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[impaladolan]

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; feelin’ frisky…

warning: it’s a little abrupt

Blow:

"Go get it yourself, Grayson." You undressed, anxious to bathe in the warmth of a shower. It's practically freezing throughout the house, and you wanted something that'll warm you up inside and out, as well as some seclusion from everything.

Grayson was in a mood all day, for some odd reason, and all he wanted to do was lay in bed and binge some newer movies with you. At least something to pass the time with.

But instead, you wanted to read a book beside the crackling fireplace, cozied up with a blanket and wool socks, and a warm coffee at the table beside you. It was that kinda day, the sun shielded with gloomy dark clouds and a certain haze that drifted through the house.

Your favorite weather.

But Grayson was a selfish man, a growing jealousy towards your love for reading instead of you sacrificing that time to cuddle him endlessly. He loved laying his head across your tummy, so that you’d play with his hair and your fragrance with drift around him sweetly. But the both of you were as equally stubborn as the other, and neither would subside.

You turned the shower-head on, letting the water heat up before submerging yourself beneath the stream. It felt incredibly nice, a comfort in which you hadn’t known you were in desperate need of. You hummed a little song, running your hands through your hair to wet each strand. You were humming a little tune when a knock at the door sounded, and you sighed.

"What, Grayson?" You kept your eyes closed, but your voice was tainted with annoyance, a rarity in this household.

You heard the door click, not even bothering to look over at him entering. You had guessed that he'd want to come in and talk to you, maybe apologize for his mood and hopefully join you if your argument went smooth.

"Better fix the attitude princess." You heard the plop of his clothing as it hit the floor, and you finally opened your eyes for a peak. He stood there in all his glory, his arms crossed and a cruel expression on his face.

"It's not me, it's your little mood you've had all day, Grayson." You covered yourself slightly, not wanting him to see your intimate parts if he was gonna be such an asshole.

It happened fast.

First, he tore open the shower door, wrapped his meaty hand around your neck, and slammed you against the tiled wall; not too terribly hard, but enough to know he was downright furious.

"Can't fucking listen to directions when I give them to you, can you?" It was rhetoric, but you made it a point to roll your eyes extra dramatic. That way, he'd see how much of an "attitude" you could really have.

"Knees." His tone was dead cold, and you complied urgently, dropping down with the help of his grasp around your neck. He slipped his hand from below your chin to up into your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling down to make you face upward at him.

"Anything else you wanna add before I fuck your throat sore?" Your cheeks burned as you shook your head no, breathing in a deep sigh as you readied yourself for the excursion about to take place.

"Then suck, baby." He pulled your hair tighter, your eyes drifting back to his hardened member. Your body shuddered frantically, an arousal beginning to pool from the depths of your cavern. With a smirk, you wrapped your hot lips around his swollen tip, suctioning it and taking his cock deeper and deliberately slow to anger him.

His placed his free hand upon the wall behind you to support himself whilst you led both of your hands to his trembling, muscular thighs. His breathing became unsteady, much like your’s as you hollowed your cheeks around him. He had his head thrown back, his hips involuntarily shifting his cock roughly down your throat and your blissful hums vibrated around his shaft.

You weren’t hardly half way down his length when he murmured for you to speed up and take him even further.

But of course, you didn’t listen.

Instead, you slipped your mouth off with a pop! and gave him an innocent grin. He looked down at you, confused as hell as you stood up from your tender knees. You gave his lips a quick, soft kiss before opening the shower door to leave.

“What are you doing?” His brows were furrowed and he watched as you stepped into a towel with a satisfied expression across your face.

“Grayson, darling,” you cooed, “bad boys don’t get orgasms…”

[voiidbarnes]

the new years kiss - e.d.

WORD COUNT - 861

“Babe, I’m home!”

I look over at the front door from the living room couch to find my boyfriend of three years lugging his suitcase from Australia through the door.  

“Oh my God, you’re home early!”, I squeal and jump over the coffee table, rushing over to his six-foot self.  “I thought you were going to stay in Aussie for another day with Kyle and Gray?”

He smiles down at me when I wrap my arms around his torso, barely able to wrap them all the way.  “It’s New Year’s, babe.  I wasn’t going to miss spending it with you for the world.”

“I love you so much,” I sigh happily and press a kiss to his cheek.  “I missed you so much.”

“Love you more princess, and I’m pretty sure I missed you more.  I have your pillow in my other suitcase,” he chuckles.  He always loved the natural smell of me and couldn’t go to sleep without it.  Thus, E took my pillow before boarding his plane to Australia.

I giggle as he moves his suitcase into the closet in the hallway and closes the door.  “Do you want me to make you mac and cheese?”

He groans and kisses me on the forehead.  “I missed your food, Gray’s tastes like shit compared to yours.”

I shake my head and chuckle as I head to the kitchen, E trailing behind me.  He watches me take out the ingredients out of the fridge and wraps his arms around my waist as I prepare the vegan cheese.

“Need any help with that, babe?”, he asks as he buries his face in my neck. 

I smile and look over my shoulder at him.  “Now that I think about it, can you take down the Christmas decorations?  The Christmas lights are still all over the living room walls and the tree is still up.”

Ethan whines as he shakes his head.  “But I love your decorations, they make me feel like home.  Plus, nobody else lives here- we don’t have to take them down till January.”

“Tonight’s January, babe.”

He chuckles and squeezes my hip.  “You know what I mean, can we leave them up?  Please, bubba?”

I chuckle as I put the cheese in a glass bowl.  “Alright, alright.  Can you wash the dishes and set up the table, then?”, I ask as I put a piece of cheese in his mouth.

“That,” he begins as he chews on the cheese and sticks his tongue out at me.  “I can do.”

I lift my head from his chest and look at the red alarm clock on my nightstand. 

11:58 PM.  

I sigh in content as I run my fingers through E’s hair and chuckle.  We both fell asleep to Rick and Morty quietly playing on the T.V.  after dinner around seven.  We acted like one of those cute old married couples in movies, and I wouldn’t trade him for anybody else.  

“Bubba,” I whisper into the dark living room.  “Bubba, it’s almost midnight.  I love you and all but the New Year’s kiss is our tradition.”

He chuckles quietly, his raspy-sleepy voice never fails to send chills down my spine.  “Five more minutes…”

“It’s 11:59 right now, E.  If I gave you five more minutes, you would miss the ball drop,”  I say as I get up to grab the remote.  

Ethan whines and pulls me tighter against his warm chest.  “Nooooo, don’t leave me.”

Jetlag always made him into a big human teddy bear and this time it was no different.  He sniffs my hair gently, taking in my scent and I slowly try to grab the remote on the coffee table with my foot.  I succeed, surprisingly, and I grabbed it with my hand. 

Turning on the channel that displays the ball drop in Times Square, I grin as I see a bright timer displaying “FIFTEEN [15] SECONDS,” on the big screen.

E stirs in his sleep and I notice him opening one eye, looking at the T.V.  

“It’s almost time babe!”, I whisper excitedly.  “Look at the people chanting!��

“You’re so cute when you get excited about these things.  I love everything about you babe,” he chuckles and buries his head into my neck.  “I promise I’m going to marry you someday.  And we’ll start a family, move away from the big city, and have one of those cute houses in the suburbs.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I start to dream about our life together.  

Shoving me out of my thoughts, the sound of people screaming startles me. 

“THREE….”

Ethan kisses my forehead and I feel him smiling against it.

“TWO….”

His lips touch with my cheek.

“ONE….”

He kisses my nose.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

I pull his hoodie down and connect our lips together in a gentle and sweet kiss.  

When we pull away, he studies my face for a second and I see something flicker in his eyes.  There full with an emotion I can’t put into words.

Ethan takes a deep breath before opening his mouth.  “And I want that day to be today.  I love you so fucking much.  Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

[grantszn]

🥵💦💦 — i just, i had to🥺

[autsturni]

theyre all so beautiful

[agirlssfantasy]

these are my edits that i made so please if you use them please tag me so i can thank you and stuff!! @lostinmydolans @kiradolan211 @heartbreakdolan @highqualitydolans @rockstardolan @i-will-personally-eat-yourhand @heeydolan @bouttogolinkurbitch.

[mariah-can-dream]

Requested :

Hi Mariah! I just wanna say I'm a huge fan and I love your personality and your blog. I'm new to Tumblr and I was just wondering if you could write a little smut blurb on fucking Grayson in the back of his Bronco. I don't know who's "lane" your in but I mean you don't have to write it if you don't want to. But it would really make my day since it's been shitty. I love you k bye

and lemme just fucking say LOLA I MIGHT FAIL YOU AND ETHAN😭😭 @grethanss @dtwritings @milkymilkdolans @sugar-dolan AND BROOKE AND LILY U ALSO MIGHT LOSE ME TF TOO😭 @aint-ships-a-wonder @ethxndolan FUCK OK

ok so i feel like it would honestly be so passionate. like he’d just look at you so lovingly. ”u know babe, i didn’t think that i’d ever wanna do this in my Bronco because you know i like treating you right. but fuck it, you’re beautiful and i want you so bad.” he’d say. he’d then grab you from your seat making sure u didn’t hurt yourself anywhere and then he’d place you on his lap. then realizing that you both can’t fit in the front he says “ok fuck. let’s go to the back theres more room for me to go down on you.” he takes you and never loses eye contact. u sit and just watch him take off his shirt outside while the sun is making his toned frame glisten. “gray. fucking come in here already dammit. u know i can’t wait” you’d say.”alrighhht. alright babe chill. i know u want all this.” he says as he brushes his hands down himself looking all goofy “shut up gray. and hurry tf up.” you say laughing. he finally hops in and just sits there for a moment. “what” “you’re so fucking gorgeous. your hair is so perfect. but i’m abouta mess it all up baby.” he tilts your chin up to kiss you. at first he’s smooth and gently bites your lip. and little by little he increases his pace. lust, hunger, craving, want. you could taste it all in his mouth. “fuck. ok enough of that.” he grabs you and places you on his thigh. gently, he takes off your shirt. “exactly what i want” he then unfastens your bra. “i swear u never cease to amaze me.” he proceeds to kiss you from your neck to the edge of your jeans. as soon as he got too low u picked his head up.”take em off.” “you sure.” “more than ever”. he unbuttons your jeans, helping you take them off. your underwear said “all yours” and u wore it for him as planned. he looked at you up and down.”all mine huh? well i guess im gonna have to take em off too if i wanna keep them.” “nuh uh gray. yours first.” he gave u a little smirk, acknowledging the fact that u were topless and he couldn't help it. “i think im gonna need some help babe.” u reached down to help him slide his boxers off. he was definitely bigger than you expected. “fuck. grays-” “what? are u not impressed or something? i mean i coul-” u could see the anxiousness and shyness in his eyes shift. so u cut him off “no no no grayson. i just didn't expect you to be that big.” he instantly had the biggest smile on his face. that’s the one you always loved, the reason you fell in love with him in the first place. “ok enough fucking talking.” he carried u a little to the back of his Bronco. “tell me if it hurts ok? i dont wanna hurt you baby” “grayson shut up. can you just fucki-” u were cut off by the feeling of his dick inside of you. at first it hurt so u winced a little and gray pulled back a bit “no...no gray keep going.” so he did as you said. he slid into you slowly at first. you were able to feel every inch, every vein, every muscle. you didn't think it’d feel this good. but after all it was grayson. how could it not? faster than you expected, he began to pound into you so hard you could see sweat forming on the side of his face. “baby....fuck....ur so good...y/n” you could feel an intensifying urge. u were both about to reach your climax. “gray....dont slow down.... keep going....” “y/n im close.... shit... i can’t anymore......” as soon as grayson finished his last word, you both came. he laid beside you, breathing heavily. you looked over at him. sweating. panting. gorgeous. how were u so lucky? “baby... lets do that again” “yeah. lets” he smiled at you and pulled you into him. grayson bailey fucking dolan. he was all yours for the taking.

[superteenwolftrash]

Obsessed/Grayson Dolan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:    Can you do a grayson dolan one shot where the reader is a big youtuber and grayson is a crazed fan who is obsessed with her and can you add some smut to it and make it kinky pleaseeee

Ya’ll ya girl has been watching too much criminal minds.  

Getting started in social media was the best thing to ever happen to me. With a fan base of over 8 million and growing things were going great. Going on tour with a bunch of other fellow YouTubers was amazing. Meet and Greets were my favorite, it was great seeing the people who support me. I was good a remembering faces but terrible with names. I looked over the line of people in line to meet me when I came across a face that I had seen many times before. I kept trying to place him, finally it was his turn. "I've seen you before!" I say with a smile, he blushes and nods as I give him a hug. "I'm Grayson." He says a bit nervous, I was use to that. "Grayson?" I paused, finally it hit me. "Oh I've met you before haven't I?" I say and he nods once again. "It's great seeing you again." I smile, "Can we uh get a picture?" He asked, and I nod and he shows me the pose he wants to do. "Alright pucker up!" I laugh, I turn towards him and I lean in, placing my thumbs between our lips. I'll be honest I wouldn't mind kissing him without something between us, he was hot. After the flash of the photo fades I pull away but Grayson keeps his hands on my hips tightly. "Come on we gotta keep the line moving!" Security said, "I'm sure I'll see you again!" I told him with a smile, "You definitely will." He stated before walking away, it should've been a red flag but I've always had weird fan encounters. After the meet and greet was over I went back to my hotel room only to realize my phone was no longer in my pocket. "God damnit." I groaned, as a social media influencer my phone was a necessity. I decided to go over to my managers hotel room to see if she may have taken it. As I'm walking down the hall I see Grayson, a grin on his face. "Hey! I was looking for you." He says, causing me to raise a brow. "Actually I was looking for your manager, I found your phone and I hope you don't mind but I skimmed through it to see who it belonged to and I saw where you were staying." He explained, something was a little odd but once again I brushed it off. "Well I appreciate you bringing it to me. You're a live savor." I told him and he handed me his phone, "I owe you one." I said, "Could I come in?" He asked me. "Come in?" I repeated, "Yeah we can hang out." He suggested. "Oh uh yeah sure we could do that." I said and we both went into my hotel room. We were having a good time chatting and laughing for some reason I felt comfortable with him. We had so much in common it was scary, one thing led to another and we started kissing. Grayson picked me up and placed me down onto the bed, "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." He groaned, attacking my neck with his lips. My eyes flutter shut as a moan escaped my lips, he pulled my clothes off and he sat up as his eyes raked over my body. I could see the obvious boner in his jeans, "stay just like that." He said, climbing off of the bed and going over to the curtains and pulling the ties off. "What are those for?" I asked and he smirked, he took my wrist and tied it to the bed post. "Is that okay?" He asked and I nodded before he did the same to the other wrist. He pulled his shirt over his head, the way he looked made my knees weak. He pushed my thighs apart and wasted no time before diving in with his tongue. "You're already so wet." He said amused, his tongue sucked at my throbbing clit. My muscles immediately tightening up, I squeezed my eyes shut and tugged at the ties. "Grayson!" I moaned, he pulled away. "Call me Daddy." He said and I swallowed, I'd called him anything he wanted to get him to continue. "Fuck Okay!" I groaned, "Daddy Please!" I said and he smirked before going back in, he thrusted two fingers into my pussy as he nipped at my clit. A cry of pleasure fell from my lips as my pussy clenched around his fingers, I was gonna cum. "What the hell?" I said breathlessly and he pulled away. "You didn't think you were gonna cum without my cock inside that tight pussy did you?" He asked with a cocky grin. "God hearing you moan like that..." he said, "Just got me off." He smirked, tugging his jeans down which revealed a wet spot on the front of his boxers. "Gray-" I started but he cleared his throat, "Daddy." I corrected myself, "Please do something." I pleaded, "Don't worry. I'm going to do plenty." He promised. He tugged his boxers down and my mouth watered at the sight of him, his fully erect cock was ready to go. "Bed side drawer." I said, "What?" He asked confused. "Condoms?" I told him and he opened the drawer and pulled out the box, "Did you plan on using these with someone else?" He asked, I saw his jaw was clenched. "What no." I said and he ripped the box open and put one on. He climbed on top of me and grabbed my thigh and hooked it on his hip, he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock before he finally thrusted in. A groan left his lips as a moan left mine, "Fuck I love you." He mumbled but I wasn't sure if I heard him right to I didn't say anything. He thrusted in as if he had something to prove but I wasn't complaining, I tugged and tugged at the ties because I just wanted to grab onto something but they were too tight. I was already close from when he was eating me out so it didn't take long for my orgasm to build up again. "You're mine." He whispered in my ear, I moaned in response. "Say it!" He demanded, "I'm yours!" I gasped. "Grayson!" I cried out as I came. My chest heaving up and down as my legs shook, he didn't slow down if anything I think he picked up speed. Not long after I felt him cum, he gave a few more thrusts before pulling away. "God I love you so much." He said as he threw the condom away, "Sad really." He said as he untied my hands, he kissed each wrist. "Those could've been our kids." He told me and my eyes widened, "What?" I said with a laugh, he had to be joking. I grabbed the silk robe that was provided by the hotel and I slipped it on, "Yeah you know you said you wanted kids one day." He said to me, as he got dressed. "Well you tweeted it on February 7th." He reminded me, now this was getting weird. I didn't know what to say, I grabbed my phone and I was about to put the password in when I realized something. "How'd you get into my phone?" I asked him, "Huh?" He said. "I have a password on it. How'd you see where I was staying?" I asked and he looked around as if he was trying to stall to find an answer. "You didn't follow me did you?" I asked, "You didn't notice me. You treated me like everyone else in that line. I knew you had to do that so nobody knew." He said, taking a step towards me. "Knew what?" I asked totally confused, "That we're in love, silly." He said with a laugh, "In love? Grayson I barely know you." I told him, "You knew me enough to fuck me." He said, I could tell he was getting angry. "I think you should go." I told him, "Why? You don't wanna go a round two? You enjoyed the first one so much." He told me, before showing me the screen of his phone. It'd been voice recording for the past two hours, "So we never forget our first time." He told me, "That wasn't my first time!" I said a bit loud, his face fell before it became hard again. "Yes it was!" He stated, "Get out!" I shouted. "Now!" I said, "Y/N baby I'm sorry please come on you know I didn't mean any of it." He tried to reason, he grabbed my arm. I quickly pulled away, "Get the hell out!" I told him, he punched the wall. "Fine but I'll be back!" He told me before slamming the door shut. What the hell did I get myself into?

[impaladolan]

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N has different plans...

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

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

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

They're married, for goodness sake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thankfully, he doesn't...

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

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

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

Little does he know...

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

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

Their shared room, to be precise.

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

Y/N.

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

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

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

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

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

And she was extremely close.

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

So close..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cum, princess."

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

"I'm sorry, Grayson."

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

[voiidbarnes]

the nudes - g.d.

WORD COUNT: 461

It’s exactly 3:40AM when my phone starts to blow up. 

The excessive “ding-ing” makes me groan as I try to reach for the phone on my nightstand.  

My boyfriend, Grayson, was in Australia with his brother and I had a horrible week, trying to fall asleep without him by my side.  Guess all my hard work paid off for nothing tonight.

5,671 notifications from my Twitter.  Wow that’s new, I’m not usually getting five fucking thousand tags in the middle of the night.  

I use my finger-print to open the phone as click on Twitter.

“#GRAYSONDOLANISOVERPARTY” shows up to be my number one on trending, with “#Y/N” as number two.  What the hell did he do now?

I click on the first result and there are fans tweeting things like “OH MY GOD,” and “hoLY SHIT THIS IS WHAT I WOKE UP TO?!,” but there isn’t anything that tells me what happened exactly.  

I keep scrolling and my eyes widen when a picture finally shows up.

It’s Grayson, on a bed.  He’s holding a phone towards the mirror and he’s naked.  Completely naked.  It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but it’s shocking.  Who leaked his fucking nudes?  I’ve never seen these either.

The fan account that posted it recently posted another picture.  I click on it and it’s another nude, but this time it’s a different pose.

It’s him with another girl.

It’s him with my best friend.

They’re both naked, embracing each other in our bed.  The bed that I’m sitting in right now.  How old is this?  When was this taken?  How could Emily do this to me?  How could Gray do this to me?  How long has he been cheating on me?  How could I have not noticed?  Am I this stupid?  

Millions of questions run through my brain, and I collapse from my sitting position- salty tears falling down my face.  

We’ve had so many conversations about our relationship.  We were a secluded couple, but not totally private.  People knew about me and asked about me, but Grayson never said anything about me.  

Was he ashamed?  Of me?  Was I not good enough for him?  Of course I’m not, I’m nothing compared to the famous, millionaire You-Tuber that he is.  

He always told me that he would never break his heart.  He always told me that I was the one for him, that we would get married and live in those cute houses in the suburbs with a front lawn and a tree-swing.  He always told me that we would have the perfect family with a boy that looked like him and a girl that was a miniature-me.  That I’m the love of his life.  That we’re soul-mates.

Guess all of those were lies.

[raeswritings]

The Boy Next Door Pt. 6- Grayson Dolan

A @dolansanonymous & @raeswritings production

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

Its been a couple months since your parents have met Grayson. A couple of months of flirting and shit load of talking from both sides. None of you had made a move. Yeah, there was the not so sneaky kisses you shared while you hanged out with Ethan and the little makeouts you guys have had late at night when Grayson would stay the night. That was until Grayson asked you on your first official date.

It was just a normal night for you and Grayson. Both snuggled up on the sofa late at night watching tanked. "So how would going to the aquarium tomorrow sound to you?" Grayson asked. His eyes glued to the tv.

"Like a date?" You asked turning to him, you voice low as a whisper. You hoped this wasn't another daydream. You seemed to be having them lately.

"Yeah. Like a date. What do you say?" He asked looking down, his cheeks and ears turning a light shade of red.

"You had me at aquarium." You smiled brightly at him.

”Come on Gray! I wanna see the jellyfish!" You exclaimed excitedly. Your facial expression almost child like. You and Grayson just arrived at the local aquarium. Grayson had picked the aquarium as your first date because over the past months that you've been talking he found out your love for marine life and thought that this would be the prefect place.

Dragging Grayson over to a tank filled with jellyfish, you stared at them in amazement. "Aren't they beautiful, Gray?" You asked him looking at the colorful jellyfish in awe.

"Not as beautiful as you." Grayson cheekily said.

You snort playfully pushing his shoulder. "You cheesy dork."

"Only for you."

"Stop you're so corny." You laugh going to a different tank to look at the coral reef habitat.

"I now see why you love sea life now. They are truly beautiful animals." Grayson spoke whilst looking at the bright colorful coral reef buzzing with life.

"Yeah. Did you know that fish have been on earth for more than 450 million years?" You asked Grayson.

"No I didn't. That's a long time." He replied intrigued.

"Yeah! They were well established long before dinosaurs roamed the earth." You tell him not taking your eyes off the fish.

"Wow." Grayson breathes out at the information. You lead him to another tank filled with tropical fish.

"What about these fish? Can you tell me some facts about them?" Grayson asked you. "In fact, many tropical fish sold in the united states are harvested from the wild in Africa, Asia , and south America." You tell him, your eyes sparkle as you speak. You loved telling fact about fish that many people didn't know about. You liked to see their faces at the facts you had given them.

"Wow. My girlfriend's a nerd." Grayson laughed to himself shaking his head slightly.

"Girlfriend?" You asked. Grayson looked light a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes wide with his mouth slightly ajar.

”L-Lets go feed the sting rays." He said walking to the said animal. You decided to leave it alone since you didn't want the carefree vibe to go away and ruin the date.

"Gray, please tell me your aren't afraid of the harmless sting ray." You tease him. Grayson has denied feeding the string rays claiming that 'they didn't like him'.

"Alright, alright. I'm afraid of them. I mean they could bite my fingers off or sting my hand!" He whisper shouted.

"They won't sting you, Grayson. They are babies and haven't developed the sting effect on their tails yet." You laugh out. "Here, I'll guide your hand if that makes you feel better." You grab his hand and guide it to the top of a sting ray. The slimy, wet skin of the sting ray causes Grayson to jump and retract his hand.

"Hey, its ok. It wont hurt you." You softly say, grabbing his hand and putting it back on the sting ray. "See, not so bad after all." You say as a big smile comes across Grayson's face as his fear goes away.

"I had fun today. Thanks." You tell Grayson as you both stand on the porch of your house.

"Me too, thanks for saying yes. I didn't really think you would want to go." Grayson admitted, looking down with his hand rubbing his neck.

"Why wouldn't I say yes?" You asked him, stepping closer.

"I don't know.." He trailed off.

"Grayson if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have gone on a date with you." You tell him finally admitting how you feel about him.

"You like me?" Grayson asked as his head snapped up looking at you. He couldn't mask the excitement in his voice.

"I thought it was obvious. I mean I don't just go on dates with guys I don't like." You tell him rolling your eyes at his star struck face expression.

Grayson didn't say anything, his actions spoke for him. He cupped your face with his hands and attached his lips to yours. You immediately kiss back with equal force. The air around you both seemed to shift into a more intimate atmosphere. Grayson backs you to the door his lips going from your lips to your ear. "Jump." He demands, his voice sending chilling through your body. You do as you were told as Grayson places a hand under your ass as the other one works on opening the door.

As Grayson enters the house with you in his arms, he kicks the door close and walks into your room gently laying you down on the bed. He leans back reaching a hand behind his head, grabbing his shirt and slips it off with ease.

Soon after both of your clothes are thrown to the side, Grayson slowly slides into you. Both of you moan at the contact. Grayson placing ghost like kisses on your neck and chest. HIs thrusts slow but powerful and deep. The way Grayson was moving inside you and the way he left such tender and loving kisses along your body felt like you were on cloud nine. It didn't feel like you were fucking. No, it felt like two souls finally becoming one.

Grayson looked down to where your bodies both met, groaning at the slight of him sliding in and out of you. Grayson felt him become closer to his climax. Not wanting to leave you in the dark, he lifted your leg onto his shoulder. Thrusting his hips from a different angle, he hit that one spot that made you even more breathless if that was even possible as your moans and breathing became louder.

One of his hands went down your bodies, rubbing on your clit fiercely as his thrusts became more rougher. It wasn't long until you both reach your highs, riding them out with both of your names falling out of each others months in pure pleasure.

[grantszn]

y/n: hey uh grayson i just wanted to tell you you’re kinda cute and i was wondering if we could go on a date sometime?

grayson: y/n we’ve been married for 2 years, you’re literally 5 months pregnant with my child

y/n:

grayson:

y/n: ....so it that a yes

[autsturni]

IMPORTANT!!!

GUYS!!! IM GONNA START WRITING ON HERE!!!! REPLY WITH SOME CONCEPTS???

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [9/-]

summary: after a wild night, and an amazing slumber, you agree to have a “normal” day with him.. in which you found out his name.. finally..

warnings: smut, kinda fluff-ish, & swearing

a/n: sorry that it takes me literally years to come out with new capture parts. i’ve just been very unmotivated and i just haven’t been able to put my thoughts into words lately. BUT this is finally part nine and i hope you enjoy ! <3

You braced your body for a hard fucking.

Even in the hazed state of drunkenness, where you could hardly make out the few feet in front of you, your body ached and shivered for his touch. Just feeling the warmth of his tall stature standing behind you created some sort of barrier of relief, like you could feel safe within his arms.

Which should be far from the truth...

You heard the echoing sound of his pants falling to the ground with a thud, while his shirt flew over your head and landed on the floor in front of you. Still, even in the weakness of want and need, you contemplated an escape. You knew you'd never succeed, but it was a thought trapped in the back of your mind at all times.

It felt like it had been forever since he last touched you, when in reality, mere seconds.

You almost cried out for him, but you soon felt the coolness of his hand travel down your spine, eliciting a soft whimper to cascade from your lips. His finger pulled the brim of his shirt up your body, just enough to fully examine your backside like it was a precious artifact. You arched your back to his touch, sighing as both of his hands slid up your sides.

Not a word slipped from his mouth as he slipped his hands beneath your thighs, aligning his hard cock with your drenched pussy, roughly pulling you closer to him.

“What made you think you could get into Daddy’s alcohol?” He questions as he finally sinks in, filling your center’s walls until he no longer could. You held your breath as he stretched your pussy achingly slow, a groan escaping his mouth as his girth becomes surrounded with your warmth.

“And snoop around my office like a fucking bad girl?” Just a slow as before, he retracts his hips from yours, watching as your breathing becomes erratic. “D-Daddy!” You scream when he roughly thrusts into you without warning, beginning a quick pace that made you squeal.

He drew his hand back and laid a harsh slap against your ass, guiding his other hand to your shoulder to hold onto for stability. His own breathing became ragged as his cock reached depths into your pussy, unlike any other guy ever had. His reddened tip brushed just delicately over that body-numbing spot that made you squirm and want to shriek with pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” He murmured breathlessly to himself, which only furthered him to want you more. He travels his free hand back down to your slick folds, adding quick circles with his thumb to the hood of your clit. Your mind was too slow to comprehend the amount of ecstasy the man behind you was bringing, but you knew you had to be close to combusting around his sunken cock— and you could hardly wait.

He was close too, his movements became ragged and he too was in a state of euphoria where he couldn’t decipher what’s wrong from right.

“I-I’m so fucking close, Daddyy.” You drug out, hiccuping when he brushes over that spot over and over, like he knew that that’s where it made you shiver and yelp for him. You didn’t wait for a response. Instead, you came all over him— falling apart in his grasp.

And he did the same.

He breathed a soft moan as he came undone, shooting his hot spurts of cum up into you, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Soon enough, he pulled away from you. The warmth of him and his body leaving you sprawled out upon his desk like it had never happened.

You turned over to lay on your back, exhaustion tightening upon your heaving body. If allowed so, you would've fell asleep right on his desk. Possibly even lay down on the floor, for your room seemed like miles away and your legs weren't stable enough to balance on anyway. Your eyes were already shut and your mind became clear, unbothered by anything surrounding you.

Even he had escaped your mind, all until you felt your shirt unravel down your body, shielding the bareness of your skin. He cleaned up the mess that the two of you had made, and tucked a piece of lose hair behind your ear.You didn't care to open your eyes, but your heart seemed to beat a little quicker as he picked you up. His touch was delicate, like you were a priceless piece of art. And he even walked gracefully, slow and simple steps until the warmth of another room struck your frozen face.

His embrace was so comfortable, soothing even, and you couldn't help the heaviness of your eyelids. You were halfway asleep before he laid you down on his bed and lifted the silky smooth covers over your body.

"Goodnight, G." You weren't sure how, but you were capable enough whisper that little phrase. His heart fluttered, a smiling drawing his lips and he just had to bend down and leave a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Sweet dreams." His once harsh voice was softer than he had ever used it, something familiar that you seemed to have known a long time ago..

Your dreams swept over your fulfilled mind, and a deep sleep fell over you.

-

Your eyes fluttered open and a golden splash of sun had seeped ever so quietly through the window of the room in which you were peacefully sleeping in. You were sunken into the pillowy surface of a gigantic bed, the fluffy duvet covering you entirely and some more. In the imaginary book titled "Top Five Sleeps I've Ever Had," you'd have to say that waking up like this had to at least be pulling in the top three. It was so warm and comfy, and the likelihood of you ever moving from such a position, was very rare.

Now, the man, snoring like an angel would, beside you, shouldn't feel oh-so normal. In fact, anyone with morals and common sense would be outraged and have thrown a fit. After all, he's a stranger— who's gone as far as to kidnap you and hold you captive for however long it's been. But, if we're being honest, you've lost all sense and mindfulness by now. You're flatly surviving with your emotions at this point.

He is pretty attractive though...

Your eyes had nothing else to do except roam his exposed backside, the sunlight sculpting all the creases of his uniformly patterned muscles. And his soft hair, placed angelically upon the pillow where the rest of his head laid. If only it were under different circumstances, would you then and only then consider his affection and presumably put it into a relationship.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" His hoarse voice rose just a little above a whisper, a temporary chuckle flooding from his lips as well. "I'm admiring, not staring. There's a difference." Although you followed with an eye roll, your lips were twisted into a giddy grin and the roundest part of your cheeks became a rosy pink.

"Still quick-witted, huh?" He began as he rolled his body over to face you. His lips were a swollen red, just enough to leave a small peck upon— only if you could. His hazels were glistening after a long yawn emptied from his mouth, which unfortunately you're extremely contagious to. You open your mouth to replicate what he had just done, but your yawn is stopped short when his soothing words seeped from his lips.

"I wish it were back to normal, like the old days. With me, waking up right next to you." He began as a cheesy smile curved his lips. "Talking, laughing, deep conversations, debating, arguing— everything that we used to do, I want it back. I want you to remember who I am, to remember us."

"Then show me." You subtly demanded. His eyes flickered wider as his cheeks turned into a pinkish-red. Within an instant, he threw the covers off of the two of you and quickly scrambled out of the comfortable bed.

"C'mon." He held out his hand for your own, and with a nice smile you took it. He pulled you up from the bed and onto the chilling floor with ease, soliciting a short giggle as you stabilized your aching body upon your feet.

No matter how peculiar this situation is, you wanted to at least try to have one normal encounter with him.

You kept your hands intertwined as he led you from the room and down the hall towards the kitchen. He only let go when he was in reach of the coffee machine that he as nicely set atop the counter of his large kitchen. “Coffee, M’lady?” He curved one of his brows as he turned on the high tech machine as you happily nodded.

You haven’t had a warm cup of coffee in a long time, it seems...

-

Your stomach began to hurt from all the endless laughing you've been submerged in, reminiscing on your own childhood stories as well as his college adventures for the past couple hours. The two of you left the kitchen and your empty mugs awhile ago, and now you both were comfortably settled upon the expensively clothed couches that were strategically placed in the large living area.

Your mind is at such an ease, talking to a man you’ve somewhat grown to know in this morning.

The way he talked and expressed himself reminded you of someone you used to know, a long time ago. And it made your head fuzzy and clueless, irritated that you couldn't exactly pinpoint who he really was. Once the laughter had subsided, and the never-leaving question once again clouded your mind— you just had to ask.

"Who— Who are you?" Your voice was so curious, so innocent and in need of an answer from the man you've been so desperate to know for ages.

He didn't reply straight away. Instead, he focused his glistened orbs on the likes of yours, reaching depths it never had before. He intakes a large, deep breath, blowing his exhale out through his nose as his chest fell in a relaxed sigh.

"Grayson," He solemnly began, standing from his former seat and taking a few steps towards you, "Dolan." He crouched down before you as his lips sealed, his shaking hands falling onto your shoulders and gracefully sliding up your neck, resting upon the warmth of your cheeks.

You mind tumbled as your tongue wouldn't lather a word to permit from your mouth. You froze, unable to move or even think clearly as realization courses through you.

"It can't be.." You were eventually able to stutter, bringing your hands up to lay flat on his own. A single tear fell from you eye, and Grayson shuttered..

-

He's dead.

And so am I.

to be continued...

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [8/-]

summary: y/n is quick to plot revenge.. but does she get away with it..?

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and smut :)

a/n: i seriously love you

Anonymous said:

Ooohoohohoh I’m excited for her to steal his Rolex haha omg maybe she wears it and doesn’t give him it back when he asks for it OMG u know what would be cute!! if one day she goes snooping in his bedroom and tries on his chain necklace n rings and he walks out the shower n he’s like ummmm ok ily

Anonymous said:

i want y/n to ride gray’s thigh in his office, like he’s just got in still fully in his suite w his gun on his belt and she just walks in and strips 👀👀

Anonymous said:

I have an idea hehe!! WhYi f y/n gets drunk like she f inds alcohol in graysons office or kitchen or something and shes being really bratty but it’s so cute and she’s giving him nose kissies and hugging up and telling him stuff and he’s just listening and loving her

Relaxation.

That's how you'd explain the certain state of euphoria I'm embezzled within. Young love is a treacherous trap that can either end in favor, or be torn to shreds in only mere moments. To feel so passionate and fervently invested in someone you've only ever known and loved is such a thrill, and you could never forget those memories embedded in your mind.

Like right now, laying in bed while the sun's first shine leaks through the window and gleams down upon the two of us, nuzzled under the covers. His leg was wrapped over mine and his arms hung loosely around my hips, sheltering me from ever possibly leaving his grasp. I was the first to wake, but I dared not to move an inch.

The world around me was motionless, so peaceful and calm. Nothing could bother or disrupt the atmosphere around me. Everything felt so perfect, embraced by the one I love and the man I admire. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever unsettle me in this moment.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself...

A darkness warped over my newly sunken eyes, shielding the world around me. I called out his name, but nothing came out. The warmth I once felt upon my body, vanished into the air and seemed like it'd never return. The world became cold and useless, all the positivity and tranquility that once surrounded me was blown away and now, I sit in darkness;

All by myself.

Him.

-

It seemed too early in the morning to be awake at such an hour, but you had crashed shortly after making it back to your room last night. You were so mortified and embarrassed, for all those men to see you so vulnerable and being punished. Though, the crazy inside you kind of liked it, but still, it pushed boundaries.

Initially, you had wanted to sleep in all day, and hopefully never leave your room ever again. Although, today's forecast decided otherwise. A ground shaking rumble of thunder made you awaken and the shoestring lighting bolts strung across the darkened sky had drawn you in. Since you essentially have no concept of time, whatsoever, you had to believe it was early in the morning, unless you really had slept in all day...

It's been presumably an hour or so since you first fluttered your eyes open. By now, you had plotted a sickening revenge to his outrageous acts he had committed only a day ago. Of course, you had created horribly ill plans that even you could never pull off. Such as vandalizing his expensive vehicles or even trashing the entire house. You had even gone as far as to planning an "accidental" fire in the kitchen.

But something inside you had put a halt to those thoughts.

Other than not wanting to be known as a malicious arsonist, you had some sort of pull towards him— but what that pull was, you couldn't figure out. The phrase; " Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me," has been left in your mind ever since the words first left his mouth. You couldn't possibly help but wonder what that even meant. You felt like you've known him from a past life somehow, and that could potentially explain the affection you have towards him. All of that aside, you have to remember that he isn't who your brain morphs him in to be. He's a felon who's abducted you and has pulled you away from society and everything you've ever been a part of.

For some reason, that's hard for you to mentally consider.

Aside from criminalizing yourself too by creating a fire or becoming a vandalizer, the best option is to state your assertiveness and trespass the "laws" that he has forbidden you ro break. Unlike yesterday's escapades of you ruining the dining room table, today you were up for higher anticipated endeavours. You had it all planned out and you knew what you'd do in order to complete your vengeances.

And he's not going to be very happy...

The atmosphere above and around you still rumbles with the loud, crackling thunder and the strikes of lightning flooding certain increments of light through the surrounding windows pave your path to the daunting door. You were still dressed in the white shirt that could barely pass as acceptable in the public eye, and your feet were frozen at the first touch of the wooden floor. You kept on like you have done in the previous times you have left your room for mischievous reasons. You silently open the door, leaving it wide open as you crept out of your assigned room and into the hallway. You knew that the very first place you would go would be the kitchen. No, you aren't creating a fire or any of the sort, but you were going to raid the fridge and have your fill with what it has to offer.

You walk straight past the opening and right into the glorious establishment of cookware, like it was your very own home and you were just up for a midnight snack. In all honesty, you could get used to living here.

If only it weren't forced onto you, that is.

Your fingertips soon collide with the long, frigid handle of the refrigerator door and pull it wide open, marveling at the large display of different beverages and foods strategically set up. Of course, it was mainly veggies and several healthy-looking meal options. Which didn't surprise you whatsoever.

He has a nice physique for a reason...

You couldn't find anything that made your stomach growl with hunger, until you opened up the freezer drawer and spotted a nice looking ice cream container. Still, it looked healthy and it'd make you all the more frozen, but it would manage to subside your aching sweet tooth for now. You pop open the lid and fish around the drawers for a utensil. With a content sigh, you plunge a huge spoonful of the solid liquid and empty it into your mouth, savoring every last flavor like it would be the last time you'd ever eat the sugary treat again. It was delicious, the absolute best ice cream you've ever devoured in the entirety of your life.

You almost ate half the jar until you decided you were parched and needed a nice drink to soothe your throat. Luckily this time you were familiar with where the glasses were kept and already had your hand wrapped around a large wine glass that was a little bit higher up than the rest of the glassware. You set it down quietly, trailing your eyes upon the clean and prim counter.

A tall, fancy upscale bottle of what looked to be whiskey was settled in the corner, nicely organized with the other alcoholic beverages that were of the same importance.

Now, you weren't exactly a "drink-whiskey-out-of-a-wine-glass" type of gal, but as they say; desperate times call for desperate measures— and you were on the search of something to loosen you up a bit, and that was that.

You brought the glass over to where you had stationed your cup, not even flinching when you uncork the liquor and pour its contents out. With improper proportioning of the said liquid, you put the whiskey back how it was.

"Fuck, here we go." You inaudibly groan to yourself, just knowing that you'll regret every decision you've made in the near future. Raising up the plum-full glass, you tip it back into your mouth and down a whole gulp.

Nasty.

It's definitely an acquired taste, but the barely detectable taste of vanilla made it hardly feasible. You dared to not put the glass down until you were finished with it and had that sour taste submitted through your fiery throat.

The least you could say was that it's pretty smooth, but not something you'd drink in your free time.

In your head, you knew you'd feel a bit wonky, considering your nearly empty stomach and your abstinence from alcohol for the last month or so. It'd be easy to feel the side effects and overall feel much better, like you were aiming for.

Once you drained the glass of every last drop, you held your breath and rushed to the sink. The overwhelming want to just regurgitate what you ingested had drawn upon you, but you refrained from doing so. Waiting out the sickly feeling, you run a bit of cold water over your hand and press it against your forehead for a moment. Everything became hot, even with the freezing temperatures, you felt like breaking a sweat.

All just the side effects of alcohol, I'm sure.

Within the passing minutes, the faintness flew away and the sounds of the thunderstorm filled your ears. A large banging of the clouds above frightened you and you knocked over the glass you had just rested your lips on.

You didn't even feel bad about all the shattered pieces on the floor, it actually brought a smile to your face and you were ready to begin the fully planned extravaganza.

First stop; his room.

You skipped back the hallway, still quiet but not as careful as before. You weren't afraid of any consequences and whatever he was going to do to you wouldn't be too harsh. It's not like he's embarrassed you enough already anyway.

You easily find his door, pushing the handle down as slow as possible, just in case he was asleep in his room. His door didn't creak as you opened it, and nor did his floorboards as you walked straight into his marvelous bedroom. It was extravagant, but yet it still felt homely. You check the bed, no sign of him or anyone for the matter. He probably at a meeting, or something.

Not that you care..

You continue your stroll, glancing around his room for anything that could spark your immediate attention, considerably his desk. It held a lot of his more—fashionably inclined belongings. Such as his masculine jewelry and expensive watches. There was even a small, purple ring that reminded you of something you had worn a long time ago. You brush that off, it brings up sore wounds from a time where you were a lot happier and everything was simpler.

I wish I could say that now..

You began to pick up the neatly placed objects, slipping a couple of heavy necklaces around your neck and the large rings upon your fingers. You laugh at the size difference of your hand and how they barely stay on your fingers.

The stationary mirror attached to the desk caught your eyes, and you begin to make funny faces at it. Which sends you into a hushed giggle fest that makes you double over in your seat. Still caught up in your laughter, you take off all of the rings, just leaving a couple on the desk and tossing a few over to his bed. You do the same with the necklaces, except for the two that you threw into one of the drawers.

That’s when your eyes caught the nice watches, stuffed in clear pouches with the brand labeled across them. Rolex is the first you saw, and the first one you picked up. You weren’t thinking clearly. Hence the reason you tore it out of it’s protective packaging and brought it up above your head, throwing it down to the ground and watching the tiny glass fragments splatter everywhere.

It’s not like he can’t buy a new one, right?

Feeling content and a little less frustrated, you left the messy scene and followed your footsteps back into the hallway. He didn't seem to hear you, so the determination to find out his name came across your mind and you became dead set on finding it, so you basically sprinted into his ominous office and delved into his comfy chair without care.

Your motor skills were altered and it seemed to take for ever to lift yourself out of the chair and tap on the computer keyboard for it to wake up. While it began its process of turning on, you led your hand down to the drawers and pulled at them. And that’s when you found the very first locked up thing in this house.

“Care to tell me what you’re doing in here darling?” His alluring voice blasted through your ears and made you leap upward. “It’s not been a day and you’re already back to being a brat?” You couldn’t see what he looked like, but his silhouette looked suited and enticing.

Very enticing, actually...

“M’trying to find out your name, Daddy.” You spoke before you could think, crossing your arms over your chest while your lips form a pout. His body leaves from the doorway, and you’re barely able to see him as he strides over towards you. Suddenly, a light flips on and you’re met with his beautiful frame, a smile daunting his face as he looks down at your innocence.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He moves closer, wrapping his hand under your chin while his other has his blazer hung on his finger and thrown towards his back. He looks cute in a smile, until it forms into a confused frown.

“Have you been drinking, Y/N?” Your eyes widen and you quickly nod. You knew you’d be in trouble with him anyway, so might as well be honest now. “I c-couldn’t sleep and I- I just wanted a sip of somethin’.” You shrug, looking downward as you give him an okayish explanation.

“You know what helps me sleep?” He lets your chin go, dropping his jacket and beginning to roll up his dress-shirt’s sleeves. You shake your head, chewing your bottom lip as you take in his appearance. “A nice cocksucking does.” Thunder crackles loudly outside as his husky voice deepens and makes a cool wind run down your spine.

“Then let me help you..” You wrap your arms around his neck, twisting him around and forcefully pushing him down in the chair you were once sitting in. You were about to fall to your knees to “help” him, but he pulls your hips towards him and sets you on his lap. You replace your hands around his neck, sinking your fingertips into his hair and massaging the silky softness of it. He sweetly sighs, readjusting the leg you were sat upon.

And that’s when you feel the sensation you’ve been craving for however long you’ve been here.. you think..

“M’hm, do that again..” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He actually obliges, his brows furrowed as he watches your face contort. “Like riding my thigh, huh?” He asks as he placed his large hands around your waist. You nod, moving your hips in the same direction. You eyes shut, your head falling back a little as you smoothly move against his muscled thigh.

It felt so good, everything felt so good actually. He somehow looked so much more attractive, the beard dotting his face and his hair styled nicely. Even what he was wearing had you wanting more.

You open your eyes for a moment, watching his pleased expression as he watches you needingly thrust yourself upon his warm, clothed thigh. He even steadily lifted his knee in the correct places, aiding in the pleasure that him alone could bring you. Your eyesight seemed foggy but visible enough to see the gun at his waist side, and you almost froze when you saw it. Even in your intoxicated state of mind, you knew that just the weapon could possibly help you escape and make it back to your own home.

You didn't think it through thoroughly..

You lean in, your lips next to his ear as you practically collapse upon him, though your movements to further yourself towards releasing didn't halt. You slipped your left hand down to his waist band, sensually gliding it over his tented groin. He shutters under your touch, clearing his throat as his heads falls back slightly. As quick as your body would let you, you grab for the handle of the gun and raise it up towards his forehead, stopping all your movements and gaining his attention.

"Y/N—" He starts, gliding his hands up your bare thighs.

"Don't fucking move, or I'll— I'll shoot you." You sounded clear as day in your head, but your words became slurred as they left your mouth, and he smirked at your innocence. Just as quickly as you pulled the gun, he took it away.

He grabbed the barrel and snatched it from your grip, placing it back into its holster at his side. You yelp as he grabs your wrists, twisting them around your back and slamming you into the table with an evil chuckle. "Better keep those hands pretty little hands to yourself, princess. You're too innocent to commit murder anyway." He continues his hoarse chuckles, licking a stripe up his hand before striking your slick pussy. "D-Ahh!" You hiccup, pressing your legs as close together as you can.

“Better fuckin’ pray that you can walk tomorrow, darling...”

to be continued...

[impaladolan]

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: showing up to work is a bit different, and Grayson Dolan is a totally different person than y/n had initially thought..

warnings: swearing & fluff :)

a/n: for the sweet anon 💕 sorry it took so long!

It was never a choice, always a demand.

He didn't ask you to dinner, he only told you the time you needed to be ready on the following Friday of your "hookup". He's a very captivating man, you thought, but it was tremendously difficult to do your job for the next four days.

He gave you absurd tasks to do everyday, like you were his secretary, and barely acknowledged your existence. It almost made you question whether you like Mr. Kidman better or not. He was particularly nice with all your other coworkers and employees, he just didn't bat an eyelash at you. Not that you were mad or anything, because when you run through the events that had happened in his office only days ago, it's extremely difficult not to feel ashamed.

Fucking your boss upon the very first day of meeting him is a little much, yeah?

Whatever it was that went through your head that day, you internally knew that it was a big mistake. Office romance never really works out, and Grayson Dolan seems like an asshole. Well, to you anyway. You weren't sure if that was his type of "love language" with women. Fucking the daylights out of them and then ignoring their presence. Who knows, he's a man with needs.

But as soon as it was Friday and you stepped foot onto your office floor, it was an entirely different ball game. There was no one around. All the desks were empty and all the laptops and towers were off. Even the lights weren't on and there wasn't a coffee brewing aroma spilling from the break room.

Did you really come in on a Saturday?

When you looked at the date, it surely said Friday on it, but it sure didn't look like it. Even with your doubts, you continue down the room, heading towards your desk that was near the end, where Mr. Dolans office was. You were frightened when you saw what could only be your boss sat in your office chair, his feet up on your desk and his back turned to you as his hand held a framed picture. "This your boyfriend?" His low morning voice asked as he analyzed the picture, pulling his feet off and turning in the chair. Every single time you lock eyes with him, your breath would get locked in your throat and your cheeks would burn a dark red. But even if your body reacted hotly to him, your mind really does have a twisted mind of its own.

At first, you were going to admit that the man in the picture was your beloved brother, but something deep inside you made you lie; “No, that’s my husband, Mr. Dolan.” You cockily raised an eyebrow, seating yourself on your desktop and crossing your legs. “M’hm, so you’re married to your brother? That’s a bit weird, huh?” His brows furrowed as he slowly set the picture back where you had had it in the first place. In reaction, you just blandly roll your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation. “That’s a terrible habit, you know.” He sighs as he gets up from your chair, towering you with his might and power. “What, biting my lip?” You met his harsh stare after doing a little browse of body, starting at the bottom with his shiny shoes of course. “Rolling your eyes, darling. It’ll get you into some trouble one of these days.” He explained in a deeper voice than his usual, unpocketing his hands and planting them on either sides of you as his face becomes level with your own. “Well unless you feel like doing something about it, I don’t see the reason to stop. I find it as a great alternative, honestly.” You sigh, looking down sheepishly at your nails, instead of his handsome face.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll figure something out to do about it. That’ll have to be solved later though, because we have a few plans for today.” He said as he stood back up properly and reached his hand out to you. You were going to decline it, but you were curious so you took it anyway, letting his strength pull you back up towards him. You settled your hand against his surprisingly soft chest, looking upward at him with a small smile. He smiled too, making your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush a little more. “What sort of plans, if I may ask?” You question as you watch him pull away and softly interlock your hand with his own.

“Well, instead of just a nice little dinner I figured we could hit up some of my favorite food shops around the city and talk about some things.” He explained as he began to walk, holding your hand close to his body as his other hand was stuffed into his pocket. Your mind processed his words as the two of you near the elevator, exchanging a few glances here and there. You’re the first to push the button this time, snickering as you did so until you both enter the tiny room. When you looked at all the buttons that had the floors labeled on it, your stomach began to rumble with butterflies. You both mutually looked at each other, and the moment the sliding metal doors were shut, you attacked.

Your hand untangled from his own and slipped up to his cheeks, his own hands resting on your hips that he had only been grabbing at days ago. You slammed your lips against his soft ones and shut your eyes tightly. Apparently he had the same awakening as you, because he had had the exact same thing in mind ever since you had pressed that button. The two of you had your lips attached to each other, combing your bodies and running your hands along the entirely of your beings. At one point, you gained enough strength to run your hand down his chest and onto the front of his nicely tight pants, essentially palming him through the layers. Though you firstly thought it’d be funny for him to have a hard-on while the two of you walked around the city, he put an end to your suggestive actions quickly. “Not right now.” He sharply demanded against your lips as you “innocently” giggled, breaking away from his grasp and fixing yourself back to normal before the elevator hit the ground floor.

Once the doors slid open, you led the way through the large lobby and out of the circular exit doors with a funny smirk. He eventually caught up to you down the sidewalk and reattached his hand to yours again, swinging them this time as you let a cheesy smile take over your face. “So where are we going first?” You asked, resetting the mood and focusing on him.

The two of you walked around the large city for six almost seven hours, talking and laughing, eating delicious food from all different shops and markets and just having a good old time in each other’s presences. You even showed him a few of your own regular places. You had noticed that his actaul personality was entirely different from his work one. He was truly a hilarious person, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt and had you crying like a baby. It was honestly an upgrade, considering you thought he was an asshole a couple hours ago. After you had visited almost every possible spot by walking, the two of your decided on stopping at one of your favorite low volume bars for a drink or two before the night ends, instead of parting ways. After ordering your choices, you popped the question you had been waiting to ask him the whole day; “Why were you being a serious asshole towards me all week? I mean, I don’t feel that way as of now, but I’m curious to know.” You asked with a bit of nervousness in your voice, fidgeting with your drink as your swish the melting ice around. He took a deep breath and sighed, tapping his finger on the tabletop.

“Not to upset you or anything, but I think someone might’ve saw us y’know.. fucking in my office.” He spoke up, taking a gulp of his beverage shortly after. “So instead of being all “lovey dovey” and shit, I decided that if I acted like a dick towards you, then whoever was spying wouldn’t report anything. It was mainly an act, I’ll let you know. I’m not an actual fucking asshole.” He scoffed as a look of terror contorted your face. “Someone fucking saw us?!” You whisper loudly, your eyes widening and the grip you had on the glass tightening.

“I think so, but I could possibly be wrong.” He shrugs, watching as you settle your fingertips upon your forehead, rubbing them back and forth with concern. “Grayson, do you know what that means? I could actually lose my fucking job!” With a frustrated sigh, you let your eyes become watery. You knew you wouldn’t cry, but your heart did sink into your chest and your mind began to scramble. “Y/N, I’ll take care of it. I have people that can help me fix this situation, and you won’t lose your job in the process. Trust me, I have everything under control.” He soothes you, rubbing his hand up and down your back nicely. You trusted his words, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit stressed. For some relief, you picked up your drink and directed the bottom of the cup to the ceiling, setting it down a bit roughly when you had finished it and took a deep breath. “Lets just forget about this for now, we can talk about it later.” You say before waving for the bartender, asking for a shot for the two of you.

In that moment, you hadn’t planned on getting wasted or even plastered. But by the time Grayson could get you to get out of that seat at the bar, you were a pretty good mix of both. Yes, you were seeing a foggy double of most things and the ground looked a lot farther down than it had before. You didn’t even realize the amount you drank, you just noticed that Grayson took a lot slower pace than you did.

Maybe the news that he had admitted had made you all the sudden want to waste the night away and forget what he had said; or you just wanted to relax because being with Grayson all day was exhausting. Not that he was a nuisance or anything, he was just extremely intimidating and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Whatever it was, you sure had drank all the worries away, and became the stupid drunk that everyone finds annoying. Yep, you could name about every attribute of a young college girl wasted at some kind of frat party and you’d be the exact match. Being very loud and obnoxious, spilling many truths that you probably shouldn’t of, being a little too handsy in public, and just pure honesty about everything. Luckily you hadn’t thrown up at all, or that would’ve made everything worse.

You hadn’t noticed until the morning after, but Grayson had been very nurturing about everything. You were a bit embarrassing, but he truly didn’t show a care. Instead of taking you straight home, he let you have your fun, knowing you probably needed some sort of a stress reliever after what he had just revealed to you. He knew when enough was enough for you and politely pulled you from the building before you could become uncontrollable. He helped you wobble up the sidewalk until a taxi was available, to which he hailed and as careful as he could, loaded you into it. It was a short ride to his place, you only remember that because the story you were telling him had continued all the way until you were both alone in his beautiful penthouse. You thought it was very clean for a man, but suggested that all stereotypes aren’t true.

Once he had taken his coat off and set his things on the countertop in his kitchen, he helped you remove your shoes and basically carried you to a nice little room. He took your jacket off for you and helped settle your tired self into bed. “Thank you, Grayson.” Was the last thing you remembered before all the lights went out.

“You’re welcome.”

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[impaladolan]

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: after being summoned to the new CEO’s head office, or rather dungeon, there’s an unexpected twist when y/n becomes, what some would say, mouthy with her relatively new boss..

warnings: smut & swearing, the usual :)

tag(s): @joyfuldolann tehe

a/n: i’ve never really done tags, but if you’d like to participate in them— (such as for future series or control-freak/capture parts) leave a comment on any of my posts or even dm me! (only if you want, don’t feel obligated to do so, it’s just for fun :)))) ily! <3 also, sorry if this is crappy.. i’m not the biggest fan of this part, but i really wanted to get something out for you all!

part one

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

His voice rang in your ears, like a symphony or an orchestra in a small room. So as you slowly walk down the hall, past the secretaries and into his large, barricaded office, you had internally convinced yourself that he's just a guy that's your boss. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

So you thought...

"Ms. Y/L/N." He addresses as soon as you shut the large door and turn around, though his eyes were glued to his large computer. "Sit." He demands, looking towards you for a moment and nodding to the chair sat in front of his huge desk. You hurry to answer his command, seating yourself in the cushiony furniture. You take a quick look around the room, the colors and décor a lot more darker and dungeon-y than Mr. Kidman had it. It almost made you sleepy, until his voice snapped;

"You should be a little less intrusive with your own thoughts, Ms. Y/L/N." He had fully turned, giving you his undivided attention with his brow arched and a signature smirk dotting his plump lips. You felt your cheeks go hot from just his voice, and his snippy, cockiness as well. "How're you to know exactly what I'm thinking, if I may ask Mr. Dolan?" You assertively question, crossing your legs as you furrow your brow with intent. You knew what games he was playing, and you'd play them right back if it meant putting him in his place, questionably.

"It's all about body language, darling. You seem to fidget a lot in my presence, which I notice that you don't do in anyone else's.” He begins, watching as you surely begin to run your hand along the ends of your skirt, something you normally do when you’re nervous. “You're a bit more sassy and less reserved when you're talking to me, and your cheeks seem to turn red when I directly speak to you, do they not?" He now had his large hands settled on the tabletop, fiddling his thumbs back and forth while he pursed his lips in question. He had completely caught you off guard and all the more stunned and almost embarrassed. "Sir.. I don't understand what you—"

"Or the way you dozed off that entire meeting. Tell me, Y/N, what were you daydreaming about, hm? Something work related I suppose?" He was quick to interrupt you, adding a fiery anger, much like Kidman's, to your attitude. "Listen, you cocky fucking asshole. I'm tired of your stupid pestering so if you could just get straight to the point instead of me having to sit here and endure your little go-arounds for another half hour, it'd be greatly appreciated." You violently whisper, standing from your seat with your arms crossed and your lips in a thin line.

You're a very tolerant person, but his continuous egging on was bound to make you burst anyway. But what made you even more extravagantly angered was his hoarse chuckle that began to rumble throughout the room. "Cocky fucking asshole, huh?" He continues his girthy laugh, standing from his seat and slowly strolling around to the front of his desk. You slightly gulp when he towers you with his height, his intensity and nonchalantness at the same time a bit too much to bear. "I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours, princess, before it gets you into some real trouble." He seats himself on the front edge, examining you head-to-toe with his beading eyes. You grew stiff, not wanting to make a sound or remark in his wavering stare.

Perhaps to keep from getting in trouble, maybe?

"I'd say the same to you, if it weren't for yours being rather large, than little." You incoherently scoff, surprising yourself with your own words. His face contorted from his relaxed look into a more furious looking one. His grip on the ledge of his oak wood desk had tightened, making the tops of his hands whiter and more constructed than they would look relaxed. His indented cheekbones grew more visible and his eyes seemed to darken out of nowhere.

He does look very ravishing when he's angry..

Suddenly, you feel his tight grip on your hips, shoving you back down into the chair without a warning. "Y'know, Kidman told me about you," He began, waltzing away from you and around your chair, undoing his tie in the process. All the while you sat there with wide eyes and a fluttery feeling down near the pit of your stomach. It gave you goosebumps clear down your arms and legs. "He said you were a very independent, hardworking women that's quiet and respectable. But frankly, you've proved him wrong." He sighs as he turns to face you, still sat in the chair, with a sharp and pointed look that gave you the good tinglings. "Well, frankly," You mock his tone, "You've only known me for the minimum of three hours, Mr. Dolan. You're just assuming." You point out, with a ghastly smile.

To that, he loudly slaps his hands on the arms of the chair that you were forcefully sat in, his face becoming of close proximity to yours. "Have anything else to say before I smack that tiny little ass of yours?" He questions with the raise of his brow, sending another one of the flooding shivers down your entire body.

Fuck.

If it wasn't for your lack of correct, impulsive decision making skills, you would have walked away and finished whatever work you had left and hurried home. But instead, you flipped yourself over and laid on the chair, ready for whatever he wanted to do to you.

"Take that fucking skirt off." He deeply orders, taking his blazer off angrily after unclipping his belt buckle. You obey almost immediately, shimming the skirt down your legs and unbuttoning the first couple buttons of your white dress shirt. You firstly feel his fingers softly glide over your asscheek, trailing towards your thong and looping his index finger under the thin fabric. With a tight, forceful pull, he rips it in half and tosses the bunched up silk to the side as you gasp with surprise. You close your eyes as you feel his hand glaze over asscheek once again, readying yourself for what would eventually hurt like hell.

But instead of what potentially would have been a slap, you feel his large hands roughly pull your legs apart, and his cock slam down into your noticeably aroused pussy. You loudly yelp, securing your hands around whatever you could while his settled at the valley of your hips. “Fuck, yes.” He breathlessly groans with his head thrown back and his eyes scrunched with immense pleasure. Your eyes began to water and the beginning of his slow, steady thrusts made your pussy clench with the desire of more. You had your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to keep your sounds and contentment as quiet as possible.

You hadn’t even realized how long it’s been since you’ve had real, carefree sex. You honestly forgot how good and scandalous it felt. Though, you started to remember, even in your hazed state of mind, that it was your new boss standing behind you. But before you could even get a chance to agree or take action from your right state of mind, you felt him lift you up and rush the two of you over to the other side of his spacious desk, his cock still embedded inside you and unmoving.

He lays you on your back, grabbing the opened part of your shirt and ripping it off, his teeth gritted and his brows furrowed as he swiftly unclips your bra and pulls it down your arms. Unlike his slowness before, he began to speed up quickly, barreling into you like he hadn’t done it in years. Which would be true if he hadn’t drunkenly slept with a women he had met at the bar almost a year ago, but he faintly remembers that anyway.

You became used to the pressure that once stretched your walls uncomfortably, but now it felt right. The way he entered you, at a slight angle, made your legs quiver with desire and the yearning for more. And when he touched that certain spot, oh god it made you whine like crazy.

“Fuck—there!” He had you almost screaming, which made him all the more aroused and heightened. He continued his harsh poundings, bringing his hands from your hips and softly up your stomach until they reached your perky breasts. He toyed with your sharpened nipple, grinning at the sensation it brought to you when you arched your back. With the sudden shaking of your legs and the unshielded moans you let loose, he could just tell you were extremely close.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet, Y/N. I’ve hardly fucking started with you.” Grayson then harshly brought his hand down to your soaked clit, rubbing it in quick circles. You weren’t really one to disobey authority, but it seems like getting on Grayson Dolan’s, the CEO of the company Choff, nerves were a bit more fun and exhilarating.

So when you felt the extremely bound knot in your stomach begin to want to unravel— you just let it. You came over his engulfed cock that continued to sink into you as you hardly breathe, the overflowing feeling and sensation that numbed your entire body washing over you. You weren’t given anytime to reassess, because he continued his thrusts, speeding himself up with an anger you’ve never seen before. He picked you up again, slamming you against the wall with one of his hands holding your ass up while the other kept your hands above your head.

“That’s fucking it—”

Though, the two of you were too caught up in each other to realize that someone was at the door, stunned and shocked at the scene playing out..

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