps her face in both hands, pulling her in for a long, lingering kiss. MJ lets out a little squeak of surprise, but she melts into him half a second later. Nothing warms her soul more than his lips on hers, and she wraps her arms around his middle to bring them as close together as possible.

When he pulls back, Grayson stares at her with complete, obvious adoration. Ethan would have called him a simp if he were there, that’s how sappy his twin looks. Grayson can’t help himself, though; he is a simp for MJ, and, truthfully, he doesn’t give two shits who knows it as long as he makes her smile up at him like she is now, every day.

It’s why yesterday he had casually opened a new browser window, convincing himself he was just curiously window shopping on the ring section of Tiffany’s and the like… even after he got sucked into the customization tool on one website for nearly two hours.

Shaking his head and biting his lip through a grin, he traces the freckles on MJ’s cheek. “I want a rematch later.”

MJ squeezes him and smacks his ass playfully before releasing him and reaching into the bag for the big blanket. “You’re always such a sore loser,” she teases, unfolding the cloth and weighing it down with Grayson’s help. She digs through the bag again and hands him his wetsuit. “Go catch some waves. I have to catch up on this podcast by this really sexy guy and his twin brother.”

If there could be snapshots of the rest of the day, they would have been out of a picturesque rom-com. For a while, MJ rests on her tummy as she watches Grayson glide through the water, his deep voice simultaneously reverberating in her ears through her AirPods.

Eventually, when he’s done surfing — looking like a beach Adonis when he walks up the shore with the top half of his wetsuit folded down at his hips, surfboard under his arm and his wet abs glistening in the sun — he joins her on the blanket.

In the early afternoon MJ props herself up on her elbow, appraising his form with hungry, appreciative eyes as he tans on his back next to her. He has his hands pillowed behind his head, which causes his biceps to bulge and her thighs to clench. MJ is lost in him as she trails her finger over the features of his face — down his button nose, smoothing over his arched brows, across his rosy cheeks, against his pillowy lips. She smiles as he sighs contentedly and drops a peck to the tip of his nose before settling with her cheek on his chest. He smells like tanning oil and ocean and that clean, woody musk that MJ knows as him.

Later, they wade around in the sea between batches of sun bathing. At some points, he’s holding her waist-deep in the water with her legs wrapped around his middle and arms around his neck, lips connecting occasionally amidst easy conversation. Other times they have full-on water fights that have her squealing and him laughing as they splash each other back and forth.

It isn’t until the orange and pink hues of the sunset paint the sky that they’re brought back to the beach for good. Once they rinse off and have all of their things collected, they head back to the van.

MJ removes her bikini inside while Grayson reattaches the surfboard to the roof. She slips on her sweatshirt and a fresh pair of soft shorts just in time for him to carefully crack open the back door to make sure she’s decent.

Grayson smiles widely as he crawls in on the already made bed where she sits and is piling her damp hair into a messy bun. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, giving her a lingering kiss while her hands are still mid-twist in her long hair.

A pleasant warmth swoops through her belly at his compliment; it had taken her a while to get accustomed to not only how often Grayson rains sweet praises like that down on her, but how sincerely he means them, too.

She hums into his mouth right before he pulls away. “I left your shorts there, baby,” she says, gesturing behind her with her head. Gray thanks her and she starts to dig through the cooler as he tugs his swimsuit down his inked legs, following them back up with the clean shorts.

They eat dinner with the back doors wide open, a perfect view of the sun setting below the ocean’s horizon right in front of them. A pleasant breeze floats around them in the van, cool and refreshing from being picked up right off the water. MJ nuzzles her cheek on Grayson’s bare shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head as she chews her last bite of tofu.

“Thank you for such a perfect day,” MJ says a minute later, gazing up at him while he takes a sip of La Croix. “Seriously, I can’t remember the last time I felt so…carefree. Loved. In love. Not that you don’t make me feel those things every day, but… y’know. Today was just great.”

Her hand reaches to caress his stubbly cheek, a soft smile at the corner of her full lips. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Gray.”

Grayson looks down at her silently, but his eyes say everything his lips don’t. He tucks his can and their empty tupperware back into the cooler, tossing the bag into one of the back seats behind them so it’s out of the way.

He cups her cheeks in both hands, wasting no more time in bringing their mouths together. MJ sighs and shifts so she’s that much closer to him, just as his tongue prods gently at her pliant lips to coax them open.

They make out like that, slow and deep, with the soundtrack of crashing waves wafting through the open doors. Gray lies her down and supports the back of her head with his forearm, his free hand swooping up and down her side before settling in the dramatic dip of her waist as he pulls away just barely.

Eyes closed, their breaths come heavy and mingle sweetly in the minute space between them. Grayson suddenly lets out a little incredulous huff, shaking his head and diving back in blindly to suck softly on her bottom lip. MJ lets out a little moan and digs her nails gently down his bare back, her eyes fluttering open.

“What?” she asks with a little smile of her own, nuzzling her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss.

Grayson’s hazel orbs meet her green ones, and the hand resting on her waist comes to cup her face once again so he can stroke the new freckles that litter her high cheekbone.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he answers, chuckling at her shocked little gasp. He hurries to clarify himself. “One day, when we’re ready. You’re my world, MJ. Maybe it’s selfish, or self aggrandizing, but hearing you say that makes it so obvious to me that you’re the only person I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life with. Because I feel the same about you. I only ever want to make you feel that way; nothing makes me happier.”

MJ is stunned into silence. Grayson isn’t exactly the most eloquent person, so somehow she reasons that his perfect delivery of such meaningful words means they’re truly heartfelt. Not that she would have doubted him either way, but their relationship has suddenly shifted even deeper in the matter of one day. One simple, amazing day.

She feels the prickle of tears behind her eyes, and bites her lip through a watery smile as she raises her hand to run her fingers through the back of his hair. No matter how happy she is, her instinct for dealing with any emotions is to deflect with humor. “Can’t wait ’til I pop out a few of your babies. From the sounds of it, you’ll be worshipping the ground I walk on.”

That hits him right in the baby fever, his dick hardening even more behind his shorts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child. Joking or not, she’s absolutely right.

“Fuck,” he whispers, grinning as he ducks his head to nibble her favorite spot just behind her jaw and right under her ear. “How many of my babies? Hm?”

“Mmm,” she sighs, scratching lightly at his scalp, considering the question seriously. “Four little Dolan babies, I think. Three boys and a little girl.”

“Yeah,” Grayson agrees easily, making his way across her jaw with soft little suckles. “But make that three girls and a little boy, and you've got a deal.”

MJ giggles and grabs his face so they’re staring each other in the eye again. “No actual baby-making until there’s a ring on this finger.” She wiggles the digits of her left hand, which Grayson grabs and kisses the back of with a smirk. If only she knew just how close that moment might be. “But we can always practice in the meantime.”

Grayson nods and hitches her leg up his hip as he ducks down for a surprisingly chaste kiss considering her invitation a second before. As much as he wants her, he has a need deep in his chest just to be close to her for the moment. To feel her hold him and nuzzle into the warm crook of his neck, sucking gently on that freckle there to make his head swim like after a nice glass of wine.

MJ is just as happy with that arrangement, and she lets her body be still and her breaths tickle the sensitive skin at his collarbone. The ocean breeze billowing through the open doors of the van is cool and salty and comforting.

“It’s crazy,” Grayson whispers after a few peaceful minutes, his fingers starting to trail up and down her covered back slowly. MJ pulls back a little so she can see his face. He isn't looking at her, but rather out the open van doors at the last moments of the sun setting behind the water. “I remember feeling exactly this way the first day we met, only now it’s…more. You felt right then, so right it was scary. And here we are. How did I know that you were my person as soon as you let me walk you back to that tent?”

MJ smiles and her belly swoops. She thinks back to that night, how scared she had been and how instantly — well, as he said — right Grayson had felt the minute they crossed paths.

“I did kind of seduce you,” she chuckles, lifting her head to nibble at the underside of his chin and reveling in the sensation of his deep chuckle vibrating against her lips. “Maybe you’re just under my Black Widow spell. Have I never let it slip I’m only after your money?”

Grayson laughs louder, squeezing her to his body tighter. “Nope. But that’s the MJ I remember falling head over heels for in a matter of hours. Smart and witty and sweet and so fucking pretty with her green eyes and bright smile.”

MJ stares up at him with stars in those emerald eyes he adores so much. He is unreal to both see and hear; his skin has turned olive and his hair has the crisp of the ocean still in it, and the fact that he can still pinpoint the little things he liked about her from so long ago…

“Do you love me?” she asks quietly. It’s so ridiculously unnecessary to ask, he tells her multiple times a day, every day.

“So much, Peach,” he murmurs back predictably, finally swooping down to capture her lips like she wanted earlier, tongues meshing instantly.

He tastes so familiar and sweet. She wants to devour him slowly, intimately, like she has a thousand times before.

“Close the doors?” MJ gasps after the simple swipe of his thumb over her nipple through her sweatshirt makes her thighs tremble and her hips grind onto his half-hard erection. Something about the heartwarming intimacy of the day has translated to her body being physically sensitive beyond belief.

Grayson nods and sits up, reaching for the switch of the fairy lights MJ had hung up a few weeks ago before slamming the doors shut on the nighttime scenery.

While he does as she asked, she scoots up to rest her head on a pillow and watches his bare, chiseled torso glow in the dim, sensual lights. Right as he turns around he catches her struggling to free herself from her hoodie.

“Let me do it, Peach. I wanna do it,” he breathes, dipping down to kiss her soundly before tugging upward on the hem of the soft fabric. MJ drops her head to the pillow to break the seal of their lips, lifting her arms up so he can pull the garment over her head.

Grayson flings it to the front of the van and brings their mouths together so quickly, like he simply can’t be away from her lips for longer than a second. His hands reach up and cup the pliable mounds of her breasts, which are several shades lighter than the rest of her chest. Clearly, he could care less, and MJ sighs softly as he massages them firmly, his calloused palms creating delicious friction on her hypersensitive nipples.

“Still the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, too,” he smirks, making his way across her jaw. MJ smiles too, eyes closed in bliss as he kisses the familiar trail down her sternum. Predictably, his warm lips suction around the bud of her left breast, and she lets her mind wander through the pleasure to flash back on the first time he did this.

“We’re still kind of in a tent, too, y’know,” she gasps as he switches sides, letting out her first moan of the night when he scrapes his teeth against her. “Just…more bougie.”

Grayson hums, quickly getting lost in the feel of how soft her tits are and how much he loves the sensation of her hard nipples under his tongue. He drops his hips down so he can grind his full erection against her hot center, eliciting wanton gasps from both of them.

MJ groans again, the feminine sound literal music to his ears and the perfect reinforcement to keep going. She hooks her legs around his waist to hold his hips against her, thrusting up against him as he continues to bite and lick and suckle her breasts.

“Holy shit, Gray, right there… I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, grasping at his hair to hold him down where he was sucking perfectly on her breast, and continues to grind roughly on his dick. Sure enough, a few seconds later she’s shuddering with the most intense orgasm she’s ever had without manual stimulation. Even from Grayson.

Grayson himself can hardly believe it; they have a great sex life, but he can’t remember the last time he had gotten her off just through some intense dry humping.

He isn’t going to question it, though, because it only means one thing: she’s as voracious for him tonight as he is for her. He growls when she starts to come down and surprises her with his mouth planting roughly back on hers. MJ kisses him back lazily as her mind clears some, smiling and fluttering her eyes open to meet his dark gaze when she feels his middle finger replace his tongue in her mouth. She closes her swollen, pouty lips around the digit and sucks, holding onto his hand and maintaining complete eye contact with him when he moans softly. She pulls his hand out of her mouth and pushes it into her shorts.

“Fuck,” he rasps, collecting her slippery cum against his finger, swirling it against his thumb before trailing his middle finger up to her clit. He soaks in her expression as her eyes roll back at the first contact, his favorite reaction she has to his touch. “Fuck, MJ. So fucking wet for me.”

MJ nods quickly, opening her eyes again to watch him watch her. “Lemme taste,” she whimpers.

She pulls his hand back up and doesn’t wait for permission or leave him time to process her demand as she sucks the slick moisture straight off his finger, the taste of herself gracing her tongue causing her pussy to gush even more. When his brain finally catches up, he’s immediately ripping his hand away from her with a harsh groan and hooking it around the back of her neck to kiss her deeply. His tongue plunders her mouth as he searches for traces of that sweet, earthy tang he knows oh-so well. MJ’s hands distractedly push at the waistband of his shorts, desperate for the feel of his dick in her hands.

“Please, baby,” she whines against his lips when they break for air, using the moment of clarity to tug more determinedly at his shorts. “Need you.”

“Need me where?” he teases, backing up so she can’t reach him as he pulls her own shorts down her long, newly tanned legs. Once he flings the scrap of fabric to join her sweater, he ducks down and swipes his tongue quickly over each of her nipples. “Here?”

MJ groans and shakes her head, her brain not operating at enough capacity to tease back, it’s so clouded with desire for him. “Gray…”

Grayson smirks and grabs one of her hands that are coasting down his back and attempting to pull him down against her. He cups her petite palm against his pulsing erection, sighing a little when her fingers wrap around him through his shorts instinctively. He drops his hand and brings it to her pussy, his fingertips dancing delicately against her swollen lower lips. His head swims at how wet she is and how the solid feel of him seems to have brought her mind back to earth, because as soon as he lets go of her hand she delves past his waistband to grip him directly.

“My dick, baby, you need my dick?” he asks softly, his voice a little high and his breath pitchy as she strokes him steadily now.

MJ moans and her pussy throbs simply at his words. She nods hastily. “Need it in me,” she manages, meeting his heated gaze as she gives him a firm squeeze. “Love your dick.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, his touch leaving her as he helps her in getting him completely naked, kicking his shorts off when they reach his ankles.

He takes a moment to gather himself and to slow down, trying to get himself back in that intimate headspace they were so deep in earlier, so that this doesn’t turn into just a hot, hard fuck. They love that, and it’s kind of their bread and butter in the bedroom. But he wants to hold her close and savor her body, to pass that loving energy between them in the most special, physical way.

MJ’s chest heaves as she watches Grayson hover above her, staring at her, and she parts her legs to welcome him back into her space. He looks like a fucking Greek god in the low light, his hair curly from the saltwater and sweat, his skin golden and his muscles bulging. She can’t possibly want him any more than in that moment.

“C’mere,” she whispers, reaching her arms out and making grabby hands at him. She can’t allow another second to go by without the sensation of his smooth skin against hers.

Grayson smiles sweetly at her, eyes sultry as he lowers himself at her request and presses their bodies together from chests to centers. She cups his cheeks and scratches her fingers against his scruff as they kiss slowly, deeply, desire building intensely once again as they grind together at the middle.

“Please, Grayson,” she finally says again.

All thoughts of any more teasing are out the door as Grayson obliges her. He dips his fingers in her pussy, testing her readiness and using her sweet juices to coat his dick.

MJ spreads her legs up and out, bent at the knees, and she throws her head back with a gasp as he enters her in a short thrust; a little more on the second, until he bottoms out with the third.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her hands pushing on the firm globes of his ass.

Grayson obeys with a groan, drawing his hips in and out steadily. “Wanna fuck you slow,” he says in her ear, thrusting all the way in and all the way out. The warm clutch of her perfect pussy is so intense at that tempo that he shudders and his eyes roll back. “Slow and deep, Peach.”

“Yes,” MJ agrees, her breaths coming in fast despite the maintained speed of his dick. He’s working her up so good, and she leans forward to bite into the junction of his neck and shoulder out of habit to keep her sounds muffled.

“Yes, baby,” she squeals quietly when her minute adjustment shifts the angle just right for him to hit her spot over and over. Her nails claw at his back, scraping over the work of art that is both his rippling muscles and the picture of the lions inked into them. “Oh my God, keep fucking me like that.. like that…”

The air confined in the van is warm and thick. Sweat drips from the ends of his hair, his hot breaths fan over her forehead, and his chain dangles enticingly across her face as he stares down at her all blissed out beneath him. Nothing turns him on more than her words of encouragement, which are usually muted due to the fact that his omnipresent twin brother lives across the hall. But now that they’re alone, in nature — just like the night they met — all filters are off. It makes him even more determined to get her to cum so hard she forgets any of those sweet praises she’s mumbling other than his name.

It’s already so, so good, but as soon as he gets on his knees just enough to gain more leverage to thrust even harder into her, that knot in MJ’s stomach starts growing in a fantastically unfamiliar way. Her eyes roll back and Grayson reaches a huge hand up to support her head against his shoulder, sensing how perfect the angle is for her and wanting to help her maintain it. She’s getting tighter and wetter around him, so much so that he has to grit his teeth and hiss to avoid having to pull out and stop.

“MJ,” he moans into her ear, tugging on her lobe with his teeth, an unspoken warning that he’s close. He’ll hold on as long as he can, but he absolutely needs to get her there first.

In the back of her mind, she comprehends his cue. But she’s so focused on reaching the bursting point of that expanding ball behind her belly, she can’t help but selfishly draw every ounce of pleasure she can from him. She thinks she knows what’s going to happen, and it will be a first-time experience for both of them.

It’s only going to take a few more deep, hard thrusts, and she’ll be there. Almost there…

“Gray!” she squeaks, squeezing a hand between their bodies to push against his abs, just in time for him to pull out and her to gush all over him and the blankets serving as makeshift sheets beneath them. It’s an indescribable release that washes over her, her own loud, shaky squeals of pleasure distant noises in the back of her head. She can only see colors behind her closed eyelids, greens and blues and lavenders sparkling in her mind’s eye like a mystical fog.

Grayson can’t believe what he’s seeing. His shocked and aroused groan sounds obnoxiously loud and foreign in his own ears; the fact that he doesn’t bust his nut right there on the blanket next to hers is a miracle. Instinctively, he reaches his fingers down to help her through it by rubbing her clit, huffing out an incredulous laugh when her thighs clamp instantly around his hand and a little more of her juices come out, soaking his hand. His name tumbles repeatedly out of her lips, just like he was aiming for and unwittingly exceeding his own expectations.

He’s painfully hard as he leans over her again, kissing her through her mindless whimpers as she starts to slowly come-to, her damp thighs opening once again and allowing him to slip between them. Right where he belongs.

“MJ?” he whispers, stroking her brow softly and watching her face intently. “You okay?”

Eyes still closed and breasts heaving, MJ takes a second to respond, but she moans quietly and nods, puckering her lips in invitation for him to meet with his. He obliges, indulging her for a moment until he can’t wait anymore. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside,” she breathes at once, reaching down to grasp him and bring him to her dripping pussy. Grayson flinches at her sudden grip on him and the overwhelming wetness against the sensitive head of his dick. “Come on, Bear. Want you to cum hard inside me.”

With a groan, he slides back inside her, and a few hard, sloppy thrusts later, he’s shooting deep in her pussy. He’s never cum so hard in his life, and he whines into her mouth with the timing of his spurts. She hums contentedly, obsessed with that feeling of warmth that comes with, well, his cum.

“So good,” he murmurs when he’s finally done, pulling out of her slowly. He grabs a spare towel and cleans up the liquid white that follows him dripping from her center. “That was incredible, MJ. You’re incredible.”

MJ shakes her head in agreement, clapping a hand to her forehead and giggling softly, her knees bent and swaying side to side. “I thought we had done everything to try to get that to happen. Turns out we just had to go back to the beginning.”

Grayson lies down next to her, turning her head with a gentle hand on her cheek so he can press their lips together. “I love you,” he says simply. “My pretty Peach.”

MJ grabs a blanket and tosses it over the both of them, brushing her nose against his once they’re cuddled together. “And I love my Gray Bear. Mine.”

“Yours,” he whispers in affirmation, tucking her head into the crook of his neck until they’re both lulled to sleep in their cozy little bougie tent.

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