could you maybe write a blurb about e being all needy and just begging to eat you out? like your just sat down minding your own business and he gets on his knees and starts trying to finger you and he ends up making you squirt
You were sitting on the couch reading your book when he came and lifted your legs so he could place them on his lap in order to be closer to you when he sat down. You looked up at him, giving him a quick smile before moving your eyes back to the letters on the page, eager to find out what happens next. You never got this type of quiet time, and you wanted to appreciate it.
“Baby?” You look at him again in anticipation for him to continue, keeping your book open in your hands. “Can I eat you out?”
Your breath catches in your throat, his comment seeming to come out of no where. You weren’t even in anything sexy, just a sweatshirt and shorts. You lower your book to get a better look at him. “What?”
His cheeks flush, a flustered look taking over his features as he rubs your calf. His eyes won’t meet yours and you can see them almost glazed over as he watches his hand movement. “Can I eat you out?” It’s much less confident this time, more timid and quiet.
You bite your lip, preventing a smile from spreading across your face. “Why?”
At that he looks at you, his cheeks impossibly red as his breathing picks up a bit. “I just really wanna, please let me.”
“Here?”
He nods eagerly, already shifting to sit on his knees as his hands grip your lower thighs to make space for him.
“What about Grayson?”
“He went surfing, he won’t be back for a few hours.”
You giggle, raising your brow. “You’ll need a few hours?”
“If you let me.”
Your smile begins to hurt your cheeks as you shake your head, marking your page and putting your book down on the coffee table before grabbing his face to make him hover over you. His hands catch the weight of his body as they fall next to your head, his nose above yours as he looks at you with hopeful puppy dog eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?”
He pouts at that, looking over your face to make sure it’s a serious question. “You know I love tasting you, baby,” he breathes out, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Love feeling your wetness all over my face.” He moves to kiss your other cheek. “Love hearing you moan for me.” His lips find your forehead next, leaving a lingering kiss there too. “Love seeing you clench around nothing because you love my tongue so much.” His lips drag all the way to your nose, leaving a kiss there. “Love watching your cum spill out of you, especially when you try not to make a mess. Always do though.” His lips finally land on yours, just for a moment before he’s lifting his head to look at you again. “Please?”
You look at him speechless for a moment, your lips parted at not only his casual tone but also at the words themselves. Sure, you guys will say some nasty stuff everyone once in a while, but he’s never really described to you what makes it so good for him.
So you find yourself simply nodding, which he reacts to immediately.
The only way he can contain his grin while he quickly removes your sweatshirt from you is by biting his lip. He makes quick work of your bra, too, his eagerness showing in the way his nails scratch against your sides with the movement.
“E,” you giggle, trying to get his attention but at this point he’s like a hungry animal: he’s got his prey right where he needs it and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied.
He’s grabbing the hem of your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs in a swift motion as your laugh still tumble from your lips. You grab his shoulders as his hands roughly fall onto your hips, and it’s the first time his dark eyes meet yours since he last said anything to you. “Ethan.”
He’s almost breathless, looking at you expectantly with a raised brow while his fingers continue to dig into the soft skin of your sides.
“Slow down, we have time. I’m not going anywhere,” you remind him, and he processes your words for a moment before he nods his head and quickly situates himself to be laying between you legs. This makes you laugh again, his desire almost completely taking over the man in front of you.
Your laughter is quickly quieted by the feeling of his tongue flattening on your slit and dragging slowly up from your hole to your clit as he savors finally getting a taste of you.
You dig your hand into his hair, grateful he decided to grow it out a bit. You’re finally able to clench it between your fingers to give him a tug whenever he hits the perfect spot. A part of you wonders if that’s the only reason he did it, but you wouldn’t complain if it was.
He does this a few more times, unable to resist getting any and all of your juices onto his tongue. He loves being fully immersed in your pussy, feeling you warm and wet all over his face. He even grows out his five o'clock shadow for you because he knows you love feeling it on the sensitive skin, the burn after lasting long enough for you to remember where he had been for hours after you finished fucking.
Which is why you’re already moaning softly above him, your head thrown back on the pillow. You had one leg hanging off the couch over his arm, the other bent and pressed against the back cushions to make sure you were as spread out for him as possible.
Once he finally was satisfied with how much he’d spread your wetness around, he brings his tongue to your aching clit, swirling around it until you’re gasping. Because your legs were spread so wide, your clit was easily accessible for him, and more sensitive to his touch because of it. He made sure to watch you the whole time, seeing what made your plump lips form a perfect o and continue to make sure to lick you there.
The feeling already has your palms getting clammy, your free hand gripping the cushion of the couch next to you as your orgasm already starts to begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck, E.”
He merely hums against you in response, tapping your thigh to get your attention. You lift your head and lazily open your eyes to meet his hooded ones. You can see your slick shining on his cheeks and nose as he gives you what he can of a cocky smirk with his tongue still working all the perfect spot of your clit.
You can’t help the guttural moan that comes deep from within your chest at the sight, your hair brushing against your chest as your head falls to your shoulder. You can’t find it in yourself to hold it up, all of your energy going to your steadily increasing breathing and the tensing of your thighs as the pleasure continues to wash over you, but you need to keep watching.
“Please,” you huff out, unable to come up with any more words than that.
Ethan pauses his movements, leaving a gentle kiss to the spot we was just licking that causes your hips to twitch. He lifts his head a bit to get a better look at you. “Please what?”
You whine, rolling your head back as you try to let a single train of thought come out of your mouth but struggling because the only thing on your mind is cumming.
“Use your fingers too.”
Ethan leaves a few wet kisses right above your clit, causing you to squirm
“Need you to watch me, though. Need to see your pretty face when I make you feel good.”
You’re quick to lift your head, meeting his eyes and watching the smirk overtake his features when he finally gets to fully see you again. You’re sure your hair is a mess, your face looking fucked out already and you know the pout on your lips is only driving Ethan more.
Which you’re grateful for, because his tongue is quickly back on your clit as he lets his fingers slowly roam against the the skin of your inner thigh. Your leg twitches at the sensation as a small whimper falls from your lips in anticipation for what you know is coming next.
He continues to watch your face as his fingers gently drag up and down your slit as he tests your sensitivity.
You nudge him with your leg that's up against him when you don’t feel his fingers inside of you, and he lets out a huff of a chuckle. Not that he’s surprised you’re so desperate for him at this point, but he still likes to watch you need him.
Ethan’s feeling nice today, and also eager to see you cum on his couch, so he finally slips his middle finger into you. You moan at the feeling, your walls already clenching around it to get any type of pleasure from the sensation.
He moves it slowly in and out of you, wrapping his free arm completely around your bent leg so his other hand can rest on top of your mound, using his fingers to spread your pussy even more for him. This allows his tongue to be directly on your clit, and a shiver runs up your spine at the fire in your stomach from all the pleasure you’re feeling all at once.
“Fuck yes.”
He takes that as encouragement, so when he pulls his middle finger out of you, he adds his ring finger for when he pushes back in. The feeling of finally feeling a bit fuller makes your back arch as you clench at Ethan’s hair harder. At this point you’re breathing so hard that your mouth is dry, and it’s getting hard to stay still. The pleasure is tingling through your veins, shooting to every part of your body and you do what you can to let him do what he wants, but it’s getting harder by the second.
He catches you off guard when he pauses his fingers in you a moment, tapping against your inner walls instead of just thrusting them in and out. This lets him directly hit your g-spot, and soon you can start to feel your wetness start to drip out of you and down to the couch. The noises his fingers and mouth are making are loud and crude, and you’re grateful that no one was home because you’re sure they can be heard through the whole house.
“Shit, Ethan. Fuck, gonna cum,” you warn him, and he decides to wrap his lips around your clit in response, adding the sucking sensation to the movement of his tongue.
Suddenly your ears are ringing as your entire body is taken over by you impending orgasm, your thighs shaking while your whole body tenses up. You’re moaning his name on repeat, as if it’s the only word you know anymore.
Ethan takes his mouth off your pussy, quickly replacing it with his thumb to rub tight circles there instead. He taps his fingers a few more times inside you to hear your wetness before he removes them, allowing for your juices to squirt out of you. You barely even know what’s happening as your continually clench your walls around nothing as wetness streams out of you.
Once the waves of pleasure finally cease, your whole body slumps into the couch, your hand falling from his hair to your thigh, your other hand letting go of the cushion and laying next to you on the couch.
You close your eyes, trying to orient yourself while your head spins, your chest still heaving from the amount of effort that orgasm took.
Ethan is between your legs, an impressed yet cocky look on his face when you finally meet his gaze. “Squirted all over me, baby. And the couch.”
You whine and pout, bringing your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. He chuckles, climbing up your body to the position he was in before, hovering over you. He sits back on his heels a bit, though, in order to grab your wrists to uncover your face for him.
“That was the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done.”
A breathless giggle leaves your lips as your head falls to the side, still unable to fully process what happened. “Can’t believe you made me do it.”
He scoffs in fake hurt, shaking his head. “You doubted my abilities?”
You smile, finally turning your head to look at him. “No. I’ve just never squirted before.”
His chest is puffing up in pride as he shifts backwards a bit. “Well, it was the best fucking thing to watch. Shit, you looked so hot. Can you do it again?”
He brings his hand down between your legs before you can even process what’s happening, brushing your clit lightly with his thumb.
You whimper loudly, shutting your legs around his hands instantly at the feeling that makes your hips twitch, but not before your pussy clenches and what was left of your wetness spills out of you to follow the rest of it to the cushions beneath you. “Too sensitive right now, E.”
He chuckles, removing his hand from your thighs, pushing them to the inside of the couch so he can lean over you again. He presses a quick kiss to your parted lips, and you’re barely able to respond from how floaty you still feel from your orgasm.
could you maybe write a blurb about e being all needy and just begging to eat you out? like your just sat down minding your own business and he gets on his knees and starts trying to finger you and he ends up making you squirt
You were sitting on the couch reading your book when he came and lifted your legs so he could place them on his lap in order to be closer to you when he sat down. You looked up at him, giving him a quick smile before moving your eyes back to the letters on the page, eager to find out what happens next. You never got this type of quiet time, and you wanted to appreciate it.
“Baby?” You look at him again in anticipation for him to continue, keeping your book open in your hands. “Can I eat you out?”
Your breath catches in your throat, his comment seeming to come out of no where. You weren’t even in anything sexy, just a sweatshirt and shorts. You lower your book to get a better look at him. “What?”
His cheeks flush, a flustered look taking over his features as he rubs your calf. His eyes won’t meet yours and you can see them almost glazed over as he watches his hand movement. “Can I eat you out?” It’s much less confident this time, more timid and quiet.
You bite your lip, preventing a smile from spreading across your face. “Why?”
At that he looks at you, his cheeks impossibly red as his breathing picks up a bit. “I just really wanna, please let me.”
“Here?”
He nods eagerly, already shifting to sit on his knees as his hands grip your lower thighs to make space for him.
“What about Grayson?”
“He went surfing, he won’t be back for a few hours.”
You giggle, raising your brow. “You’ll need a few hours?”
“If you let me.”
Your smile begins to hurt your cheeks as you shake your head, marking your page and putting your book down on the coffee table before grabbing his face to make him hover over you. His hands catch the weight of his body as they fall next to your head, his nose above yours as he looks at you with hopeful puppy dog eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?”
He pouts at that, looking over your face to make sure it’s a serious question. “You know I love tasting you, baby,” he breathes out, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Love feeling your wetness all over my face.” He moves to kiss your other cheek. “Love hearing you moan for me.” His lips find your forehead next, leaving a lingering kiss there too. “Love seeing you clench around nothing because you love my tongue so much.” His lips drag all the way to your nose, leaving a kiss there. “Love watching your cum spill out of you, especially when you try not to make a mess. Always do though.” His lips finally land on yours, just for a moment before he’s lifting his head to look at you again. “Please?”
You look at him speechless for a moment, your lips parted at not only his casual tone but also at the words themselves. Sure, you guys will say some nasty stuff everyone once in a while, but he’s never really described to you what makes it so good for him.
So you find yourself simply nodding, which he reacts to immediately.
The only way he can contain his grin while he quickly removes your sweatshirt from you is by biting his lip. He makes quick work of your bra, too, his eagerness showing in the way his nails scratch against your sides with the movement.
“E,” you giggle, trying to get his attention but at this point he’s like a hungry animal: he’s got his prey right where he needs it and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied.
He’s grabbing the hem of your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs in a swift motion as your laugh still tumble from your lips. You grab his shoulders as his hands roughly fall onto your hips, and it’s the first time his dark eyes meet yours since he last said anything to you. “Ethan.”
He’s almost breathless, looking at you expectantly with a raised brow while his fingers continue to dig into the soft skin of your sides.
“Slow down, we have time. I’m not going anywhere,” you remind him, and he processes your words for a moment before he nods his head and quickly situates himself to be laying between you legs. This makes you laugh again, his desire almost completely taking over the man in front of you.
Your laughter is quickly quieted by the feeling of his tongue flattening on your slit and dragging slowly up from your hole to your clit as he savors finally getting a taste of you.
You dig your hand into his hair, grateful he decided to grow it out a bit. You’re finally able to clench it between your fingers to give him a tug whenever he hits the perfect spot. A part of you wonders if that’s the only reason he did it, but you wouldn’t complain if it was.
He does this a few more times, unable to resist getting any and all of your juices onto his tongue. He loves being fully immersed in your pussy, feeling you warm and wet all over his face. He even grows out his five o'clock shadow for you because he knows you love feeling it on the sensitive skin, the burn after lasting long enough for you to remember where he had been for hours after you finished fucking.
Which is why you’re already moaning softly above him, your head thrown back on the pillow. You had one leg hanging off the couch over his arm, the other bent and pressed against the back cushions to make sure you were as spread out for him as possible.
Once he finally was satisfied with how much he’d spread your wetness around, he brings his tongue to your aching clit, swirling around it until you’re gasping. Because your legs were spread so wide, your clit was easily accessible for him, and more sensitive to his touch because of it. He made sure to watch you the whole time, seeing what made your plump lips form a perfect o and continue to make sure to lick you there.
The feeling already has your palms getting clammy, your free hand gripping the cushion of the couch next to you as your orgasm already starts to begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck, E.”
He merely hums against you in response, tapping your thigh to get your attention. You lift your head and lazily open your eyes to meet his hooded ones. You can see your slick shining on his cheeks and nose as he gives you what he can of a cocky smirk with his tongue still working all the perfect spot of your clit.
You can’t help the guttural moan that comes deep from within your chest at the sight, your hair brushing against your chest as your head falls to your shoulder. You can’t find it in yourself to hold it up, all of your energy going to your steadily increasing breathing and the tensing of your thighs as the pleasure continues to wash over you, but you need to keep watching.
“Please,” you huff out, unable to come up with any more words than that.
Ethan pauses his movements, leaving a gentle kiss to the spot we was just licking that causes your hips to twitch. He lifts his head a bit to get a better look at you. “Please what?”
You whine, rolling your head back as you try to let a single train of thought come out of your mouth but struggling because the only thing on your mind is cumming.
“Use your fingers too.”
Ethan leaves a few wet kisses right above your clit, causing you to squirm
“Need you to watch me, though. Need to see your pretty face when I make you feel good.”
You’re quick to lift your head, meeting his eyes and watching the smirk overtake his features when he finally gets to fully see you again. You’re sure your hair is a mess, your face looking fucked out already and you know the pout on your lips is only driving Ethan more.
Which you’re grateful for, because his tongue is quickly back on your clit as he lets his fingers slowly roam against the the skin of your inner thigh. Your leg twitches at the sensation as a small whimper falls from your lips in anticipation for what you know is coming next.
He continues to watch your face as his fingers gently drag up and down your slit as he tests your sensitivity.
You nudge him with your leg that's up against him when you don’t feel his fingers inside of you, and he lets out a huff of a chuckle. Not that he’s surprised you’re so desperate for him at this point, but he still likes to watch you need him.
Ethan’s feeling nice today, and also eager to see you cum on his couch, so he finally slips his middle finger into you. You moan at the feeling, your walls already clenching around it to get any type of pleasure from the sensation.
He moves it slowly in and out of you, wrapping his free arm completely around your bent leg so his other hand can rest on top of your mound, using his fingers to spread your pussy even more for him. This allows his tongue to be directly on your clit, and a shiver runs up your spine at the fire in your stomach from all the pleasure you’re feeling all at once.
“Fuck yes.”
He takes that as encouragement, so when he pulls his middle finger out of you, he adds his ring finger for when he pushes back in. The feeling of finally feeling a bit fuller makes your back arch as you clench at Ethan’s hair harder. At this point you’re breathing so hard that your mouth is dry, and it’s getting hard to stay still. The pleasure is tingling through your veins, shooting to every part of your body and you do what you can to let him do what he wants, but it’s getting harder by the second.
He catches you off guard when he pauses his fingers in you a moment, tapping against your inner walls instead of just thrusting them in and out. This lets him directly hit your g-spot, and soon you can start to feel your wetness start to drip out of you and down to the couch. The noises his fingers and mouth are making are loud and crude, and you’re grateful that no one was home because you’re sure they can be heard through the whole house.
“Shit, Ethan. Fuck, gonna cum,” you warn him, and he decides to wrap his lips around your clit in response, adding the sucking sensation to the movement of his tongue.
Suddenly your ears are ringing as your entire body is taken over by you impending orgasm, your thighs shaking while your whole body tenses up. You’re moaning his name on repeat, as if it’s the only word you know anymore.
Ethan takes his mouth off your pussy, quickly replacing it with his thumb to rub tight circles there instead. He taps his fingers a few more times inside you to hear your wetness before he removes them, allowing for your juices to squirt out of you. You barely even know what’s happening as your continually clench your walls around nothing as wetness streams out of you.
Once the waves of pleasure finally cease, your whole body slumps into the couch, your hand falling from his hair to your thigh, your other hand letting go of the cushion and laying next to you on the couch.
You close your eyes, trying to orient yourself while your head spins, your chest still heaving from the amount of effort that orgasm took.
Ethan is between your legs, an impressed yet cocky look on his face when you finally meet his gaze. “Squirted all over me, baby. And the couch.”
You whine and pout, bringing your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. He chuckles, climbing up your body to the position he was in before, hovering over you. He sits back on his heels a bit, though, in order to grab your wrists to uncover your face for him.
“That was the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done.”
A breathless giggle leaves your lips as your head falls to the side, still unable to fully process what happened. “Can’t believe you made me do it.”
He scoffs in fake hurt, shaking his head. “You doubted my abilities?”
You smile, finally turning your head to look at him. “No. I’ve just never squirted before.”
His chest is puffing up in pride as he shifts backwards a bit. “Well, it was the best fucking thing to watch. Shit, you looked so hot. Can you do it again?”
He brings his hand down between your legs before you can even process what’s happening, brushing your clit lightly with his thumb.
You whimper loudly, shutting your legs around his hands instantly at the feeling that makes your hips twitch, but not before your pussy clenches and what was left of your wetness spills out of you to follow the rest of it to the cushions beneath you. “Too sensitive right now, E.”
He chuckles, removing his hand from your thighs, pushing them to the inside of the couch so he can lean over you again. He presses a quick kiss to your parted lips, and you’re barely able to respond from how floaty you still feel from your orgasm.
Alpha!gray catching atlas with a girl. How would gray react?
we all know atlas is the biggest fuckboy ever, he takes after his dad.
“Holy fuhh- Atlas!” Grayson yells, closing the door so it’s not fully closed but enough so the couple is completely out of sight. He grips onto the door handle, tightly and lets out a string of curse words, spare hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Dad, do you not know to know?” Atlas yells to him from the bed, holding the covers close to him and the blonde girl laying next to him.
Anger rises in Grayson and even though Atlas is almost 18, able to do his own thing and make his own decisions, it angers him that he was doing that under his roof and he didn't even know he had anyone over. “Atlas, I want you both dressed and whoever she is, out of my house.”
“Dad-”
“Now Atlas! I’m not playing around.” Grayson demands, moving away from the room and heading back into the kitchen where you stand, putting peaches carefully into a bowl, presenting as nice as possible before picking up the whipped cream. “Atlas is already getting his peaches and cream,” Grayson mentions.
You tip your head to the side in confusion. “What?”
Grayson lets out a belly laugh cheeks heating up as he leans over on the counter next to you, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh my god.” He laughs, dragging out the last word. “He’s got a girl up there.” Grayson chuckles, looking over at you and pointing up to the ceiling, indicating to Atlas’ room.
“Grayson fucking Bailey, why the fuck did you just say it like that?” You slap his shoulder, tipping your head back and laughing yourself. “You caught them?”
“I fucking caught him balls deep in this blonde girl.” You gag and shake your head, sharing laughs between each other.
Grayson’s tears beginning to roll down his face making you laugh at each other harder to the point where your finger accidentally presses down on the whipped cream, it squirting out and landing on his black hoodie, his hand coming up to take the bottle off you and squirt it in your face, quickly becoming a war between you both, laughing so loud that you didn’t even hear the front door slam or Atlas enter the room.
“Having fun there.” Atlas sarcastically asks, beyond annoyed with his father.
Both of your giggles die down and Grayson licks the cream off his finger. “You’re grounded, bro,” Grayson says, trying to calm down, but still letting out a small chuckle.
“What the fuck?! If you didn’t barge in you wouldn’t have even known.” Atlas defends himself, steam nearly coming out of his ears.
“Watch your mouth with me, remember you are under my roof Atlas. What makes you think you can sneak random girls into this house? Don’t know how you expect to find your mate while fucking a new girl every week, chill the fuck out.” Grayson sighs, shaking his head and turning to the bowls of peaches and cream that you have presented beautifully for you, Grayson and all the kids.
Atlas crosses his arms. “Didn’t you meet Mom through a one night stand.”
“I said watch your mouth, kid. Now do you want peaches and cream, or did that girl already give you enough.” Grayson asks, receiving a comical slap from you and a large groan from Atlas.
Atlas shakes his head, shivering at the disgusting thought of his father saying them words. “I never EVER want dessert from either of you again.”
“Why would you when she can give it to you?” Grayson adds on, smirking.
bff grayson getting hard while taking a nap or while falling asleep after a movie or something 😍🥺
Your foot taps impatiently as you wait by the microwave for the popcorn to finish popping. The smell of it combined with the sound of the two distinct notes of Netflix opening echoing from the living room are making you anxious to hop on the couch with Grayson. You both agreed to have a movie night in after a stress-filled week for both of you.
“What are we watching?” he yells from the other room, his voice booming and distinctly audible even across a large surface area and the loud popping in the humming microwave. “If you tell me Clueless, I’m going to bed!”
You smile and roll your eyes, pushing the button to open the microwave door as the time between kernels exploding gets bigger. Admittedly, you had subjected him to your favorite movie many, many times since it had been put on Netflix.
“You pick, then!” you call back, ducking down to retrieve a big bowl for the popcorn, hissing when the steam burns your fingers as you open the bag. You grab a couple of Zevias from the fridge as well, tucking them into the pocket of Grayson’s hoodie that you’re wearing and grabbing the bowl to join him in the living room.
His bare back is to you when you walk in, and you smirk as you clutch a handful of his dark hair to yank his head back gently. Grayson yelps dramatically and pouts as he looks up at you upside down. Your belly swoops; he’s too cute.
“Can we cuddle?” you ask sweetly, trailing your manicured nail over his arched brows, down the bridge of his nose, tapping his puffy pink lips playfully.
It’s been this way for a while, the two of you dancing around this idea that maybe there’s more between you than being best friends. You’ve both been finding reasons to touch each other innocently lately, or to stay half-naked in your swimsuits long after you’ve retired from the pool outside -- anything to just be closer and put out those signals. It hasn’t manifested into anything, though, both of you too afraid of losing a best friendship to act on it.
His lips pucker against your finger with a little grin, and the tiny gesture sends an inexcusable wave of tingles to your belly. “I guess,” he sighs dramatically, sitting upright again as you smile down at him happily and make your way to the other side of the couch.
“Ooh, Af-er!” you shout behind a mouthful of popcorn you had just shoved in as you plopped next to him. He stops scrolling on After and looks over at you amusedly. You blush a little and swallow, retrieving the cans from your pocket and handing him one. “Trust me, it’s so bad it’s good. Please?”
He’ll put it on whatever you ask, even if it did end up being Clueless for the millionth time, and you both know it. But he really can’t resist when you utter that little ‘please.’
Cut to half an hour later, you’re spooned in front of him, a giant fuzzy throw blanket cocooning your bodies and Grayson’s arm thrown lazily over your waist. You’re only half invested, because the feel of him behind you, so big and warm and solid, is making you a little dizzy. You want him to hook that muscled arm tighter around you, pull you to him and tangle your legs together. There’s enough space between your lower halves for some of the blanket to collect and bunch up there, though.
He shifts behind you and nuzzles some of your hair out of his nose when he does. His breath tickles and you suppress a shiver. It’s even harder when he speaks, and you can feel the vibrato of his voice as much as you can hear it.
“Wait, so that’s supposed to be Harry Styles?” he asks as Hardin takes his shirt off on the lake dock on the TV screen. “They went that far to copy all his tattoos and shit?”
“Yep,” you answer, letting a piece of popcorn dissolve on your tongue slowly.
You both watch for a few more minutes in silence, then his arm lifts to reach for the bowl on the floor. “Popcorn, please.”
You pick it up, but hold it out of his reach last second with a mischievous grin. Grayson scoffs and lunges further this time, trying to reach over you to grab the whole thing. He must lean a little bit farther than he intended, though, because the blanket slips a little and your ass brushes against something hard and... distinct.
Your eyes widen in surprise, and you turn back around to face him and see he looks almost as shocked as you, only with raging red cheeks. You have two options here: tease or confess. Expert problem solver that you are, you go with the former.
“Really?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it! It just...happens. And the lake thing is kinda hot.”
“So all it takes for you is a glimpse of a bra and you’re ready to go? I expected more stamina from you, Gray,” you tut, referring to the scene of Tessa’s own state of undress. You hope it’s from more than that, but you’re not about to put your own neck on the line if you’re wrong.
He’s still blushing, but he rolls his eyes. “Really, are you gonna make me say it?
“Say what?” you ask innocently, biting your lip and looking up at him with big eyes.
He pauses, looking down at you with dark, heated eyes. He reaches up and tugs your lip out of your mouth. “It’s not that girl in a bra. It’s you in my hoodie, in my arms, on this couch. It’s every time I see you. Every time I get to be around you.” He stops, and huffs out a little puff of laughter, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. “And I can’t believe I’m about to steal knock-off Harry Styles’ line but...I don’t think we can just be friends. Not on my end, anyways.”
Your chest feels tight, your head in the clouds, your body on fire. It’s only hitting you now how long you’ve wanted to hear him say those exact words. You turn around to face him completely, trailing your foot up his calf as you hitch a leg over his. Your hand snakes up to cup his angular jaw. “Remember what he does next?”
Confusion lights his eyes, then understanding, and he gives you a crooked smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
With that, he’s dipping down to kiss you for the first time, and his lips taste better than you could have ever imagined. Even if they are veiled by the salt of the popcorn, they’re sweet and soft and work in tandem with yours perfectly.
Your leg shifts higher up his waist, allowing your hips to meet, and you moan instantly when the hard ridge of him meets your pulsing center. He groans back, his hand coming to cup your ass to pull you even closer against him. You push his chest, a silent indication for him to roll on his back, and you grin down at him as you straddle his waist once he’s there.
Your pussy grinds rhythmically over his cock, and when your mouths meet again you delve your tongue past his lips this time. You take your time exploring, licking every crevice and sweet spot you can find as you blindly build that pressure in your pussy. You can’t remember the last time you had a good, old-fashioned dry humping makeout on the couch, but it’s just as amazing as you thought it was however long ago.
“Fuck,” he rasps, ripping his mouth away from yours. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, but your voracious for him, and can’t stand the idea of not having your lips or teeth or tongue on him now that you have that pleasure. You move your kisses to his stubbled jaw, then down his neck, stopping with a grin at the place that makes his breath hitch all over again.
Your hips haven't stopped this whole time. Your thin, tiny shorts and equally small thong, and his athletic shorts are practically useless barriers to the heat of your pussy against his raging hard-on. He lets the both of you indulge for a minute before he’s letting out this animalistic growl and a sharp smack to your ass, both of which go straight to your clit, and lifting you clean off his dick.
“You’re gonna make me embarrass myself if you don’t slow down,” he mutters, his face and chest flushed adorably, a little purple mark already blooming on his neck from where you maybe got a little carried away.
You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you whisper heatedly, sitting back a little and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his shorts. “Can I?”
He nods at once, and you smile at his eagerness. You tug them down just enough to let his dick spring out, your mouth watering instantly when you see him for the first time.
“You’re big,” you admit, spreading his precum around the sensitive tip. You giggle when the whole thing jumps in the air. “You like that?”
He nods again, his hair flopping with the movement, and it only endears him to you even more. You lock eyes with him as you lick your hand and wrap it around his shaft, watching with pure desire how his eyes roll at the simple touch. You start stroking him steadily, your hand twisting at the head while the other makes his eyes shoot open again when he feels it start massaging his balls.
Grayson starts moaning, and the soft sounds are music to your ears, but you want them louder, more desperate. You lean over and drizzle a stream of saliva onto the head of his thick cock, spreading it all over with a grin when you achieve that and an uncontrollable thrust of his hips at the added wetness. You feel his balls tighten in your hand. “Gonna cum for me, Gray? I want you to. I wanna lick it off you, all off --”
You’re interrupted by a loud moan of your name, and suddenly he’s shooting all up his stomach and chest with these grunts and groans that have your panties ruined for sure. You murmur soft encouragements and keep true to your word when he’s done, releasing him and dipping down to lick up the streaks of white with broad strokes of your tongue.
When he’s all clean, you show him the last pool of cum on your tongue with a smirk before swallowing. Grayson grins up at you, and hooks a big hand around the back of your head to bring you down to him for a deep, thorough kiss. He sits both of you up, securing a thick arm around your waist and flipping you over, smiling into your mouth when you let out a little squeal and giggle of surprise.
would you be able to write about pegging grayson? 🥺 (or ethan)
about 3.5k words
warning: just a little fragile masculinity from Grayson in this, but he overcomes it like a true feminist king. I have never pegged anyone but I have been on the receiving end of all that jazz and I did some research, so I hopefully havent butchered the process too much!
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‘You keep liking tweets about pegging.’
He says it quite plainly. You look up from your book, ready to be gentle with his ego.
‘Enough that you’ve noticed?’
Grayson laughs - nervously? Maybe. He’s already blushing; something that usually takes a lot more teasing.
‘Yeah, I noticed.’
‘Gray—’
‘Have you done it before?’ he interrupts, like he’s been trying to force the words out.
‘Yeah, my ex—’
‘OK, well I don’t need to know every detail,’ he interrupts again, holding his hands up.
You smile, sucking your lower lip under your teeth to keep from grinning too wide. Delicate touches. Nice and slow.
‘I’ve still got a harness at my place somewhere,’ you offer casually. You turn back to your book when he doesn’t say anything, slowly folding down the corner of the page before sitting up and looking right at him. ‘Just let me know, baby.’
Grayson gives a short laugh, almost a scoff, and drags his hair back.
‘Do you want some coffee?’ he offers, relieved at his own change of subject.
‘Sure, babe. Thanks,’ you grin, opening your book again.
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do you have any videos?
too scared to search
videos?
p word
lmao grayson
type out the word
peging videos
pegging videos 👀
PEGGING
lmao ok ok give me a minute
should I start clipping my nails now?
please chill
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You don’t bring it up anymore. You don’t need to. You used to wonder aloud, after he’d fucked you in the ass and you lay spooning, catching your breath. But Grayson would just hum, quietly dismissive, and you would drop the subject.
Now he’s all over it. And you should have known the tipping point would be his pathological competitiveness, and that of his brother, too.
‘Ethan says he’s done it loads and it’s good.’
This is how he talks about it. Apropos of nothing, straight to business so you have to guess what he means. By now, it’s clear enough.
‘Yeah? Are you convinced now?’ you ask brightly, choosing to leave alone the fact that you had told him it was good too, with no success.
‘I think so.’
‘He called you a pussy, didn’t he?’
‘Might have.’
‘Good man,’ you grin, laughing gleefully at Grayson’s visible disapproval.
-
It takes two days to get there. Busy schedules mean the extent of your sex reaches no further than simple hand jobs in the shower before bed and a quickie the next evening.
The following night, you’re cuddling on your sofa watching Blue Planet, Grayson’s breath steady enough on the back of your neck that you think he might be asleep already.
But then he scoops you closer into his lap so you can feel his dick at half-mast through his shorts. ‘You gonna do what you promised?’
You turn around to look at him. ‘Yes, please. Ready?’
He nods, and shoves at you gently so you’ll get up and take him to the bedroom.
‘It’s gonna feel so good,’ you tell him as you sit him on the edge of the bed and climb in his lap.
He grinds you on his dick as he kisses you, one hand coming up to cup your neck and hold you still while the other grips even tighter than usual at the flesh of your hip.
You dodge him when you pull back and he chases your open mouth. ‘Lie back, baby, relax.’
You let him kiss you again but push on his shoulders after just one, urging him onto his back and then following him on your knees as he scoots back towards the pillows.
He sits up and pulls his t-shirt off, and you kiss his lips, then his neck, down to his chest. He collects your hair up and holds it away from your face so he can watch you suck open-mouthed down his body and lick at his abs until they tense up.
‘Take these off,’ you tug on his shorts and let him pull them off as you crawl to the nightstand for the lube.
You turn around to see him naked and glorious, one hand tucked behind his head and one wrapped loosely round his cock, standing proud between his thick, tattoo-scattered thighs.
You get back on your knees between his legs and coat both of your palms in lube, replacing his hand with both of yours. You stroke his dick slowly, firmly, fist over fist, spreading the lube up and down and over his balls, getting it nice and wet and shiny before you lean down and suck on the head.
He closes his eyes and sighs, his thumb rubbing your cheek as you suck hard for a moment. You keep it nice and slow, massaging with your hands and stroking with your lips and tongue. The plain lube taste gradually fades out of your mouth as you add more and more spit, and the mixture drools down his cock, spread further with one hand over his balls and behind them.
Grayson is already acquainted with the taint, as it were, and gives you the usual deep moan when you press your knuckle behind his balls and take his cock deeper in your mouth. But he tenses when you stray further back, and you lift up off his cock, reaching for the lube again as you keep pumping slowly with your hand.
‘I am ready,’ he reassures you, before you can ask.
You smile and coat a couple of fingers, leaning down again to suck on the tip of his dick while you feel downwards to his asshole.
‘Ohhhh-kay,’ he sighs, and you feel him consciously relax his muscles as you stroke circles on the surface.
‘That’s good,’ you murmur, licking up the length of his cock just as you start to push in with one finger.
Grayson hisses quietly, and you glance up, letting his cock bob out of your mouth.
‘Does it hurt?’
‘I don’t know, keep going.’
You keep watching him carefully as you slowly work it in, and you sit up on your knees, stroking his cock with one hand while you concentrate on the other one making space inside him. Grayson relaxes, with some effort, and his brow loosens up.
‘I love when you do this to me,’ you say, leaving his cock for a moment to feel his body; the solid muscle and soft flesh of his thigh, the ridges at his hip, the hard nub of his nipple. ‘Feels so good.’
Grayson watches you guide his cock back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around under the head as you push your finger in as far as it’ll go and press upwards.
‘Oh, fuck, is that what that is?’ he breathes in a rush, finding a hold in your hair again as his hips lift.
You let him fuck into your mouth and then push him back down, spitting your excess saliva onto his cock before you go back to stroking it.
‘That’s it,’ you smile, ‘feels good?’
Grayson is frowning, but he nods, moaning softly and curiously when you start moving your finger again.
You add some more lube as you slide carefully out and back in, searching out the bump inside him that makes his cock flex on your tongue. You keep pressing on it, establishing a rhythm to match your mouth, listening to his moans spur you on.
You start massaging his balls and he moans louder, hand tight in your hair. You curl your finger harder and his next moan gets broken in his throat.
‘Baby—’ he warns, and you hum in acknowledgement.
You get one last glimpse of his face - pink lips parted, brow furrowed - and slide down his dick as far as you can go, your finger staying firm in its place.
Grayson whimpers quietly, and then goes silent as his come spurts down your throat. As he finishes he starts breathing again; a few quick, deep breaths that make you wonder where his inhaler is before he calms down.
It surprises him when you pull your finger out, and he winces slightly before sinking back in the sheets, one arm over his eyes and one cupped over his cock.
‘Good?’ you ask, crawling up to straddle his lap.
He moves his arm and looks up at you, sincere when he nods, then laughs.
‘Come here, let me make you come.’
You do as he says, rubbing at your pussy as you knee your way up to his face. ‘I’m so fucking wet,’ you tell him, like he can’t see for himself.
His arms hook around your thighs and he places you right on his mouth, holding you there as he starts eating your pussy with a hunger that makes you whimper and cry out. It’s almost too much straight away, but you only grind down harder and let yourself shiver at the stimulation. He makes you come faster than you think you ever have, and you have to clutch desperately at the headboard to stop yourself toppling with the intensity of it. You have to push on his forehead to make him let go when you can’t take it anymore, and afterwards you just about coordinate yourself down to the bed beside him.
After a minute you prop yourself up and kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip before telling him, ‘You taste like pussy.’
‘Weird,’ he mumbles, and pulls you into a cuddle.
-
You do the same, or similar, every day for the next week. You’re starting to wonder whether he’s interested in really getting pegged anymore, or if he’s just caught up in this new, fabulous feeling that comes after finding a magic orgasm button up your ass. Until he brings it up one evening, in his own, slightly indirect way.
You’re both naked, slotted together as you rub on each other and make out slow and sloppy. He’s just made you come with his fingers, sucking on your nipples, his dick pressing into your hip. He’s kissing you as you come down, nuzzling you as you tuck in towards him, and in your ear, he whispers, ’You said you still have a harness?’
You stop and roll back so you can see him clearly. ‘Baby, give me a chance right now and I will rock your fucking world.’
Grayson laughs and playfully pushes you away when you go to kiss him again.
‘Don’t pout, show me it,’ he demands, and you know he’s getting bossy to compensate for his embarrassment, so you let him off.
You scramble off the bed and slide the box off the top shelf of your closet, taking it back to the bed with you.
‘Right now?’ you ask, trying to contain your excitement.
‘Yeah,’ he says, ‘come on, I want you to fuck me.’
You’re not expecting him to say that, and it’s so hot it drags this groan out of you and you press your hand on your pussy when your clit throbs.
‘OK, let me just—’
You get the harness out of the box and the dildo out of its velvet bag, offering him the purple silicone so he can get a feel for it while you step into the harness.
‘It seems kind of small,’ he points out, slowly stroking his cock to demonstrate his point.
You giggle, ‘Trust me, it’ll feel bigger than it looks.’ You gesture at his dick and raise your eyebrows at him. ‘And you’re not at that level just yet, babe, you little virgin.’
Grayson looks like he’s trying not to take that as an insult, and then that trace of cockiness is replaced by clear, pink apprehension.
‘Trust me,’ you repeat.
‘Yeah, I do,’ he nods.
‘You still want this?’
‘Yeah,’ he smiles up at you.
You take the dildo back off him and drop it on the bed, your attention back on the mess of straps on your harness.
‘I can never get this fucking thing to tighten up right,’ you laugh in frustration, tugging randomly on straps while Grayson looks on, amused.
‘I thought you were a pro,’ he teases, yanking you closer to him by one of the straps until you’re leaning right over him. He fixes it in a minute, tightening it around your hips and thighs like he does it everyday.
‘I’ll give you pro.’
‘Hey, go easy on me,’ he grins. ‘Too tight?’
‘Perfect, thank you, Gray.’
You show him how it attaches through the ring on the front and fixes in place, opening your arms to show off the final product.
‘Do you feel anything?’ he asks, one of his hands creeping up the inside of your thigh as you kneel beside him.
‘Not really, not directly. You can get little vibrating attachments but I like to concentrate, you know? I’d be a mess trying to fuck like that with all that going on. I don’t know how you guys do it.’
‘You guys?’ he repeats disapprovingly.
You laugh, ‘You know what I meant. You’re the only one for me, you know that. Now roll over.’
Grayson levels your gaze for a moment before doing as he’s told. He turns over on his front and rests his chin on his forearms so his back arches slightly and his shoulders bulge. You take in the sight of him laid out like this. His skin glowing, his lions dark against it. His long, defined back leading to the plump round of his ass.
You smack it with no real force, just to feel and see and hear it. ‘Can’t believe we’ve neglected this for so long, should be a crime.’
Grayson turns to look at you, bossy again when he says, ‘Can you get on with it, please?’
You laugh and kiss his temple before getting in position between his thighs, lube in hand. You coat your hands and spread it all over his thighs and ass in firm, massaging circles, and Grayson sighs.
With more lube on your fingers, you part one of his cheeks and stroke over his asshole a few times, following along the direction of the hair around it.
He’s good at taking one finger now. Still tight as ever, but he’s developed a knack for relaxing the right way, letting her in until she can rub smoothly on his prostate and pull quiet, pretty noises from his lips.
‘One more,’ you warn him, and Grayson approves with a deep sound of assent.
You work the second finger in with the help of some more lube, rubbing his lower back soothingly and helping him adjust with both fingertips pressing on that sweet spot.
Soon your fucking him steadily, two fingers sliding and curling in and out as Grayson grinds his hips into the mattress every couple of beats.
‘Good, yeah?’
‘Yeah, it’s good,’ he sighs blissfully. ‘Keep going, please.’
‘Like this, or with the strap?’
‘With the—use it—put it in me.’
He’s grabbed a pillow and pulled it right in front of his face, his fist tight on one corner.
You feel a pulse in your cunt and you rock your hips forward so he can feel the tip of the silicone between his cheeks. Carefully you take your fingers out and reach for the lube again, pouring too much out with your eagerness. You just rub the excess into his skin again, admiring the shine it gives him from his thighs to half way up his back.
You open him up with your thumbs as you shuffle closer, your thighs spread wide by the thickness of his own. The dildo isn’t long, and you know you need to get close and stay close to avoid slipping out. The tip is tapered for easy entrance, and slightly curved for accuracy. It’s not about the stretch for now; it’s about the exploration, the direct stimulation, the sensation of being fucked that they can share.
The first half slides in easily, and Grayson moans like he does when you angle your finger just right, so you give him just that for now, moving your hips to fuck him with those couple of inches until he’s ready for more.
‘Is it OK?’ you check in, although it’s clear enough from the way he’s fully relaxed and starting to hike his hips up to push back on you.
Grayson nods into the pillow, gasping quietly when you push in slightly further, leaning down to kiss his back.
‘Fuck yes,’ he whispers.
You can see the corner of a smile in the visible sliver of his profile and it makes you warm, buzzing that you can make him feel so good in this new way.
Sufficiently reassured that he can take it and encouraged by his body and his voice, you stay pitched forwards and start rocking into him, moaning along with him as you sink deeper.
You know you’re wet - you’re aching for something - but it’s muffled, blurred by your greater need to pleasure him. You want to make him come like this - fucked out of him the way he does for you.
Muscle memory kicks in from when you used to do this more frequently, but it still doesn’t take long to start aching from the thrusting. You can ride him for ages without slacking but you’re unused to this position and you don’t have the repeated g-spot stimulation to drive you to push through the burn. You’ll have to find another way to rock his world the way you promised.
‘One second, baby,’ you tell him, stroking down his back and watching it as he flexes it and nods.
You pull out so you can hitch up into a squat, switching the labor to another set of muscles to help you go for longer. You help Grayson shove a pillow under his hips for an easy stroke and a good angle, and he seems pleased with the new position when he starts grinding his dick into the softness. He groans when you steady yourself on his back and slide back in, his shoulders rising as his head drops and his hips bear down.
‘You look so good, Gray, fuck, you’re so hot,’ you tell him, aware that you’re rambling as you watch him take it beneath you.
He’s less talkative than usual - where he’d usually be saying something obnoxiously filthy, he’s only moaning wordlessly. You get it, though. It’s like that sometimes when you’re coming apart from the inside, and his deep, happy moans do just as well at keeping you going as if he were telling you exactly how he wanted it.
But then he does speak, just to tell you urgently, ‘I’m gonna come, stay right there.’
It makes your pussy clench when you hear it because it sounds just like he says it when he’s about to nut in your mouth, one hand in your hair as he jerks himself off.
‘Yeah, baby,’ you moan desperately, following his hips with yours as he grinds down hard into one pillow, a mouthful of another between his teeth.
He clenches down hard enough that you feel the pull of it on your harness and you drop to your knees, kneading at his back with the heels of your hands, pressing up to his shoulders.
‘Fuck,’ he moans shakily, with a small laugh that sounds like disbelief.
You kiss his hot neck and his cheek and wait until he turns his head enough for you to kiss him properly.
‘Take it off and come here,’ he says, and you have to remind yourself to pull out slow in your excitement.
He holds his breath when the dildo slips all the way out and then turns over when you shift to the side, fiddling hurriedly with the clips. He throws the jizz-covered pillow to the side and watches impatiently, batting your hand away and pulling on one side while you work on the other until you’re free.
You collapse into his arms, letting yourself be arranged where he wants you, finding yourself suddenly on your back with your legs right up, Grayson’s face buried in your pussy as he devours you like the world is ending.
He slips two fingers inside you and focuses his tongue on your clit, and against that you have no defence; you’re coming so quickly and so hard you end up twitching full minutes later, during which Grayson holds you and kisses you over and over again.
‘I’m gonna fuck you so good,’ he promises. ‘Just give me two minutes and I’m gonna fuck you so good.’
You giggle and link your ankles around his waist. ‘I did good then?’
‘Fuck yeah you did,’ he smirks, sneaking a hand between you to play with your sensitive pussy and watching you gasp. ‘Now let me do good for you.’
Summary: [4.5k words] You and Grayson are freshly divorced with joint custody of your two boys, Alexandre and Santiago, however, Grayson begins to worry for you when rumors begin about you getting engaged.
Warnings: divorce mentioned throughout, brief mention of miscarriage, alcoholism, smutty intentions, some angst and a whole lot of fluff, enjoy.
A separated family is not something you imagined when twenty-year-old Grayson Dolan laid in bed with you one late night and told you he wants kids with you. Just two years later he was down on one knee on the beach of Australia asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Then, a year later you’re saying “I do” in the woodlands of New Jersey, the reception full of drunken dances and sentimental kisses before he whisks you off to Paris, not planning to get you pregnant with your first child, but his dreams coming true earlier than expected.
At twenty-three Grayson had you pregnant, with your first baby boy, Alexandre Miguel Dolan. A character for sure, just like his father. As soon as he was out of the womb, he stopped crying while in Grayson’s arms, and just at 3 months, his eyes followed Grayson everywhere, whining whenever he left the room and you don’t even want to talk about when Grayson went to work, after spending months trying to work from home just to stay close to his baby boy. A daddy’s boy, for sure.
It took a while for Grayson to persuade you for another baby, after struggling with complications prior, during and after Alexandre’s birth, you didn’t know if your body was to carry yet another Dolan, but just as Alexandre turned two, you found yourself pregnant with your second son, Santiago Dolan. The gender was a surprise to you both and even though you settled on names former to Santiago’s birth, you still had nothing you settled on, hence why you both couldn’t figure out a middle name that goes with Santiago, but the name was too fitting to change it. As soon as you both saw his pretty face, he was a Santiago.
Just as you thought Alexandre’s birth was rough, Santiago had to prove you wrong, coming 8 weeks early and throwing all your plans of a home birth out the window, Grayson having to rush you from McDonald’s ball pit to the hospital. 3 pounds exactly and born without a cry, Santiago gave a huge scare to his parents. But he’s a Dolan and he pulled through after spending 2 months in an incubator. He soon was allowed out of the hospital and you were all a happy family. You and your three boys.
Summary: [4.5k words] You and Grayson are freshly divorced with joint custody of your two boys, Alexandre and Santiago, however, Grayson begins to worry for you when rumors begin about you getting engaged.
Warnings: divorce mentioned throughout, brief mention of miscarriage, alcoholism, smutty intentions, some angst and a whole lot of fluff, enjoy.
A separated family is not something you imagined when twenty-year-old Grayson Dolan laid in bed with you one late night and told you he wants kids with you. Just two years later he was down on one knee on the beach of Australia asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Then, a year later you’re saying “I do” in the woodlands of New Jersey, the reception full of drunken dances and sentimental kisses before he whisks you off to Paris, not planning to get you pregnant with your first child, but his dreams coming true earlier than expected.
At twenty-three Grayson had you pregnant, with your first baby boy, Alexandre Miguel Dolan. A character for sure, just like his father. As soon as he was out of the womb, he stopped crying while in Grayson’s arms, and just at 3 months, his eyes followed Grayson everywhere, whining whenever he left the room and you don’t even want to talk about when Grayson went to work, after spending months trying to work from home just to stay close to his baby boy. A daddy’s boy, for sure.
It took a while for Grayson to persuade you for another baby, after struggling with complications prior, during and after Alexandre’s birth, you didn’t know if your body was to carry yet another Dolan, but just as Alexandre turned two, you found yourself pregnant with your second son, Santiago Dolan. The gender was a surprise to you both and even though you settled on names former to Santiago’s birth, you still had nothing you settled on, hence why you both couldn’t figure out a middle name that goes with Santiago, but the name was too fitting to change it. As soon as you both saw his pretty face, he was a Santiago.
Just as you thought Alexandre’s birth was rough, Santiago had to prove you wrong, coming 8 weeks early and throwing all your plans of a home birth out the window, Grayson having to rush you from McDonald’s ball pit to the hospital. 3 pounds exactly and born without a cry, Santiago gave a huge scare to his parents. But he’s a Dolan and he pulled through after spending 2 months in an incubator. He soon was allowed out of the hospital and you were all a happy family. You and your three boys.
Can I please get an alpha!gray concept, where he has a son who's old enough to get in all those werewolf things and starts training and maybe he can't get something right and feels embarrassed because he doesn't want to disappoint his father and it's all cute and fluff
“Come on, Atlas. You’ve got it.” Grayson encourages his 16-year-old son, standing right in front of the large tree and bouncing on his feet in preparation.
Atlas’ inner alpha means he has to get everything perfect and he means everything. From the day he started training with his father he perfected every single thing within a day. No matter how many times Grayson told him to slow down and that he’s got years to learn, he would stay up all night practicing if it until it was his ideal version of ‘perfect’.
This is something Atlas can never get right. Climbing. It may sound easy but a werewolves version of climbing is climbing bricked buildings and houses with little to no effort. Yet Atlas struggles to climb trees.
And when Atlas jumps to grip onto the high brand and pull himself up, he falls straight from it, making you gasp from the glass doors to the back garden. Your youngest daughter, 9-year-old Brinley watching with you and bursting into a fit of laughter.
“You good, T?” Grayson asks, observing his son’s behavior once he rises to his feet with a small groan. “Hey it’s cool, maybe we can use that old climbing frame I built you and the girls when you a kid.” Grayson jokes, trying to lighten the mood, but only receiving a snarl from his son.
“Very funny, Dad.” Atlas begins to walk into the house, shoulder barging his father as he passes him.
Grayson lets out a huff, his son being a lot stronger than he remembers, but that is probably all the pent up anger. “T, come on chill out!” Grayson is hot on his track, following him inside of the house.
“Did you enjoy your trip?” Brinley teases, her voice full of amusement and joy, poking at her older brother.
Atlas turns to his sister, eyes flashing red at her and a growl leaving his lips. “Fuck off, Brinley. You don’t even know what it’s like because you’re a clueless omega who-”
Grayson quickly interrupts him, before he can go any further, Brinley already insecure about being an omega. “Atlas Grant Dolan, you don’t talk to your sister like that and you certainly don’t use that language while you’re under my roof, you hear me?” Grayson snaps, pointing a finger at him, only getting an eye roll in return, Atlas turning away and heading upstairs. “Atlas, are you listening to me?!” Grayson follows him, staying at the bottom of the stairs and clutching onto the railing.
Just as Atlas powers up the flight of stairs, his younger sister, Sapphire is passing down them, confused on why Atlas is so mad. “Woah, what’s up with you hothead?” Sapphire asks, slowing down on one of the steps, only for Atlas to give her a harsh shove in return, Sapphire losing her footing and falling right down the flight of stairs, right to Grayson’s feet. Everything happening to fast for Grayson to stop it.
“Holy, fuck- I mean, God Sapphire, are you okay, angel?” He asks, kneeling down to help his daughter as best as he can.
Sapphire, gulps, pain shooting through her ankle and her eyebrows furrowing at the pain. “Yeah, I’m fine, Dad. I’m good.” Sapphire is definitely sugarcoating the unbelievable pain she is feeling and when Grayson helps her stand to her feet, she collapses in his arms, telling him she’s not as fine as she says she is.
“Babe, come here, right now!” Grayson alerts you from comforting Brinley and you come running in. “You gotta take her to the ER. Don’t take her to Lyra.” He says, confident in getting more medical attention at the ER then the pack doctor. “I’ll carry her to the car.” Grayson swoops her up into his arms, a large sigh leaving his lips. “And if you think for a second, Atlas, that you aren’t grounded, you thought wrong and you’ve not got away with this so you better unlock your fucking door too!” Grayson yells to his son, who is probably hiding in his room upstairs, regretting all of his actions.
After carrying Sapphire out to the car, opting to take Brinley with you, Grayson pecks your lips through the window and blows a kiss to both his girls in the back.
“Go easy on him, okay?” You run your hand through Grayson’s hair, pecking his lips once more.
“He worries me, I don’t know why he’s acting like this.”
You roll your eyes and slap his shoulder. “Look in the mirror, Alpha. He’s trying to be his dad. Too hard... See you later.” You bid him a farewell, looking in your mirrors. “Oh and check in on Indiana, she’s been studying all day, she might need help”
Somehow your words always make Grayson snap out of his anger allowing him to relax and loosen his tense muscles, taking a deep sigh of disappointment. His own steps are actually slow and soft up to Atlas’ room, finding the door unlocked and a sobbing teenager under his sheets.
“T, buddy. Come here.” Grayson coos, sitting on his bed and opening out his arms. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, bud,” Grayson reassures him once his son is in his arms, he doesn't remember the last time he’s done this but it’s been a while.
“I’ve hurt Sapphire, haven’t I?” Atlas whimpers into his father’s chest, dampening his soft white t-shirt.
Grayson sighs, nearly letting out a tear himself. “I’m not going to lie to you, Atlas, but maybe you can make it up to her, I know you two. She’ll forgive you.” Grayson reassures him, pulling back to observe his son’s face, getting down to his level to look him dead in the eye. “But, hey, you need to stop pushing yourself to be like me. It’s gonna make you sick bud, I’m an old man who’s trained for years. You’re young and you've got years to go.”
Atlas nods, sniffling and wiping his tears on his sleeve. “You’re my role model, Dad.”
Grayson’s face softens and he pulls him into a warm and tight hug, embracing him so tight that he forgets how to breathe. “I love you, T.”
Anonymous: hi hi, do you think you could write a hate fuck concept with gray and in the end they realize they actually have feelings for each other? 👉🏼👈🏼 (sorry if you’re not taking concepts rn lol)
A/N - here she is, the long awaited (and slaved over) hatefuck!gray. Pretty pls with a cherry on top lmk what you think!!! I love you guys and hope you enjoy! (also massive creds to @vintagedolan for the gif (that maybe one day I’ll be able to post) and keeping me sane while I wrote this)
Word Count - 8.4k (whoopsie)
Warnings - some nasty, you know the drill
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You were literally living the dream.
You’d managed to move from your hometown to one of the most well known cities in the world, have started to pursue the career you’ve wanted to go into since you were a kid, you had amazing friends, enough hobbies to fill your free time - nothing was getting in the way of your amazing life.
When you had first moved to LA, you couldn’t afford to live alone. So, you went on craiglist and found a girl around your age who had also just moved there and was looking for someone to take the other room of her apartment. You didn’t even think twice about it, and that’s how Kacey came into your life.
You were quick friends. You guys did everything together. Explored, learned, met new people, tried new things, everything. And it was amazing, Kacey was amazing. You couldn’t have asked for a better roommate or best friend.
At this point, being in LA for a year, you guys have settled in more. You have your favorite restaurants, beaches, stores, hikes. You even have a group of amazing people you were more than happy to call your close friends. They were reliable, funny, and honest, which is not always easy to find so fast in a city like LA.
y/n and therapist!ethan fucking when his wife calls her and y/n starts acting up
I changed this up a little, enjoy.
“God, always look so fucking gorgeous for me like this.” Ethan breathes out, a heavy huff leaving his flared nostrils as he pulls your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. “Stay there for me– Right there for me princess, my cock feels so fucking good in your throat.” He moans, holding your head down, keeping him deep in your mouth.
You look up at him, so innocently with watering eyes due to the way his cock is buried in your hot, tight throat. His favorite sight, the way you’re gagging and choking on him, he can’t help but grab his phone that is sitting beside him on the plush cushion of your couch. He snaps a photo of you looking up at him, mascara running down your cheeks and patches of your foundation removed, you can even see the slight bulge of his throat in your neck.
Just as he takes a picture, his phone begins to ring and a picture of him and wife in Hawaii pops up on his screen. Fuck. He said he would be home 2 hours ago. Instead, he was bracing himself to knock on your door and now his cock is down your throat. “Fuck, get off. Get off me.” He urges, pushing you off him so hard that you nearly fall backward, your hands catching you before you do.
“Ethan, what the–“
His finger comes up to his lips, shushing you as his hand brings his phone up to his ear. “Hey, babe. What’s up?” He says, clearing his throat.
Babe. You think to yourself, letting out an audible scoff. For some reason, your blood boils over this married man when you remember that he’s still got that ring on his finger. So you rise from knees, wiping the spit away from your mouth and pushing your hair over your shoulder.
Ethan forgets what his wife is even saying, biting his lip when his eyes take in the sight in front of him. You’re gorgeous body stripped of all your clothing, showing him absolutely everything he wants. Everything he needs. And when you climb onto his lap his jaw drops and cock twitches, his wife’s voice snapping him out of his daydream. “Yeah, sorry, I’m listening... ask Grayson.”
Your small hand reaches for his cock, leading him to press against your entrance, pushing him inside of you, deep inside of you. At this point, you can hear his wife on the other side of the phone as he raises his hips to bottom ours. “Why would I ask Grayson where my fucking keys are? Where the fuck are you Ethan?” She nearly yells from the other side of the phone just as he thrusts up into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes you moan his name. “Who’s that, who the fuck are you with?” She asks, anger lacing her voice.
You smirk, rolling your hips and letting him tip his head back, saw dropping and eyes squinting shut. “At work.” He bluntly says, voice low and raspy and only opening his eyes to find your hips, helping you bounce on him.
“Go fuck yourself Ethan.” She says, hanging up the phone, not believing a word he says.
Ethan throws the phone aside, growling as his hand wraps around your neck, keeping you stable as he pounds up into you, strangled whimpers, moans, and screams leaving your swollen lips from the previous rendezvous you just gave Ethan. “What did you gain from that, princess? Huh? Fucking tell me.”
Them big ass hands around novas throat in the shower while kissing her and apologising
With mercury back in retrograde and 2020 proving to be in a continuous cycle of outdoing itself, it seemed like every day invited a new problem in. Though seemingly small, recent tensions in their household involving inconveniences as big as construction and as small tiny quirks of living together, Ethan and Nova had spent the last few days in an ongoing stream of petty arguments that ranged from Ethan getting upset at Nova for forgetting to plug the Tesla in when she took it out for a spin to Nova getting upset at Ethan for not folding the laundry immediately when it came out of the dryer and resulting in a myriad of wrinkled clothes. Though reasonings may have been minuscule, the arguments grew until they were not, until it seemed like if Ethan wasn’t getting into annoying arguments with his brother, he was getting into even more arguments with his girlfriend.
Like this one:
“Nov, sweetheart, you said you didn’t want anything.”
“Since when do I ever come home with food for myself and none for you, Ethan?”
It sounds funny. You might be laughing. But Nova-- who hadn’t seen Ethan for most of the day since he’d gone to the skate park with Grayson while she tried to get some work done for a commission she’d booked-- isn’t laughing in the slightest. She’d been in the middle of mixing the most impossible shade of green when he’d called her and asked her if she wanted him to pick her something up from Monty’s, barely listening to him when she huffed out a “no I'm fine” and told him she’d see him in a bit before panic-dropping her phone onto her palette and getting paint everywhere. Ethan rarely ever listened to her when she said no. He knew her order by heart, and considered just getting it for her, but his petty annoyance over her tone and hanging up on him so quickly when he was just trying to do something nice for her turned him off to it. He’d already gotten into an argument with Grayson about losing the deposit to an Air BnB to stay at during construction without considering security and authentication, and didn’t have the patience for Nova seemingly taking out her frustrations with her artwork out on him, which she’d been doing a lot of lately.
In sum, he’d come home and set the bag of takeout on the island, sipping on his milkshake as he searched for a plate to serve himself on, leaving the cabinet door open when he turned to find Nova frowning as she munched on one of his fries and searched the bag for her food. Her sharp tone from earlier had dropped, just confused when she said, “E, I think they only gave you one bag. You didn’t check the food before leaving?”
He’d stopped, deadpanning her hard. “I only ordered one burger,” he said, and then slid his fries over to dump onto his plate while Nova’s eyes followed. “and one fry. And one milkshake.”
Nova watched him serve his food, blinked, and then giggled. Ethan raised an eyebrow at her. “Wait-- are you kidding?”
“Not this time, babe.”
Her foot slid off where it’d been perched on the high chair she was seated on, her posture straightening as any sort of amusement fell from her face and was replaced with offended shock. “Wait, are you serious? You didn’t get me anything?”
“Sweetheart, I called you.”
“Ethan, you didn’t get me any food?”
“You said you didn’t want any!”
“Did you seriously not get me food?”
Ethan couldn’t help his little chuckle, finding her repetitive question amusing. That’s what happened sometimes when they had such a playful relationship, it was hard to really gauge when the other was actually upset. Nova’s repeating of “are you kidding” just seemed like she was trying to be dramatic about saying no, but then when the laugh left Ethan, Nova’s eyes actually fucking watered, and her jaw clenched. Which meant she was mad mad.
A piece of lettuce hung out the corner of Ethan’s mouth as he took a bite of his burger, and Nova could’ve sworn he looked like a damn cow with the way his giant chin moved as he chewed. It pissed her off, just like that stupid eyebrow he cocked at her pissed her off. She scoffed. “I literally haven’t eaten anything all fucking day, I’ve been waiting for you to get home, and you got yourself food?”
Ethan gulps loudly, and it makes the tips of Nova’s fingers tingle and her stomach twist with just how much it annoys her. You’d think that a guy that claims mesophonia and yells at her every morning to stop chewing her pancakes too hard to not be as obnoxious when he swallowed half a burger. Then again, Ethan’s “fears” only seemed to manifest themselves when it was the most convenient for him, because she couldn’t could how many times he told her to slurp and smack her lips louder when she was sucking his dick.
“Nov, sweetheart, you said you didn’t want anything.”
“Since when do I ever come home with food for myself and none for you, Ethan?”
“When I say I don't want any, Nova.”
“That’s not fucking true, oh my god. That’s such an asshole move, bro. What the fuck?”
“Nova, I literally called you when I was at Monty’s. You said you didn’t want to-- very rudely, may I add.”
“I WAS LITERALLY WORKING! Ethan! You called me at a bad time!”
“Painting? How it there a bad time in painting?’
“oh my god,” Nova threw her hands up. She hook her head as she turned her back on him, stalking off towards the room.
Ethan clenched his jaw. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Away from you,” she yelled over her shoulder. “before I say something I’ll regret!”
“Oh yeah? Like what?’
She whirled around with a groan at the hallway opening. “Like, you’re a douchebag! And I hope you choke on your burger!”
“Oh, that’s mature!”
“So is not getting me food because your little feelings were hurt over my tone!”
“Nova this is literally the stupidest argument we could possibly get into. If it’s that big of a deal, just have half of my burger.”
“I don’t want any of your fucking pity burger, with your nasty ass pickles. And you know I like tater tots instead of shoestring fries!”
“You could just be fucking appreciative that I'm willing to share.’
“Oh, are you willing to share? Wow, babe, thank you! What would I ever do without you! Thank God I’ve got generous, loving, amazing hero Ethan Dolan to pity-offer me half of his veggie burger!”
“Do you realize how dramatic you’re being right now? What do you want me to drive to get you a burger? Cuz I will, if it’ll get you to shut up.”
“Oh my god, bye.”
“Bye? We live together, where the fuck are you even going?”
“I’m gonna go shower! Enjoy your fuckin burger, Grant!”
The door to the bathroom slammed, loud, which is another one of Ethan’s pet peeves that has him gritting his teeth and dropping his burger down on his plate, his appetite gone.
Ethan and Nova usually need a collective 17 minutes apart before they cool down from stupid arguments. Ethan spends it in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes he used, closing the cabinet doors, taking out the garbage, his chest getting heavier and heavier with guilt. Nova spends it under the shower head, pushing her hair back as she let the hot water melt away her annoyance. It always felt like shit to fight with Ethan, even about stupid things.
Ethan huffed as he picked up Nova’s clothes from where she’d dropped them in the room before heading to the bathroom, tossing them into the hamper and shaking his head to himself. Her phone is on the dresser, out of its case on a piece of paper towel, with the case covered in paint on another paper towel. Ethan examines them both for a moment, and shakes his head, pretty much picturing what could've happened.
When Nova changed the water pressure to something softer, she heard the bathroom door open, and then the shower door. Her head titled, but she hid her little smile in her shoulder. She didn’t turn around when Ethan stepped up behind her, his skin slightly cooler than hers as he slips one hand down her side, the other pushing her hair over her shoulder to kiss her skin. Nova tipped her head for him, a petty little smirk on her lips as Ethan dragged his mouth along her shoulder, teeth grazing her neck before moving up to kiss her ear. She shuddered, and felt his mouth curve against her ear. His hands traced the swell of her hips, fingers slipping along her ribs until he got to her breasts. Nova’s lips parted when he groped at her chest, massaging her breasts in his hands with a soft groan. He kissed her ear, his voice velvet. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. She leaned further back into him, jaw slack and her own hands lifting to join his. Ethan inhaled through his teeth, switching to her other shoulder, her other ear. Nova exhaled, leaning her head back on his shoulder as his hands worked at her tits, pulling at her sensitive nipples, his hands soft and calloused all at once. She nibbled on her ear now, finally drawing that moan out of her. “I’m an ass,” he said. “And I’m sorry.”
Nova didn’t say anything, just let her mouth fall open wider when Ethan’s lips traveled back down her neck, biting her shoulder gently as he turned her around. Her eyes lifted to his, wide and black, her face riddled with round water droplets that fell from her lashes and the tip of her nose. He smiled at her, and pushed her breast up and leaned down to wrap his lips around her nipple. Nova sighed happily, eyes fluttering closed. Her fingers sank into his hair, finally able to play with the small little curls. Ethan kept his eyes on her as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, loving the way her mouth opened when he sucked greedily on it, tugging on it with his teeth before letting it go with a pop, tongue smoothing over it to relieve the sting. He panted when he gave her tit a nice jiggle, moving onto the other one, and yes, Ethan has a favorite tit. It’s the left, because it’s extra sensitive, getting so tall and hard for him in seconds, making Nova squirm more than the other.
“You forgive me?” he asked, straightening up. He wrapped an arm fully around her waist and stepped closer, until they were chest to chest, the water coming down from the shower barely able to slip between them, gathering in a generous pool of water between Nova’s tits. Ethan turned them, so his back was to the stream, loving the way the water clinged to her skin as it splashed between them, as thirsty for her as he was.
Nova insisted on staying silent, not giving him the satisfaction of her words. She shook her head, but her hands slid up over his shoulders, pausing to wrap around his neck, making his eyebrow twitch and his smirk widen, before she was dragging her nails down his chest, her newly manicured nails leaving bright red stripes in their wake, making Ethan’s teeth clench at the sting.
Knowing exactly what she was doing, Nova’s body tensed up for just a moment when Ethan’s hand lifted to her neck, so big that his fingers curled all the way around, trapping her, cutting off her airway for just that half second that it took for her heart to pick up before he relaxed his grip. They might both be wet from the shower, but Nova knew the pool between her thighs that just flooded was all him. Ethan pulled her to him, bumping his nose with hers. “Do you forgive me now?”
Ethan’s lips were soft as they slipped along Nova’s, wet and slick and warm. He didn’t kiss her, just reveled in the shape of her lips, made just for him. Nova granted him a moan, her back arching slightly as her foot stepped to the side, opening her legs for Ethan to slip his hand between them. Her hands joined his around her neck and she licked her lips, her tongue darting against Ethan’s.
“You think it’s that easy?” She hummed, turned her head slightly so that when he tried to kiss her fully, he only caught the side of her mouth. “No.”
Ethan chuckled, squeezing her throat with one hand as his other cupped her pussy. Nova’s breath hitched, and Ethan grunted. He quickly looked down, his own mouth falling open. “Holy fuck, you’re so fucking wet.”
Nova moaned, and Ethan sucked his bottom lip into his mouth appreciatively, spreading her wetness all around her folds with his fingers, so much slicker and warmer than the water that pelted against his back.
“Shit, Nov...”
Nova’s eyes darted down to where Ethans cock brushed up against her thigh, long and hard, it’s pink tip rubbing against her skin as Ethans hips rolled forward, silently asking her to touch him. She didn’t, smirking up at him instead, wanting to get back at him. Her hips bucked for him, but she just pressed her nails into his hand, wanting his grip tighter. “You’re not forgiven yet, Papi.”
A primal growl rumbled in Ethan’s throat, his hand tightening around her throat the deeper that her nails sank into his skin. He pressed all his weight into her, until she was trapped literally, between the rock of his shower wall, and the hard place that was Ethan’s body. It was her favorite place to be, and she gasped when Ethan slipped that long, thick middle finger right into her pussy, her knees weak. “What’s it gonna take for you to forgive me?” he whispered, lips moving against hers. Nova just moaned, her hips rolling against his hands, needing more friction. Ethan just curled his finger, and then added another, making her whimper. “Nova.” he said.
Nova huffed, her eyes wild as she looked at him. She let his hand go and grabbed for that hair at the back of his head, pulling him to her for a sloppy kiss that mostly just involved her tongue licking up against his, sucking it into her mouth and not getting enough. “Keep telling me how sorry you are,” she panted, biting down on his bottom lip. She smirked. “Make me squirt all over this fucking shower.” she licked her lips.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Ethan’s mouth spread into a sly smile. He kissed her again, picking up speed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, quick and shallow, staying as deep in her as he could, his thumb pressing into her clit and making her gasp. She held onto his biceps as she gasped into his mouth, unable to kiss him with how good it felt, she could just open her mouth in ecstasy. Ethan kissed her upper lip, then her bottom. “I’m sorry,” he said again, and then kissed her jaw when she tipped her head back with a yelp. “I’m sorry.”
“God,” Nova whimpered. She slumped against the shower wall, her knees shaking. “Fuck, Ethan--”
“Damn, already?” he chuckled, but hissed when he looked down to watch how her thighs shook as he fingered her so hard, the veins in his arm were popping out. Nova had this little pudge on her lower stomach, and nothing drove Ethan as crazy as it did when he was fucking her-- whether it was finger fucking her actually fucking-- so hard that that little pudge jiggled and shook for him. Nova used to try to hide it, but he’s obsessed with it, the sight of it making him so painfully hard, he rocked his hips against Nova’s thigh, just needing some sort of friction on him. He cursed. “Fuck, Nova--”
Nova took the hint, reaching down to curl her fingers around his dick, pumping him clumsily, too lost in approaching her first orgasm. She was basically on her toes, trying to run from Ethan’s relentless hand, but he kept in in place by her throat, hunching over until his lips were at her ear again. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he grunted. “All over E’s fingers, baby, yeah. Wanna see you squirt for me, Nova Rose. Wanna make you feel better. Wanna say sorry, come on, baby. Come--oh shit, oh fuck-- there she is--”
Nova’s gasps got quicker and higher, her nails digging into his arms and her thighs nearly convulsing. “Oh fuck, Ethan. Oh fuck-- fuck-- fuck-- Ethan--Ethan-”
Ethan could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers, and with a quick curl and pull right against that perfect spot, he had her screaming and falling apart. He dropped right to his knees as her orgasm sprayed out, not giving her much of a break as he rubbed his face right into her squirting pussy, drenching him more than he already was. Nova twitched and shook and whimpered, bracing herself against the wall as Ethan lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, holding the other one out so she was spread for him, his tongue lapping greedily at her cum flowing effortlessly from her pussy, completely submerged in her.
“Holy shit, Ethan,” Nova panted. Her head fell back on the shower wall, a little too hard, but she was already seeing stars with the pleasure Ethan was coursing through her. Ethan’s tongue was soft and wet and heavenly as it traced all sorts of shapes into her pussy, and she couldn’t help her laugh when she recognized him writing out the letters s-o-r-r-y right in her. She smacked his shoulder. He sucked happily on her folds, pulling on them with his swollen lips, letting them go with a pop as he laughed.
“You forgive me yet?” he asked.
Nova smirked down at him. Sure, they were in the shower, but the way that his face dripped with strings wetness told her that he was covered in her cum more than he was wet from the shower. She curled her finger at him, and Ethan stood obediently. Nova licked a strip from his Adam’s apple, over his chin, to his lips, tasting herself with a hum before depositing everything she’d collected in his mouth with a kiss. Ethan groaned loud, hands gripping her ass now. “Let me fuck you, Nov. Gotta fuck you.”
“Yeah?” she breathed. “Wanna fuck my pussy, E?”
“Need to fuck your pussy, Nov,” he moaned. He gripped himself as Nova turned around, her ass round and supple and perfect as she pressed her thighs together and wiggled her hips right against his dick. Ethan’s jaw went slack, watching his dick slip along over her asscheeks. There was something so transcending about catching that E tattoo on her hip when they were fucking.
Nova looked at him over her shoulders, her eyes so big an almost angelic, even though there was nothing even remotely angelic about the way her back curved and her tits pressed up against the shower wall as she reached back to spread her ass cheeks for him, inviting him in. Ethan moaned, biting his lip and cocking his head at the perfect sight of her pussy, so pretty and drenched an ready for him, and her asshole, which had already learned to expand and relax the slightest bit when Nova was really horny. If he really wanted, he could slip his pinky right in there, and he did, eliciting the prettiest high-pitched whine from Nova he’d ever heard. “Ethan.”
He kissed her shoulder, moving over to kiss the first three moon phases on her spine as he guided himself into her. No need for a slow go, already stretched and slick from his fingers. Nova fell forward slightly at the first thrust that welcomed him in, and he caught her easily by the throat, curving her head back until he could kiss her forehead. Nova moaned, feeling so full and stretched out she didn’t know what to do other than grind herself on him. “Fuck, E.”
Ethan smiled. “You like that, Nova Rose?”
She nodded, whimpering. “God, just fuck me, please.”
“Am I forgiven?” he asked once more. He pulled out about halfway, and they both groaned at the slow push back into her, teasing. Nova groaned.
“yes, Yes, E, I forgive you. Please--”
He smirked, and swatted her hands away. He wanted to watch her asscheeks shake with his thrusts, wanted to hear and feel the sting of her skin slapping against his, wanted her to scream while he choked her with one hand and spanked her with the other. And he did, driving his cock into her again and again, using his feet to push hers farther apart to get that perfect angle, deep enough to have her whimpering and crying about how good it felt to feel all of him, so deep.
He pressed her up against the wall, her cheek pressed up to the tile, his hand holding her there tightly as she moaned and squealed and sang his name. Ethan’s hands slipped down between her legs, feeling himself nearing the edge, biting her shoulder again, harder this time. Nova gasped, and Ethan groaned.
“Ethan... I’m--”
“Fuck yes, sweetheart... want you to cum on my cock... cum for me, Nova Rose... you gonna squirt again, baby? Hm?” he grunted, his grip pressing her face into the title so hard that she could barely move her head to nod yes. He let up, and she gasped.
“I’m gonna fuckin squirt, papi--”
“Squirt for me, babe. Right on E’s cock, Yeah-- fuck--”
Nova screamed, and Ethan had to catch he fully from collapsing right onto the shower floor, his arms tight around her as he felt the splash and mess when Nova squirted again, fucking her through it, until he was hissing and groaning and digging his fingers into her hips. “Fuck, nova. Nova, I’m gonna fucking cum...”
Nova’s voice was raw and fucked out, breathing heavy as she bounced her hips back on him to meet his thrusts. “Want you to fill me up, E. Cum deep in my pussy, baby-- fuck--”
“Oh shit, Nova-- fuck! Nova--” the end of her name fell off as he came. Nova almost came yet again just at the feeling of his warm cum filling her to the brim. She rocked her hips back a few more times, making Ethan twitch and chuckle before pulling out. Nova’s pussy clenched at the absence, pushing out his cum. Ethan watched it dribble and drip down from her pussy onto the shower floor, and he groaned. “Holy shit.”
Nova turned around with wobbly knees, panting heavily and reaching for him. He took her hands and yanked her close, kissing her soft and slow, stepping back under the water with her. She smiled into his mouth, running a hand through his hair. He kissed all over her face. “I really am sorry. I should’ve gotten you something.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” she giggled. “I didn’t want burgers anyway.”
A/N - Hi guys! My first one shot! Obviously, when gray posted these I had to jump on the inspiration train. As always, enjoy and lmk what you think!!!
Word Count- 3.4k
Warnings- smutty smut smut
You weren’t sure how you’d got so lucky. To be able to wake up next to this greek god of a man. Every. Fucking. Morning. You had your head propped up on your hand, your elbow on your pillow as you watched him rest, his face relaxed as one arm laid over his chest and the other face up between you guys. He looked absolutely breath taking, and it overwhelmed you.
You trace a finger over the soft skin of his forearm, unable to resist touching him. How could you when he was so pretty and just available for you.
Unfortunately, this disturbed his rest and he took in a big breath as he started to stir awake. You paused your movements, your fingertips still resting on the pulse of his wrist as you watched his face. His eyes flutter open and quickly search for yours, a small smile gracing his lips once he spots you.
Your cheeks begin to warm as you realize you’ve been caught.
“Watching me sleep?’ He mumbles, his hand moving from his chest to rub the sleep from his face. His voice was raspy and barely above a whisper, almost as if it wasn’t ready to wake up yet with the rest of him. It made a shiver run down your spine, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“Maybe,” you hum, your gaze catching his as he scratches at the scruff on his chin.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he jokes, his lips turning up as he chuckles at his own joke.
y/n unwell but with a!gray whispering sweet nothings & taking care of y/n 🥺
As soon as you open the door to the packhouse, you throw your bag down and storm upstairs into Grayson’s room, slamming the door like a hormonal teenager.
Grayson thankfully was coming out of the kitchen just as you stepped through the door and caught your exhausted facial expression, plus he did not appreciate how you slammed the door that hard, he couldn’t help but wince and hold his ear at the loud sound striking his eardrums.
Grayson soon rushes up to his room, opening the door just to see you curled up in a ball underneath the covers. “I thought you were staying at your apartment tonight?” Grayson asks softly, sitting down just below your feet and staring at you as you huff.
“Your bed is comfier,” you mumble against the fresh pillows. “I don’t feel good,” you whine, reaching out for him with grabby hands.
He pouts, crawling up the bed to pull you into him, your front hitting his hard chest that you can somehow lay against all day. “What’s wrong?” you shrug, groaning at the harsh cramp in your stomach and the wave of nausea it is causing. “Well, let’s take this off,” he says, tugging at the covers.
You quickly grab onto the sheets, pulling them away from his grip. “I’m cold.” you sniffle through a blocked nose.
“Pup, it’s 85 degrees, take the sheets off you.” you shake your head, pouting up at your boyfriend with puppy eyes, knowing it’ll get him to give in. “Fine, just get some sleep okay, let’s try to sleep this off.”
You soon drift off in his arms and he waits 30 minutes before slipping out of the bed, heading back downstairs to put some toast in the toaster and cut you up some fruit.
“I thought you were cooking pasta?” Ethan asks as he enters the kitchen to grab a water bottle out of the fridge.
Grayson nods as he slides the through from the chopping board into a bowl. “I am, it’s for Y/N. She’s sick.” Grayson says, popping a grape into his mouth. “Can you grab a water bottle for me please?” he asks Ethan one he places the toast on a plate, making sure it is all ready for you.
Ethan grabs another water bottle and hands it to his brother. “You’re a good person sometimes, G.” Ethan jokes.
“Thanks, I guess?” Grayson mumbles, pushing past his twin to bring the food and water up to his room, sliding it on the bedside table.
Grayson’s hands softly shake you awake and your eyes flutter open, frowning from being pulled awake. “Hi sweet angel, I made you something to eat,” he says as softly as possible, crouching down to the beds level.
“I’m not hungry.”
“I know, but can you at least drink some water for me. You don’t have to eat just yet.” you nod at him, sitting up as he cracks open the water bottle and hands it to you.
After chugging nearly half of the water bottle, you pull back with heavy pants, leaning into Grayson’s hand that is running through your messy hair. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“I’m pretty sure I look like trash.”
“Don’t say that, you know I don’t like you talking like that,” he says, his voice still soft and sweet. Big bad alpha such a softie for his mate.”Wanna cuddle pretty pup?” he asks, watching you eagerly nod making him climb back in the bed and pull you closer.
And he doesn’t let go until you start to feel yourself again.
running into therapy!ethan at the store while he’s with his wife, and trying your best to keep your hands off him but not being able to control yourself and dragging him off to a more private place like your car or the rest room and having him take you right then and there the thrill of his wife catching him making him fuck you that much rougher
You don’t know how but your carts collide and god you wish they didn’t. It definitely wasn’t intentional because the last thing you want is to see Ethan and the woman he is in love with.
“Oh, hi Y/N, nice to see you.” Ethan greets, noticing how glowing you are and how beautiful you and how seductive you look.
You give a tight-lipped smile, clutching the almond milk in your hand and awkwardly shifting your weight onto your other leg, feeling more nervous than ever. “Hi Ethan, it’s great to see you,” you reply, nodding and looking at his wife’s confused demeanor.
“Delilah, this is one of my clients Y/N,” Ethan awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, and your heart kind of breaks at the word ‘client’ couldn’t he of just said ‘friend’. “Y/N, this is Delilah, my wife.” Ethan greets you both.
You smile and stick your hand out. “Hi, it’s nice to-“
“I’m gonna see if I can find that pasta Grayson’s wife likes. I’ll see you at the checkouts or something.” Delilah takes the cart from Ethan’s hands and quickly turns away from the two of you.
“Charming.” you joke, letting your hand drop and clutch back onto the cart.
Ethan sighs. “She’s just hormonal.”
“Well I know I wouldn’t be acting like that if I got dick as good as yours every night,” you smirk, watching his eyes widen and his jaw drop.
“Do you ever shut your fucking mouth?”
“Not unless you do it for me.”
And that somehow leads to you abandoning your cart and rushing out to your small, cramped, run-down car. You’re straddling him while he sits in the passenger seat, car seat pushed all the way back.
“Your wife is a bitch.” you breathe out after struggling to get your pants off, finally throwing them onto the backseat along with both his and your shirt.
“Yeah well when I fuck people for a living, she has the right to be emotional.” Ethan huffs, watching you pull him out of his pants and pull your tiny lace material to the side.
You giggle, letting his tip run along your entrance and your juices drip down his cock. “Everyone deserves to get try of a cock this good.” you moan as you slide down onto him, not wasting anytime and quickly creating a fast and rough pace, bouncing on him like there is no tomorrow.
“God, you’re a fucking angel.” he moans out just before his jaw drops and eyebrows furrow, letting his own hips move up to connect with your bounces. “Gotta make it fast.”
“What? Scared that your bitch of a wife is gonna catch us? I’ll take my sweet time.” you tease, slowing down your pace, and sinking all the way down him to just grind on him. Watching his mouth turn into an ‘O’ shape and choking out silent moans.
“It’s not your sweet time to waste.” Ethan finally groans, wrapping one of his hands around your neck and the other one gripping onto your ass to allow him to pound up into you, the whole car moving with you both.
You can’t hold in your screams back and he’s so deep in this position that you can feel him hitting your cervix. Completely ruining you. It only takes moments for him to make you cum around his thick, throbbing cock, clenching around him as your whole body shivers.
“God, you have the best fucking pussy, going to fill you up so fucking- ugh fuck- good!” Ethan moans out, growling into your ear as he releases inside you, filling you to brim with all his worth. And you’re milking his cock like there is no tomorrow.
You slip off of him and he watches his seed drip out of you like honey and he’s quick to push it back into you with two of his fingers.
“God, fuck E, is one pregnant girl not good enough for you?” you giggle, letting out small whimpers at his fingers slowly pumping up inside of your sensitive heat.
After a restless night of hardly any sleep and a lot of overthinking, you begin to hear a rumble in the kitchen and low voices in the living room, so you pull yourself out of the cold bed and make your way downstairs to be greeted with a few members of the pack sitting in the living room. Grayson and Emilia nowhere to be seen.
“Rough night?” Ethan asks, looking up at you from his coffee cup, messy hair and tired eyes.
You flop back onto the couch, sitting next to Max, one of the betas. “You can say that,” you mumble, shrugging at the though as your eyes trained on the random comedy show that is displayed on the tv.
“You two are so loud.” Max groans, Ethan, Ryan nodding in agreement.
“Sorry about that.” you chuckle, not really recalling raising your voice at him in the midst of the argument.
Max turns and playfully nudges you. “No need to apologize, hope he wrapped it before he tapped it, can’t have any mini Grayson’s running around.” Max laughs. “I’ve heard Grayson’s moans so many times I’m starting to think you’re both sex addicts.”
Your eyebrows furrow and heart stops, face falling into worry and confusion. “What are you talking about?” you ask, looking between all three of the boys.
“You and Grayson fucking last night like you do every night,” Ethan says, his tone slightly confused as to why you’re confused. “I did assume you both would have jealous sex after the whole Emilia thing.”
You sit up, feeling slightly sick to your stomach. He wouldn’t. Why would he? God, he might’ve. “I didn’t have sex with Grayson last night.”
And the room falls silent. It’s either because of the bombshell you just dropped or Grayson entering the room, all sweaty from a run he must’ve just taken due to his work out clothes clinging to his body and one of his headphones in.
“We will leave you two be.” Ryan mentions, indicating for all the boys to leave the room for you and Grayson to ‘talk’.
“Did you have sex with her?” you say as soon as the door closes. You can’t even look at him, you feel so disgusted, so you keep your eyes forward, looking at the tv.
“Who? What are you talking about?” Grayson asks, oblivious to what you are talking about.
You stand up, finally facing him, hoping your dark eyes will intimidate the large alpha a little. “Did you have sex with Emilia last night?” you repeat the question.
His face drops in shock and you can’t tell if he’s shocked that you found out or shocked that he’s hearing something so ridiculous like that. “No, what?! Are you fucking kidding me!?”
“Where did you sleep last night then?” you ask, voice rising slightly.
“On the fucking couch!” Grayson cannot believe he is hearing this, where did the trust in your perfect relationship go? “You don’t believe me or something?” he scoffs, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest.
“The boys literally heard your moans.”
“I was jacking off.” you give a sarcastic laugh to the pathetic excuse. “What?! I’m days away from my rut? If you don’t fucking believe me you can leave. It’s not like you contribute anything to the pack.” Ouch.
“I contribute by being your ‘mate’ or did you just woo me into thinking that since you have first hand experience thanks to that bitch,” you ask, stepping closer, feeling the heat radiating off his body.
He growls and you watch his eyes flash red. They only ever do that when he’s angry or threatening to shift. “You are my mate.” he grits through his clenched teeth.
“Do you fuck other girls when you’re so in love with your mate?” you watch his jaw clench and his eyebrows furrow. “How was her loose fucking pussy, huh? Bet you were thinking of your tight little college girl the whole time.” you tease, knowing you’re getting to him when he looks away from your eyes.
“Stop,” he warns you.
“I do a lot to you Grayson, there’s no denying. I can just look at you and have you in a puddle, she can’t do that.”
“I said stop.” he turns back to look at you, eyes now a dark gold and you can notice his fangs starting to sprout out.
“How loud did you moan my name, thinking of your cock in my ass-“
“I. didn’t. fuck. her.” he protests. “Stop being so fucking disobedient then maybe I would listen to you more often.”
“Maybe if you didn’t give me a reason to be disobedient we wouldn’t be in this-“
Before you can finish your sentence, the door flies open and you watch the ‘golden girl’ enter the room, taunting smile on your face which makes you just want to slap it off.
But that’s when you notice something. Grayson gave her a white t-shirt and sweatpants to wear to bed. Yet, she’s only wearing the hoodie that Grayson was wearing when he stormed out of the room.
“Why is she wearing your hoodie?” you have a problem with speaking before thing. You constantly say what you think, but how else were you meant to keep calm in a situation like this.
No one replies. “I said, why is she wearing your hoodie?”
“Listen, he doesn’t want you okay-“ Emilia starts, making you glare at her.
“Emilia stop that.” Grayson tries to stop her but she continues to speak and frankly, you want to hear what she’s got to say.
“No Grayson. She clearly doesn’t appreciate you as much as I did. Now just run along back to your college life, it’ll be a lot simpler than thinking you’re worthy enough to date an alpha.” she spits out at you.
That’s the final line when Grayson stands there not saying anything. You’re done with him and you’re done with this whole entire thing. No matter how upset you’ll be when everything hits you later, your anger carries you out of that room and upstairs into his bedroom, pulling our a suitcase.
“Y/N,” Grayson says after appearing at the bedroom door. “Pup listen to me.”
“Just tell me you fucked her!” you yell this time trying to find the truth from him. That’s all you want. The truth. Even if you already know damn well what happened, you want to hear it out of his mouth.
“I didn’t pup, please just listen to me.” Grayson watched you throw articles of your clothing into the suitcase and with each shove hos heart is breaking. “Stop, stop, stop. Please just stop.” He begs, grabbing onto your hands to stop you from putting any more clothes into that old rickety suitcase.
“Let me go, Grayson.”
“No. I didn’t fuck her, Y/N! Listen to me.” Hot tears are streaming down your face and it’s hurting him as much as you. “I slept on the couch, I seriously did and I promise you that. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
You sigh, nearly sobbing now as you get to the second stage fading from anger to hurt. “Please explain the moans, the hoodie. How this all lines up.”
“I didn’t lie. The moans were me jacking off in the bathroom.” he laughs and you don’t know how you find the energy to chuckle along with him. “My rut is in two days, I’m horny okay? We’ve been fucking almost every night.”
You agree with him there. You forgot his rut is coming up and that he gets uncontrollable days beforehand and you have been giving into him by having sex with him almost twice a day for the past 3 days.
“I did go to Emilia’s room. She called for help when she thought someone was in there.” The bitch. You know she just wanted his dick. “I guess she tried to seduce me and started doing all this extra shit, taking her own clothes off and then she pulled my hoodie off and-“ he felt sick himself, he heads to pause to swallow back that large lump in his throat. “God, I thought what the fuck am I doing here when I’m so in love with you.”
“Did you kiss her?” you ask, his hands finally letting go of your wrists fo wipe away your tears.
“Pup, stop that. I just told you I’m in love with you, I left as soon as she took my hoodie off and told her not to do that,” he adds on calming you slightly, but you still don’t know if his story full adds up. “Please.”
“I’m going to go home for a few days. Try to figure out if I believe you or not.”
Grayson’s eyes are beginning to water and he is sure his heart is now completely shattered. “Let me come with you.”
You shake your head. “I need to do this on my own Grayson, if you weren’t attracted to her you would’ve kicked her out as soon as she came to the door,” you state, trying to help him realize how messed up this is.
“She needed help.”
“She wanted dick. And who knows what her intentions are. She’s probably here to ruin you again Grayson.”
He begins to sulk like a little puppy, realizing what you are talking about and beginning to feel so guilty for his actions. He would do anything to just hold his mate and tell you that you're his.
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