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The Story of Us~Grayson Dolan Imagine

Could you do something about Gray dating a thick girl? As a thick girl and a Gray girl, I find it harder to imagine gray with a thick girl that I do E. ❤️

A/N: This is supposed to be Gray with a thick girl but I feel like everyone is so picky and toxic with that concept so I made it a detail but it isn’t the basis of the story. I am a thick Grayson girl so please don’t @ me. Some people get so butt hurt over it and I already have a thick girl Ethan fic. This kind of just tells the story of Grayson and Y/N along the way.

Warnings: Body Insecurities (it’s not a theme it just is like a couple sentences in the beginning and a scene at the end), bullying(see prior warning), fluff, dad! grayson

Word Count: 3,304

Grayson Dolan is a lover and there is absolutely no denying that. He loves Ethan even when he wants to beat his ass for his pranks. He loves Cameron, she’s his big sister and dealt with all the shenanigans from their childhood. Most importantly, he loves his mama. No one could replace how much Lisa meant to Grayson but only one person could come close. Nonetheless, she would never pass Lisa Dolan and she was perfectly fine with that. Grayson’s girlfriend, Y/N was the only person to ever come close to being the most important woman in Grayson Dolan’s life.

Ethan knew a month after meeting Y/N that Grayson was going to marry her. After a couple years she earns the nickname, sister-in-law which Grayson doesn’t mind. He is extremely thankful that his girlfriend and brother have an incredible relationship. Ethan always joked that Grayson has fallen in love several different times but when Grayson realized he truly loved Y/N, Ethan knew the next girl his brother would fall in love with would be his daughter.

Y/N was beautiful. She had eyes that sent Grayson into another universe. Lips that made Grayson melt like ice cream in the middle of July. Grayson’s favorite part about her though? Her body. Curves that seemed to go on for days, boobs that mesmerized Grayson with every step and bounce, and an ass that looked amazing no matter what she had decided to wear that day. Did she think she was perfect? No, of course not but Grayson thought she was the most beautiful girl to ever exist. Was Y/N insecure like most thick girls? No, she was not which was another thing Grayson adored but she was real enough with herself to know she wasn’t perfect.

Grayson, Ethan, and I were sitting in the living room talking about everything we’ve encountered over the last 20 years of Gray and I’s relationship. The first few months we hid from the fans. Telling the fans was probably the scariest moment of my life. Some fans were excited, others were pissed, and some were just downright mean. Many picked at my weight and my curves. It didn’t get to me at first but after over two weeks of relentless comments I finally broke down to Grayson. I wasn’t typically insecure but when thousands of people are calling you the meanest things imaginable it breaks you down. Grayson said something as did Ethan. They threatened to block fans and to take a break if they thought necessary. That caused many of the fans to back off. Over the course of our relationship, I have met many fans and even gotten pictures with them even if I wasn’t with Grayson. Next came, our engagement and then our beautiful wedding, followed by the birth of each of our children and everything in between. After all that we rewind back to the day, we all met.

We met at a restaurant in LA. Ethan had wanted to try it for a while because he had heard there was a bunch of really good, dairy-free food options. They went for lunch on a Thursday. It surprisingly wasn’t too busy but they sat down and waited for someone to serve them. This restaurant Ethan had been dying to try was my job at the time. Thankfully I was working when they decided to show. I noticed two tall, good looking LA boys walk in. I looked them up and down then quickly put together that they were twins. One with darker hair, a safety pin necklace, smooth face, and an interesting outfit. The other one with scruff, a dangly earring, black t-shirt, and striped black pants. For twins, he was definitely the cuter one. They hadn’t sat in my section which was probably a good thing because I would have probably embarrassed myself. They had sat in my best friends’ section. Lilly walked over and got their drink orders. The one with the dangly earring kept looking up at us as we got their waters. I assumed he was staring at Lilly as she always got hit on at this damn job. “Grayson shut up you’re so loud” the one boy said. Ah so his name was Grayson. “Shut up, Ethan. I’m not loud” Grayson retaliated. Ethan looked around the restaurant and looked at me. “Hey, do you think my twin over here is loud?” he asked. “You’re the only yelling across the restaurant to ask me if he’s the loud one” I sassed and Grayson chuckled. Lilly continued serving them and Grayson kept looking up but I realized a lot of the times his gaze would land on me and that Lilly was never around when he looked over at me. Did I have something on my face? A stain on my shirt? Toilet paper on my shoe? “Hey, will you cover my couple of tables? I have to take my lunch break first because I have been here the longest” Lilly explained. “Yeah, I got it” I sighed. I walked over to the table with the two boys. “I just wanted to say that I’m your waitress now as Lilly is on her lunch break so if you need anything just ask,” I said. “How about a date?” Grayson asked. “Excuse me?” I asked. “You heard me, a date” he replied. “I don’t even know you” I responded. “Isn’t that the point of dating, is to get to know someone?” he asked. “How do I know you aren’t going to kill me?” I asked. “We can make it a double date. You and I, Ethan and our old waitress” Grayson suggested. “Dude” Ethan shouted as Grayson gave him pleading eyes. “Fine, when?” I asked. “Tomorrow night at 7?” he suggested. “Umm, ok,” I said, still a little taken aback by this whole conversation. I decided to just go for it so when I gave them their bill I wrote my number on it with a small note, “You took your shot so I’ll take mine, text me;)”. After they left I went to get their receipt and there was a note at the top. “Each of you get yourselves something nice for our double date tomorrow night -E and Gray” I looked at the bottom of the receipt to see that they left a $200 tip for Lilly and me to split.

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“I still can’t believe you and Lilly dated for three months” I giggled. Lilly and Ethan had very little in common and we’re total opposites in personality. “Shut up” Ethan groaned. “It’s ok, she mainly did it for me to help with getting in your brother’s pants” I joked. “That’s all you wanted? You could have asked that first night and I would’ve let you do whatever you wanted to me” Gray joked. “No, but she really was just helping me to get with Grayson” I admitted. “She was being a good wing woman just like I was for Gray” Ethan explained. “I know and I love you both very much for that,” I said.

“You know I knew a month after knowing you that Grayson wasn’t going to love anyone else,” Ethan said randomly. Grayson looked at his brother confused. “You never told me that,” Gray said. “I thought you knew,” E said. “Knew what?” “That she was the one” Ethan explained. “Not until I told her I loved her for the first time,” Grayson said. “I knew about a month after the restaurant. I remember coming out of my room to see you staring at her napping in your bed. She’d come over after work. You went to go grab her some food because she had worked through her break and she was passed out when you got back. You were standing with whatever food you’d scrounged up for her. You weren’t mad she was asleep. You had a smile on your face followed by a little chuckle. Your eyes said what your heart and your head didn’t know yet. I texted mom that day to tell her not to worry about this one. Later that night, Y/N was eating dinner with us because you wanted to actually cook her something. She walked into the kitchen watching you sing and dance around. She had almost the same look you did when you saw her asleep. I knew then you loved each other but it was so early that you were both scared. Ever since that day I never worried about how Y/N would treat you because I knew she was the best person for you” Ethan explained an I didn’t know I was crying until I felt a tear land on my arm. “Baby, why are you crying?” Gray asked. “Ethan never talks deep like that. He knew Gray before we ever did. We’ve talked about when we realized we loved the other person and when we told each other we loved each other but we’ve never asked anyone else when they knew we loved each other. Others are less blind than we are about it” I sobbed. Gray walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t know why you’re crying. Ethan’s an idiot most of the time. The one time he isn’t you’re a hot mess” he chuckles. “It just puts things into perspective. Never in a million years did I think I was going to have a man that was so good to me. All of the guys’ I was within the past were so passive aggressive but with you, it’s never happened even after all of these years. Not to mention how amazing the rest of our family is. I just couldn’t have asked for anyone better” I cried. “Me either, baby. Me either” Grayson said kissing my forehead.

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Dating, being engaged to, and marrying a Dolan was a lot, to say the least. Gray and I had 5 kids together. Three girls and then two boys. Addison Rose and Amelia Bailey were our twin girls. We had another set of Dolan Twins, this time they were girls and according to Lisa much easier to deal with compared to their dad and Uncle E. When the girls were a little over two we had another little girl, Paisley Jane or PJ. PJ was typically a boy nickname but she was one of the most tomboy girls you’ll ever meet so it fits pretty well. Addison was the quiet one, Amelia the momma bear, and little PJ was the rough one. Nine times out of 10 when someone was hurt it was Little Miss PJ’s fault. There was a little bit bigger of a gap between PJ and the first boy we had. Paisley was 3 when we had our first boy. I had always loved the name Grayson, way before I had ever met Gray. Therefore, our first boy was Grayson Hunter but he was Lil’ Gray then he went by Hunter once he was no longer the baby. 11 months after Lil’ Gray was born Lil’ Grant was born. Grant Oliver Dolan was the fifth and final Dolan baby, or so we thought (Ask Ethan about that one).

We got engaged three years after meeting in that restaurant. Whenever we’re in LA we try to go to relive the old memories. Nine months later we got married in New Jersey. It was an outside wedding and it was beautiful. The kids don’t ask much about the wedding because there are pictures all over the house. There’s a picture of Grayson and me with our wedding party in one part of the house. There’s a picture of Ethan and Gray then a picture of Gray and me after the ceremony on my bedside table. The twins especially love hearing about how Grayson proposed to me, no matter how many times they had already heard it. “Daddy?” Lia chimed. “Yes, Lia Bug?” “Will you tell us the story of how you asked mommy to marry you?” Lia asked. “I just told you girls last week” Grayson chuckled. “It’s such a good story. Daddy please” Addy begged. “Alright, alright go get your mother. She loves hearing me tell you guys” he said. “Your mom and I had been together three years when I finally got the nerve to ask her to marry me even though I knew she was the one”, Grayson started.

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“I have something fun for you to do today,” Grayson said to me. “What’s that?” I asked. “Ethan’s going to go with you on a scavenger hunt for a surprise tonight” he explained. He had Ethan drag me from our favorite picnic spot, to where he told me he loved me for the first time, to where we met, and then finally to the airport where we boarded a plane going to New Jersey. “Ethan, why are we flying to Jersey?” “It’s a surprise” Ethan explained. Finally, we landed and Ethan took me to their New Jersey home where Lisa was with Gizmo. We didn’t go inside though which was odd to me. “E, we should say hi to your mom. She misses you guys” I said. “We will, I promise”. He leads me out to the woods. By now it was dark out. It was a warm August day--well night. There was a full moon then a combination of cricket and frog noises scattered in the background. “Ethan if you came out here to kill me your brother is going to kill you in return” I threatened. “I’m offended that you think I’d kill you especially on my own property” he sassed. “It’s time for the surprise,” Ethan said. “I am still so confused”. “Well prepare to be more confused, as Gray has instructed I have to give you a piggyback ride and you have to be blindfolded for the rest of the walk” Ethan explained. “This better be a damn good surprise or I am kicking both of your asses,” I said as it grew even darker with the blindfold on. “Grab my shoulders and jump, I’ll catch you,” Ethan said. “Ethan, I’m not jumping on your back, I’ll break it” I argued. “No, you won’t. C’ mon Y/N” he said. “Ethan, no” I argued. “Y/N, I’ve been lifting. It’s fine” he said. “Are you calling me fat?” I asked. “Jesus, no. Fuck, Gray is going to kill me” E sighed. “I’m kidding but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said as I jumped on his back. We walked for a few minutes before Ethan said “We’re here but don’t take your blindfold off. I’ll put you down slowly”. He put me down and then I heard footsteps. “Ethan?” “E?” “Since when do you like my brother so much?” Grayson asked causing me to jump. “Gray you scared me” I yelled as he chuckled. “Babe where are we? Why am I still blindfolded?” I asked. “We’re in the woods in Jersey,” he said as he took the blindfold off. I looked around to see candles. White and red rose petals surrounding me. I realized the candles took a heart shape. “Grayson, what is all this?” I asked. “Something you’re going to remember for the rest of your life” he admitted. “Gray” I whispered. “I sent you on a wild goose chase today which you’re used to because that’s just how crazy my life is. I am so thankful that I’ve had someone as incredible as you by my side through the ups and downs. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I want to spend everyday making you happy. I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to make breakfast with you every morning. I want to snuggle you every night before we go to sleep. You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with so” He pauses as he drops down onto one knee. “Y/N, will you marry me?” Gray asked opening a small black box with a beautiful diamond ring. Tears stream down my face as I nod my head vigorously and he slips the ring over my finger. “Yes, Gray, I’d love to marry you” I cried as hugged his neck. Shortly after all of this excitement Lisa, Ethan, and Cameron emerge out of the distance. “This was beautiful Gray,” I said. “Beautiful proposal for a beautiful girl,” he said. “I love you” “I love you too”.

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“Daddy, how did you know mommy was going to be your wife?” Lia asked. “She always loved me even when my life was crazy. Your mama is very supportive girls. She supported daddy even when it was the hardest thing she ever had to do and she will support you guys too” Grayson explained. “Mommy, why did you pick daddy?” Addy asked. “He treated me, right girls. He loved me just like he loves you and your sisters then your little brother when he gets here. He was a good boyfriend. He was a good husband once we got married and now he is the most incredible daddy don’t ya think?” I asked. “Oh yeah, he’s probably a better daddy than Uncle Etan is,” Addy said causing us all to laugh. “They’re both really good dad’s” I giggled looking at Gray who was smirking. “Daddy?” Lia asked. “Yes, bug?” he replied. “I’m really glad you’re my daddy. If it would have been anyone else I would have ran away to you so you could be my daddy because you’re the best” Lia said to Grayson and my pregnant heart exploded. Tears immediately started leaking from my eyes. “Mama, why are you crying?” Addy asked. “I’m happy baby, I promise. I just love our family so much” I told her. “I love our family too,” Addy said climbing off of Gray’s lap and crawling into mine. “Be careful, Addy Rose. Mommy has your baby brother in there” Gray warned. Grayson was always on high alert and extremely overprotective when I was pregnant. “Gray?” I asked. “Yes, babe?” he asked. “Where’s PJ?” I asked. “Uhh, I dunno. She was listening to the story” he admitted. “MOMMY! LOOK!” Lia pointed outside. I looked to see a small, three-year-old PJ on the sidewalk. “GRAYSON” I shouted as he leaped out of the house to chase our toddler. “Paisley Jane Dolan” Gray shouted as she looked at her daddy. She quickly realized that it was Grayson and not Uncle Ethan so she did what any other kid on a mission would do. She ran. “PJ DOLAN” Grayson shouted. “Where are you going little miss?” he asked as he ran towards her. She turned sharply in front of Ethan’s house that was a little way down from our own. She couldn’t quite get the door open so that’s where her dad finally caught up to her. “PJ, why were you outside? You know not to go outside when mommy or daddy isn’t with you” Grayson reprimanded. “I wanted Uncle Effin” PJ cried out. Addy was a mommy’s girl. Lia was a daddy’s girl but PJ? She was Uncle Ethan’s girl and none of us are quite sure why. “Baby, if you wanted Uncle Ethan just ask and we all could have gone to visit” Grayson explained. “NO! Just me! My uncle Effin” PJ cried. Grayson walked her home then let her sit in the time out chair for running outside. “Why is she so stuck on Ethan?” I asked. “Maybe because he has all the boys?” Gray suggested. “Who knows but it looks like we’re going to have to extra childproof the house” I sighed. “I’ll head to Home Depot now. You want me to take the twins?” Gray asked. “If you want to” I shrugged. “Yeah that way you can try to relax and just keep an eye on PJ” Gray decided. He kissed me goodbye as he took the older two to Home Depot to get some things to turn our house into a prison-like structure so PJ doesn’t try to escape to Uncle E’s again.

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Ethan, on the other hand, had three boys. Bentley Grant was his first. He was born in between the twins and Paisley. Next was Dawson Michael and he was born a few months after PJ. Dawson and Bentley were about 15 months apart. Their last boy was born when Dawson was 2. Lennox Gray Dolan was the last boy of Ethan’s herd but it wouldn’t be Ethan Dolan without an oopsie baby. When Little Lennox was 4, Ethan’s wife found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. This time, a girl. The baby of the Dolan Clan was Miss Lorelai Penelope and she was wrapped around everyone’s finger. When Lorelai was born Addison and Amelia were 8, Bentley was 7, Paisley was 6, Dawson was 5, Lennox was 4, Hunter was 3, and Grant was 2.

The four oldest Dolan children had all graduated high school. Addison was into Graphic Design and attending a school in Manhattan, New York. Amelia who was always a little more family-based stayed close and is going to a community college to be a teacher. Bentley being the oldest boy always felt responsible for his siblings and cousins. He wanted to go to school but he didn’t want to go across the country. He got many scholarships for lacrosse all across the country. He decided to stay close to home and accepted a full ride in Lacrosse at Rutgers University. Meanwhile, PJ is traveling the country with two friends. She’d always been a free spirit so her parents knew she wasn’t going to school which was entirely her choice. Y/N and Grayson agreed a long time ago that they would support their children in whatever decision they made (to an extent) as long as they graduated high school. That was the deal. Dawson was a senior in high school. Lennox was a junior, Hunter and Grant were sophomores meanwhile Lorelai was an 8th grader.

Hunter and Grant as the youngest children but the only boys on Gray’s side were very protective of their mother. Addy was closer to Y/N as she was quieter and not so loud. Lia, on the other hand, was Gray’s little girl. PJ loved both of her parents but rarely favored one over the other. If anything her go to was her Uncle E. Hunter and Grant though? Complete and utter, mama’s boys. Grant was a lot closer to his dad than Hunter was. Grayson never took offense. The kids need people they could confide in whether it was him or his wife. He was just glad that each child could trust someone. The Dolan boys being in close in age as they are they were practically another set of twins. Now that Bentley was gone, Dawson is the leader which is good because he’s the next most responsible as he takes after his mom. Dawson drove everyone to school except Lorelai. Ethan took his little girl to school every day and no one- I mean NO ONE argued with him about it.

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It’s a Wednesday in the middle of March, just a couple weeks before Spring Break. Grant and Hunter are walking to their 10th Grade English class that they conveniently had together. They were about halfway there when Ryan Sawyer, the senior quarterback made a comment under his breath which Hunter quickly reacted to. “What did you just say?” Hunter growls. Grant quickly following behind his brother. “I said I saw your mom last night. Not sure how your dad hasn’t suffocated from how fat she-” before Ryan could even finish his sentence Hunter had socked him straight across the jaw. You do not mess with Y/N Dolan especially in the presence of Grayson Hunter Dolan. Ryan’s little minions quickly followed suit. Grant was throwing punches to the minions while Hunter and Ryan rolled around trying to get dominance over the other. Soon enough Dawson stumbled upon the incident trying to get everyone off of each other before a teacher knew what happened but it was too late. The dean was halfway to the scene. “Let my little cousin go before I kick your ass” Dawson threatened. Ryan’s friend let Grant go in fear of Dawson. Ryan and Hunter still rolling around on the floor. Ryan’s nose bloodied. Hunter’s knuckles cracked open and a tear on his lip. Grant has a cut over his eyebrow. Mr. Scott, the dean had walked up to the scene. His voice boomed as yelled for the boys to stop. Ryan, Hunter, Grant, Dawson, and a couple of Ryan’s friends followed the dean to his office. “Dolan what happened,” Mr. Scott said as they sat in silence. “C’ mon speak,” he said. “Uh sir three of us are Dolan’s” Dawson explained. “What?” “These two are my cousins” Dawson explained. “Well, I was talking to you explain”. “Honestly I don’t know. I walked up to a fist fight and got Grant off of Ryan’s friend then you showed up” Dawson explained. “Someone tell me what happened” Mr. Scott boomed. “The little Dolan wussies got bent out of shape because they couldn’t take a joke,” Ryan said. “Watch it Ryan” Dawson threatened. “Ryan, the rest of you that aren’t Dolan’s can go” Mr. Scott ordered. “Boys, tell me what happened. I know how Mr. Sawyer is so I trust you’ll be honest with me because I’ve never seen either of you in my office”. “Ryan made a comment about my mom and it wasn’t just like a joke. He called her fat and I just got mad so I punched him. Then his minions went after Grant so it was just some big ordeal then Dawson came in to try to stop it before you got there. I’m sorry” Hunter explained. “Don’t apologize, kid. You stuck up for your mom. I would’ve done the same thing. Your dad raised you well” Mr. Scott said. “Thank you, sir,” Hunter said. “You’re still going to have consequences as it was on school grounds, both of you” “What about all of them?!?” Hunter argued. “I’ll call them down once you leave and they’ll get a longer suspension for starting it. I know Dawson here will keep me to it” “You bet your ass” Dawson said. “You, have three days for taking the first swing. Your brother has two for fighting them. They’ll get suspended for 5 for antagonizing. I’m going to call your dad. You two head to the nurse and get cleaned up. Dawson keep an eye on them” Mr. Scott said as Dawson nodded.

The nurse wiped the blood off the boys. Thankfully all the cuts and scrapes were superficial. Soon enough Grayson showed up to take his two youngest home. “Boys, what the hell was this?” Grayson asked. “I’m sorry dad. He said something about mom and I just lost it” Hunter explained. “He said something about your mom?” Grayson asked his older son. “Yeah, he was like I saw your mom last night. I don’t know how your dad doesn’t suffocate with how fat then I didn’t hear the rest because I was beating the shit out of him” Hunter explained. “Grant why are you suspended?” Gray asked. “I started fighting the kids’ friends and I wasn’t going to sit back while he was talking shit about mom. Dolan boys don’t fuck with that” Grant said. “You’re damn straight, son. I can’t believe this kid has the audacity to make a sexual comment insulting my wife, what nerve. For his information, I would love to be suffocated by- DAAAD ENOUGH” Grant yelled as Grayson chuckled.

Grayson wasn’t sure what to tell his wife. He knew she would be mad at the suspension but should he tell her why the kids were in a fight. All the girls managed to get in little to no trouble in school so where did they go wrong with the boys? Is what was crossing Y/N’s had as she heard Gray’s voicemail from about an hour ago while she was in a meeting. She opened the front door and shut it with a little more force than she anticipated. “Grayson Hunter and Grant Oliver, in here now!” Y/N yelled. Both the boys and their dad walked into the living room. “What the hell happened today? A THREE DAY SUSPENSION?” Y/N yelled. “Grant was just helping me. I started it, ma” Hunter said. “Grayson Hunter, since when do you fight people?” Y/N asked. “He said something mean and I got angry” he explained. “What did he say?” she asked but no one wanted to tell her. They all loved Y/N too much to let a dumb 17-year old make her feel shit about herself. “Tell me or I am canceling Spring Break in a couple of weeks, so help me Grayson Hunter” she threatened. Hunter looked at his brother then at his dad. All of them shaking their head in agreement. No one was telling her. “Fine then go to your room’s. I’m canceling the trip” Y/N said. Grayson knew his wife was upset and that he needed to calm her down. “We’re still going on that trip,” Grayson said. “No, we aren’t. They aren’t getting suspended then turning around and going to Cancun. Grayson have you lost your mind?” she asked. “No, babe but I know what the kid said that upset Hunter” Gray explained. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” she asked. “He was defending you, baby,” Gray said simply. “What?” she turned looking at her husband. “The kid Hunter punched made a comment about your weight and it was in a sexual sense. He was just protecting his momma” Grayson explained. “What did the little punk say?” she asked. “Something how he saw you out last night and wasn’t sure how I hadn’t suffocated because of how um” Grayson paused. “Fat I am?” Y/N asked. “Yeah” Gray whispered. There was a thick pause filled with silence. “Jokes on him though, I would love to suffocate between your thighs babe” Gray smirked trying to lift the mood. “Why are kids so mean Gray?” she asked her husband. “Babe, don’t let some kid get to you. Not when you have two sons that kicked his ass in your name baby, in your honor” Grayson said wiping the tears from his wife’s face. “Why don’t we bring them down and tell them they're still going on Spring Break, yeah?” Gray asked and Y/N nodded. Hunter came down first looking at his mom. “Ma, why are you crying? Do I have to kick dad’s ass too?” “Good luck with that, son” Gray chuckled. “Your dad told me what really happened at school today,” Y/N said as Grant finally made his way into the kitchen. “He told me what that boy said to you guys” Y/N explained. “You’re not fat, ma. You’re beautiful” Hunter said. “Thank you, baby” Y/N smiled. “Thank you for putting that kid in his place for me, honey. Both of you, actually. Your brother got a couple cuts himself” Y/N observed running her finger over Grant’s cuts. “I’m sorry, I was so angry” Y/N apologized. “It’s alright, we weren’t mad. I should’ve handled it better” Hunter admitted. “No, you defend your mom just like you should’ve. Just don’t make it a habit, boys” Grayson interjected. “We’re still going to go to Cancun. I can’t take that away from my boys. Thank you for defending me today” she said hugging her two babies that towered a few inches over her. “I’ll do it again any day for you ma,” Hunter said. “Me too. Any day, anyone. No one messes with the Dolans” Grant added. “I love my boys,” Y/N said as Grayson added himself to the group hug. The Dolan family was a little chaotic at times but every one of them defended their name just like their Poppy Sean would want them too.

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poguesholland · 3 years

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Marco Polo | Grayson Dolan

A game of Marco Polo in the pool with your best friend, Grayson, ends up revealing some hidden feelings.

Warnings: two curse words?

A/N: This is from my Wattpad, enjoy!

"Okay, one more round" Grayson, your bestfriend, pleads as Ethan closes the glass door. You nod and giggle, closing your eyes and beginning to count to twenty. You randomly swim around in the pool wherever you heard water splash until you got to twenty.

"Marco!" You call out, excitement bubbling in you as you always win at this game. Grayson wasn’t the most discrete swimmer, always splashing around and bursting into laughter.

Silence fills the air and suspense fills your body, feeling confused about why Grayson hasn't said 'Polo' by now. It was one of the games’ rules. You feel someone's hot breath against your lips and a deep voice speaks up making chills run through your body, "Polo”.

Your eyes flutter open to see that Grayson’s face is inches away from yours. A shocked look covers your face as Grayson locks eyes with you, not expecting him to be standing so close.

His eyes flicker from mine to your lips and he leans in slowly. Your eyes move to his lips then to his eyes hesitantly, heart beating out of your chest. What the hell was Grayson about to do? There was no way he felt that way about you. No way.

Grayson keeps his eyes on yours, reaching a hand up to caress your face. You find yourself leaning into his touch, closing your eyes for a second to register all of this. You open them and Grayson had his bottom lip held between his teeth, looking at you so intently.

This was wrong.

Both of his hands slowly trail down to your waist, gripping tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb rubs your waist, making goosebumps spread across your body.

He’s been your best friend since you were in diapers; yeah you’ve had a crush on him but you tried your best to push past it so you didn’t ruin your friendship.

Your faces were inches a part, noses bumping against each other softly and chests pressed against each other. Where did all of this come from?

But You couldn’t to stop him,

Your hands go up to his built chest, lips parted in anticipation as you breathe heavily because of how nervous you were. Was Grayson actually going to do this?

Or yourself.

He parts his lips lightly as he tilts his head, the eye contact just making you even more flustered.

You wanted this so badly.

Grayson slowly leans down to your head level and licks his lips, giving your eyes one last glance before his soft lips pressed against yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him back immediately, melting into the kiss you’d been daydreaming about for so long. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. The heat of the kiss rushes through your veins, giving you chills.

You would have never imagined his lips would feel this perfect against your lips. This was so wrong, but they felt so good.

The kiss was so passionate, his soft lips moving against yours in sync. Graysons hands slide further back your waist, to meet at the small of your back which pushes you impossibly close to him.

The kiss was more perfect that you had imagined.

His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth, as if he were asking for permission. You grant it, letting him enter and explore your mouth with his muscle. The kiss becomes sloppier as your teeth clash against each other, but that only makes it more heated.

You didn’t know that kissing your best friend would feel so good.

His hands grip the back of your thighs and lift you up quickly, making you squeal. You wrap them around his waist, since he could reach the bottom better than you could. Grayson smiles against your lips, "You’re so cute”. A blush settles on your cheeks and you look away in embarrassment.

Taking you by surprise, he tilts his head to where you were looking and forcefully pushes his lips against yours. He tilts both of your heads back to face his original position, and kisses you deeply once again. Your hands slide from the back of his neck to his face, cupping it as your lips locked together.

You smile into the kiss, causing Grayson to smile as you both pulled away. “I really like you, Y/N." Grayson mumbled against your lips, his happy expression fading as he awaited your response. Your chest aches at the sight of his upset face, knowing that you do have feelings for him. You always have, and have always tried to convince yourself otherwise.

“I’ve had feelings for you since forever ago, but I was too scared to-" He continues but to shut him up, resting your forehead against his. Your y/e/c eyes meet his hazel eyes and they bite into each other, the silence of the moment relaxing us.

“I really like you too, Gray." You whisper against his lips, cheeks unintentionally turning a bright shade of red. A cheeky grin spreads on his face before you lean in and connect your lips into a soft kiss, making Graysons heart race.

“Aww, finally! You guys are so cute! Kristina, aren’t they so cute?” Ethan exclaims and Kristina agrees excitedly, making both of you jump. “What the fuck, Ethan!” Grayson yells at him, making you stifle your laughter as you hide your head in his neck.

“Sorry, sorry! We’ll let you guys get back to what you were doing, C’mon Ethan” Kristina pulled him into the house. Grayson leans down to leave a kiss on your shoulder as you laughed into his neck. “Just don’t fuck in my swimming pool, I swim in there y’know-” Ethan says and your face turns more flushed than ever.

“Get the fuck out!” Grayson yells at his brother, making Ethan stumble inside. He shakes his head as you giggle at how angry he was, making him pull away from you so you took you head off his shoulder and faced him. “You find that funny, huh?” Grayson teased, raising his eyebrows as you shook your head, but your laughter said otherwise.

“You’re hot when you’re angry” You state honestly, leaving a kiss on Grayson’s cheek. He immediately becomes flustered, now becoming his turn to hide his face in your neck as you laugh once more.

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godcent · 3 years

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paycheck - g.b.d.

cw: homewrecking, verbal/physical humiliation, unprotected sex.

“i want you in my office in five, y/n. is that clear?” she hissed. “crystal.” i huffed. i didn’t see the point. i knew what was bound to happen.

i gathered my things and headed upstairs to my dreadful meeting with my manager, vivienne. my heart wrenched more and more with every click of my over-priced work heels. every pair of eyes i passed seem to stick as i walked.

i laid out on my way to the office every possible scenario in my head. but my train of thought circled back to one in specific every time. i was about to be fired.

vivienne had been nagging me about my expectations for weeks almost. she didn’t like for the truth to get out.

i tidied up my skirt before twisting the door knob. at the conference table sat vivienne alongside her useless husband, grayson. he’s lucky he’s so gorgeous. otherwise i don’t think he’d still have a placement in this establishment.

“have a seat.” she commanded. i slid one of the chairs from under the table. “now, y/n. i think you know why you’re here.” i took a seat in the black office chair. “yes, ma’am, i do. can i be frank with you?” i leaned in. she nodded quickly in approval. “i think it’s bullshit.” i spoke plainly.

“excuse me?” she scoffed. “would you like me to repeat myself, ma’am?” i smiled. “listen here, y/n. the things that you’ve been saying about both me and this corporation are completely inappropriate. we’ve discussed this in the past and i won’t put up with it anymore. got it?”

“you must not have the capability to handle the truth, ms. vivienne.” i pouted. “okay i have had enough of this! you’ve embarrassed me, you’ve embarrassed this establishment, and frankly you’ve embarrassed yourself along the way.” she raised her voice. “okay, viv. i think you need to calm down.” grayson stepped in.

she took a step back, looking astonished, almost. “alright, grayson. why don’t you deal with her?” she stormed abruptly out the door.

we marinated in the painful silence of the office. i let the adrenaline in my veins build up before getting up from my seat. “you heard her,” i began, walking toward him with my finger on the glass table.

i smiled sweetly and straddled his waist. i tilted his head to the side. slowly, i leaned closer and closer to his ear. “deal with me, grayson.” i whispered.

i looked again into his starry eyes and grabbed hold of his hand. he watched at my wet lips in awe as i slid his muscly hand up my thigh. he quickly drew me in and pressed his soft, pink lips on mine.

keeping his one hand on my upper thigh, he ran the other frantically through my hair. i gradually leaned further and further into the steamy kiss with every second. my hips rolled eagerly onto his lap, the feeling of his hardening cock growing more potent as i continued.

i felt on his perfectly groomed beard. his skin was soft. he smelled vividly of over-priced cologne and it was absolutely inebriating.

i licked the taste of him off my lips when he pulled away. he looked down at his anxious hands as he undid his pant zipper. i watched carefully, waiting for him to be revealed. my soaking cunt ached at the sight of the bulging imprint in his boxer briefs.

i looked back up at his face, dazzled. the smirk he beamed let me know he was well used to this look. he pulled his cock quickly out of the waistband of his underwear, the same look in his eye.

he lifted my skirt in order to inspect my clothing situation. i impatiently watched his attack. his hands slid around the crotch area of my black panty hoes. i gasped as i heard the fabric torn apart right under me.

he kissed gently around my jaw. “i wanna watch you bounce on this cock for me. can you do that, y/n?” he whispered. i could feel the pulsating beat of my cunt intensify at his words. i nodded.

i positioned myself on his upright sat tip to perfection. his hands wrapped around my waist in a tenderly fashion.

i winced as he slowly pushed my body onto his dick. “yeah,” he began. “just like that...”

it felt almost as if i could feel him in my stomach. i gripped onto the chair back behind him as i bounced up and down, quicker and quicker with every minute.

i threw my head back, releasing a desperate moan on the way. quicker than i could blink, his hand slid between my parted lips. his fingers crept down my throat. “shut up, bitch.” he scolded.

i sucked slowly on his fingers as i rode his cock, my eyes drawn to his. i hummed against his hand in ecstasy, earning another push down my throat.

the feeling of his hands tangled and tugging on my hair was deliciously painful. he quickened the pace, moving me up and down by my locks. i fluttered my eyelashes.

“you like that? don’t you, slut?” his jaw clenched. he pulled the two fingers in my mouth down, stretching my jaw wide open. “let me see that tongue.” my tongue slid slowly out of my mouth at his command.

i smiled subtly as i felt his warm spit on my tongue. he shoved his two fingers down my throat, triggering my gag reflex once more.

his hands proceeded to my ass as they felt around aimlessly. i could feel my walls tighten around him at his simple touch. the profanity uttered under my breath was quickly muted by grayson. “didn’t i tell you to be quiet, bitch? didn’t i?” he grit his teeth. yes, i nodded.

i furrowed my brows, intimidated by the piercing stare he gave me. i felt his cock pulsate inside of me as he grunted. “god, you’re gonna make me cum.” he thrusted his hips forcibly into my gushing cunt.

our bodies slammed together a few times more before i felt him release right in my core.

as he pulled himself out of me, i could feel his juices trickle down my cunt. the feeling was relieved with a quick swipe of grayson’s finger. while one hand held my mouth open, the other was feeding his warm, fresh cum down my throat. i sucked every last drop from his fingertips.

“ you don’t seem so mouthy anymore, do you?”

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vinylhazza · 3 years

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I couldn’t stop thinking about it so here is a One Couch Concept for you 🤍🛋

When The Night Rolls In

A is short and B is tall, so B sleeps with their back to the sofa and hugs A to keep them from falling to the floor. (it’s a really small sofa)

not only had the falling leaves started to change the burnt colors of autumn, but the knowledge that halloween is creeping closer was starting to set in.

y/n knew it was graysons favorite time of year—he nearly screamed when he spotted the halloween section in the grocery store. he’d piled bags of candy into his arms so mountainous she’d had to stop at least five times to pick up a bag or two, frustrated that he hadn’t grabbed a basket on the way in. his wide smile softened her heart, however.

he’d even already climbed up to the storage area where he keeps his insane amount of decorations, pulling each piece out with admiration and excitement. dread was eating away at her stomach at the mere thought of putting the decorations away at the end of the month, pouting to herself and knowing he will be heartbroken again. she wasn’t ready for a pouty grayson.

“it’s quite actually the superior holiday,” he’d said in the midst of the madness, boxes scattering the floor around her, “what other holiday can you be completely insane on purpose? also, tiny ghosts statues.”

she’d broken the statue he’d tossed down to her, which in turn got her many glares throughout the day, in which the house transformed into a halloween wonderland. halloween for grayson was her christmas after all. while she had snowmen and nutcrackers, he had stackable pumpkins and tiny ghosts statues. he accepted and participated in her christmas madness, the least she could do was entertain his halloween obsession for him.

it was the time that made him most happy and giddy like a child waiting for santa. he was waiting on ghouls and goblins instead, the movies that made her jump and sink back into his chest, the buckets of candy, the outlandish costumes he always seems to create, the haunted houses, and the pumpkins - dear God the infamous dolan carving party.

it was truly a production to say the least. every year (at least for the past three years they’d been dating) the twins would cover every table and every chair with a table cloth or two along with a spread of carvings tools, stencil, sharpies, candles, and dozens of pumpkins.

friends and family knew what to expect when they walked in the door. they were to expect jump scares, fake cobwebs and spiders, halloween treats (cookies, candy, cider, covered pretzels, etc.), graysons massive goggles in honor of the end of night pumpkin fight, a costume he’d been working on all year, and a ticket stand to vote on the movie of choice for the evening.

it made him happy, so it made her happy too.

her favorite part was the movies. her father was a horror movie buff himself, so she had a particular soft spot for the films. from the beginning to the end of the month a fort would be formed in the living room for movie nights. the was a schedule hanging on the entertainment center of what movie was dedicated to each night.

It was the 3rd, Hocus Pocus night, one of Y/n’s favorites. halloween never felt the same without it, and they even had repeat nights because how could you not?

Grayson had his back to the loveseat, talking every now and then about his plans for the carving party and the giant custom skeleton hand he’s making for in front of the house.

It’s nice to feel the rumble of his chest against her back, listening to him talk excitedly of the props he’s going to get and how many people he thinks will show up. It’s usually double in size each year. Once word get’s out about the massive projector outside, the popcorn bar, the homemade haunted maze, everyone is wanting an invite.

y/n watches Max light the black flame candle, snuggling back against Grayson’s sweater and pulling the blanket up beneath her chin. she knows what happens next, smiling when they run through the sprinklers, book in hand.

Watching this movie with him is always the best part of the month, simply for the commentary and his love for the Billy Butcherson, the sweetest zombie she’d ever seen. he was always her favorite as a kid. It was just another thing she and grayson has in common.

after a long day of decorating, she’s beat from it all. she knows Grayson won’t mind if she dozes off for a few minutes, and finds her eyelids drooping with each passing minute. she wants to see the end even if she’d seen it a thousand times before, but knows realistically she might not making it if Grayson keeps playing with her hair the way he always does.

Graysons grip around her waist tightens as her body begins to grow limp with sleep overtaking her. he holds her up against him, his chin atop her head, pressing a kiss against her hair.

“you’re really doing Billy dirty right now,” he teases, securing the blanket over her shoulders and closing his own eyes for a few seconds, long enough to appreciate the feeling of her leaning against him, the scent of the pumpkin spice candle burning on the coffee table, and the cool wind blowing through the open windows.

she doesn't respond, off somewhere in dreamland where there are no zombies or witches or candles with black flames. she’s dreaming of nights that feel like this, lazy, comfortable and quiet with the love of her life.

she doesn't wake when the movie ends, even with the sound of the ending credits and Graysons snoring. he’d finally fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around her, the candle blown out (he’d had a tough time blowing that out with her deadweight against him).

maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, sleeping upright with a girl you love more than anything - even halloween. the pumpkins stacked and crowding the back wall, the Michael Myers cardboard cutout staring through the living room dimly lit by the tv, the feeling of Y/n breathing steadily against him. it could lull anyone to sleep.

when he wakes he keeps her still, laughing at her messy hair and smoothing it with his hand, leaning down to kiss her cheek and watch her for a while. he’s overwhelmed sometimes, that she exists and she puts up with his ridiculous obsessions in the graceful way that she does. he loves her for it.

he loves that she seems to be the only one on the face of the earth that likes candy corn as much as he does, that she has a favorite halloween blanket covered in tiny frankensteins, and that she always attempts to beat him in the pumpkin carving contest. her trophy is a kiss, a gentle peck that gives him butterflies without fail. he's seen the pictures, all that she’d snapped herself, framed in the bedroom. they look happy, glowing actually.

he’s chilled by the morning air, but warm inside at the sight of the movie playing for the surely fourth or fifth time since they’d fallen asleep, and the smile she gives him when her eyes finally open.

sure, they are both sore from sleeping sitting up on the hardwood floor, stomach’s begging for real food (not the orange icing covered sugar cookies she’d baked before the movie, Grayson being the dedicated sprinkle man which he took entirely too seriously.

there are a few things they know after a night of blissfully uncomfortable sleep. they know they need to get up. grayson knows he’d never been so in love with someone in his whole life. y/n knows she would spend a thousand nights falling asleep against him on the floor. they both know that they love their simple little life filled with extravagant holidays with too many decorations, an abundance of stolen kisses, and movie marathons that mean more to the both of them than they could ever explain.

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elitegrayson · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”

“bloody mary and a long island coming up!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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livexdolan · 3 years

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Frat!Grayson Concept train - Masterlist

(Gif credits go to the wonderful @vintagedolan)

Part 1: Y/n’s been keeping a secret from Grayson for years. Now it’s come out and everyone’s either physically or emotionally paying for it

Part 2: time for a road trip. Time to move on and keep pushing forward. Until y/n finds out she’s going to be stuck next to the one person she’s trying to move on from.

Part 3: the tension between y/n and Grayson comes to a head. Grayson admits to something that causes a physical confrontation, just not the one you’re expecting.

The Lodge Inspo

Part 4: The gang finally arrives at the cabin- something surprising waits for them. Grayson and Ethan confess a secret. Y/n’s feelings are hurt. Again. Grayson and Y/n finally have a talk- but does it do more harm than good?

Part 5: Y/n and Grayson are starting to feel frustrated by physical and emotional problems. After the rest of the group arrives- tensions rise as the two are forced into confronting each other. Y/n realizes she can’t run from her feelings any longer.

Part 6: Grayson and y/n have an important talk. Both learn what jealousy really is and how jeopardizing it can be.

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blazedgraysons · 4 years

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Could we get a part 2 to the virgin concept please... Maybe their first time idk

a/n: holy shit, i’m so sorry that it took me so fucking long to finish out my requests. i’ve just been feeling super disconnected from tumblr, but here’s a little something as i get back into wanting to write and post. i’m gonna be clearing out my inbox over the next few days (not that there’s anything to clear lmaoo, i have like four requests I want to do), but if anyone wants to send me something, i would love to write it for you! many kisses, angels, thank you for reading anything i write. i really appreciate it <333

warnings: loss of virginity, more first times, an overuse of the word fuck and probably the softest smut you’ll ever see on this account.

(this isn’t really a series, but it’s suggested you read this and this first.)

“Stop trying to be sexy.”

Grayson’s outside, doing pull-ups, soft grunts spilling out of his mouth with every rep. He looks up, a bright smile on his face when he sees you standing at the entrance of the backyard.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He says, dropping down from the bar to move towards you.

“That’s more than enough, sometimes.” It was true; recently, it seemed you could be turned on by nothing more than just Grayson being Grayson. “Are you done, amour?”

He nods, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before walking towards the bathroom. You follow, sitting on his bed to scroll through your phone while he gets ready for a post-workout shower. Since the two of you have been taking your relationship further, everything’s escalated between you two - this unavoidable tension growing whenever you’re near each other. If anything, it was like waiting for the drop on a never-ending rise of a roller-coaster. You both knew what you were leading to, but neither of you brave enough to take the fall.

“Hey, have you seen my towel?”

And there was this part, the relentless teasing between the two of you. It was like the two of you knew about this cat-and-mouse game you two were stuck in, wanting to see who could give in first. Lingering touches whenever Grayson passes by you, warm hands always on your lower back and upper thigh. And, of course, the always semi-nakedness. He stood at the doorway, skin still shining with sweat from his workout and underwear low on his hips, showing off his abs and deep v-line. His constant working out recently has been paying off, appreciation present on your face as your eyes slowly drag down his frame.

“Y/N.” His voice roughly comes out, breaking your concentration of following a bead of sweat through the contours of his muscles. You hadn’t noticed your tongue slowly swiping over your lips, Grayson’s mouth drying at the small movement. You look up at him, trying to act as innocent as you can after getting caught checking out your boyfriend.

“My towel?” You don’t comment on how his voice is a few octaves deeper, instead choosing just to shrug.

“Probably in the wash. Just grab a new one.” He nods, watching you bite your lip as you continue to work yourself up over your own thoughts. You really weren’t joking when you had said that his presence was more than enough to turn you on, and he was starting to find it really attractive. He’s a simple man, and knowing his girlfriend finds him attractive is a healthy ego-boost, enough to make him want to see how far he can push you.

He walks over to you slowly, feeling a little stupid at this whole seduction attempt. The look in your eyes, however, resolves any insecurity he might be feeling.

“What… what are you doing?” You ask, stuttering slightly as you become eye-to-eye with his dick. You move forward to touch him, slip a small hand underneath his underwear, anything, but before you can, he stops you. He leans down to cage you in, arms on both sides of your body, so you’re face-to-face. He’s close, close enough that you can make out every minuscule detail on his face. He glances down at your lips, eyes several shades darker than when this whole interaction started, and you can’t help but moan softly, clenching your thighs as he moves closer. You feel the heat radiating off of him, and it’s like the two of you are feeding off of each other's energy, growing more turned on without having done anything yet.

He traces a palm along your inner thigh, stroking softly. Before he reaches where you want him the most, he reaches past you to grab his phone lying on the bed behind you.

“Forgot my phone.” He waves the iPhone in his hand before turning back to use the shower, laughing at the long slew of curses you’re throwing out at him. He knows that however long his shower is will be more than enough time for you to forgive him, being apart giving the both of you time to calm down. And if it isn’t, he knows just the way to apologize. He palms himself lightly, turning the water down to a colder temperature than he would’ve liked, but wanting to kill his throbbing hard-on. He knows he promised he’d wait for you, giving you however much time you needed to feel comfortable enough to sleep with him. However, he’s still a man in his prime, and he can’t help craving more than sloppy blowjobs and unpolished hand jobs. He craves you in the most intimate way, and it seems harder and harder to resist picturing you underneath him, softly moaning out with sharp nails trailing down his back, his mouth marking up your chest.

He shakes his head, almost as if trying to physically clear the image from his head. He was more than happy to wait weeks, months, even years until you were ready to be with him in that way, and he wasn’t going to let whatever fantasies he had ruin that. What the two of you needed was a hard-reset, something to break this rising tension between the two of you. He hops in the shower, shivering slightly under the cold water while coming up with a plan to romance you in the way you deserve.

When he’s finished, he walks out, surprised to see you with damp hair and a sundress on, seeming to have taken your own shower in the meantime. You smile up at him, already have forgotten the teasing from earlier. Grayson’s stomach somersaults at your soft smile, heart beating out of his chest with unbridled love for you.

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.”

It takes about 30 minutes for him to get everything together, ordering some food to be delivered to his house before you find yourself in the passenger seat of his Tesla, hair blowing in the wind as you sing along softly to the Kid Cudi song playing in the background. He looks over, smiling at the way your skin seems to shine gold in the setting sun. You hadn’t questioned where he was taking you yet, moreso curious at the changing scenery as you drive further and further out of L.A.

“You’re not kidnapping me, right? This is the part where you finally get sick of me?” You joke, hopefully trying to prod some information out of your uncharacteristically silent boyfriend.

“You can never be romantic, huh?” He laughs, looking at you over a pair of sunglasses. After about 45 minutes, you arrive at the beach, car parked near the sand. Grayson grabs the food out of the backseat, handing you the blanket that stays in the trunk of his car.

“A picnic on the beach?” You tease lightly. “Very cliche, Dolan.” He laughs, grabbing your hand.

“Humor me.”

He leads you along the shore, waves providing a background melody to whatever meaningless conversation the two of you are having. The moment he finds a spot he feels is secluded enough, he sets the blanket and food down, pulling you into his lap.

“You’re never this nice to me.” You raise an eyebrow jokingly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pepper light kisses along his face and neck, humming appreciatively.

“What do you mean, I’m always nice to you. Besides, can’t I spoil my gorgeous girlfriend?”

“Mhm, but you’re laying it on kinda heavy.”

“You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes playfully before taking out the food, handing you your meal before digging into his. You can’t help but admire the adonis of a man in front of you, the sunset giving him the infamous golden hour wash. He’s chewing on one of the sandwiches he ordered, concentrated heavily on the vegan goodness in front of him. He looks up at you, poking your face slightly.

“Quit staring. S’not nice.” He jokes, feeding you one of the chips. You don’t know why, but that simple act of domesticity does it for you, images of the future flashing in your mind. You see every part of your and Grayson’s life together, coming together like pieces of a puzzle. It seems overly apparent that there’s nobody else for you except for him, and you start to feel overwhelmed with love for him. There’s no doubt in your mind about what you want to do next.

“So, there's something I’ve been thinking about recently.” He turns to you, still chewing on his food. He cocks his head, giving you a sign to continue.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” His eyebrows furrow, confused at the lack of explanation.

“Ready to, y’know.” You trail off, tilting your head in hopes he’ll catch on to what you’re insinuating. When he still looks at you with a blank expression, you move your hand towards his dick, palming lightly over his pants.

“Oh.. oh!” He swallows deeply. “Are you sure, angel? I’m not trying to rush you or anything, just did this because I love you.” Your heart melts even further, and you lean forward, capturing his lips in between yours.

“Of course. Not doing this out of a whim or anything; I want it to be you because I love you. You knew that.” He laughs softly, pulling you closer to him for a light kiss. You lean forward, kissing him deeper, running your hands through his hair and shifting in his lap, trying to guide him in the direction you desired without saying anything.

“Now?” He questions. You nod, already leaning back in to keep kissing him. He pulls back.

“Are you sure, angel? I could make this better, get us a nice room, take you out to a nice dinner beforehand?”You shake your head. Whatever Grayson had planned in his mind, this was so much better - more the two of you.

“This is perfect, amour.” You assure, already leaning back into to continue where you left off. He holds your shoulder, stopping you from going in for the third time.

“Are you sure, Y/N? I want this to be perfect for you.” You stop, pouting slightly at his hesitation.

“Yes, amour. It’ll be perfect so long as I’m with you. Now, please. I don’t want to beg.” You whine, and if Grayson was any less of a man, he probably would’ve made you. However, he could feel you already growing warm in his lap, so he moves to kiss you, pulling you closer to him as he does. He feels every fiber of his being light up, electricity following wherever you touch him. You lean back, pulling on his shirt to get him to discard it. He takes it off quickly before leaning forward to kiss marks down your neck. You moan softly, trailing your nails slightly down his chest. You both lean back, breathing heavily as the sun sets completely, enveloping you two in darkness.

You take him in, not knowing what you want to do next. Even though this is your first time, you still want him to feel as good about this as you do, and so you move off his lap, him looking at you questionably. You lean down slightly, hands moving to unzip his pants. Before you could pull him out of his underwear, he stops you.

“Uh-uh, this is about you.” He grips your jaw lightly, bringing you back up so your face-to-face with him.

“What if what I want is for you to cum with your dick in my mouth?” You narrow your eyes teasingly, moving back into his lap while watching as his own eyes widen at your bold statement.

“Fuck, where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?” You smile at his response, feeling his dick jump lightly underneath you. You roll your hips experimentally, swearing breathlessly when he grips your hips harder. He controls your movements, peppering kisses from your neck down to your chest.

“Fuck, Grayson. Please, I need more.” You’re not exactly sure what you’re asking for, but he, knowing you like the back of his hand by now, is already pulling your dress off. He groans slightly when your tits are exposed, nipples hardening due to the cold ocean air. He leans forwards, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly, circling the other nipple lightly. He switches sides once he’s had his fill, giving your other breast the same attention, watching as you arch your back into him. Once done, he kisses down the valley of your chest, stopping at the edge of your underwear.

“Lay back.” He whispers, moving you, so you’re laid out on the blanket. You don’t hesitate, leaning back on your elbows, so you don’t miss a single movement. He slips your underwear off, whispering a ‘fucking perfect’ once you're exposed to him. He glances up at you again, features illuminated by moonlight, and you can’t help thinking how that statement perfectly describes him as well: fucking perfect. He licks a long stripe before sucking on your clit slowly.

“Grayson!” You jolt, slowly growing wetter with every movement. He slips one finger in, moving slowly.

“Grayson, more.” You whine, bucking your hips. He places a palm down, trying to still your movements.

“I know, I know. Gotta stretch you out first.” He curls his finger a few times before adding another, and you moan louder. It’s slow torture, knowing that he’s right about prepping you properly but also just wanting him to fuck you already. He moves his hand to rub your clit, and you’re done, moaning loudly as your orgasm wrecks over your entire body. You knew it wasn’t going to take much, already having worked yourself up the whole day. He leans back, letting you catch your breath while he slips off his pants and boxers.

“You good?” He checks in, watching as you focus on his dick in front of you. He laughs slightly when you just nod wordlessly and reach forward to jerk him off, hand moving up and down his shaft. He moves out of the way to position himself in front of you, sudden nerves appearing in his stomach. He’s not a virgin at all, but he might as well be, any previous experience flying out the door at the thought of wanting to make this memorable for you. He starts to stress, feeling this overwhelming pressure to make everything perfect. You lean up and kiss the crease that’s appeared in between his eyebrows.

“Just relax.” You whisper.

“I should be the one telling you that.” He chuckles. He coats himself in your wetness before slowly moving his hips forward, thrusting into you softly. And you suddenly understand why he wanted to stretch you out first, because fuck, is he big. You knew it already, having spent a lot of time sucking him off, but feeling every inch slide further and further into you makes the statement even more true in your mind. You whimper softly, and he pauses all movements completely, kissing both your cheeks lightly.

“You okay, angel?” He reaches down, rubbing your clit to help with anything you’re feeling. You nod, taking a breath. It’s not unbearable pain, just a dull ache from a foreign feeling, but the longer he remains still inside you, the more you want him to continue. You moan gently when he throbs lightly, wrapping a leg around his hip to pull him closer to you.

“Fuck.” He whispers softly, staring down at where he’s bottomed out. He waits a moment, watching every expression on your face for any pain or discomfort. He starts to kiss along your neck and chest again, every kiss peppered with an unspoken vow of forever - knowing he had an unbreakable grip on your heart. You move your hips slightly, both of you moaning out when you squeeze around him. He rolls his pelvis into you, checking to see your response, and your eyes almost roll back from pleasure.

“Move. Please,” Your voice cracks and Grayson almost loses it at the expression on your face, knowing that this is all him. He’s the only man to ever make you feel this way, and if he had anything to do with it, it’d stay that way. He moves his hips again, watching as your face twists into pleasure, almost losing it at the way your velvet walls are gripping him. He picks up speed a little, still rubbing your clit consistently.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He rasps out, overwhelmed with deciding between to look at your face, breast moving with every thrust, or where his dick is entering and leaving your body. It’s almost like a sensory overload, and he prays he doesn’t cum too quickly to ruin this for you. You moan out loudly, not even having words to describe how you’re feeling, that being the only way to express how good he’s making you feel. Grayson thanks every higher power that the ocean is so loud, because between the wet noises from every thrust and your increasing moaning, he knows the two of you would’ve gotten caught in seconds.

“Fuck, angel. You’re doing so good for me, takin’ me so well.” You whimper loudly, eyes closing from his soft praises. He keeps that in mind, watching your reaction whenever he compliments you. He can tell your close, having spent enough time in between your legs to know when near cumming. Just as he thought, it only takes a few more seconds before you’re spilling on to his dick, back arching slightly. He stops, watching you so he can commit every moment to memory, kissing down your chest.

“Aren’t you going to cum too?” You ask, opening one eye when you still feel him rock hard inside you. He looks down at you, wanting to shake his head at your expression. Here you are, recovering from your second orgasm, and you’re worried about him.

“About to angel, wanted to see you cum first.” He murmurs, kissing your neck once again.

“Cum for me, Grayson. Please, inside of me.” And fuck, he was close, but that does it for him, thrusting once, twice, three times before cumming deep inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, kissing you lazily until he feels like he can speak again.

“How was it?” was the first question that comes to mind, not wanting for you to feel any regret.

“I think I have sand in my hair.” You respond.

“I meant the sex, you asshole.”

“It was perfect. You were perfect, amour.” He kisses you softly, moving your waist, so you’re closer to him. You pull back, and he takes you in under the moonlight, sandy hair (which he knows you’re going to bitch about later) and swollen lips. You look so dazed and love-stricken, and he’s sure that if he saw himself, he would have that same dopey expression on his face. He leans in to kiss you once more until you open your mouth to ask -

“Can we do that again?” He slips out of you, you shuddering at the emptiness that overtakes you.

“Whenever you want, angel.”

“Now?” It’s at that moment that Grayson notices his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thigh, and he can feel his dick hardening again.

“Fuck, give me 5, and then I’m all yours.”

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Missed You Too | G.D.

Part 3 of Hate You Too!!

A/N - hello!!!!! part 3 of my hyt series!!! v proud of this part tbh, and dropping it at 2:30 am bc I can’t keep it to myself any longer. lots of love as always pretty pls lmk what you think!!! (read the last part here) (amazing gif by @vintagedolan as per usual nothing but the best by the best)

Word Count - 8.8k

Warnings - the nasty as per usual, mentions of not a great family life

“Why have you been trying more vegan stuff?” Kacey asks as you walk down the refrigerated aisle of the grocery store. You’d just put egg replacer in your cart after examining it for five minutes.

You shrug, looking at the various food options as you pass by them. “I don’t know, I’ve just been intrigued by it lately I guess.”

“Is the boy who gives you the glow vegan?” You roll your eyes, because this has been Kacey’s way of not so subtly poking around in your life to figure out who made you cry. She’s only seen one person make you cry: your dad. So the fact that a ‘random kid’ has seemed to do it for you, she’s pushing hard.

Because it wasn’t just that night that got to you, it’s been almost every day since. For almost a week straight, you’ve been moping around and going through the motions of life because the thought of Grayson truly hating you was making you really fucking sad. And that’s terrifying.

You had been pretty good about hiding it, you thought, until Kacey knocked asking why you were crying when you didn’t know she’d gotten home from Ethan’s one day. And now she needed to know what caused you your pain.

So you told her it was a random kid you’d been talking to. She didn’t believe you for a second (rightfully so, it was a terrible lie) and she wouldn’t leave it alone. You loved her and her passion, but sometimes you wish she’d let it go.

“I don’t know if he’s vegan or not. Everyone’s cutting out animal products more and more these days and I thought it’d be cool to try it myself. Is that such a problem?” You snap at her and she just huffs and pipes down for the time being.

You guys make it to the produce section after venturing through the various aisles in complete silence. You’re inspecting peppers when she speaks up again.

“You can’t hide him from me forever, you know.”

“You really think I can’t?”

“Y/N, come on.” She nudges you, making you meet her eyes and you see the genuine concern in them.

You let out a breath, picking your peppers and putting them in the cart. “I don’t even know what’s going on in my head with all the shit that’s happened, how am I supposed to tell you?”

She frowns wrapping her arm around you in a bit of an awkward side hug, the cart sandwiching you against the various vegetables.

“Maybe talking it out with me will help? When did it start? When did you meet him?”

You purse your lips, not sure how much you’re willing to reveal to her. Because if we’re being honest, Ethan is going to hear about this. And if they put two and two together, Grayson will soon know you’re having all these feelings over him and that’s the last thing you could want.

“I’m not supposed to like him, that was never what we were to each other. I don’t like him, I don’t think. Or I didn’t. But when I pissed him off and he left? I don’t know why, but it just-” You shrug, sighing and grabbing the cart to keep walking around as your emotions quickly bubbled to the surface after being hidden deep within you for so long.

“Isn’t that what they always say, though? Love comes when you’re not looking for it.”

“Oh jesus Kacey,” you laugh, pausing to grab some onions. “I’m not in love.”

“Hey,” she holds her hands up in defense as she watches you bag the onions. “All I’m saying is I’ve never seen you so into someone before. Even when you talk about your exes you have less emotion than with this guy.”

You toss the onions in the cart before continuing to push it along. “But I shouldn’t be into him. I wasn’t into him. I can’t tell if I’m blocking my feelings down and that’s why I’m confused or-”

“That’s definitely the problem,” she laughs as she picks out the fruits she wants for the week.

You huff in annoyance because you know she’s right, but you don’t want to let that be true. “Maybe I just really like his dick.”

The old lady next you scowls before shaking her head and walking away. You and Kacey giggle with each other as your cheeks blush a bit.

“I don’t think any dick is that powerful. Not when vibrators exist - fuck no. You’ve got the feelings glow.”

“Stop, Kacey,” you groan, halting your movements to look at her. She raises her brow at you and crosses her arms. “I don’t have the feelings glow. You get that shit for someone you’re gonna love. I could never love this guy, I-” you shake your head and blink a few times to quell any frustrated tears that have popped up. “I can’t love him. He was a good fuck. Is a good fuck. In fact-”

Before Kacey can react, you’re phone from your sweatshirt and typing away.

“Y/N what are you doing?”

“Proving that’s all he is.” You lock your phone with a satisfied grin.

“What the fuck did you just do?”

“Set up a dick appointment. A no strings attached, feelings-less dick appointment.”

“With the guy?” At this point you’re speedwalking the cart to the check out with Kacey trailing behind while she tries to process your rather reckless actions.

“With the guy,” you confirm.

“You’re gonna regret this,” she warns.

You sigh, locking your phone again after seeing his response.

“Maybe.”

***

“You’re in a shlump dude.”

Grayson was cuddled deep into their couch, blankets all around him and an almost completely empty pint of vegan ice cream he had picked up the night before.

Ethan had just come in from a midafternoon run, his sweaty and bare chest heaving as he stood in front of his brother with his hands on his hips. They were polar opposites right now, and Grayson hadn’t even realized. Not until Ethan’s comment makes him look down at himself and back up.

He merely sighs, leaning forward to put the ice cream on the coffee table while Ethan watches.

“Is it the new soulmate of the month?”

Grayson looks down at his phone, no new notifications on his blank lock screen. He doesn’t realize that he’s zoned out until Ethan’s snapping in his face with a questioning look.

Grayson shakes his head, groaning and rubbing his hand over his face.

“Bro, I don’t know.” Ethan sits next to him, leaning back as he drinks some water. “She’s not-” he huffs, doing his best to collect his thoughts because he truly has no idea how to explain you or his situation to Ethan without revealing that it’s you. Because as much as he loved his brother, he knew Kacey knew about everything in Ethan’s life. And Ethan’s life is Grayson’s life, and vise versa. So it would only be a matter of time before Kacey knew and then you’d know and he had no idea how you’d react to him having any type of positive feelings towards you.

“Who is she?”

“You don’t know her,” Grayson is quick to respond, almost too quick, but luckily Ethan doesn’t push it.

“What’s so special about her that she has you eating ice cream on a Friday?”

Grayson looks at the sweet dessert resting on the table with a disgusted look, only realizing now that he feels bloated and definitely indulged a bit too much.

“I don’t know, dude. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever talked to or dated which is why I’m fucking confused. I shouldn’t like her.”

Ethan laughs, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he picks up the ice cream and takes a spoonful into his mouth himself. “There’s a reason why you’re not with anyone you’ve talked to or dated in the past. And there’s a reason why someone so different from those girls is making you feel a lot more. Grow the fuck up and actually ask her out so you can stop being so damn mopey.”

Grayson looks at his brother, processing his words slowly as Ethan continues to finish off the ice cream. He knows Ethan is right. But you’re not into that, and definitely not into him like that.

“She would never date me,” Grayson huffs as he leans further back into the couch.

“You won’t know until you ask.”

Grayson can feel the nerves bubbling in his stomach at the idea of asking you to be anything more than friends. Were you even friends? Just someone you fucked occasionally but wouldn’t even let him kiss you slowly?

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating, and he’s surprised to see your name attached to a new text.

sorry about last time. are you free tonight?

He reads the text over and over, trying to take it all in.

He’s never heard you apologize to him. Literally never. Not that you’ve done anything terrible, but you guys just didn’t do that unless there was underlying sarcasm beneath the words.

And the fact you wanted to see him again? Try again? Maybe Ethan was right. Or, you were horny as shit. But he’d take what he could get.

“Is it her?”

Grayson snaps his head up at Ethan, his cheeks a bit more flushes than before due to the fact he was now thinking about what you wanted to do tonight.

He nods, looking back down at his phone. “Yeah, she wants to hang out tonight.”

“Kacey’s coming over for the night and we already call the pool, so I don’t know what-”

“I’ll go to hers.”

“Okay.” Ethan stands with the empty ice cream pint in his hand. “Don’t forget to ask her out, though. Even if it’s a double date with me and K, to make it more comfortable for you guys.”

Grayson chuckles to himself because, realistically, you guys going on a double date together would probably be a lot of fun. If you and Grayson didn’t fight.

“I’d rather just be a fuck to her than nothing.”

Ethan sighs, shaking his head. “Whatever, dude. That isn’t good for you, but I know you’re not gonna listen to me.” And with that, he’s walking to the kitchen.

Grayson closes his eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths because Ethan was right again, but you’re just so...addicting. As much as he thinks you’d be amazing together if you were both willing to put your bruised egos aside, he can’t get the taste of your lips, your skin, your pussy out of his mind. Or the way you looked totally fucked out for him the first time you let him touch you. Or how breathless you were in the pool. He felt like he needed that, and if it meant some hurt feelings on his end, he’d take any fix he could get.

yeah, i’ll come by after Kacey gets here

***

Grayson was rather proud of the way he so easily slipped past Ethan and Kacey, grateful for his brother’s willingness to be vague so that he could get out without any questions. Because if there’s one person besides Ethan who will lecture Grayson, it would be Kacey. And she would definitely not approve of what was about to happen.

The drive felt longer this time. He had his hype playlist going, the one he listened to when he ran, trying to get some adrenaline pumping because confidence usually followed. And he really needed confidence right now.

You were going through the same routine as last time. Preparing your space for him, and more importantly preparing your mind. Trying not to psych yourself out while also trying to guess if he’d want it all gentle like last time, or if he’d be even more pissed because of what happened.

When you hear a knock at your front door you jump a bit, the moment of anticipation finally here. You wipe your sweaty palms on your shorts, walking to the door and taking a breath before swinging it open.

You both look at each other for a moment, and you can tell something has changed since the last time you saw him. He looked a bit paler, more tired, his hair not styled like normal. His posture was relaxed, his back slouched and hands in his pockets as he looked straight at you. Because sure, those were all little tells as to how the past week has treated him, but when you finally meet his gaze it feels like his eyes tell the whole story. You weren’t sure why or how, but you just knew he’d been through it the past week.

That made you feel a bit relieved, that you weren’t the only confused one. That is, if his rough week was in any relation to you. Or it could have been something with Ethan, or the company, or YouTube, or another girl. Maybe you weren’t the only one texting him about fucking around, and you weren’t the only one-

“Am I gonna get let in or did you invite me here to stand outside?”

You bite your lip, coming back to reality quickly and stepping aside so he can walk past you. You can smell his stupid signiture scent, the one you’d fake sneeze at just to tease him whenever he put on too much. The thought makes you smile, because it would always make him so annoyed. His face would scrunch, he’d toss his hands up like you’d just insulted his mother, and he’d throw at least a ten minute shit fit. It always worked without a doubt.

“Dude, are you good?” You’re pulled out of your trance to see him walking backwards towards your bedroom, an eyebrow raised as you still stand holding the door open. “Thought I was gonna get an apology or something, not just the fucking draft from the hallway.” The cockiness in his voice feels familiar, and almost makes you warm inside. But your inner competitiveness takes over first.

“Oh, you expected more than a ‘I’m sorry’? What makes you think you deserve that?” You chuckle, closing the door and locking it before walking to him.

He shrugs a cocky smirk on his face. “I usually accept apologies in acts of service. Never said I accepted yours yet.”

You put your hands on his stomach, pushing him through the doorway and closer to your bed. “Something tells me you will,” you whisper, your mouth right next to his ear as you lean in. You have a tight grip on his shirt where your hands were resting, his knees at the back of the bed.

He swallows thickly at your response, his own hands coming to grip your hips and bring you flush against him.

“Yeah? Gonna prove you’re really sorry, Y/N?”

You’re not sure if it’s the hushed tone or the fact he said your name that makes you freeze, your need to be in charge leaving you as you move your head to look up at him. He’d only ever said your name when he was pissed at you, when he was being sarcastic. Hearing it fall from his lips now, made a shiver run down your spine.

Grayson can clearly see how much he just affected you, and he plops down onto your bed victoriously as he watches you try to get your shit together. His arms are behind him so he can recline back to continue to watch you, his legs spread a bit and his dick clearly outlined in his sweats. You’re 90% sure he’s not wearing anything underneath, and the thought makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

He expects you to climb into his lap, so when you’re falling to your knees between his legs, his confidence wavers for a moment. “Oh shit,” he mumbles under his breath, and you’re sure he didn’t intend for you to hear it.

You lick your lips, sliding your hands slowly up his thighs as you watch him try and collect himself. He can’t decide if watching your hands or your face is better, his gaze constantly switching back and forth.

You, however, hold your eyes steady on his cock that is twitching underneath the confines of his sweats. You’re not sure how long you’re gonna be able to tease him, your mouth literally watering at the thought of finally tasting him, making him feel good that way. Letting him blow his load down your throat.

Your hands reach the hem of his sweats, and you bring one of your thumbs to rub over his cock. You hear him suck a breath in, your eyes finally lifting to meet his. He’s got his bottom lip between his teeth, his face barely lit up from the few candles in your room. His nostrils are flaring with every breath he lets out, the anticipation clear in the way his eyes are now jumping around your own face as he waits for your next move.

You dig your fingers into the hem of his sweats, pulling them down as he lifts his hips to make it easier for you, Once they’re around his ankles, you let your eyes fall to his hard cock against his lower stomach. You take in every vein you can see, trailing all the way up to his red tip. You could tell it was borderline painful with the way his thighs clenched under your hands. When you noticed the precum beginning to drip from his tip you can’t resist anymore, leaning in to lick it all up.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

There it is again. Your name so gracefully falling from his lips. You feel a wave of nervous energy flow through you, but not before the words go straight to your pussy. You’ve suddenly made it your mission to make him say your name as many times as possible tonight.

You grab him at his base, swirling your tongue around his tip and making sure to pay extra attention to his slit, noting his little twitch every time your tongue runs over the most sensitive part of him. He brings one of his hands to the side of your head, gripping the ponytail you’d already had in your hair in preparation.

You look up at him as you continue to explore what makes him pull tight against your scalp, his cocky smirk back again as he takes in his new view.

“Loving the taste of my cock?”

You let go of him for a moment, and you feel him tug on your hair a bit harder in protest, but before he can say anything else you’re leaning down farther to drag your tongue from his base all the way back up, swirling your tongue around once like earlier before sitting back on your heels. You lick your lips slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“It’s alright.”

He rolls his eyes, putting a bit of pressure on the back of your head to try and bring you closer to him again.

You chuckle, leaning forward so that when you speak again he feels your hot breath on the sensitive skin. “Why? Love the way my mouth feels?”

“I wouldn’t know because you haven’t actually fucking put it-”

Before he can even finish his sentence your mouth is surrounding him, slowly sink down until he’s hitting the back of your throat. You stay there a moment, listening to his quicker breathing and watching his stomach clench as you hollow your cheeks and leisurely drag your head up, letting your tongue trace the vein that runs on the underside of his cock.

You lift your mouth from him, a small trail of saliva still connecting your lower lip to his tip.

“How about now?”

He looks down at you for a second, total silence ringing through your room. If you weren’t so turned on and confused about your feelings, you’d be more sure about the blatant admiration and attraction you see in his gaze right now.

He moves his hand from your head to your face, his thumb wiping your bottom lip to clean it before grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to continue looking at him. “You’re not good for me.”

Before you can even question what he means, he’s forcing you to stand up. He brings your face to his, and your hands fly around for a moment as you try to keep your balance with his quick and forceful motions before they finally land on his shoulders, his lips hot and heavy on yours. He didn’t seem to mind the fact he could taste himself on your tongue, too eager to feel your mouth on his.

The way he is able to get you to move at just the feeling of his hands on your body is almost embarrassing, but when his hands come to your hips to move you so that you’re now sitting next to where he was as he awkwardly shuffles to get between your legs you’re not even surprised with how smooth he made it all seem. It almost felt like you guys worked well together.

He doesn’t even bother to step out of his sweats, only throwing his shirt over his head when he feels your hands tugging on it. His hand pushes at your shoulder so that you’re laying back, legs still hanging over the edge of the bed. He makes quick work of your shorts and underwear, letting you kick them off as he brings a large hand to pull your tank top down just enough so that your tits are out. You’re sure you heard some of the seams rip, but at this point you couldn’t care less.

He reaches below your knees, pulling your legs up forcefully so that they’re bent, your heels now resting on the edge of the bed and your pussy spread wide for him.

“Condom, Gray.” You nudge him with your knee to pull him out of the slight daze he’d been in since he last spoke, and his eyes clear up after he blinks and comes back to reality for a moment.

“Oh - right. Where…” He trails off, looking around the room to see if you had any out and available for him.

You lean up on your elbow, pointing to your nightstand. “Back right of the drawer.”

He leans over, not moving from his spot between your legs. You watch him rummage through the drawer and think about how natural it feels to have him there, going through your shit.

He’s quick to pull out a condom, not even closing the drawer before tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on himself.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can he pushes your thighs back enough for your feet to rise off the bed, his hands sliding up the backs of your legs to slowly extend them upwards. By the time his touch reaches your midcalf, you can feel the ridges of his stomach on the back of your thighs, your calves resting on his pecs. One of his hands goes back down your legs to tightly grip your thigh, the other going to his cock to line his dick up with your entrance.

His eyes leave your center for a moment, going back to your face. “Good?”

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. Right as you feel his tip against you, about to push in you remember what you were going to say before. “Wait!” He looks up in alarm, raising his eyebrow at you in question, slight concern on his face.

“Is my apology accepted?”

His face relaxes as he chuckles lightly, leaning down a bit to hover over your body. You feel his dick back at your entrance, and you finally feel the way he slowly begins to fill you. Your body relaxes at the immediate satisfaction, your walls taking every inch of his cock as he works his way to fill you up completely.

Only when you can feel his hips against you does he speak up again. “I guess so.”

You let yourself fall flat on your back, a smile on your face as he smirks at you. He grabs your other thigh with the hand that helped him, digging his fingers into the flesh there as if to brace you.

He pulls back out of you slowly, brushing your g-spot while doing so. You let out a soft hum at the feeling, anticipation for what he’s about to do crawling through your body and causing even more wetness to come out of you and around his cock.

He opens his mouth to say something when he pauses his hips, staying totally still for a second. You wait for him to speak, but nothing ever comes. As you’re about to ask him about it, he cuts you off with the quick movements of his hips as he starts to pick up a fast pace in and out of you.

He’s got his lip between his teeth in concentration, the veins in his neck and arms sticking out with the force he’s using to hold you against him while he pounds into you. You let your mouth fall open while you close your eyes, the feeling already so good you can’t speak. You grip the sheets tightly in your hands, doing what you can to stay close to him despite the force of his hips continuously pushing you away. You can feel your tits moving with his motions, and you’re sure if you were to open your eyes, that’s where his gaze would be locked. Even before you’d fucked that’s where you’d catch him looking if he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“Such a nice pussy, shit,” he moans.

A whimper comes from the back of your throat and you open your eyes when you feel his lips against your leg. At first his touch is soft there, light kisses despite the hard and fast movements of his hips. But soon he’s nipping at your skin, almost like he’s using you as a way to quiet himself.

That’s not what you want, though. You want him moaning, whimpering, saying your name. So you do the one thing you know will get to him.

You clench your walls tightly around him, and it instantly changes the game for both of you. As you continuously clench and release, you can feel him press tighter against your walls. The pressure on your g-spot causes pleasure to shoot from your core to your whole body, and you moan loudly as his hips stutter.

“Y/N - fuck - keep doing that,” he practically begs, leaning further over you and bending you in ways you didn’t even think possible. You’re sure you’ll feel it tomorrow, but you don’t even care. Especially not when your name sounds that good when he’s moaning it.

So you listen to him, and soon you can feel the sweat gather along your hairline as your orgasm slowly creeps through your body. It feels good having him on top of you, gripping you, so deep inside of you.

He’s panting above you, and you can see how far gone he is, too. So you decide to act before you think, forcing your fingers under his that are gripping your thighs, making him hold your hands. His eyes meet yours to make sure you knew what you were doing, but he never fought you. If anything, he started grinding his hips into your more, making sure to reach any spot that went untouched.

He lets go of one of your hands, causing you to pout for a moment. But your lips are quickly turning into an o as you feel his thumb rub your clit.

“Shit, Gray,” you whine, digging your nails into his palms.

He grunts, and you’re pretty sure his lip will be bleeding once he finally releases it.

Before you can get too concerned with it, however, you feel your orgasm quickly coming from the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn him, and it comes out much breathier than you intended.

“I got you, let go baby,” he huffs out.

Baby. Suddenly you had a new favorite to hearing your name from his lips.

And that’s what pushes you over the edge, your back arching as you finally fall over the edge, pleasure taking over your entire body as you moan out over and over again how good you feel to him. You’re not even sure what you’re saying and if it makes sense but you don’t care. You feel too good to care.

You can feel him finishing in the condom once you feel a bit more connected to reality, his grip on your hand almost painful as he pushes his hips into you one final time before resting there and halting all his movements.

You try to regulate your breathing as he comes down from his own high, his eyes closed. You take the time to admire him, watching his bulging arms and defined chest continue to tense with the pleasure he’s trying to recover from.

Once he opens his eyes, he moves to stand up completely again. He lets go of your hand, and you can’t ignore the slight pang of sadness that shoots through you when you feel the coldness of the air against your palm.

He throws the condom out in the trash next to your bed before looking down at you. You stay in silence for a minute, both of you unsure what to do now.

“I should probably go, right?” He asks, and you’re not sure if it’s your post orgasm glow or the sadness you feel at the idea of him leaving that makes you think he’s almost asking just to make sure he can stay. But you’re sure that’s not what he means.

“Yeah, probably,” you mumble as he leans over to pull his pants up. Once he’s done that and begins to put his shirt back on, you sit up to watch him move around the room.

Only when he grabs his phone and keys does he look at you again.

“Nice fucking you,” he says, nodding his chin as a way of saying goodbye before leaving your room.

Exactly what you thought, just a nice fuck.

***

You were sure if you got hit by an 18 wheeler you’d probably feel and look better than you did right now.

Seeing your family was never easy, and on top of the exhaustion of avoiding Grayson like the plague? You were done.

It had been six weeks since you’d last seen him, heard his voice, said anything mean about him. Because you haven’t even had the opportunity.

After the last time you fucked, neither of you reached out. You continued to avoid seeing him, and him you, because what were you gonna say? Suddenly I don’t hate you, I definitely like you, I wanted you to stay, and I wanted to spend time with you? Absolutely not. Not when you were so sure he’d laugh in your face and make your life miserable every time you were forced to be in a room together.

So you went a full 6 weeks without Grayson Dolan.

The first two weeks were okay, because you’d done that many times. Two weeks without him was easy, manageable. But at the beginning of week 3 when you heard Ethan telling Kacey how Grayson refused to come around when he knew you’d be there? That’s when you felt yourself break.

You didn’t even try and hide it from Kacey this time, letting her hold you when you cried. Which was a lot, because apparently pushing your feelings to the pits of hell for this long made shit a lot harder when they finally resurfaced. The last three weeks were spent in self pity parties, ice cream, movies and wine. And tears. Lots of tears.

It was safe to say you were not doing too hot, and your family never helped. So you left your parents’ house early, and were looking forward to spending the night with Kacey chilling out and not having to worry about anyone else in your life. The long trip back to your cozy apartment didn’t help, either. It gave you too much time to overthink the things that constantly seemed to take over your mind, so by the time you were opening your door there were tears filling your eyes and you could feel your lower lip begin to quiver.

“Surprise Kace! My dad’s still a fucking piece of shit, so I came home a day early,” you meakly call through the apartment, taking your shoes off as you’re met with silence besides the TV.

“K? Can we get McDonalds? It’ll help me-”

Your bag falls out of your hand as four pairs of eyes meet your hunched over, weak figure when you turn around on the hunt for your roommate. Kacey was cuddled to Ethan on the couch, and Ryan and Grayson sat on the floor by the coffee table that had half empty chinese food containers spread across it.

“Oh.”

“Hun what happened? Are you okay?” Kacey stands as she talks to you, her eyes softening and you do everything you can to keep your gaze locked on her. You can feel Grayson’s eyes burning into your face, and it’s only making you want to cry more.

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” you lie, your voice cracking as you do your best to put a small smile on your face. They can all clearly see through it, but you’re grateful none of them push it.

“You want some chinese?” Kacey offers once she finally meets you, putting her hands on your arms almost to steady you even though you weren’t swaying.

You look over her shoulder and to the food on the table and for a second your eyes meet Grayson’s. They looked sad, sad for you. And that’s the last thing you wanted.

You look back at Kacey, shaking your head. “I’m good. Gonna shower anyways.”

You move away from her, grabbing your bag and walking down the hallway. You don’t even bother dropping anything in your room first, heading to the bathroom and shutting the door. It’s moments like this where you wish you and Kacey had gone a little nicer on your apartment, because your broken bathroom lock is staring at you right in the face as you pray everyone respects your privacy.

You turn on the shower to let it heat up, but the minute you see yourself in the mirror, the tears begin to fall. You just hoped the sound of the water drowned out your quiet sobs as you gripped the counter to try and keep yourself steady.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Ethan asks as Kacey comes to sit back down with a frown on her lips.

She nods, sighing. “Yeah, she just hates talking about that stuff with anyone. Hell, I barely know anything, just that she had it kind of rough growing up and she’s still pretty fucked up for it. She usually needs a few days to recuperate from a good visit to her family, so I’m surprised she was able to get through the living room without crying.”

The three guys take in the new information in silence, Ethan wrapping his arm around Kacey to keep her close to him.

Grayson stands, wiping his hands on his shorts. Ethan raises a brow at him in question, while Kacey and Ryan simply watch his movements.

“I have to pee.”

“We only have one bathroom, Gray,” Kacey reminds him.

“I know.”

He turns and walks to the hallway you disappeared down just a few minutes before.

“Grayson,” Kacey calls to him, making him turn to look at her.

She gives him a do you have any idea what you’re doing? look.

His lips tighten as he gives her a curt nod before turning back and walking up to the bathroom door. He knocks gently, putting his ear close to the wood to try and hear you behind it.

The sound makes you jump as you sniffle and quickly wipe your nose. “Kacey, listen. I know you’re worried, but I really just need a shower first.”

Your voice is thick, and it’s obvious to Grayson that you’d been crying. It breaks his heart a bit, as confusing as it is for him. Is that what you sounded like if he had made you cry?

“It’s me.”

The second you hear his voice your whole body tenses as you lift your head to look at yourself in the mirror again. Your eyes are red and puffy, your nose irritated and your lips swollen. You somehow looked ten times worse than when you first walked in the door, and you had little interest in letting Grayson in.

“Y/N.”

You sigh, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back down. “What?”

“I gotta pee.”

You scoff, and the familiar anger you hadn’t felt for almost 6 weeks weeks boils right back up in you. You hate to admit it, but it felt good to feel something normal, something other than sadness even if it’s just for a moment.

You swing the door open standing almost chest to chest with the man who has haunted you for way too long now.

“I’m going to take a fucking shower first. Then you can pee.” You sound way less angry than normal, much less of a bite to your words.

His face is soft as he takes in your appearance, his body blocking you into the bathroom without an escape.

“It’s an emergency.”

It’s clearly not, and by the tone of his voice you’re not even sure he has to pee at all. He’s casual, calm even, besides the worry on his face.

You groan and sniffle, rolling your eyes before turning and walking farther into the room. “Can you at least let me get in first?”

He steps into the tiny room with you, closing the door behind him. “Sure.”

“Without you in here.”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve already seen it all. Get in the shower so I can pee.”

“Turn around,” you whine, and he can tell your patience is running thin. You’re grateful he doesn’t push you farther, his body turning so his back is to you. You’re quick to strip yourself of your clothes, opening the curtain and stepping in.

“I can’t believe you couldn’t wait ten minutes to fucking pee,” you complain, grabbing your shampoo.

You hear Grayson move around outside the shower.

“If you’re gonna complain about me at least do it to my face so I’m not talking to a damn curtain like an idiot.”

You pull the curtain back so that your head can pop out to see he is sat on the now closed toilet seat.

“Fucking dick, didn’t even need to take a piss. Why do you have this incessant need to bother me all the time?” You throw the curtain back into place, beginning to wash your hair as you do your best to control your breathing. You can feel the tears that still threaten to spill start to well up in your eyes, but you’ll be damned if you’re caught crying by Grayson Dolan.

“You make it fun,” he chuckles out.

You bite your lip, pausing your movements to prevent any tears from falling. You’re unsuccessful, feeling a few fall down your cheeks before you can stop them, but the water washes them away quickly. You take some deep breaths, washing the shampoo from your hair to try and calm down a bit. You didn’t like how your anger at Grayson was making you sad now, too.

“Y/N?” He taps on the curtain, causing you to jump and gasp. Your hand comes to your chest to cover your heart that was already beating fast.

“What?” You snap.

“I went 6 weeks without talking to you, I’m not leaving until you fucking say something back.”

You huff, and honestly consider sitting on the floor because of your lack of energy. “What do you want me to fucking say, Grayson?”

“I don’t know,” he sighs, and you can hear him get up and pace. “That you hate me, that you think I’m annoying and rude and narcissistic and that I’m dense or whatever the fuck you feel like I am today! Just fucking call me something, say something.”

“Well, I don’t have the energy to fight your dumbass right now, so either pee or leave.”

Grayson smiles to himself at the name you still managed to throw in there, but it quickly falls when he hears a tiny sniffle from you.

You don’t hear anything from him for a minute, and you begin to assume that he had managed to sneak out without you knowing.

So you condition your hair, letting the tears roll down your face again as your ears begin to ring from how overwhelming everything has been the past day, weekend, months. You can barely keep your surroundings clear in your mind with everything racing through it.

Which is why when the curtain is suddenly being thrown back and a naked Grayson is stepping in the shower with you, you almost scream bloody murder before he covers your mouth and grabs your hip to keep you from stumbling backwards.

You relax at his touch, realizing you’re not going to get murdered (watching Criminal Minds was probably not the best idea when you’re so high stress at the moment). He removes his hand and you frown immediately.

“Why the hell are you in my shower with me?”

“Because you won’t talk!” At this point you can see how distressed he is, the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced than normal and his bags darker than normal. It’s really the first time you’ve had to consider how much you guys not talking could have weighed on him. You assumed he would find a new girl and move on, while you made Kacey practically babysit you. It never crossed your mind that he would have felt even similarly to you.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

You can see how your words cut deep instantly, and you regret saying them. Especially because it’s not true, you’re finding yourself wanting nothing more than for him to stay right now and talk to you. To comfort you.

“So then tell me what happened six weeks ago that changed shit. Or tell me what happened with your dad. Or just fucking tell me something,” he pleads weakly.

You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him flush against your wet body. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes while one of his large hands caresses your back, the other coming up to stroke your hair.

You guys stand like that for a while, your sense of time totally thrown off. It could have been two minutes or two hours, you didn't know. But he stayed there holding you, keeping you close to him.

“I really wanna tell you about my dad, but I can’t right now,” you mumble out.

His muscles tense for a moment at the sound of your scratchy voice before he continues to rub your back.

“You don’t have to. Are you physically okay?” You nod, your cheek rubbing against his now wet chest. “Yeah. It’s just really hard to say out loud, and I need to process it before I tell someone.”

“That’s okay.” He leans down to leave a few gentle kisses along your hairline.

“But know that when I do tell you it’ll make more sense why I hated you. And why it’s hard for me to trust you. And why I avoided you for so long. It’s not an excuse, but know I don’t like being this way.”

He tightens his arms around you, resting his cheek on top of your head. “I don’t think I was very helpful to the cause, either.”

You chuckle, cuddling further into him. “I should probably finish showering.”

He lets go of you with that, holding you by your shoulders instead. “Want help?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, I know how to wash my own body. Plus, you don’t get to touch my tits yet.”

He pouts, letting his gaze fall to them. “Why not?”

“Because I’m still mad at you for lying about having to pee.” You put your hands on his chest, nudging him backwards a bit.

“Hey - hey, wait a second.” He grabs your wrists to stop your movements, pulling you back to him easily.

You both have stupid grins on your face, unable to contain the new feelings rushing through the both of you. Well, not new. But you were allowing yourself to finally feel them without covering them with anger.

He leans in closer to you, finally letting his lips touch yours for what feels like the first time. Yes, you’ve kissed before, and it was electric every time. But this? This was a whole new level.

His lips were soft and meaningful against yours, his movements well thought out as he did his best to portray everything he couldn’t verbally with the way his lips fit so perfectly with yours. You felt butterflies in your stomach from how slow and sensual he was being, and you felt like you could melt right into him because of it.

Once he was satisfied, he grabbed the back of your head to keep you steady while he pecked a few quick kisses against your lips, making you smile against him. He only pulled away when you were both giggling.

“I guess I’ll leave you to finish your shower, then.”

You bit your lip, nodding your head. “Yeah. But can you do two things for me?”

He smiles and nods eagerly.

You giggle, putting a hand on his hip to start guiding him out of the shower. “Can you kick everyone out? And then sit on the toilet to keep me company?”

He smirks, stepping out of the tub. “What if I actually have to pee now?”

“So then fucking pee but don’t flush. I’m more concerned with getting everyone out.”

“Not gonna be able to contain how loud you’ll be when you finally let me touch you?”

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes. “You make it so hard to not wanna make fun of everything you say.”

“Hey, I’d rather you make fun of me every day than not talk to me at all,” he admits, his tone still joking but you can tell he’s serious.

You feel your cheeks blush as your chest swells, so you close the curtain to continue showering. “Get everyone out, you cocky, horny, dickhead.”

He laughs, grabbing a towel from the rack hanging next to him. “There she is,” he mumbles to himself, but you hear and feel your blush deepen further.

He walks to the door and opens it, walking the few feet it takes to reach where everyone was still anxiously waiting.

“Everything’s under control here. You guys gotta head out, though.”

Kacey looks at him in shock, taking in his almost naked, completely wet body as she pieces everything together with a look of confusion on her face.

“Do you have a fucking UTI or some shit?” Ethan laughs while his eyes are still on his phone before he also looks up at him, his phone falling out of his hands and into his lap. “Dude what the fuck?”

“I think we should go,” Ryan chimes in, standing up and clearing the containers from the coffee table.

“Grayson, what’s happening?” Kacey stands, concern still written all over her face. She walks up to him quickly, pointing a finger at him. “Did you take advantage of her? Grayson, she’s hurt! What the-”

Grayson easily grabs the hand that her pointed finger is attached to as he rolls his eyes. “No, Kacey. I talked to her. Comforted her, made her feel better.” Kacey raises her eyebrows at the last comment which makes Grayson groan. “Not like that. Made her heart feel better. I’ll tell her to text you when she’s feeling up to it for you to come home for her to explain, but please leave. She asked me to get you guys out.”

Her face softens at that as she looks over his shoulder at the open bathroom door.

“Y/N!” She calls loud enough for you to hear over the running water.

“Yeah?” Your voice is muffled but she can hear you’re less emotional than when you walked in the door. This makes her relax a bit.

“You want us out?”

“Yes please!”

That seems to satisfy her, as she backs away from Grayson slowly. “I can’t believe it,” she mumbles under her breath, shaking her head as she grabs her phone.

“Bro what is going on?” Ethan stands, looking at his brother for answers.

“Please,” Grayson practically begs. “Please leave and we can talk about it all later.”

“Yeah something tells me we don’t want to be around for when Y/N gets out of the shower,” Ryan adds as he gets his own stuff ready to go.

“Why are you so chill right now?” Ethan asks him.

Ryan shrugs, looking to Grayson for a moment.

“You got this?” Grayson asks.

Ryan nods, and Grayson turns quickly to make it back to the bathroom, back to you.

When the door shuts both Kacey and Ethan look directly at Ryan.

“Did you know about this? What the fuck is happening?” Ethan asks him as Ryan ushers them both to the front door.

“It’s not my place to tell you guys. But we definitely want to leave them alone.”

The two both continue to pester Ryan while they leave, and Grayson lets out a sigh of relief once he hears quiet outside from his place on the toilet.

“They’re gone,” he mumbles, rubbing his hands on the towel still wrapped around his waist.

“Hmm, suddenly I think I need a two hour shower.”

He groans, leaning back and hissing at the cold porcelain against his skin. “I’ll get back in with you.”

“You’re not invited,” you laugh, and Grayson laughs with you.

You’re quick to finish washing your body, itching to be out there with Grayson again. He sits there in a daze, replaying the sound of your laugh in his head on repeat and wondering how he went so long without it. And how much he regrets not being the source of it more often.

When you shut the water off, Grayson sits up giddily as he waits for you to finally get out. Somehow your time away from him now feels longer than the six weeks prior.

Your reach for your towel, lazily drying off because something told you there wouldn’t be many clothes in your near future. When you step out, towel held up to your front, Grayson is watching you with nothing but admiration on his face.

“What?”

He shakes his head, his smile so wide his cheeks hurt but he didn’t care. “Nothing. Just missed you.”

You giggle, going to straddle his thighs and sit on his lap, your towel barely covering you still. He grabs the back of your bare upper thighs to keep you steady as your free hand rests on his shoulder.

“You were literally sitting out here for, like, two minutes alone while I finished showering.”

He shakes his head chuckling, his gaze falling from your face to where you held the towel against your body as a rare feeling took over: shyness. It’s hard to make Grayson Dolan shy, to make him blush, but you’ve managed to do it.

“I meant the month and a half we didn’t see each other, but then too.” He shrugs as his thoughts run a mile a minute. “Fuck.” He laughs louder as he finally lets his eyes meet yours again.

“What now?”

“I’m feeling all...soft and shit. I don’t know. I’m not used to it.”

“Wow, I’m amazing. The girl to make the asshole who is Grayson Dolan soft for five minutes.”

“Yeah, let’s go with just five minutes,” he grunts as he stands, keeping his strong hold around you to keep you in his arms.

You laugh, pulling your chest against his as you wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady in his grip.

“Oh, and for the record,” you say while playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck as he does his best to maneuver to your room while looking at you. “I missed you too.”

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