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wetforgrayson · 4 years ago

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20 questions / Grayson Dolan

A/n: English is not my first language, so sorry about the grammatical mistakes. Thank you!

20 QUESTIONS / Grayson Dolan

Summary: Y/N and Grayson play the good old game “20 questions” but with a little twist, every unanswered question means an item of clothing that's getting off.

Warnings : sexual content

Word count: 5.5k

You were sitting in Dolan’s living room, constantly checking the clock and watching your chance to get somewhere with Grayson getting smaller with every ticking of the clock. All of your friends – including Ethan – could easily see your crush. You didn’t mind though since they were rooting for you. Also leading you, since you had no idea how to make a move to Grayson when he was trying his absolute best to ignore making things weird with you. Your bold flirtatious comments were returning with a laugh or a head shake, your hand staying on his shoulder or biceps for a weird amount of time, or you putting your hand on his lap, dangerously close to his crotch was always left unnoticed. The tension between you was building, and lately, all you could think about was his lips, You wanted to feel his lips everywhere. No, you needed to feel his lips everywhere.

“Hey, Gray. Wanna play 20 questions?” You try to shoot your shot. You knew that you weren't in high school so playing 20 questions now might look like a boring thing to do, but you had some plans.

If Grayson decides to play along, tonight might be the day you finally live your fantasies. “Why, like is there anything you don’t know about me?” He asked laughing without even looking up from his phone, but you were dedicated to getting him to play. You know he couldn’t say no to you twice.

“I’m sure there are, c’mon, promise to be honest and we will have some fun.” He put his phone down and gave you a look that says whatever. That was your queue to start your game. “Okay, ask the first question.” He tried to get more comfortable on the couch. “let me think…” You rubbed your hand on your chin, thinking about how direct you should be. You didn’t want to scare him off but you also didn’t want to start this with “What’s your favorite song?” and then wait for hours to finally ask the questions you wanted to ask. You were feeling brave enough to play this game as it should be played.

“Alright, When was the last time you had sex?” You could see a little glimpse of a surprise when you mention sex at the first question but that shock changed into amusement really fast. You guys happened to be talking about sex now and then. It usually starts with one of you making some kind of sexual joke or reference which happens quite a lot considering both of you having a dirty mind. It always a good laugh but that’s it, you can’t say anything serious about your sex life or ask about his sex life without him making it awkward for both of you.

“Wait, we’re asking this type of questions?” You raise your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders, challengingly, as to say 'why not?'. He should’ve seen what you were trying to do. Your skirt wasn’t even covering half of your ass, and you were smiling mischievously. Ethan and the gang purposely making a plan that Grayson wouldn’t like, so you two could stay alone together. Everything was clear but Grayson decided to go blind once again.

“That was an easy question.” You protest, dramatically, even though you knew in seconds he would probably answer your question. “You know what? Let’s spice things up. If we don’t want to answer the question, we have to take one cloth off of our body. How about that?”

Grayson stopped for a second. His eyes staring deep into your eyes, trying to read your mind. You hope that you didn’t look like how you were feeling. Embarrassingly thirsty and desperate for him. So desperate that you have to pull this kind of shit. You just have to tease him enough, so he would drop his taboos and rail you like you’ve been badly craving since the first time you saw his face. “Fine by me.” His tone was also challenging and for a second he checked you out like he was imagining how you would look naked. A million butterflies were flying in your stomach and you could even feel your cheeks getting redder with every second. He just had to look at you to get you this frustrated and it was not fair at all. “ It was a week ago, I think.” It took you a while to understand he had answered your question. An “Oh” coming out of your mouth, unwillingly. His gaze was so deep on you that you could feel fires all over your body.

Don’t think about him fucking another girl.

Don’t think about him fucking at all.

You keep your gaze away from him and try to keep your mind focus. The images on your mind were distracting you, and you could feel the anger creeping inside of you. He could have all of you to himself. If he could be braver, you could give him the heaven.

You knew that with his unsuccessful attempts at relationships, and losing so many people over the years he was more cautious with you than ever. You didn’t want to wait anymore. Every second seeing his body, face and not getting to touch him was now psychically hurting you. There wasn’t one second your panties were dry when you were standing next to him. You have to have him tonight.

“Did you fucked the motorcycle guy in our old kitchen?” His question came out of the blue, confuses you. “What motorcycle g- oh. Him?” When your eyes met him his gaze was different. He looked more into the game, and his stare was intense. The last time you saw the guy he mentioned was almost two months ago. You wondered how he remembered him all of a sudden. Was he feeling the fires in his body when he imagines you with other guys like you do every time he even looked at another girl? You smiled softly at the thought of him getting jealous and possessive of you. Even though he was always a protective friend, the kind that always makes sure you’re feeling safe and nobody could lay a finger on you, him doing it for romantic reasons made your heart skipped a beat.

“Nope, just blowjob.” You answered when you could find your voice, however, it sounded way too dreamy for it to sound normal. Grayson threw his head back and groans in disgust.

”That’s disgusting.” You giggle at how dramatic he is. “…and you never bringing another man in our house. Like ever.”

He gets up from the couch to sit next to you on the floor. Now you both were sitting with your backs on the couch. You can smell his shampoo now and his much thicker leg touching your leg wasn’t helping you with your size kink either. You had to take a deep breath, so you wouldn’t lose it and start begging him to fuck you.

“Alright, get over it.” He rolled his eyes but you were too focused on your second question to notice it.

Be bold. Get him naked. Get him to get you naked.

One question popped into your head, and it made you smile devilishly. You remembered Ethan’s teasing him about watching porn a lot, and he would go silent immediately, going red in the face.

“What was the last porn you jerked of to?” He turns his head in your direction so fast that it made you laugh out loud. Bingo.

“What do you mean what was the..?” The innocent look on his face was cute, but you know it was full of crap.

“Oh, shut up. You know exactly what I mean.” You both laughed, you wouldn’t mind hearing his answer but you would definitely rather seeing him shirtless.

“Not answering that.” He took a deep breath, looking guilty. “Well, you know the deal.” You smiled proudly while watching him taking off his shirt. You saw him shirtless probably hundred times by now since he wasn’t a fan of wearing shirts, but it still turns you on anyway. Tying not to stare obliviously at his thick and tanned body you sit and wait for his next question. You knew that he can get bold when he wants to. Even though that was what you wanted you were still a little nervous.

“What was the weirdest place you did something sexual? Apart from our kitchen of course.” He turned his whole body to you, sitting crosslegged this time. You relaxed when you heard his question.

“Probably on a plane? Oh, I once had sex in a boys locker room in high school. One of these places, I think.” You laughed at his unamused expression.“You could do better.” You raised your eyebrows at his bold comment, still having a coy smile on your face. You adored him when he was this confident, even cocky you have to say. He wouldn’t usually show this side of him when you two were alone, and you were already so turned on that it made shift uncomfortably. You were dripping wet.

“They couldn’t give me better, Gray.” You said kind of mockingly, but he looked like he understood what you really want to say. Give me more Grayson, fuck me on the highway, fuck me anywhere you like. You broke the eye contact and shake yourself up mentally, so you can ask him his next question.

“Okey, so, if you know your partner would %100 say yes, what’s the one thing you would do in bed?”

“Oh, good question.” When you felt your neck aching from looking at Grayson, you sat cross-legged like him. Now your knees were touching each other, and you can’t help but smile at this little contact like you were in high school.

“I kinda do everything I want, you know..”

“Sure, Jan.” You both laughed, but it took two seconds before Grayson became serious, slightly leaning forward like he was about to give you an important secret.

“Mhm, you know what I would like to do? I would like to tie them on my bed and blindfold them. With a vibrator between their legs, enough to get them on the edge but not enough to make them cum. Keep them like that for at least two hours until they crying for a release. Then making them cum for like ten times without a break.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You thought he would just say anal or something like that, but he decided to put a crystal clear image into your mind. You never heard him say such things before, and now he was so unbothered talking about his fantasy, sitting shirtless and however more close to you than he was two seconds ago. Probably well aware of the wetness he caused in your panties. You let out a shaky breath and he looked like he was about to laugh for a second. You knew he was doing this on purpose just to get you more frustrated.

“That was weirdly specific.” You try to break the awkward silence with a joke. “You wanted to know.” You stayed silent knowing very well he had a valid point. Starting to get scared of the game you had started. You could say Grayson had an idea and not knowing what that is made you incredibly anxious. You try to read his mind like he always does to you. He was teasing you, enjoying your reactions and part of you wanted to fight back and not give him the satisfaction. You couldn't help though, he has great power over you.

“Have you tried anal, miss Y/n ?” You lick your lips, your mind immediately filling with the fantasies of Grayson fucking your ass hard while holding you down, pulling your hair, whispering dirty things in your ear as he moans loudly. You just nodded your head as to say yes, trying hard to get yourself out of your dream paradise. Grayson was confused about your silent answer, waiting patiently for you to say something. You couldn’t say anything though, scared to let out a moan if you open your mouth. Feeling yourself getting hotter, you made a mental agreement with yourself to take off your shirt on the next question, no matter what the question is. Just excited to show off the green set you choose to wear for him.

“I’m thinking of a question.” You explained yourself when the silence became uncomfortable, and you saw him giving you a confused look. Not pleased with the way you answered his question.

“What is your favorite part of my body?” You asked the first question that pops into your mind, getting a sweet laugh from Grayson. He checks you out from head to toe like it was the first time he saw you.

“There are lots of body parts of yours that I love.” You put your cold hands on your burning cheeks. His voice sounds so loving that it made your heart melt.

“I think I have to choose your thighs.”

“My thighs?” You asked, surprised by his answer.

“Yes, I love your thighs.”

“Are you just saying thighs because you don’t want to say boobs ?” He laughed and the melody of it warmed your heart even further. You were on fire for this man.

“No, no. I mean, I love your boobs too. I just happen to love your thighs more.” He shrugged his shoulders as he kept laughing at your confused face.

“Okay, my next question is .. what was the last dirty dream you had?” You didn’t remember any specific dream so you decided to make the move. Starting the take of your shirt from the bottom, slowly. Spreading your legs and taking your time so that he would have time to catch a glimpse of your dampened panties. Finally taking off your shirt, not looking at him. You fixed your hair to give him more time to check you out. Acting casual you slowly raised your head and catch him looking at your breast. The material was so thin that he could probably see your hardened nipples easily. He moved his relaxed arms from his side to the front of his pants. His cheeks getting redder while he locks his eyes with yours. You smile at his attempt to not stare at your boobs.

“ Grayson, have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

“What?” He practically yelled, eyes wide open with shock. You couldn’t stop the giggle that’s got out of your mouth.

“You heard my question, Gray.”

The dangerous look in his eyes was getting you way too excited. He looked like he was mad at you, you didn’t really mind it though. If he’s going to let all of his anger on you later then he could be as angry as he wishes now. He didn’t say anything else before moving slowly, in a teasing way, eyes not leaving yours for a second. His hands moving from covering his bulge to the waistline of his sweats. Giving you enough time to watch his every move. You shivered when you realize he was about the take-off his sweatpants. He looked too pretty with his tanned and muscled chest, it made you felt dizzy. You weren’t sure if you could handle him standing in his boxers.

He took off his pants as fast as possible. His perfectly tattooed, muscled legs were full-on display. You couldn’t believe yourself for getting turned on by some man's legs. You were openly checking him out with a smile. The serious look on his face made him even hotter. When he sat down again he leaned in so much that your noses were about to touch and you could smell his scent.

“My turn, right?” said Grayson sitting back as before, you felt threatened by his voice. You whispered a weak yes. He smiled for a second, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did. You know that was his thinking face. Something about it freaked you out. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes pinned at him, trying to look innocent for some reason. It took him one silent moment to ask his questions.

“ Are you wet right now, Y/n?” You hold your breath, clearly intimated by this moment more than you think you would be. You imagined this moment before, you asked yourself what would you do if he decides to play along. However, at that moment, you had no idea what to do. Grayson’s breathtakingly beautiful eyes were staring right in your soul, you couldn’t even think properly. You try to bear with the thick tension in the room and find enough confidence in you to move.

You get up on your knees, pulled your skirt up slowly with your hands. Exposing your thighs that Grayson loved so much apparently. He was watching your every move, very carefully. Curious about your next move.

“Why don’t you check it yourself?” He flashed you a smirk, but his expression changed in the blink of an eye. He clenched his teeth, and before you could even understand what he was doing he was on his knees too, towering over you with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Your breath got stuck in your throat. You closed your eyes out of reflex, your chest touching Grayson’s, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

“I will.” He was acting so fast, not giving you any time to comprehend what was going on. He harshly pushed your legs apart with his knees. Tightening his grip on your throat when you let out a struggled moan. You felt his cold rings on your warm skin when he squeezed your thigh then moving his fingers up softly. Causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. “Grayson..” you whispered his name simply because that was the only thing you had on your mind.

“Look at me.” He said with his deep voice. You ignore his demand, too distracted by his hand that was dangerously close to your pussy. Where you need his touch so badly. His finger brushed over your pussy, teasing you to no end. You bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning. Waiting so patiently for him to finally grab your pussy and give you the satisfaction that you’ve been praying for.

His hand disappeared, and you opened your eyes in panic, but before you could even check for his hand you felt a sharp pain on your ass cheek. The kind that you liked. You screamed at the unexpected pain, however incredibly turned on. His hand was now on your ass, causally caressing it.

“I said look at me.”

You nodded your head submissively hoping that it would calm him down. You wanted him to be harsh with you, but part of you was scared that if he gets too mad he could just leave you. You look him in the eyes and the second you made eye contact his hand went back to the inside of your skirt. His forefinger rubbing your pussy so slightly. You wanted to push yourself back on his finger but manage to hold yourself back. His eyes only left your eyes for a minute so that he could take off your skirt. You were in luck today because when your skirt was gone, and he saw you in your green lingerie he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his hand in your panties. You moaned and your frozen arms go to hold his wrist on your throat, making him loosen his grip. You didn’t dare to break the eye contact until he started rubbing your pussy just like you wanted. Hard but slow, making you both hear the wet noises that come out of your pussy, and you completely lost control of your body. Leaning on Grayson and throwing your head back with parted lips, enjoying your moment. There were fireworks in your eyes from finally having him touch you like that.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” You nod your head even though he wasn’t asking a question. He let go of your throat to wrapped his arm around your waist, afraid that you might turn into a puddle without his support.

“ Did I get you this wet?”

“Yeah..” You cried out. He was knowing that already but hearing it set him on fire. His dick was now hard as a rock, and he couldn’t wait to buried it in her, tearing her apart.

“I bet I can make you cum in seconds just rubbing you like this.” He laughed and you nodded again like it was the only thing you could do.

“ You would want that don’t you. huh?” You couldn’t disagree, only whispering with your brows furrowed.

“Yes, please Gray.”

“ That’s what you wanted the whole time, didn’t you? Just have me right here, on top of you.”

You said yes, annoyed by his cocky tone and his unsteady hand movements. You wanted more and your walls were already clenching with need. You push yourself down on his hand, the pleasure is the only thing you could focus on.

" You little slut. Show me how much you want to be fucked by me. C'mon, get naked."

He completely pulled himself back from you, and your walls throbbed in protest. There was a clear bulge on his boxers and your mouth watered by the sight. Grayson noticed what you were looking for, smiling like he knew what you were dreaming of. He casually grabbed his dick on boxers and gave himself a firm squeeze. He looked so thick like this, his thigh wide open and his hand stroking his dick. You forget what you were supposed to do, just standing there and watching Grayson with begging eyes.

“ Are you just going to stand there, baby? I remember telling you to get undressed.”

“Want to suck your dick.” You blurted out licking your lips, and his eyes glistened with a wild look. Feeling himself grow harder if that’s even possible.

“Want to suck my dick?” He repeated with a daring smirk. Curious if you can find the courage to say it out loud again. You nodded, looking a little shy about it now that he looked at you like that. He straightened up, one arm reaching for your hair and pulling you to himself, smoothly. Your lips crashed together, and you slipped your arm on his broad shoulder. You had no idea how the deal with the softness and the warmth of his lips, shaking from the intensity of the moment. Your lower lip caught between his teeth, causing you to shudder and moan into his mouth. You were dripping into your panties. Your knees were weak from the way he kissed you, taking away your breath in the most delicious way possible. He let go of your lips but didn’t pull himself back. Instead, his thumb caressed your plumb lip, his nose touch yours softly, and you both took a moment to gather your breathings.

“Grayson…” You whispered, there wasn't a trace of hesitation on your voice this time, “ I want you to fuck my face.” His stomach visibly tightened by how soft your voice sounded. You were asking him to burry his dick on your throat and somehow make it sounds so angelic. He lost the little bit of control he had over his body, moving to the couch like he was in a great hurry. You followed him on your knees, getting comfortable between his legs. For the first time, he seemed like he was the desperate one, looking as excited and out of breath as much you do.

His dick was already leaking precum in his boxer, making a wet patch. He gave you a sweet little peck on the lips. You put your hands behind you like your hands were cuffed, slightly jumping and causing your boobs to jump too. Giving Grayson a mouth-watering show. He lifted his hips, signaling you to take off his boxer that started to hurt him, and you obey like a good girl. Pulling his boxer down slowly, getting face to face with his thick and bulging cock. You let out a shaky breath before leaning in and licking his pink, leaking tip. The taste gets you even more excited. You took his dick on your hands, the fact that your hands look so small wrapped around his cock made your walls flatter with hunger. God, he was big. You pumped him a few times before gently wrapping your mouth around him. He moaned brokenly struggling to keep his eyes open. He even felt heavy on your tongue. You looked at Grayson through your lashes before you push your head down, taking half of his length on your warm throat without breaking the eye contact. He was the one that breaks the eye contact though, throwing his head back, murmuring a breathy "fuck yes." Pleased with his reaction, you started to move up and down. Taking him deeper each time.

Grayson tried to keep his moans to himself, he tried. But you looked so pretty with your plump lips on his cock, sucking him so deliciously. He couldn't help but become a moaning mess in seconds. You kept him in your tight throat, going down and down until your nose brush against his pelvis. Completely shutting down your airways. His hips jerk up to your mouth forcing a gag out of you. He shut his eyes tightly, fighting back his orgasm that started to creep around. Your eyes watered and your jaw started to hurt but you didn't pull yourself back, just to keep hearing Grayson's moans. You stayed like that until Grayson tangled his fingers on your hair and pulled you away. His dick was twitching and you didn't waste any time before wrapping your hand around it, pumping it faster. Grayson's thighs started to shake, he was so close already.

You only stopped pumping him until your breathing was fine enough to take him into your mouth again. You wrapped your mouth on his cock, his hand on your hair forcing your head down immediately.

“Fuck, so good.”

You let him take control, thrusting his hips, and pushing your head down at the same time. You didn’t have any gag reflex now. Saliva is all over your chin and some are on your chest even. Creating a perfect mess. You could cum just with his deep moans and his dick twitching on your throat. Grayson pulled away when he felt like he was cumming, taking a deep breath. He didn't’ want to be the first person to come. He wanted to see you come first.

“Come here.” A little disappointed about him not coming on your mouth you still follow his command. He grabbed you from your waist easily like you weight nothing, pulling you on his lap. He unhooked your bra in a second and immediately going to kiss and suck your boobs. His dick way poking you on your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing it, rubbing it slowly, and brushing your thumb on his tip. Your moans are the only noise in the room.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Oh, I'm going to fuck you.” He grabbed you from your waist, throwing you on the couch. The second your knees touch the soft couch his hand is meet your ass, the sound of his hand hitting your ass echoes in your brain. Your mind goes numb from how erotic this moment is, where his ring was stinking so nicely. He didn’t waste any second before pulling your panties down. He felt how wet you were but when he sees how wet you were his dick throbbed with want. You both needed each other so badly. Even though he didn’t want to wait anymore, he has to get a taste of your pussy, right now. Not giving you any heads up he leaned to take a lick of your dripping candy. You tasted exactly like what he would imagine you taste, even better. Sweet as nectar he couldn't help but start to goes faster, drinking your juices. His tongue was everywhere. His chin is getting wet from how fast and hard he was going for it. You were shaking, biting your finger so you could control your moans but you weren't exactly doing a good job about it. Crying out from the way his tongue moves and pushing yourself on his sinful mouth.

He suddenly stopped and pulled back making you whine and pout before you felt his finger rubbing you up and down your folds with the thickness of his fingers until he was pushing them inside of you. Taking it slow this time, watching how your pussy sucked in his finger. Your mouth parted and your eyes glossed up with pleasure. He was only halfway, thinking about getting you ready but you’ve been ready. You push yourself back on his finger, taking him deep and moaning deeply.

“Yes, Grayson..” You keep repeating his name and it gave Grayson a weird feeling of winning. Also, there was a part of him that make you scream his name even more.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers… He let out a chuckle. “ Does it feel good baby? Do you need more?” He curled his fingers on purpose, making you gasp. While you were so lost at the sensation Grayson push his third finger inside of you. You’re so wet that his finger just slides in with ease. He fastened his past when you started to get louder, your falls clenching around his fingers.

“You’re going to cum, sweetheart? C’mon, use my fingers and cum.” He loved feeling how tight and wet you were wrapped around his fingers, he knew that you were going to take his cock so well.

. “Gray– Grayson, I’m gonna–”

You scream his name one more time before finally letting go, shaking while he kept his fingers inside of you, feeling how your walls flutter and clench. He took his fingers out, slapping you lightly.

“You can take my dick, can you?” You know he was joking from the tone of his voice but you nodded anyway. You felt his dick on the entrance, he ground on you trying to lubricate his dick with your soaked pussy. He was just so large, you knew he could wreck you when it’s inside and it made you tingle inside.

“Fuck me, Gray, please.”

“Patience, baby, patience.” You bite your finger worrying if your neediness made you annoying but when he pushed himself inside of you all your worries flew away. You whimpered a weak yes, waiting for him to get balls deep with wide eyes. He started to move teasingly, only letting his tip in you then pulling out, making slow wet noises.

“Please, please, give me all.” You cried out, making Grayson spank you one more time. Your walls were throbbing again and even though you just came you needed another orgasm. Grayson on the other hand was rock hard, that was part of the reason he slowed down. He did give you what you asked though, sliding himself into you, burying every inch with a delicious moan. You bury your head on the couch, panting. He started to pound in you, starting slow but fastening when it’s starting to feel just amazing.

“Sweet little pussy, should've fuck it a long time ago.” His words made you feel high, overwhelmed with pleasure. You keep wanting more though.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he groaned, pulling out all the way, and thrusting back in all the way, making you feel it on your stomach. You were so close, his pace was getting faster and harsher. His dick throbbing inside you just like your walls. His dick disappearing in your gorgeous pussy was enough for Grayson to come done right there. He knew if he keeps fucking your sweet pussy he was going to cum.

“Oh my god, yes.” You screamed when his tip brush over that spot. Making your body seriously shake with pleasure. There was tear roaming in your eyes and you try to run away only for Grayson to hold you on the spot, keep hitting that spot with great pressure and pace. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuck yes, Grayson.”

You screamed one more time and come undone. Grayson wasn’t so behind of you, finally pulling out and letting himself cum on your ass. You both just stayed like that, breathing heavily.

“We really did this, huh?” Grayson said with a cheeky smile on his face. He felt happier than he ever did the whole year.

“Aren’t you glad we did?” You chuckle, looking back at his face. He leaned in to give you a peck, still new to the this new sensation. He could kiss you know, what? He caressed your face, so much love on his eyes.

“ Let’s take a quick shower, I have more questions I like to ask.”

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ri-ahhh · 4 years ago

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if you ever get in the mood to write anything take it back part two would be lovely😉 only if you’re okay with it of course

Y’all the sheer amount of requests I’ve gotten for this..🤯 Idk what exactly you want because it felt pretty complete to me but you win lol here it is.

take it back: pt. 2

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He’s always an early riser. You love that about him. Productive and motivated almost to a fault, Grayson Dolan can always be counted on to answer his phone at the ripe time of 7:45 AM.

So when your 8:13 AM call goes to voicemail, your stomach drops.

Granted, it did ring all the way through; he could be sleeping, or working out, or...busy.

But he always manages to answer for you. Even if he’s huffing for breath in-between sets, or barely cognizant of where he is or what time it is after an afternoon nap, you can usually count on his deep voice to be on the other line of that phone.

You feel incredibly vulnerable and somehow more exposed than ever as you lie naked under your covers, just as you were when he left a few hours ago. A gaping part of you left in the open with his potential rejection. Just as you had probably done to him in the early hours of the morning.

Your heart joins your stomach, and you can’t stop yourself from typing out a text to cover yourself.

Did you make it home ok?

You toss your phone with a frustrated sigh to the side of the bed and draw your covers up to your nose. The empty space is vast and cold and makes your throat tighten.

Your phone buzzes, and you snatch it up. A snap from your best friend.

Instagram notifications.

A ‘good morning, have a good day’ text from your mom.

Another Snapchat. A work email. More texts from people who don’t have a little strong arm emoji next to their name.

You’re about to try and pull some sort of reverse psychology bullshit on yourself and go take a shower and pretend like you’re not going to expect a reply from him by the time you get out. But then, just as you’ve tossed your blankets and sheets aside, your phone buzzes fatefully.

[Gray💪🏼] Yeah, thanks

Ironically enough, it’s the worst reply you could have hoped for even though it’s the most logical one.

You bite your lip, chewing it worriedly as you continue your trip to the bathroom. Despite the fact that he responded completely appropriately, you don’t think you’re imagining the dryness in his two words. As stupid and ridiculous as it seems, you know Grayson well enough to detect that.

Good.

Are you busy today?

That’s safe enough. Your surge of bravery has dissipated since he clearly chose to ignore your call in favor of texting. You don’t want to scare him with anything as heavy and loaded as “can we talk?”

You lean against the counter and watch the bubbles pop up on the screen.

[Gray💪🏼] Nah not really. I’m tired tho

Fuck. The rejection before the offer hurts. Your eyes prickle stubbornly.

But then you look in the mirror, and your focus is drawn to a couple of distinct purple marks on your collarbone. You finger them delicately, and rather than the annoyance you might have felt with anyone else, your heart warms.

He’s broken yet another rule. And now, so are you — excited and pleased by the evidence of himself he’s left on your skin.

And you remember the thought that prompted this whole thing to begin with. You’re scared, but it’s worth it. He’s worth it.

Your fingers fly. Can I come over? Please?

He takes long enough to reply that your phone screen goes black, and another minute passes before you realize how idiotic you must look standing naked in your bathroom staring at a blank screen. This is the shit about relationships that you don’t like: the fear, the games, the unknowns. It’s almost too much already.

You distract yourself by turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature right where you want it. And when you turn back around, blood pounds in your ears when you see the lit screen through the reflection of the mirror.

[Gray💪🏼] Okay

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If you’ve ever taken a quicker shower, you don’t remember when. You rinsed the night off for good, barely detangling any knots from your hair before instinctively reaching for one of his sweatshirts to pair with your jean shorts without even realizing it. It hits you as you throw on some eyebrow gel and mascara where your top came from, and you debate taking it off in case he’s upset with you.

You wouldn’t blame him if he were. The mixed signals you had thrown at him last night were inconsiderate to say the least. Blowing him off only to run right back into his arms, but with more clarity to be fair to yourself just a little bit.

You toss your lip gloss on the counter before you can do what you do best and overthink every aspect of this man, and head straight out the door.

When he lets you into his house half an hour later, he looks hesitant and drawn, but not unkind. Flushed fresh from a workout. Muscles glistening familiarly. Hair flopping into his face. It’s all incredibly distracting, but you push those thoughts aside as you smile at him sheepishly and pass through the open door.

“What’s up?” he asks once he’s led you into the kitchen.

You sit on a barstool and chew a piece of skin around your thumbnail as he watches you out of the corner of his eye while he chugs from his hydroflask. His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow, and you look away for a moment to gather your nerve.

“I wanted to...talk,” you manage to spit out. You take your thumb out of your mouth in favor of playing with a leaf that had fallen from the flower vase in front of you. You can’t meet his eyes right now.

There’s a silence long enough that it makes you finally look up at him. He’s staring at you, brow cocked slightly, arms crossed across his broad chest.

“Okay. About what?”

You stare back. His handsome face gives you the confidence and courage to keep going.

“I’m bad at this,” you admit. The leaf crumples in your fingertips. “Talking. Relationships. All of it.”

“I know. So am I.”

You smile, small but grateful. He returns it.

“I told you to take it back. That kiss you gave me, before you left.”

Grayson’s cheeks, having returned to a normal hue in the AC, then pink again. He glances off to the side and clears his throat, a hand running through his messy hair. “Uh, yeah. I remember.”

Your heart disintegrates as much as the leaf in your grasp at the visible proof that you had, indeed, hurt him on some level. But you’re here to make it right. For both of you. In whatever ass-backwards way you can think of to make that happen, because you definitely haven’t thought the words out at all.

“Well... I want — I take it back,” you admit quietly.

The fear and frustration are all worth it when you see the utter look of surprise cross his features. His eyes are grey this morning, one of their many colors and your personal favorite, and they widen almost comically. His pretty pink lips part slightly, his fist clenching on the counter for a brief moment.

But then he has a few seconds to process your confession, and your heart skips a beat when you see the corner of his mouth turn up enough to expose a dimple. “You take back your ‘take it back?’”

You bite your lip through your own smile as his grows wider, and you nod. “Yeah. I do.”

“Why?”

You hadn’t expected that. But shockingly, it’s the easiest part of this whole ordeal.

You reach your hand out and wrap your slim fingers around his thick, calloused ones, gripping them tightly. “Because. You’re you. And I’m happiest when you’re around, no matter what activity we may or may not be doing.”

He laughs, and you tug on his hand to indicate you want him to join you without a slab of marble separating the two of you.

“And because you’re the only person I could ever imagine breaking all of my rules for. And if you can forgive me for being such a hardheaded idiot, I’d really like to prove that to you.”

Now directly in front of you, Grayson towers above you. He grins and lets go of your hand to wrap your arms around his waist, then cups your cheeks in both hands. You close your eyes and you sigh at the feel of those giant palms holding you so tenderly, and the urge to run doesn’t affect you even the tiniest bit.

He leans down, until you feel him stop just centimeters from meeting your lips with his. Your lashes flutter open confusedly, only to see those eyes looking at you with an affectionate expression you’ve never let yourself consider too deeply until now.

“If you really want to take back your take it back,” he whispers, his breath fanning against your sensitive lips and making you shiver, “then come and get it.”

Your whole body heats at his words, and you giggle before throwing yourself completely into his arms and crushing your lips together. He chuckles too against your mouth, and shifts his hands under your ass so you can wrap your legs around his waist, your kiss heated and sincere but also playful.

“Can I take all of you back?” you ask him once you’ve pulled away for a moment, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

You’re so caught up in his face that you’re unaware that he’s moving the two of you down the hall until his bedroom door shuts quickly behind him with his swift kick.

“All of me, baby. All of me.”

#like i said hope this satisfies whatever need yall had for this pt 2 lol #dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb

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blazedgraysons · 4 years ago

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love is a drug.

there's something absolutely captivating about promising yourself to one person indefinitely, knowing that despite whatever may happen, this person holds your heart in their hand and the ability to crush it in a moment's breath.

Grayson knows it’s psychotic to be addicted to that feeling so much - especially with Laila.

when he had met Laila, he had experienced the whirlwind emotions that generally accompany the beginning of love - the falling sensation in the stomach whenever she flipped her glossy hair in his direction, the goosebumps that seemed to always appear when she spoke, the lidded eyes as he watched the way she took on the world without a fear in the world. he had fallen for her instantly, listening to the way she spoke about literature, movies, and music in the most elegant way, comparing authors he had never read, but felt personally connected to after listening to the impassioned way she discussed their writing.

he had never been much of a reader, but he swore he would read every book under the sky if it meant he could keep Laila's attention.

when he had asked her out, he hadn't expected a yes - listening to his gut feeling that a girl like her would never pay attention to a guy like him. he ignored the way the falling sensation in his stomach intensified when she agreed, angelic voice listing an address to meet at.

he arrived the next day outside of a record shop, Laila standing there on the balls of her feet. she explained how music is one of the most important things in her life, and she wanted to see what he thought. Grayson felt nauseous, not wanting to appear uncultured or basic in his taste. She hums in approval, even commentating with her own stories or opinions about whatever artist's record he holds in his hands. he notices the way her eyes light up when he explains his own stereo system he built, slight smile when she asks to see it sometime.

he spends a lot of his time with her, not noticing the way this dependency was forming similar to the way most addict don’t notice their addictions. it was ironic in a sense - a man so stout in his sobriety that he didn't realize he was feeding his addictions in other toxic ways. to him, however, something as beautiful as Laila couldn't be comparable to the dangers of alcohol or narcotics.

when he asked her to be his girlfriend, the same falling sensation intensified even more. he had never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, to guarded against the harm of past lovers to ever want to open himself up completely. Laila felt different, seemed different, one to know how to love as deeply, intensely, as he was prone to do. she accepted, same angelic voice joking how she thought he was going to never ask.

and for a few brief moments, Grayson was in euphoria - riding the high before the inevitable crash.

the first few months were perfect together - fulfilling all of Grayson's expectations. he fell for her further and further, Laila occupying all of his thoughts. he woke up to her face and fell asleep to her body next to is, the time in between spent in her company. he became a shell of who he was formally, now molding his personality to fit hers.

the first argument was unexpected, breaking the two of them out of their honeymoon phase. it was jarring, forcing the two of them to realize this codependency that was forming. they split their time, spending more time with friends and family than with the other.

the second argument was expected, claiming that their relationship wasn't the same. Grayson expecting too much out of Laila, Laila not expecting enough. too many unforgiving words were said, ones they wished to take back the moment they slipped out.

when she had left that night, crying due to him, Grayson felt unimaginable pain, worse than heartbreak. he had never intended for Laila to feel like a burden, like she was nothing less than perfect in his eyes. he had spent all night begging, pleading, praying for her to find her way back to him.

she did, eventually, but she wasn't the same afterward. Too distant, cold, angelic voice replaced with ice. the falling feeling in Grayson's stomach soon tightened, forming a ball of anxiety as he awaited the crash, the fall from euphoria. every movement he made around her was questioned, every kiss followed with the implicit question of "is this relationship worth it?".

their dates were scheduled less, more words were being said unspoken, and her touches were rare. Grayson watched her attention turn, more preoccupied with other boys who could understand her, love her the way he was scared he couldn't. the words "i love you" were still said to him, empty and broken to represent the relationship she was pretending to be in. he would try, try to help her feel the way he always felt, hoping to recreate the falling feeling that was fading more and more every day.

he knew love was a drug for him.

and like most addicts know, the comedown is the worst part.

#i literally wrote this while trying to finish this no nut november fic #i don't think anyone is going to care about this #whatever it's for me i guess #grayson dolan drabble #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan angst #dolan twins #dolan twins drabble #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins fic #dolan twins angst #cole rambles #blazedwritings

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bittywitches · 4 years ago

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Heyyy.....

#so...#I’m back #how are yall #let’s chat #lmk how you’re doing!! or rant or complain to me about whatever. I am here to listen #send me asks!#harry styles #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan

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graysonsbailey · 5 years ago

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#grayson dolan #dolan twins #*#g:g #*gif #v: snapchat #he fucking owns me #i belong to him #i am his #do whatever you want to me sir 🤲🏻

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xplrerdolan · 5 years ago

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i’m feeling super uninspired rn & very restless while working on longer pieces, so like, would anyone wanna send in any concepts 👉🏻👈🏻 they can be for any of the traphouse boys or for the twins 🥺

#i rlly wanna write some blurbs or shorter concepts #just to get the creative juices flowing 🥺#on or off anon idc literally ask for whatever u want #nsfw/fluff/angst/LITERALLY ANYTHING #colby brock #sam golback #jake webber #corey scherer #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #the traphouse #the dolan twins

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imakemyownworld · 6 years ago

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Sweet but a psycho (fluff)

Concept: Gray and you went a little overboard with your sub and dom fetish last night. You feel exhausted and your whole body, covered with bruises, aches. Grayson feels very bad and takes care of you in every way possible.

I don’t know where this came from but it could be my favorite thing I wrote. I have a soft spot for guys taking care of their girl - in both ways. :)

Word Count: 1.2k

“I promise babe Im fine, just let me sleep okay?” you’re curled up in his bed under the softest blanket ever. You loved being submissive and Grayson loved being the dominant one, which sometimes led to nights like this. This time, however, both of you took it a little too far. Your body was sore and moving a muscle was an impossible mission. Neck, breasts and ribs covered with bruises, ass cheeks burning and you could still feel him deep in your belly, pulsating. It was hurting and a freaky part of you liked it. Liked that you would be reminded of this night and him for the next few days with every move you make. His strict voice telling you how good of a girl you are and his lips leaving red marks on your body.

Gray was still sweaty when he lay next to you, running his fingers through your hair gently, knowing you would break under his touch if he was any rougher.

“You’re in pain,” he says when you flinch while he adjusts his body next to you, keeping you warm. “Why didn’t you stop me?” he says next to your ear, his breath alone making you shiver.

“Because I liked it?” You say sleepily with a little smirk on your lips but eyes still closed. Grayson doesn’t find it funny at all and you can feel that he’s starting to feel guilty.

“It’s not funny” he grumps.

“I can take it, Im not a baby”

“I see that” his voice is filled with sarcasm “I should’ve..”

“Gray” you stop him before slowly turning around to face him, cup his face and look at him in his soft brown eyes that were glistening with hunger and lust just moments ago, “Please don’t feel guilty, it makes me feel bad too because I wanted it, okay? Let’s sleep now and spend the laziest Sunday tomorrow, what do you say?”

“Okay, that sounds nice,” he smiles and gives you the softest kiss on the lips “I love you”

“I love you too” you say and doze off to a much needed sleep.

You’re woken up by the sweet smell of coffee and butter filling your nose and lungs. The room is still dark when you open your eyes, to which you’re very thankful. Grayson knows how much you hate light shining into your room while you sleep. You check your phone next to his bed and there is already a message from Gray waiting for you:

Text me when you wake up :)

You do that and not a minute passes before he walks into the room with a tray in his hands.

“Morning” he says with the biggest smile on his face while he puts the tray next to you. Coffee, croissant and a bowl full of fruit waits for you to munch on and you realize how hungry you actually are.

“You’re actually the sweetest” you take the coffee and smell it while he sits next to you.

“You have to eat all of it, then, we can proceed to the next thing I have planned for you” his eyes are quirky and he acts mysterious as he turns the tv and puts youtube on.

“Next thing?” You say while sipping the coffee and feeling the caffeine slowly fueling your body. It hurts to move, but you try to hide it, otherwise, Grayson would probably feel terrible and that smile would fade right off of his pretty face.

“Yeah, you need to relax today” he takes the blueberry and brings it to your lips, “All of it” he demands and you take it.

You spent an hour lying in the bed watching videos, Grayson never lost your touch, whether grazing your arm gently or giving you lazy kisses on your whole body as if he wanted to heal every spot he touched the night before. You wish he knew how much you loved him then and how much you love him now, but words cannot express it. You were lucky to find each other so that you can explore your secret desires and you were ready for all that it comes with it, but also grateful that he cares so much to be with you now and care for you when you need him the most. Watching him kiss your ribs and breasts so carefully was the most beautiful sight in the world and you were sad when he lift his head, leaving the spot where his lips were cold and lonely.

“I think you’re ready for your bath now” he took the mug out of your hands and lifted you off of the bed as if you weighed one pound.

“You’re joking!” You screamed while he carried you to the bathroom.

He opened the door and a familiar smell overcame your senses. He remembered to put your favorite Lush bath bomb in.

“Gray” you give him a hard kiss on the lips, still in his arms. “Are you taking a bath too?” You ask teasingly knowing how much he hates baths.

“If you want me to” he puts you down “Hands up” he says and you lift your hands up obediently. He takes off his black hoodie from your body, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

“Thats fine, you can keep me company from here” you say and dip your toes in warm water. Grayson must’ve seen the pain on your face as you tried to lower yourself in the water so he offered you his hand and helped you sit down, making you feel like a little baby. You didn’t mind it though.

The bath was covered with foam and room smelled like cocoa butter, you closed your eyes and Gray put on some music. You tried to relax, but could feel his eyes on you the whole time making you distracted. You peek through your eyelashes to see him sitting on the floor, elbows resting on the side of the tub and his eyes looking straight at you, almost like a puppy waiting for attention.

“We went too far yesterday” he didn’t waste a second. You let out an irritated sigh and didn’t say anything for a moment. You hated that he acts as if he was the only one there last night. You could’ve stopped him any time but chose not to.

“What part exactly” you try to ease the tension and smirk at him “When you tied me up with your belt or when you sucked on my whole body insufferably slow?” You lean on the side of the tub and rest your head on your hand.

“Y/N, Im serious” he pushes his finger in the water and starts making circles with it. His eyes were distant and he seemed really worried. “I don’t like seeing you like this”

Once again you scoot closer to him and touch his nose with yours

“Gray, can we make a deal and stop with the pity party? I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t want to. Plus, you shouldn’t have fucked me that hard if you..”

“Stop!” he splashes water all over your face and you can’t help but laugh seeing him blush “You’re being very dirty right now” he tries to be mad but smile escapes his lips and he kisses you.

“But did you like it?” You ask wanting to know if you did good and if Grayson actually liked doing things he wanted to explore yesterday.

“I did” he looks at you under his brows almost timidly “And you were very good too”

Thats all you wanted to hear, your heart was fluttering and smile had to escape from your lips. Pleasing Grayson was your biggest turn on. He notices how your mood changed drastically, almost glowing and how you tried to hide your smile, putting foam in front of your face.

“You’re my little freak you know that?” he smiles at you and rests his head back down, watching you relax back down in the tub.

#grayson #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan #ethan dolan #smut #fic #fluff #whatever you like to call it?

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