#graysonbaileydolan

[impaladolan]

Oh So Needy - Grayson Dolan

summary: when y/n feels as though grayson isn’t giving her the attention she deserves, she simply taunts him into her own little trap of lustful passion...

warnings: swearing, choking, fem masturbaution, oral - fem receiving, maledom, smut, and big scary grayson <3

word count: 2.2k

a/n: well.. here you go my darlings…

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"But Graysonnn, I need you..." She drug his name out symphonically, slipping her hands against his tilted backside. His striking stature was settled in a tall, swiveling chair, his hands attached to a keyboard as his fingers sprawled across it, monotonously clacking at the keys without interruption.

"Not now, princess." His baritone rang loudly in her ears, echoing against the large room's solemn walls. Impatient, Y/N achingly presses her chest to where her hands were placed prior, kneading her fingers into his shoulders where stressed tension had built up.

"It'll only take half an hour.." She pleads, lowering her hands upon his abdomen, inching slowly towards her desired destination, if only he wouldn't be so damned stubborn.

"Y/N, I said later." He drew his hands from the keyboard, promptly grabbing her wrists and forcing them away from his alluring body.

"Workaholic." She blew a dramatic huff from her lips, withdrawing herself from around him entirely. Grayson didn't object nor deny her wrongful accusation, only the faint sucking of his teeth worked its way through the echoing silence of the room, all until his fingers went back to their job; hitting non-alphabetically organized blocks of letters.

"It's hardly even work, my love." His voice danced between a mixture of a broken French twang and a certain apologetic tone that scarcely resembled an excuse for his sudden "misbehavior" in gratifying his women's bodily needs.

He didn't receive a response from the one and only Y/N herself, whose attitude of grief and despair lead her onto a different task, perhaps involving busying herself with a swim in the pool, instead of bothering Grayson with her selfish desires.

"I'll be in the backyard if you need me, Gray." She said in departure, leaving his office after an absentminded nod was returned from Grayson.

She did just as she said she would, after changing into proper swimming attire and collecting a bottle of sunscreen and tanning oil. She was laid out on one of the many poolside chairs, basking in the sunshine with a frown.

She still had that dull ache within her core...

And it felt as though it would never go away. She couldn't help the fantasies that would creep into her mind, on any given occasion, and stay on repeat until her ends were met and she was spoiled with the wonders of his languid tongue.

It was a curse, and a dream in itself.

She knew he was very busy, especially with how well his company was doing, but she was selfish of him. His hands should be upon her, not the stupid computer he had been tacking at since dawn. And his voice in her ear, his lips softly grazing her neck whilst his nimble fingers glide against her skin and dip into her soaked folds.

It's all too much to handle without his care, therefore a mischievous plan was planted in her mind, an evil smirk invading her devilish lips.

She went to grab her phone, opening it right to her messages with him, nothing too absurd, and she began her marvelous mission..

grayyyy

come out here, i need you!

you know i really need to finish this up

it'll only be a couple more hours

be patient

please?

no, y/n

She huffed, blowing a piece of hair from her face as she did so.

then check the cameras

With a giggle, she shot right out of her seat and began to untangle the strings of her bikini, her dazzled eyes settled on the outside camera that they had installed for safety precautions. First to go was the top half of her suit, the side strings undone, following the one on the nape of her neck until her chest was bare and open to his eyes only, the flimsy piece of clothing tossed to the ground. Next was her bottoms. Slow and deliberate, she let the material slide down her legs and pool at her feet.

Dings! rang from her phone beside her, but she only laughed. Without even a glimpse of his face, she knew he was furious. And that's exactly what she wanted.

Soon enough, her hand was wrapped around the darkened tanning oil and she let it drip onto her stomach, watching it slip slowly down her thighs and legs, adding a nice gleam to her skin that surely Grayson would be able to comprehend through his computer screen. She lathered the substance all around her body, taking a look towards the only window of his office, and a sharp gasp emitted from her throat.

There he was, anchored to the window with his hand under his chin and a deathly expression written across his face. He began to click his tongue, as if to scold her for her mischief and halt her needing actions.

"What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" He seemed amused, in a begrudging way, but still enamored with the sight of her and the lengths she'd go just to gain his attention.

"Tanning.." She turned the bottle for his eyes to see the label, a sloppy grin replacing the previous smirk she had. With a scoff, he pulled his torso and head out from the window and closed it with a loud, shuttering click that made Y/N's stomach drop.

For a moment she thought of hiding, fleeing the scene. She knew she'd be in terrible trouble, but the anticipation grew every second she had to wait for his appearance, and it was unbearably exciting.

Soon enough the back door flew open and out came an angry bear of a man, standing tall with his arms crossed and his lips in a straight line, a scolding look in his eyes that made Y/N want to crawl in bed and cry.

He stuck his large index finger out, motioning for her to come hither. But Y/N didn't move an inch in his direction, instead she flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned her back to him, walking along the pool. After sticking a toe in the water, she figured it was too cold for her liking and decided to retire back to the original chair she was first sat in.

Grayson was still in his stance, though his glare softened and began to roam her body that he claimed his own. Y/N noticed, exposing her chest a bit more and widening her legs for him to see all of her.

"It's too bad you're all the way over there, baby." She said within an exasperated sigh, pouting her lips whilst she travels a single finger down her body, enticing him.

"It's so lonely all by myself, and no one to.. play with.." Y/N sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and softly moaned once the pad of her finger reached her swollen clit, circling the most sensitive part of her womanhood. Her other hand engulfed one of her perky nipples, squeezing it tight enough to feel the tingly sensation that made her hips buck and her lips mewl curses of pleasure.

He watched as her thighs began to tremble, her eyes closing shut and hot breaths exiting her mouth once she dipped a single finger between her folds. Unwanted jealousy bubbled at his insides, a thick load of bile entering his throat the longer he observed.

"Does that feel good, kitten?" He asked with sincerity, taking a few steps closer to her. "Better than how Daddy touches you?" Now his shadow covered her and she opened her eyes, shaking her head vigorously.

She kept quiet though, too preoccupied to give him an actual answer as she slips a second finger into her puckering hole. She wanted to indulge in the feeling of her own self-provoked pleasure, and she would have if not for the unexpected pressure that caressed her neck with such force, an all too familiar feeling of his meaty hand wrapped around her throat.

"Use your words, princess." His beading eyes frightened her, something she hadn't seen very often. If at all.

"N-No, Daddy," It came out as a whisper. "You do it so so much b-better!" She threw her head back and let a breathless scream escape her lips, relishing in the ecstasy that soon would bring her that climax she couldn't wait to soak in.

Grayson, enthralled with the tremors and quivers that spread throughout her, lead a hand to delicately envelop her smooth breast, running his thumb over the hard nub repeatedly. Y/N felt herself drawing to an end, a coil squeezing in her abdomen, ready to snap at any given moment.

"You're so close, aren't you baby?" She giggled, signaling a yes to his answer. Words weren't formidable, and she couldn't hardly speak anyway when her airways were blocked by the seductive chokehold her lover had around her. Knowingly, he let his fingers travel from her breast and along down until his fingertips came in contact with the pulsating nub of hers that needed plenty of attention too.

"You can do it baby, cum for Daddy. Show me what a naughty girl you are." He tugged at her clit, rolling it between his warm tips and bringing her to her orgasm with just his mere touch. Her hips buzzed as she came all over the patio furniture, releasing a heavy moan and suffocating in her desires.

Grayson maneuvered his body towards her, settling between her legs and delving his tongue unto her sensitive folds. Y/N hiccuped, reaching her hands forward to run through his thick hair.

"Just like that.." Her face was red with heat and sweat began to dribble from her hairline, her composure yet to subside from her previous climax as Grayson furthered her into another one.

She could feel his warm, thick, and hot muscle stretching her heart-shaped folds, lathering and soaking up her juices as he did so. He even led his thumb back over her bud, creating quick circular motions that made her abdomen convulse with sudden rapture. He groaned against her pussy, sending vibrations through her core and she shuttered as a second orgasm dared spill.

Before it could, Grayson had his head pulled back and he stood before her, his chest rising and falling rapidly just as her own did too. She whined, tears coming to her eyes as her overstimulated-self fell apart with no ruin.

"Not just yet, princess, need you to take daddy's cock." He unzipped his pants preceding his words, shuffling them down and around his ankles, his shirt being discarded too. There he stood in all his glory, his erection straining promptly against his waistband. Y/N dared to sit up and tug at it, but Grayson already had his finger looped around the fabric and forcing them down before she could sit up properly. She hardly even blinked when she felt his large hands attach to her waist and flip her onto her knees, an excited scream breaking the vast silence.

He grasped the skin of her ass, laying a few harsh slaps against it before, without warning, slipping his cock into her tiny hole. She fell forward slightly, due to the roughness, and she felt her eyes brink with tears yet again as the arousing pain of him stretching her walls withheld her. Grayson fisted her hair, pulling her head to the side for him to see her disheveled appearance.

“Don’t you fuckin’ cry, princess. This is what you begged and begged for.” He slammed himself rough against her, his cock breaching her cervix and empty whines flowing through her mouth and loud grunts shamelessly falling from his lips.

“Look at you, already fucked out and taking daddy so well.” He continued to plunge right into her, never slowing his place as she fell apart, her knees feigning to give out and her body willing to crumble beneath him. What once was painful became pleasure, and even that became a total blur.

“I feel you in my-my stomach!” Y/N yelped as she felt him brush against the spot she craved the most. Once again, she felt herself on the brink of a climax, hungry for release. His thrusts no longer were rapid, but rather sloppy as he began to come apart.

“Grayson, F-Fuck!” She felt the knot in her stomach tighten and released atop his thick member, low and soft moans emptying into the air as he continued to ride himself out. Y/N could hardly breathe, her legs diminishing from beneath as she became incapable of holding herself up any longer.

“C’mon baby, almost there.” He threw his head back, his abdomen clenching and his face twisting into a heavenly euphoria. He felt himself twitch inside her, his hot, and thick cum seeping from his bulging red tip with the lack of a warning. Vehemently, he cursed and moaned, laying his frontside upon her in exhaustion.

The two were sprawled against each other, breathless as their bodies regained their composure after such exertion. Y/N smiled mischievously below him, full well amused with herself for taunting him into her little trap.

“Happy now?” He asked against her ear with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her. She nodded in his embrace, planting small kisses across his arms in happy fulfillment.

[grethan-real]

Get a person that looks at you the same way e looks a Grayson

[grantszn]

🥵💦💦 — i just, i had to🥺

[dxlansfxck]

Blurred Lines | E.D.

Summary: Smoking weed with Ethan for the first time turns into snacking, cuddling and making out.

Warnings: Smut, Drug use, fluff I guess

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Ethan and you have been planning this evening out for weeks now, not sure where to buy the things you’ll need, being paranoid about the cops and getting into jail. You’ve had some friends that smoke weed on a regular basis, but you’ve never tried it. Damn, Ethan didn’t even like to drink alcohol, how could someone conclude that he was ready to try some weed now? Both of you were stressed out lately, started arguing over stupid shit, not being handle themselves. They might think that all you need is a good fuck, but well, that’s what you were doing every single night. You’ve had the best sex of your lives, basically trying out everything without kink-shaming the others interests. Grayson himself loves a nice blunt here and there – it was the only thing that could calm him down while having anxiety attacks-, so he offered his brother to get some more when he meets his dealer the next time, maybe even hitting the bong with you.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? It isn’t illegal for no reason. Oh god, has someone ever died from an overdose? Of course people need to smoke that shit if they’re so nervous about doing it, they need something to calm down after the panic. How do we even do this, have you ever rolled a blunt? And shall we smoke a blunt or a joint? Grayson said we could use his bong as well, but isn’t it stronger this way? Y/N, I think we should- ““I think you should shut up, babe. Don’t worry too much, you can’t die from just smoking one or two blunts. Look at Gray, he’s still alive and some days all he does is sitting in his room smoking weed. We’ll be fine, but if you don’t want to do this, we don’t need to, you know that right?” You try to calm your boyfriend down, not wanting to pressure him into something. E just nods, smiling shyly. “I just don’t want to risk anything, but you’re right, nothing could happen. Should we prepare some food in case we’ll get hungry?” You jump up, running into the kitchen and pull premade cookie dough out of the fridge while grinning at Ethan. “Duh. I’m making those, you’ll call the pizza delivery! I want pineapple and sweet corn, maybe some Sprite with it as well. And don’t forget- “”The Ranch dressing, I know, princess. Gimme a sec.”

“Hey guys, I’m back”, Grayson enters the door, already smelling freshly baked cookies and Pizza while stepping out of his shoes. “Damn, I’m smoking with you all the time if you’re coming this prepared.” You just shrug your shoulders. “Didn’t know what I would be in the mood for and this guy”, you point down to your stomach, “Is hungry for everything.” Ethan laughs while letting him fall right next to his girl, putting on ‘Mulan’ on the screen. He knows it’s your favorite and he learned to love it too.

“How are we going to do this, Gray?” “I already bought premade blunts, it’s easier”, he holds them up, so you could see them. “Ready, folks?” Grayson sits right next to you, placing one of the blunts between his lips and lighten it before taking a deep breath. He exhales with closed eyes before handing it over to you, who repeats the process. Ethan is the last one, still a bit nervous but curious. He didn’t like the taste, the irritation in his throat and the coughing afterwards which made him drink a whole cup of Sprite. But it gets easier each time he hits the blunt, soon the second one is all smoked up as well and Grayson went back to his room to play some Fortnite. Ethan and you were just looking at each other, grinning, and enjoying some of your pizza while finishing the movie, not feeling high at all.

“Shall we go to our room? We can watch some YouTube in bed, the couch isn’t as comfy.” You nod, grabbing the cookies and Sprite before going upstairs, sliding directly into your bed. “What do you want to watch? Shane?” Of course, you watched Shane, your favorite YouTuber. Conspiracy after conspiracy, Ethan just shakes his head. “Don’t get it. How’s he so smart?” Then he starts laughing. “Oh well, he just googles the stuff, I guess. But where does the idea to google it come from? He must be smart. I’m not that smart, but that’s okay, right?” He looks over at you which is totally lost in the video. “Mhm, yes, smart”, while munching some cookies. “Dude, these are so fucking good, they taste like a chocolate explosion in my mouth. Try one!” “Oh fuck, you’re right”, he speaks with a mouth full of cookies. “They’ve never been this good, I swear, if everything tastes like this if you’re stoned, I want to smoke every day.” He looks over to his girlfriend, chocolate spread around your mouth, the hair falling out of your messy bun, wearing nothing but E’s old football tee. “God, you’re so beautiful, princess”, wrapping his arms around you, Ethan can’t stop admiring you. “Your skin is so soft, even though your legs aren’t shaved, how do you do this? HOW?” You just laugh it off, placing one hand on Ethan’s cheek. “Thank you, baby. But you’re beautiful too. People may call you hot or handsome, but you’re truly beautiful, inside and outside. I love you, Ethan.” “I love you too, Val.” Your lips met in a soft, lovely kiss, different to your normal making outs. Usually, the couple would fight over dominance, this time there wasn’t any dominance at all, just sweet love.

You kissed for what seems like hours, exploring your bodies and showing love to each other. You were on top of Ethan, kissing his jawline, pressing sweet little kisses onto his Adam’s apple down to his rising chest. “You smell so good, E. Like cookies, sugar and yourself.”, You mutter as you softly lick over his lightly sweaty chest. Ethan couldn’t hide that quiet moan that leaves his skin as soon as your tongue reached out for his nipple.

Your lips wander down his toned chest and the slightly hairy trail down to his boxers, leaving a few love bites here and there – the lovely making out session quickly turning into what you usually do. “Baby, no teasing, please.” Ethan grabs a fistful of your hair, while looking down into your sparkling, yet red and hooded eyes. Just as you bite the skin beneath his belly button, he throws his head back with a deep growl. “I feel like I’m in the sky, babe.”

You just laugh while making your way downwards, licking and kissing his thick thighs, lightly scratching the skin with her nails. “I love your thighs, E.” “And I love your wet little pussy on them, Y/N. But first of all, I want this pretty mouth of yours”, you know how much Ethan loves blowjobs, he seems to enjoy them as much as sex and you enjoy them too – having all this power over Ethan, making him squirm and shiver under your touch while hearing him moan your name is what makes you so needy for his cock. But as much as you likes him in your mouth, you’re such a sucker for teasing, slowly bringing his blood to a boil while Ethan gets almost angry at you. Just as you begins to kitten lick his shaft while slowly massaging his balls, he grabs your cheeks and makes you look at him. “What did I tell you, Y/N? No. Fucking. Teasing”, with that, he shoves you back down right onto his dick, listening to your gagging sounds while grinning. “That’s my girl, c’mon”, he lays back down but keeps looking at you swallowing his penis like a goddess. His groans turn into moans, sweat drips down his forehead and he feels like all his muscles were getting sore from tensing them. You look up to him here and there, but keep focused on what’s in your mouth, trying to reach every inch of skin, tasting whatever he was giving you. “’m close, princess. Now gimme a taste of your pretty little flower down there”, Ethan rolls both of you, giving the love of his live a quick peck before laying between your legs, not hesitating in diving right in. He kisses your folds, nibbling on the sensitive skin and uses his long fingers to collect your juices before sucking the sweetness off them. Your fingers run through his soft hair, grabbing a few locks to tug on. Yet another growl leaves his throat before he softly bites into the most sensitive spot. His name leaves your lips more than once, while he keeps teasing you here and there, not really trying to build up an orgasm, more like giving you as much please as possible without you being worn out afterwards. “E, please. Let me cum”, you keep pressing your pussy onto his face, wanting more than what he was currently giving you. “Let me come or start fucking me, but you can’t keep doing this with me, please”, you whine, trying to get anything from him. “You wanna cum, babe? C’mon, use me. Make yourself come. Grind down onto my face, beautiful. I know how much you love that”, he holds out his tongue, nuzzles his nose into you and lets you do whatever you desire. “My god, E, you’re killing me”, you grab another fistful of his silky hair, just to press him right into your folds, almost slamming onto his pretty face, spreading your juices all over him – what a joy to kiss him later – as you feel the orgasm build up. “Yes, E. Keep your tongue there, babe.” You close your eyes, practically seeing stars dancing around, while bringing yourself to an end just as Ethan inserts two of his fingers into you.

You glare down at him, wanting to punch the smirk off his face. “That was rude, E. I hope you’ll fuck me good. Otherwise I’ll have Gray to do so”, you flip over, kneeling on all fours in front of him, slowly wiggling your ass. “C’mon, E. Show me what you’ve got.” Ethan didn’t know what to say at this point, he was getting kinda angry, but you being so commanding was a huge turn on. The weed in his system makes him think way slower, he didn’t want it to be over yet, he wanted to fuck you long and good, trying out every position and place he could. Otherwise, his dick was throbbing, and he knew he couldn’t handle it much longer, not with the view of this perfectly round ass in front of his face. He gives them a quick slap, watching the cheeks jiggle in front of him before directly pushing into you. “Never even think about Grayson while you’re in bed with me, Y/N. You know that. There’s no comparison between us when it comes to sex”, his thrusts get deeper and faster, his entire body was on fire, he was light headed and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt everything to much more intense.

You on the other hand were about to come again the second he entered you. He was pounding into you without mercy, sending you straight to cloud 9. You couldn’t think about anything else besides his large hands on your hips, his thick cock entering you again and again and his growls next to your ear, making you wish the moment could last forever. You felt the infamous knot in your stomach before grabbing one of his hands for support. “Let go, angel. I’ll be there soon”, he coos in your ear while speeding up. “Fuck, E!”, you let out a high-pitched moan before almost collapsing in his touch. Ethan releases right after you, pressing feather-like kisses onto you back, while massaging the tender skin. “I think we should get high more often, Y/N.” His angel laughs, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “But first, we need more cookies.”

[graysonsscruff]

WE FUCKING NEED FIDGET SPINNERS

[archivedbailey]

grayson dolan at 4ou tour.

❤️ or reblog if you save/use.

twitter: suhdols

[xoxokiz]

sometimes i can’t stand when people caption photos of the twins like “Ethan and Grayson”

like nah bish, I thought that was Philip and Jose

[dolanspacemendes]

This is the best screenshot I’ve ever taken. I was just trying to get Ethan but Grayson also looks cute. Love this. Imagine cuddling with Ethan like that tho..

[impaladolan]

Public Part Two - Grayson Dolan

a/n: in honor of my very first tumblr post, exactly one year ago— i wanted to write another version of public. i also just wanna say a big thank you to everyone that has been with me throughout this year. i love you all to the moon and back and i can’t wait to spend more years with you guys and grow with you. thank you so much <3 and also sorry for my terrible procrastinating, i blame my lack of posting on that and as well as some writer’s block too. fun.

summary: against your better judgment, you somehow falter and let grayson do what he will with you at dinner, right underneath your parent’s noses..

warnings: swearing, exhibition, public fingering, daddy kink, maledom, and all that jazz tehehe

word count: 1.1k

my first ever post.

"Stop it, we're in a nice restaurant." You softly smack his hand from traveling to your inner thigh, mumbling your words in a cruel manor.

"I don't really care," He glides the tips of his fingers up your leg slowly and somberly, resting his hand severely close to your aching heat.

"Well, I do care.." Once again, you remove his warmth from your own, humiliated that the softest touch of a man could make it so difficult to focus. "And just because my parents are in the restroom, doesn't mean we can mess around, Grayson."

"They're probably fucking." Blandly, he says, staring at you with an ornery glint in his florescent eyes.

"Gross." You blow a disgusted huff through your teeth, watching your parents emerge from the back of the building, looking pure as ever.

"If it were up to me, I'd have you taking my cock in the bathroom too." His words slipped right down through you and caressed your arousal with his grueling words, forcing an unwanted, tainted red to spread among your cheeks like wildfire.

"You shouldn't say things like that.." Wary, you kept your eyes lowered, fully ashamed of the affect he had now bestowed upon you.

"Flustered, my Love?" He gave you a convincing look of concern, but he had "arrogance" written all over his face, settling his damned hand atop your knee smoothly.

"Y'know, you shouldn't wear this," He pulled the small, delicate strap of your dress off your shoulder, "Makes Daddy want to ruin your nice little dress.."

"Stop, Grayson.." You pull the loose strap back up to its former place, grimacing once his hand crawls up the slit of your dress and settles against your molten cove he calls his own.

"Stop what, Y/N?" He shifts his eyes on yours, raising a brow in question. "I've hardly laid a finger upon you.." He curled his finger under the silk fabric of your panties, massaging your little rose bud soft and nice.

You fall silent to his wishes, eyeing your parents who had made a stop at the bar and were laughing with another couple while you sat there, a mistress to whatever Grayson Dolan decided to do. He rolled your clit between the pads of his fingers as you let your head fall back slowly, chewing on the pillowy softness of your bottom lip to suppress your pleas for more.

"Grayson.." He slid his long index into your pulsing folds, and you wrapped both of your hands around his bicep, anchoring to him as he deflowered you amongst the eyes of the public. You struggled to keep your legs still from under the table, and his pace of pleasure quickened.

Softly, you whimpered through your lips, undeniably hushed by his arousing acts of unbidden desires. You squeezed your thighs together, whilst enveloping his hand at your very center. It was terribly hard to keep quiet, and even Grayson struggled with the want to praise his little princess for doing so well.

"Such a naughty girl," Grayson chides, watching you fall apart so delicately, amidst the oblivious beings that scatter the room. His eyes travel down the lengths of you, the sore throb in his cock swelling each time your thighs shook around his hand.

He pumped his thick digits slow and masterfully, while sweat dotted your brow, sweeping your hair with a gleam. Your chest fell rapidly, and you felt the overwhelming sensations of his languid touch begin to brink at your nearly-come orgasm.

“Daddy, please..” Involuntary bucks broke from your hips and you let your head fall to his shoulder, a cascade of whimpers and cries quietly evading your wordless mouth.

“Go ahead, princess, come on Daddy’s fingers. Let everyone see how messy you are.” His lips moved against your ear and you couldn’t help but free yourself from the bondage wrapped around the pit of your stomach in several knots, and he unwound everything single one of them with ease.

Careless of what eyes could be scouring you, you let your body rattle through your orgasm, coating his fingers with your juices and an unapologetic moan emptying from your lips with passion.

It felt so good.

You sigh as Grayson removes his fingers from you, hazily watching as he slips them in his mouth unbothered. You let your breathing smooth back to normal, eyeing him with the same lustful desire you withheld still only minutes ago.

Confident, you led your hand right over his hardened erection, sliding your palm tenderly against the noticeable indent in his trousers. Grayson gave you an evil look, dismissing whatever silly little idea you had in your mind. He swept your hand away, intertwining your fingers together instead.

“Not now, baby.” Concern lathered his voice and the both of you looked up, watching your parents make their way back to the table you all were sharing. Though Grayson would stare with intent, you kept your eyes lowered, ashamed of the escapades that went on right under their noses.

"Oh honey, what's gotcha so wound up? You look like a tomato." Your mother, bright as always, ponders aloud, making you shift your eyes in her direction.

"It's really hot in here, Mom." You fan your hands at your face, Grayson's shit-eating grin in your peripheral's.

"Well, maybe you should cool down with some desert! I'm sure a little ice cream and pie would help you out." She widely smiled, taking her former seat in front of you and signaling a waiter over. You were going to decline your mother's suggestion, but she looks so happy and pie sounds just too good..

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N, but I have my favorite desert already made and ready at home.” He stands from his seat, bidding your parents good bye and forcing you to do the same. You walk beside him through the restaurant, confused but nonetheless glad that you didn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of knowing what the both of you had done.

“What the hell was that? I actually wanted some ice cream.” You frown as the two of you exit the restaurant, met with the humid air that engulfs your bodies tightly. Grayson grabs your hand firmly, coyly pulling you into his hard, suited chest.

“And I want a taste of that pussy, been craving it all night.”

a/n: aaghh, it feels like i haven’t posted anything like this in forever and idk if this is even good & it’s really short

[grethan-real]

This part

[grantszn]

— grayson x fans <3 🥺

hi i’m majorly in my feels rn i love him sm

[rxylynn]

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[squishyeth]

me, in ethan's lane: i love my lane

grayson:

me, confused as ever: fuck

[xoxokiz]

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉 ~𝓇𝓊𝓅𝒾 𝓀𝒶𝓊𝓇

[niamhfthemmings]

I love my lane…

[grethan-real]

In aww