Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail.
Warnings: Ahh yes…smut, cinge, idk what else
Word Count: 2.5K+
Touch starved.
The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.
You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn’t shave either.
And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson’s beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.
Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.
“Penny for your thoughts?” His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.
“Hmm?” you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“Nothing,” you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.
“Nothing? You’ve been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you’re biting your lip and you’re flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel,” he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.
“It’s just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up,” you murmured before getting up and walking away.
Literally your Grayson smut has me GONE 😵💫😵💫 can I ask for like anything that has to do with Gray fingering reader with his arm across the back of the couch and his lips against your ear with dirty talk???? Love you!
okay you’ve officially KILLED ME 😮💨
It had been Kristina and yours idea to have a movie night/fort. While the twins were reluctant, seeing the excitement on their girls’ faces was enough for them to help create the giant fort in the living room. Kristina and Ethan chose their spot on the floor in front of yours and Grayson’s spot on the couch. The four of you had your own assortment of snacks so that there wasn’t the continuous interruption of the movie when one of you needed to get up and get another snack.
The layout of the separate forts were quite simple. For Ethan and Kristina’s fort, couch cushions were placed behind and on either side of them with a large blanket covering the top. The cushions were big enough for them to sit underneath without their heads touching the blanket. Yours and Grayson’s fort had tall cushions on either side with a bigger blanket covering the top, sides, as well as the back of the couch. The lights were all off and the sun had already set - the only source of light being from the huge television hung on the wall above the fireplace.
Halfway through the movie, Grayson had gotten a little bored and started getting distracted by his own thoughts. He subtly turned his head to look down at you, his thoughts suddenly being overcome by you. The soft hues of light coming from the television made you look angelic that it nearly took his breath away. With your beautifully curled eyelashes, the soft slope of your nose, your parted lips as your entire focus was on the movie playing - every single thing about you enticed him. He couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head until his lips were at your ear to huskily whisper, “You’re so pretty.”
Almost immediately, your attention was pulled away from the movie and was focused on the handsome man beside you. You felt your cheeks warm up as your breathing stuttered. “Pay attention to the movie,” you softly whispered and nudged him with your elbow. Grayson loved how shy you got when you were complimented, especially when it came from him. He was obsessed with the effect he had on you.
“How could I when you’re sitting next to me?” He whispered in your ear again, watching closely when you squirmed closer to him. “You don’t understand how hard it is not to fuck you right here.”
You muffled your gasp and looked up at him in shock at how vulgar he was being, especially with company around. He has a smug grin on his face as he licks his lips. Under the blanket splayed across both your laps, he placed his right hand on your inner thigh and slowly spreads them.
“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty girl?” He huskily asked in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe and relishing in the way you shivered. You frantically nodded and bit your lip as you gripped the blanket to make sure it doesn’t slide down. There was a lump in your throat and a rush of butterflies in your stomach. It dawned on you that Grayson was seriously going to finger you while Ethan and Kristina were a few feet away.
He applied the slightest pressure against the crotch of your shorts. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, hard enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure. Your lips part to let out a choked and soft gasp. Grayson chuckles quietly in your ear before whispering, “That feel good?” And you nod frantically while eagerly spreading your thighs more open. It was embarrassing how desperate you seemed, but every little thing Grayson did always made you desperate. “If I slide my hand down these little shorts, are you gonna be wet for me?”
“M-Maybe..” you let out a shy giggle, barely flinching when a loud explosion erupts from the movie. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
He immediately slides his large and veiny hand under the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers back against the crotch of your panties this time - the fabric so damp and sticking to your dripping pussy. Grayson lets out a muffled groan that he hides in your hair. Somehow, the thought of getting caught didn’t scare you anymore. It just amped up the excitement.
“You’re dripping through these fucking panties,” he huffs a small laugh of disbelief, his hot breath hitting your ear and making you shiver once again. “Take off your shorts.” To your dismay, he pulls his hand out and gets himself comfortable - legs spread, body slouched, left arm never once moving from behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. Hastily pulling off your shorts, you readjusted the blanket until it covered yours and Grayson’s lap, as well as spreading your thighs to its original position. His hand goes right back between them and nestles against your clothed cunt. He can feel the outline of your pussy lips against the thin fabric and the small button of your clit beginning to swell.
Kristina and Ethan suddenly let out boisterous laughter after a particular funny scene, briefly scaring you at the possibility if one or both of them coming out if their fort and catching you and Grayson. His long fingers start rubbing your clit a little faster, now applying harder pressure for you to feel that tingly sensation. You rest your head back on his arm, your hips barely twitching against his hand. He whispers a small “fuck” in your ear, very slowly and finally sliding his hand into your panties to gain perfect access to your bare pussy.
Your brows furrowed and bitten lips parted, your face contorting into one of relief. Grayson couldn’t believe how wet you were until he dipped his fingers down to scoop some of your slick. He can almost here the obscene wet noises of his fingers rubbing all over your click to spread your wetness. You hastily grabbed onto his wide wrist, nails digging into his tanned and hairy skin.
With his lips against your ear, in a husky and gruff voice, he mumbles, “Just lay back and let daddy do what he does best.” Almost instantly, he began rubbing frantic circles on your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing. He’s rubbing you just right - it’s almost too much but not enough. The hood of your clit just barely pulled back until your bundle of nerves was fully exposed. The pads of Grayson’s fingers pressed down against it and it has your stomach bursting with butterflies. More slick pools out of you as you fight back your moans. With one hand around his moving wrist, the other clamps down over your mouth.
“I can’t wait to fuck you nice and hard when this movie ends,” Grayson cockily tells you, pulling away to look at your expression. His pupils have expanded from arousal. He never once let up the speed of his fingers on your inflamed cunt. He rubs much faster and harder, loving how hard it is for you not to let out your pleasure filled squeals and moans. Your hips began bucking more freely against his hand. “You want my fingers inside, pretty girl?”
“Yes yes yes yes,” you quietly babbled incoherently as your clit throbbed erratically, the tingles spreading like a wildfire throughout your lower-half. Your toes curled when Grayson roughly shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, the burning stretch making your eyes cross as you let out a pretty loud gasp that was thankfully silenced by a couple arguing on the screen. He starts fucking your pussy with his fingers, crooking them and rubbing your g-spot perfectly. The palm of his hand presses and rubs your clit. Both sensations has your mind turning to mush.
“You’re just soaking all over my fingers, aren’t you?” He softly asks in a condescending way. You can now hear the sopping wet noises of his fingers fucking your insides. You didn’t realize how loud it was.
“Yo, can you both stop making out please?” Ethan shouted from his spot in his own fort, immediately making your eyes open and thighs shutting around Grayson’s hand and wrist. “It’s loud as fuck! And gross!”
“My bad, bro,” Grayson lets out a full belly laugh and doesn’t stop the come hither motions of his fingers. He looks down at you with a grin wide enough for you to see the jewel on his canine tooth. He silently raised his brows at you as if challenging you to say something. He pulls his fingers out from your tightening cunt, just as you’re on the cusp of a strong orgasm, and he goes back to rubbing your clit at a fast pace. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his arm again. You’re holding onto his arm with both hands now to ground yourself. He leans in close to your face, his floppy hair brushing against your temple. “Are you gonna cum, angel?”
At the sight of your frantic nodding and heavy panting, he rubs faster and harder. And then you felt it. The wave getting higher and higher and higher. Your toes curled as you practically humped his hand like a dog in heat. When that wave finally crashed down, you had to bury your face in Grayson’s neck. He gruffly groans and shoves his middle and ring fingers back inside your pussy, feeling your walls contracting around them to keep your orgasm going. He slows his fingers to a stop before gently rubbing your overstimulated clit with his thumb. When you let out a small whimper against neck, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and pulls his fingers out of you.
“You still wanna fuck later?” He bluntly asks you, staring at his pruned fingers coated in your cum.
You elbowed him with a quiet laugh. “How could I refuse that offer?”
He side eyes you - a gesture he always does because it makes you blush - and slowly licks his fingers into his mouth, letting out a deep moan only you can hear. Suddenly, the movie pauses and Ethan announced, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You quickly grabbed the couch pillow and held it against your chest to hide your still fast breathing. You always shut your thighs and move them into a criss-cross position, stifling a gasp at the ache in and around your pussy. Grayson licks his lips and subtly wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist just as Ethan stands and looks at you both.
“No more making out!” He points at you both.
You and Grayson look at each other, both of you hiding a smirk before looking at Ethan. When you both nod in agreement, watching as he leaves to the bathroom, you lean over to whisper in Grayson’s ear, “Can I suck your dick?”
Heyy hun! What if the reader has a child from a previous relationship! And Grayson steps in to help raise the baby. Can you pretty please write something about his reaction to when the baby calls him daddy/dada for the first time?! I feel like he’d be so soft and teary like in the vid when Ethan got him the watch as a housewarming gift!! 🥺🥺 thank youu love you so much!!
Thank you so much for the request, I love you so much 🥺<3 sorry for the longest wait ever
Grayson did more for you and your baby in 10 months than your ex didn’t in 8 long, dreadful years. Of course, the two of you did share some joyous memories – some even etched into your brain for many years to come. But those few memories would never be enough to override the haunting recollections of the relationship. What a shit show. You have no idea why you stuck around for so long.
“So where’d you wanna head first?” Grayson asks as he buckles his seat belt in, getting ready to drive to your desired destination.
“‘DONAWS!” your son screeches from the back seat.
Both you and Grayson chuckle in unison at the overly excited boy.
“Mcdonalds?” you raise a brow in surprise. “Don't you wanna go to a toy store first?”
Your son nods his head vigorously, kicking his feet excitedly into the back of your seat. Usually, this would irritate you but for this time, and this time only, you let it slide. It was his birthday, after all.
Again, you chuckle. “Which one is it then, little man? ‘Donalds or Toys?”
The boy pauses to debate the choices in his head. His brows furrowed in concentration as he began to stutter in a panic as if his life depended on him giving the correct answer.
“I- I- I dunno. I don’t weally wike pickin–”
Before the poor boy could get himself in too much of a predicament, Grayson steps in.
“How about–” Gray twists in his seat to face your son. “How about we do both? At the same time! How awesome would that be, huh?!”
“Gray– you can’t take food into a toy store–”
“NUGGIES!”
Grayson looks at you with a smirk.
“If that’s what the birthday boy wants, then that’s what he’ll get.”
*
“Where do you want to look first?” you ask as you and your son walk into the gigantic toy store, hand in hand. “Dinos? Teddys? Oh- what about the Nerf guns? There are so many cool ones to choose from–”
Even with all of the options you stated, your little boy only had his mind set on one thing.
“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” he questions with furrowed brows, looking behind him in search of him.
You halt in position and scrunch your brows together in confusion.
“Daddy didn’t come with us today, baby.” you remind him, gently tugging his hand to keep him moving so the two of you don't hold up other customers.
“Yeah, he is! He dwiveded us here!” the boy explains in frustration, continuing to look back at the entrance in case “daddy” walked in.
Sighing, you kneel down to come face-to-face with your son. With care, you hold his face between your hands to keep his attention locked on you.
“Do you think the man that drove us here is your daddy?”
The boy nods hesitantly, watching your facial features drop as your heart plummets inside your chest. You had no idea how you were going to break the truth to him.
“What’s wrong, Mommy? You look sad.” your son mirrors your actions by holding your face in his tiny hands. This causes your heart to melt in adoration.
“Uh–” A lump forms in your throat causing it to tighten in discomfort, making your voice unsteady. “Gray– he’s not your Da–”
“DADDY!” Within seconds, the young boy is leaping into Grayson’s open arms, humongous grins plastered on both boys' faces.
You couldn’t help but mirror their expressions; a smile creeping its way onto your face, spreading from one ear to the other.
“Did you get da nuggies?” Your son whispers loudly into Gray’s ear with a mischievous grin.
“Sure did, buddy!”
Gray holds the brown paper bag in the air, above his head, mimicking the famous scene from the lion king and sending your little boy into a fit of giggles.
Noticing curious staff members nearby, Grayson shoves the brown paper bag into his hoodie pocket, making sure to leave enough space to be able to reach his hand in to grab a nugget when instructed to.
The three of you begin to walk through the great toy store, searching for the perfect toy for your little boy.
You scan the shelves thoroughly, looking from top to bottom, left to right, in a calm, relaxed manner when suddenly the perfect toy pops right into view.
You turn your head in search of your son to see him and Gray whispering. Shortly after, Gray pulls a golden nugget out from his pocket and passes it to the small boy beside him, followed by placing a finger over his lips and shushing. Your son nods and giggles in excitement before cramming it into his mouth as he looks around to check no one was plotting to confiscate his mouth-watering lunch.
“So yummy,” the little boy exclaims as he scoffs more food into his mouth. “Daddy want some?”
“No, I – huh?” Grayson’s pace comes to a stop. He looks down at the small boy with furrowed brows. “What was that?”
“You heard him right,” you confirm with a sigh. “He thinks you’re his daddy. I’m so sorry Gray, i tried to tell him but he’s convinced you are and–”
“He is!” the little boy demands, grabbing hold of Grayson's hand. “You are my daddy, aren't you?”
The look on Gray's face spoke a thousand words. He looked as if he was about to cry.
“Is that what you truly want?” he asks softly, kneeling to his height.
Your son nods eagerly before throwing himself into Grayson's body. “You’re my daddy.”
That lump in your throat had come back as tears threatened to spill from your glassy eyes. You were managing to keep them at bay until you look at Grayson.
Shamelessly, Gray’s face was drenched in tears as he silently held back sobs. He sniffles and wipes his face dry with the back of his hand before pulling away from your little boy. He didn’t want him to think he was sad.
“Did I make you sad?” the little boy asks in worry, noticing how puffy Grayson’s eyes had become. “My eyes do dat when I get sad too. It’s okay to cry, Daddy. Mama cries all the time when –”
“And that's enough of that –” you cut him off, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Go and pick out a toy before all the good toys go.”
“Otay!” Your son waddles off down the aisle, looking all over the place for the perfect birthday toy.
You turn to Grayson to see him standing with his arms folded across his chest and his brows raised.
“You have some explaining to do.”
*
After toy shopping, Grayson takes you all back to his to have a little nap. After putting your son down to sleep in Grayson's bed, you walk down the hallway to hear the twins conversing.
“Dude, you should have been there! He was all like “you’re my dad, right?” and then he practically tackled me and cuddled the fuck out of me. It was the cutest shit ever, i can't even –”
“Bro, you’re gushing – chill! You really love the little guy, huh?” Ethan queries with a little chuckle.
small request! grayson and y/n were supposed to be going out for a date night but he goes to buy y/n another dress because he insists hers is too short to wear in public (plus he’s overprotective)
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
a/n: i changed it a little, and i kinda made grayson a meanie in this one
Stingy:
"I'll be out in the car." Grayson runs his hand through his hair before leaving you to finish dressing. He looked irritated, wouldn’t talk much and had a semi-sour expression.
You had your hair and some makeup all done up, and a nice emerald green dress and some heels on for your attendance of your friend’s wedding reception.
Grayson wasn’t upset this morning when the two of you had attended the ceremony. He was all flushed, doe-eyed and lovey, his touch never leaving your body.
But now, after dressing for the party, his mood had a total switch. You couldn’t understand why. You don’t recall anything of importance angering him, and your Grayson was a patience man, not one to be upset over small things.
You dismissed worrying about it— he wouldn’t tell you why he was mad or what you could do to help, but instead stayed in silence as he too readied himself for the evening ahead.
Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.
After spraying a sweet perfume and grabbing your purse, you ducked into his low car and strapped your seat belt, pulling your dress down so it wouldn’t be bunched up against your lower abdomen.
Grayson scoffed and started the car, evading your glare as he backed, rather aggressively, out of the driveway.
“What’s your problem, baby?” You smoothed your hand over the console and onto his own, massaging the backside of his palm sincerely. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over, not at your eyes, but to where your dress ends and your legs begin.
“Do you think that dress is appropriate to wear tonight, Y/N?” He finally looked at you, his gaze still hard and unmoving.
“Excuse me?” You almost gasped at his words, your face flushing and a fiery anger shooting throughout your body.
The nerve.
“Answer the question.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot seemed to grow heavy against the gas.
“I don’t see a fucking problem.” You looked down your torso and along the sleeves, in search of whatever the hell could be wrong.
“So you don’t think it’s pretty revealing?”
You pulled your hand away from him and shook your head, appalled by his thoughts. You were struggling to speak, surprised by his sudden dismay of your attire.
“Oh, you don’t? Your fucking ass is hanging out and your tits are on full fucking display. I hope to god you’re wearing some kind of panty under that, fuck.” He had you stunned with his words and you could hardly see straight with all the anger bubbling inside of you.
“You bought me this dress, Grayson!” You huff, flailing your hands in the air. Your chest began to turn red, that’s what usually happens when you’re flushed or irate, and your teeth grind against each other in continued irritation.
“I didn’t realize it’d be that short when you put on heels, Y/N.” He was annoyed, pressing the gas further down and moving around other vehicles like he thinks he’s a nascar driver or something.
“It’s not your decision of how clothed or not I want to be.”
“Well, then we’re making a stop before the reception.” He pulled off the highway and sped down the exit, taking a right at the stop light and flying down the road. He only slowed to turn into a luxury dress store and parked, turning the car off.
“I’m fucking walking, asshole.” You reach for the door handle, but he holds his finger over the lock button and moves across the console to shut the door back.
“The hell you are.”
You continue to try and open the door, using all your might, but even with hardly a grip Grayson’s stronger than you.
“You’ve never acted this way before.” You subside from trying to leave and cross your arms, covering the exposed cleavage he’s so upset about.
“I’m not trying to control you, Y/N,” he sighs and let’s go of the door. “I just don’t want anybody getting ideas. You’re mine.” He runs his hand through his hair, it’s disheveled and a couple strands had fallen upon his forehead.
“I didn’t think this would be an issue for you. I figured you’d like to see me wear this.”
“You’re more than welcome to wear it at home.” He flicked his eyebrows up and down and you let out a small laugh.
“Fine. Better hurry up in here or we’ll be late.” You both empty the vehicle and he joins you on the sidewalk, landing a harsh slap to your ass before grabbing your waist with a chuckle.
“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”
“We’ll see who’s upset when we get home tonight..”
request: y/n and grayson are enemies who happen to share the same friend group. while everyone is having a night out at the club, y/n is being harassed and groped by a guy. she finds grayson and taps the side of his hand to hold hands. graysons about to cuss her out but he immediately goes into protective mode
a/n: i appreciate all of your requests, keep em coming! i hope you enjoy this <3
it was a saturday night and your friends decided they wanted to go out clubbing. your best friend thought it would a good idea for everyone to get ready at her house. she said it'll be easier for everyone could leave from there. it was only four of you guys; rose, you, kent, and grayson.
now grayson wasn’t particularly your friend. he was more like a coworker, but even then he was barely that. rose and kent know you guys bump heads often, but it’s never gotten too crazy. you only put up with it because wherever kent goes, grayson just has to follow. there’s no escaping him even if you wanted to. it’s the same thing with you and Rose, now that you think about it, but that’s different.
when you walked into the club, the hot air swept across your face. it smelled of hot bodies and alcohol. you like to party, but you’re more of a kickback girl, not a club girl. nonetheless, you wanted to let loose and have some fun.
“let’s get some drinks! boys, can you go to the bar and get something good?” rose asked, looking over at kent and grayson.
“we’ll get something for you, but not for y/n.” grayson smirked as you just rolled your eyes.
“oh please, i don’t need you to do anything for me. hell, i’ll get it myself. rose, come with me.” you responded, purposely pushing gray out of the way.
“don’t worry y/n, you’re gonna need me one day!” he yelled out, but you just ignored him, flipping him off as you walked towards the bar. you saw that the bartender was a woman and you instantly felt safe.most of the creeps here always have to comment on your drinks saying that you “couldn’t handle your drinks”.
“hey ladies, what can i get for you?” the bartender smiled, showing off her cheeky dimples.
“hi! um, i’ll take a long island iced tea, please? and what do you want rose?”
“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”
“bloody mary and a long island coming up!”
one drink turned into at least five more. you kind of stopped counting but all you know is you felt amazing. at this point, you were on the dance floor with rose having the time of your life. music was blasting, you had a couple of drinks in your system, and everything felt great.
“hey, why do you hate grayson so much? he’s nice you know plus he’s our friend.” rose asked, yelling a bit as she leaned into your ear.
you were confused about why she was asking you about him, considering they haven’t been with us since you got your drinks.
“i don’t hate him, i just strongly dislike him. he just annoys me i don’t know. why are you even asking about him, it’s gonna ruin the nighttt.” you replied, slurring your words at the end.
“i think you guys would look cute together, to be honest,” she giggled, slapping your shoulder, but you swiped her hand away.
“gross! there’s no way in fucking hell i’d end up with him. anywho i think i want another drink, wanna come with?” you asked as she shook her head no. you knew in your head you didn’t need another drink, but you wanted one.
you sat down and before you could tell her what you wanted, she already put the drink in front of you. “this last one is on me, girl.” she smiled as you thanked her. a few seconds later, you felt someone’s hot breath on your neck.
“hey there beautiful, are you all alone tonight?” the man said then he touched your lower back slightly.
“hey, do you know what personal space is? and don’t fucking touch me, you don’t know me!” you hissed, standing up and slapping his hands off of you.
“c’mon sweetness, i’ve been watching you all night, and right now i’m tired of watching. i want you, now,” he growled, pushing you closer to him and then he roughly grabbed your ass. immediately you cursed and then slapped him and ran in the other direction.
tears started to brim in your eyes, but you started to look for Grayson. you don’t know why he was the first person to pop into your head, but he was. soon enough you saw him in the corner with a drink in his hand. luckily he was alone so you started to stumble towards him, making your way through the crowd.
you tapped the side of his hand and then you intertwined his with yours. “yo y/n what the fuck are you-“ he stopped when he saw what you looked like. makeup stained by your tears and you could barely stand on your two feet. “gray please i n-need you. i was at the b-bar and a man t-touched me.” you began to cry again, yet you were holding hands with grayson. he smiled at the shorter version of his name. you always called him by his full name so the fact that you called him “gray” made his heart flutter slightly.
he tried to push that in the back of his head so he can focus and try to comfort you. “y/n come here,” he cooed, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your hair. you were leaving a mess on his shirt, but you didn’t care. you just needed his comfort. your mind started to wonder about the words you spoke earlier to him. it was ironic that you were crying in your enemy's arms, but you decided not to say anything. you knew he never predicted this to happen, but that didn’t matter right now. you just needed grayson.
grayson continued to rub your back and whisper comforting things in your ear, but in reality, he was ready to raise hell thinking about the man who touched you. you two have never really been friends and hell he never really gave you the light of day. yet he never wanted anything bad to happen to you, especially something like this. he’s never seen you this drunk before and he definitely won’t admit it, but it’s nice that you found him and not rose or kent.
“y/n, let’s go home yeah? i don’t want you to be here any longer. we need to get you home and in bed.” grayson explained, you looked up at him with glossy, stained mascara eyes and gave him a nod.
“but what about the man? what if we see him on our way out?” you asked, holding on to him even tighter than before.
“i hope we don’t, but if we do that asshole will know to never touch another woman again, especially you y/n. i am so sorry that this happened to you.” by surprise, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. you were shocked of course, but you didn’t say anything. you just smiled to yourself and followed grayson to the entrance.
You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it.
A/N: Everyone thank Miss Ari for inspiring me to write this. This is also inspired by the lovely @punani and her fic “Sweet, St. Catherine” Everyone go give it a read if want to see this fic, but done better. 🤍
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: yeah this is pretty much only smut and Grayson being hot
Sometimes, you’re just insatiable.
It wasn’t like Grayson was doing anything that attractive. He was simply being himself, which if you’re honest, is more than enough to turn you on sometimes. His smile is warm when he turns to check on you, noticing you’ve more than checked out of the current conversation.
It’s a game night at a mutual friend’s house, something that has become a weekly tradition during quarantine. Usually, you’d be able to hint to him what you want. A slight glance here, a lingering touch on his thigh, a subtle bite of the lip, and Grayson knows it’s time to start saying goodbye. But with the two of you placed on opposing teams tonight, his competitiveness is coming through, and he’s entirely focused on the game at hand.
The issue is he’s close enough, but still too far away from you at this moment. He laughs at whatever joke that you missed and reaches up to stretch, unintentionally flexing as he does so. You bite your lip, watching him, wondering if his friends would mind you letting him blow your back out in the middle of the room.
“You okay? It’s your turn.” Your friend nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. Grayson sends you a confused look, slightly concerned at how spaced out you seem.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just not really feeling,” You look down at the game. “Monopoly?” You were pretty sure you were playing something else, too distracted by your boyfriend to realize what was even going on. You roll the dice and go back to boring holes into Grayson’s head, hoping that he’ll mentally pick up it’s time to go home now.
Unfortunately, as incredible as he is, Grayson can be rather dense sometimes. It takes another 45 minutes until the game finally ends when he does come to check on you.
“You okay, angel? You seem out of it tonight.” He sits next to you, leaning into you to whisper into your ear.
“Yeah. Just not really feeling game night anymore.” You sigh longingly. You take this chance to fully appreciate Grayson. He’s not even dressed that special, only in his Kids See Ghost sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His beards grown in a bit and his signature chain is peeking through. His cologne is warm and expensive, and any chance of you calming down has flown out the window.
While Grayson can be oblivious sometimes, he’s perceptive enough to pick up the change of tone and the very slow once-over you give him. You watch as his eyes darken, pupils almost immediately turning his eyes black.
“Yeah?” His voice has dropped an octave, and he’s leaning even closer, pulling your legs over his. At this moment, you thank the universe for your friends being too occupied by another game to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. Any closer, and you would be completely sitting on his lap as he started to trace loose circles on your thigh.
“Yeah,” You repeat. “Think I’m ready to go home.” He kisses your temple lightly before pulling you up and announcing your departure. You duck your head a little, embarrassed by the way your friends yell and laugh about the obvious reason the two of you are leaving. Grayson, ever the man, just holds his head proud, not even trying to hide how he’s half-hard. His hand is low on your back, and you could kill him at the not-so-subtle wink he throws Ethan on the way out.
“So, that was embarrassing.” You grumble once you’re finally in the car.
“Please, as if they didn’t notice you practically eye-fucking me half the night.” Your eyes widen, and you hit him on the arm.
“You saw me! Why didn’t you do anything earlier?” Grayson moves his arm to avoid your assault, mumbling something about how he’s still driving.
“Angel, it was funny. Besides, it’s hot when you get all needy like that.” He moves your hand to your leg once you finally stop hitting him, rubbing up and down in hopes to get you to forgive him.
“I hate you.” You cross your arms, ignoring the way his hand is slowly moving up your thigh.
“You sure about that?” With that, his hand disappears underneath your dress, immediately zeroing in on your clit and rubbing small circles over your underwear. Your legs open instantly, and already your whining softly.
“Gray.” You whimper, want replacing whatever irritation you were feeling. His touch is light, teasing you just enough to want more but not enough for you to really feel anything due to the cotton fabric in the way. “More, please.” You plead. Something, anything would be better than the feather-light touches he’s currently giving you. Luckily, Grayson’s just as needy and slips his hand underneath your waistband.
“God, how are you so wet already.” He groans, circling some of your slick before inserting a finger slowly. Two loud thumps are heard as both of you lean your heads back.
“Gray, focus.” You remind, jumping when the car swerves considerably to the left. You grip his hand to stop his pumping, and he finally refocuses, righting the car immediately.
He removes his finger, and both of you moan: you from the loss of contact and him from the shiny wetness left on his hand, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. Your eyes widen, and another wave of arousal floods your center when he takes a long suck, cleaning off everything you left on his hand, eyes never leaving yours.
If it wasn’t for the streetlights, you would’ve missed the way his intense stare darkens even more, and your chest tightens. You slightly whimper, and he takes a sharp inhale.
could you write a lil blurb or concept about gray having to shut you up while he fucks you? like, you’re moaning soooo fucking loud and he just says something cocky to piss you off before he kisses you hard or clamps his hand over your mouth. i love this shit it’s so hot
This literally made me clench i fucking love this.
I love the idea of it being in a hotel, too -- even though there’s nothing worse than being a stranger on the other side of that wall. But you’re encapsulated in this space where time has ceased to exist and it feels like you’re in your own little world, just the two of you. A stay-cation in Malibu in a giant, luxurious room with the ocean crashing 50 yards away and the sunset illuminating the walls a pale orange.
You and Grayson had come back from dinner with every intention of making the romance last with a walk on the beach until dark, maybe find some live music, and follow it with a nightcap in the form of a hot bath in the giant claw foot tub of your suite.
But you’d had two glasses of wine — a rarity, since you usually skipped drinks altogether with Gray — and your body is feeling loose and horny in that special way only that substance can make you. Grayson had nipped at your ear as you fumbled, giggling, with they key card to get back into the room, whispering how beautiful you looked and how sweet you smelled. The same could be said for him, and you do so with a pouty, seductive simper thrown over your shoulder as well.
And by the time you stumbled into the room together, you had already decided that there’s no way the two of you are leaving this room tonight.
Grayson seems to have been on the same page, because before you know it he’s hoisting you into his arms, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carries you to the bed. You wrap your arms around his neck, clutching your elbows in your hands as you pull his face towards your own until your smiles are melding together, sloppy and practiced and wonderful.
You squeak when he drops you onto the cloud-like mattress, shaking your disheveled hair out of your face with your the corners of yours lips turned up even though the lower one is caught tightly in your teeth. Your dress has ridden up around your hips from how he had held you just a moment ago, but you make no effort to pull it down or hide the now-exposed red lace beneath.
Grayson mirrors your smirk and follows you on his hands and knees as you scoot up the pillows, until you’re caged by his thick arms and hard body. He’s still wearing the white linen shirt he wore to dinner, and the way it billows out at his stomach but clings to the ridiculous breadth of his shoulders and chest makes you clench and moan a little.
“You’re... really sexy,” you sigh, unable to come up with a more sophisticated adjective that’s just as fitting for this man above you, but feeling like you just needed to let him know one way or the other. You slip your fingers past the open buttons at the top of his shirt so you can thread them through his chest hair, your other hand sliding up his forearm until your fingers are clutched around his bicep and squeezing.
Grayson grins and flexes his arm, and you catch the glint in his eye before you toss your head back with another laugh and a moan. “Fuck.”
“Haven’t even touched you, baby,” he reminds smugly, tensing his bicep again and watching, enthralled, as you let out a breathless huff and hitch your legs up around his waist.
Even Grayson can’t resist lowering his hips now, following the pressure you coaxed against him to bring his body closer to yours. He’s already hard himself, but you don’t have it in you to tease him about it, because the sensation of that bulge against your nearly-bare center is almost too much. You moan louder than before, sliding your hand up his neck until you’re gripping the hair at the nape tightly and dragging his lips back to yours.
The gasps and whimpers that pass your lips and into his are needy and whiny and almost foreign to your own ears in how loud and obvious they are, especially when you find leverage to drag your clothed pussy over the hard ridge of his dick behind the zipper of his forest green pants. Your hands fumble with his belt and fly as you suck on his tongue, your slim fingers trembling with desperation as you push them down his hips roughly.
“Fuck me,” you say, and it comes out more demanding and loud than you mean it to. Grayson doesn’t seem to care one bit, however, maybe even more turned on himself by how voracious you’re being as you suck wet kisses across his stubbled jaw. You tongue his lobe and nip it gently before pressing your lips right to his ear. “Please. Need you so bad.”
“Mm. Please. I like that,” he murmurs through a shiver, turning his head so that his nose nuzzles your cheek. “Wanna hear you say it all night.”
Again, maybe any other night you would have flipped him over and sucked his dick so good until that (no pun intended) cockiness would be wiped clear from his mind. But you’re ravenous for him and only in the mood to play into it right now. It usually yields good results, if history is to repeat itself, and you’re more than ready for him to show off.
Grayson gets you naked in seconds, and lets you whip his shirt over his head and push his pants down further until he has to stand off the bed to shed them. He climbs back on the mattress on his knees, his erection evident in his tiny briefs, but he makes no moves to free it despite your earlier request. His calloused hands brush up your silky shins, cupping your knees and pushing them apart so that he’s greeted by the sight of your pussy. Your arousal glistens in the filtered light of the sunset, and Grayson’s cock throbs hard as he settles between your legs like the last missing piece of a puzzle — right where he belongs.
You accept the deep, wet kiss he leans down to give you with a sigh, unable to resist the urge to cup him and stroke him through the tight material of his underwear. Grayson grunts softly and pushes into your hand, and your fingers curl around him as much as they can in the confines his dick is in.
Maddeningly, he scoots down so your touch is just out of reach when your fingertips start to inch into his waistband. But before you can complain, his lips are wrapping around one of your nipples, and your working brain is gone again.
He spends an inordinate amount of time ravishing your tits, relishing in the pretty sounds he elicits, especially when his fingers sneak down and thread through your pussy. He groans when he feels how wet you are already, murmurs something about how needy you are, and slips two thick digits inside you just to fill you up. Just to feel you soak and clench them, to get a literal first-hand reaction to how his lips and tongue and teeth above affect you below. It’s amazing in how good but unsatisfying the sensation is, and you can only grip his hair tighter and moan louder.
When he finally licks and kisses down your stomach, you’re a whimpering, writhing mess on the duvet as he wastes no time in swiping his tongue around your clit, then suctioning it into his mouth.
“Holy fuck, Gray!” you shriek, your thighs clamping around his ears of their own accord and your hands flying up to grip the pillow beneath your head.
Grayson growls roughly and pulls his fingers out of you so he can free himself. He looks up at you with dark, lust-clouded eyes as he pushes your legs out and up, following the rise of your hips so he can blanket your pussy with his whole mouth. His tongue swipes up your slit, dipping into your hole and dragging out the slick, swallowing some and pooling the rest with his saliva around your clit once again.
You don’t know if he’s ever eaten you out this good, and that’s saying something, because if there’s one thing Grayson Dolan can proudly say he’s more than accomplished at — it’s eating pussy. Maybe it’s the wine, or the setting, or just an overwhelming surge of passion for your boyfriend, but you’re crying out in all of a minute with your hands delved back into his thick hair and your thighs trembling like an autumn leaf in the wind.
You vaguely feel him slide off the end of the bed to get rid of his underwear before he’s suddenly hovering back over you, and he’s kissing your swollen lips as he hitches a leg high around his waist and slides into you.
He holds your other leg out and pins it to the bed, and you’re moaning instantly at the stretch of him, at the depth he reaches like this. Your arms wrap around his back and your nails dig into his muscled shoulders, but his hiss is drowned out by the high pitch of your cries as he starts fucking you for real.
Your vision is blurry but your eyes lock with Grayson’s, and the image of his slack-jawed face makes you clench involuntarily with a fresh rush of arousal. Grayson moans himself and kisses you swiftly before sitting back on his haunches and hauling your hips into his lap. His hands grip your waist tightly as he flicks his pelvis up into yours, and you lose sight of him as your eyes roll back into your head.
If you were in your right mind, you might have noticed how fucking loud you’re being, your shrieks echoing off the walls and probably reverberating down the hall. You don’t have two shits to give, though, as your fingers clench tightly in the white comforter and your voice rings out of its own accord, every sound fucked straight out of you by Grayson’s dick.
Grayson himself is so worked up, his expression is practically crazed as he watches the way he’s making you fall apart. His chest is sweaty and that sexy flop of hair dangles over his forehead and into his eyes as he gives you a few more powerful, expert thrusts before he has to slow down and collect himself.
“Jesus,” he groans, leaning over you once again after he pulls your legs over his shoulders. He supports himself on one forearm and grabs a tit with his other hand, letting out a wild, breathless laugh as he starts pumping into you again. “Are you trying to get us kicked out of this hotel?”
Shut up, is what your brain tells him in reply, but all what comes out of your mouth is a desperate, “Please fuck me!”
Grayson grunts and his hand leaves your breast in favor of clamping tightly around your mouth, muffling the volume of the sounds you couldn’t hold back if you tried. Sweat mingles on your skin that’s pressed together, eyes locked passionately as he gives you those hard, deep strokes that make you cum like a fountain around his cock.
And it’s Grayson’s turn to be loud, the hot, wet clamp of your pussy simply too much for him as he empties inside you with a guttural groan. Your arms feel like dead weight, but you manage to lift them up and wrap around him as he lets your legs go and cuddles up to you with an exhausted sigh.
The two of you fall asleep right there, blissfully unaware of the sharp knock and an obnoxious piece of hotel pad paper slipped under your door.
could you write about being in a long distance relationship with gray and seeing each other in person?💙
grayson dolan x reader
""How are things going in Jersey?" You asked as you stared down towards the screen of your phone. Grayson's face filled the screen as he sat lounging in his bed, mimicking you as you did the same.
The two of you sat in your own rooms hundreds and thousands of miles apart from one another. It was something that the two of you were used to even though he'd moved from LA back to his hometown in Jersey.
The two of you met through friends. You'd come to LA to visit with a few of your girlfriends. One night all of you had gone out and over the twin's place for a get-together. The moment you saw him it was like everyone else didn't matter. The two of you clicked almost immediately and hadn't left the other side the entire night. It was almost scary how much you trusted him and fell for him. It hurt when after a few weeks in the sunny state you had to go back home.
You remembered the tightening in your chest as you walked away from him in LAX airport. But that didn't stop the two of you from being committed to one another. For nearly two years the two of you have dated from long distances. Even though it was hard at times when you missed him so deeply - it didn't change your mind about how you felt about him. Grayson Dolan was your everything, no matter where the two of you were in the world.
"Good, amazing. Feels so much better to be home." Grayson sighed softly, moving his hand up to run through his long hair. You noticed how it seemed to be a little curlier than usual. "Everything is falling into place with the new house."
"Where's Ethan?" You asked, noticing the silence. Usually, when the two of you were on the phone together Ethan popped in a few times. Ethan had become like a brother to you, so it didn't bother you when his face would pop on screen.
"Australia. He went to go and see Kris." Grayson answered and sighed heavily, "Speaking of seeing one...when are you coming out?"
You couldn't stop the wide smile that came over your face as you looked at him. This was the whole point of you calling him sort of late, but naturally, the two of you got distracted with catching up.
It has been nearly seven months since you'd last seen him. Touched him. Kissed him.
"Well, I got some good news today," You paused "I got approval from work for my vacation time...meaning I have four weeks off coming up."
Grayson's eyes widened as he looked at you, "Don't fuck with me..."
"I'm not. I have all of December off, the office is going to be slowing around then so my boss told me to enjoy the holidays a little early. I don't have to be back till after the New Year."
"I get Christmas with you!" Grayson's voice boomed through the speaker of your phone. You nodded your head as a soft giggle passed through your lips. "Four weeks with my baby?"
"Four weeks and a few more days, yeah."
Grayson let out a big scream of happiness as he nearly jumped off the bed. Soon his face was gone and you were watching him jump around, the happiness and excitement of seeing you coming over him. He couldn't contain it.
"My baby is coming to see me! Holy fuck!" He screamed.
Soon the sound of a door opening was heard, and soon Lisa's soft voice could be heard. You couldn't hear exactly what she was saying, but you knew it was her.
"Sorry, ma," Grayson spoke the wide smile still on his face. "Y/N is coming to see me. Four weeks."
"I'm happy to hear it, can't wait to have her. But just keep your voice down."
Grayson moved back to the phone and grabbed it, his face filling the screen once more. "I can't wait to see you. I hope you're ready to me never leaving your side."
"I don't want you to. I'm gonna stick to you like a koala bear."
summary: y/n couldn’t hardly wait for the festivities to commence, it’s her favorite time of the year, after all. but when she’s receives her present, it’s so much more than she could have ever imagined..
warnings: some ceo!grayson for you, swearing, dominant male, very slight exhibition, and christmas flavored smut!
word count: 2.7k
a/n: i know the picture has nothing to do with christmas, i just thought it was funny :) happy holidays babies <3
The board room was bustling, everyone on the floor gathering to play the annual Secret Santa game. You didn't have to participate, but given the holiday spirit that surrounded the entire building, it was almost insane not to partake in the festivities. And with so many people, it made things a little extra fun, considering how difficult it was to guess your secret gift-giver.
"Y/N! Catch!" Alisha tosses a rectangular wrapped gift to Y/N, who had surprisingly caught it without flinching. It was thin, most likely a card, but it was odd that it was wrapped in a matte, dark shade of red. Y/N was grinning nevertheless, and she couldn't wait for things to get started. She loved the smiles everyone had on their faces, and the rosy red that circled their cheeks with joy.
It wasn't hard to assume Y/N's favorite holiday was Christmas...
"Everyone have a gift??" Ben, one of the office mates, asked, everyone nodding giddily in unison.
"Okay, on three everyone open your gifts!" He yelled, wide eyed and cheerful.
"One," everyone counted along.
"Two,"
"Three!"
And with that, the unwrapping commenced, the loud sounds of ripping and laughter spewing every which way. Y/N waited a long moment, looking around at everyone as they brightly opened up their secret Santa presents, specifically looking for her person; Jared. He looked satisfied with Y/N's gift and began looking around, she took it as a note to go ahead and open her own.
Nice and neatly, she unwrapped the gift with care, opening to what she had previously presumed; a card. The front was a blank white except for a small drawn Christmas tree, and when she opened it up, a couple of words were scribbled across it, reading—
merry christmas, kitten
your gifts await you, i'm longing for you to open them
they're on your desk
- santa
Her cheeks began to burn, lifting her eyes from the card to take a look around. No one seemed suspicious, or even likely to have given her this card. The pit of her stomach erupted with butterflies, unable to tell if she was more so excited or aroused.
Kitten??
Oh, it made her chest rise and fall so very unsteadily. She hoped to god no one noticed her red face and the mess of a fluster she had herself twisted in, only from reading but a few words.
The room began to chatter, everyone conversing with their fellow workers. Whilst Y/N sat silently, withdrawn from the world as her thoughts evaded her very being. All she could think about was what could possibly be on her desk?
"You alright, dear?" One of the older women, Dana, smoothed her hand upon Y/N's back, a slightly concerned tone in her sweet voice.
"Oh-I I'm just fine! Just a bit overwhelmed with it all." She chuckled it off, like it was no worry and the women nodded her head with a faint smile.
"It's a bit hectic in here, I wouldn't mind leavin' myself." Dana left one last little pat on Y/N's back and turned, making her way around everyone with a silent gaze.
Y/N does the same, quickly exiting the overcrowded room and into the eerily quiet corridor. Down the hall and some stairs, she's met with her own secluded office— that she had locked prior to leaving for the Christmas events. When she twisted the handle, it opened with a click and her door swung open.
The subtle light of the moon cascades through the room, and the first thing she laid her eyes on were the perfectly wrapped boxes with bows on her desk. Y/N let herself in, locking the door cautiously behind before taking a better look at her gifts.
Two much larger rectangular boxes were styled on top of each other, golden wrapping paper and professionally tied red bows beautifully placed. The other, much more square, present had a small handmade letter stuck to it, and it read—
these are for later
G.
It didn't make much sense to Y/N, but with a furrow in her brow she continued, pulling at the strings around the first big box. After sliding the lid off, a long, silky black dress sat folded, looking ravishing in the moonlight. She looped her fingers around the delicate shoulder straps, slipping it out of its former box and watching it flow all the way down to the ground. She presses it to her body, her cheeks burning and her stomach full of butterflies fluttering in every which way.
Absolutely incredible..
Holding the extravagant silk to her chest, she opens the smaller present, a breathless shriek sounding from her throat. Y/N covers her mouth, her eyes widening as she gapes upon the elegant diamond necklace proudly displayed against the velvety black texture it sat upon. Another note stashed beside the remarkable jewelry—
i could spoil you like this
all the time
Her heart was beating fast as she opened the third and final present, a set of ruby red lingerie that left little to the imagination. It looked to be the correct size, something that'd hide perfectly under such a thin dress—
be ready tonight
@ 11:00 here
wearing your christmas presents
Y/N slumped down into her office chair, a total daze coming over her, looking at all of her pretty things. It was already nine-thirty, and her ugly Christmas sweater began to feel heavy against her torso.
Who in the fuck could this be?
She felt pulled between a foreign sense of reality and sensuality. Almost angry, upset that someone thought they could swoon her with gifts and she'd fall into their trap so easily.
But how could she resist?
She kicked those hard feelings out the door, grasping all of her new items and making a speedy way home, miraculously making it to her driveway without a ticket. She had little time to prepare; a hot shower, new layer of makeup, curling her hair perfectly, and allowing her thoughts to run wild in the process.
And then, she put the dress on.
It fit perfectly, not one bit of it too tight or too baggy. It shaped her figure with excellence and even Y/N knew she was lethal. And unforgettably, the set beneath was just a dazzling. And oh, the necklace.
It sat perfect across her chest, so simple and classy. She felt spoiled with riches, divine and so wonderfully clad with expenses way past her pay grade, like a dream come true.
She looked herself in the mirror, taking in every last piece of her being while it lasted. She'd be late if she stared any longer, so she whispered a little prayer before speeding all the way back to her office.
No one was there, the parking lot empty. She only had three minutes to spare, and her office was on the fourteenth floor, the exact amount of time it takes if she clicked her heels fast enough.
Y/N locked her car with a beep and made her way towards the elevators, an eerie silence scattering through the entire parking garage. A couple taps of a button and a silent elevator ride and she was already unlocking the door to her office with shaky hands. For a moment, she leveled her breathing, finally twisting the handle and letting herself in. She didn't bother with the lights, satisfied with the darkness that surrounded her. Taking a look around, she didn't see anything different, or anyone.
She walked around her desk, seating herself in her chair and propping her feet up on the hardwood and checking the time on her phone.
"Three minutes late," She flinched, gasping at the sound of a man's voice out of nowhere. "I always took you as a punctual women." Out of the shadows, a suited man emerged. It took Y/N only a second to recognize him.
"Mr. D—" Her eyes were wide and she could hardly finish her sentence, watching the man come devilishly close to her. He snaked his way towards her, slow and deliberate, and he seated himself atop her desk, right beside her perched legs.
"Were you surprised, kitten?" His voice was so dark and handsome, like dark chocolate softening so effortlessly against your tongue. His grin was evil too as he looked at your figure. She took her feet off her desk and her nerves surrounded her all the sudden, stiffening in the pit of her stomach as she gazed at him.
"How— W-Why? Me?" She was at a loss for words, stranded in her own work space as she whimpered beneath the stare of the attractive man.
"You've been on my mind a lot lately, Ms. Y/L/N, a little too often, if you don't mind me saying." He stood again, towering over Y/N only to bend down, face to face with her, and grip the arms of the chair that Y/N crumbled within.
"I must say, you look dangerously beautiful." His eyes roamed her all at once, her cheeks aflame yet again and her body burning with arousal.
"Grays—Mr. Dolan, I-I don't understand.." She broke from his eyes and stared to the floor, nervous and confused with the entirety of this evening.
"You don't have to understand," Softly, he placed his fingers below her chin and brought her to face him. Her brows unfurrowed as she looked into his hazel eyes, a sense of peace watering away her fears.
Her eyes traveled from his, slowly down his nose, onto his cupid’s bow and lastly, his lips. She didn’t know what it was, but her body urged towards him, likewise of a magnet and metal.
His eyes fell too, his breathing softening and his grip on the chair lightening. And it happened..
Y/N succumbed to the attraction, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling his lips to hers, breaking the silence with a whineful plea.
His hands attached to her waist, lifting her from her chair. She wrapped her legs around his torso, her eyes closed shut and her breathing so erratic and heavy. He removed his hands to support her beneath her thighs, his touch sending shivers throughout her body.
Y/N suckled his bottom lip, a dew-like lust glistening in her newly opened eyes. Grayson groaned, slamming her backside against the window. She gasped, taking a moment to analyze the situation.
“I don’t thin—”
“You scared?” He cocked his eyebrow, a sinister grin upon his lips that, unfortunately, Y/N couldn’t resist.
With a scoff, her fingers went flying down his dress shirt, unbuttoning all of it as quick as she could, as if to answer his petty question. He shrugs the shirt and blazer off, but Y/N keeps the dark red tie slung loosely around his neck, something she’d hold onto later..
Next to go was her fabulous silk dress that she daintily, and torturously, pulled off, throwing it toward her desk with a smirk.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Dolan.” She twists her hands around his tie, pushing him backward enough to fall back into her chair, whilst she stood in all of her glory. The ruby red set looked extravagant against her skin, and even Grayson could hardly contain himself.
Seductively slow, she made her way over to him, sitting atop his thighs with a shiny grin, his hard erection stiffening against her clothed pussy nicely.
“Someone’s excited?” It was Y/N turn to give him a devilish look, but he didn’t coward away in embarrassment. Instead, he drove his hips upward, frightening Y/N with his sudden action. He lifted her up like a feather and splayed her against her desk, making a mess of any and everything that was once properly set on it.
He hooked his fingers around her lacy panties, pulling them down her legs and off her feet. He crumbled them up and stuffed them in her mouth, sending a course slap to the side of her thigh, in which Y/N jolted from after.
“You think I’m excited? I can see how fucking wet your pussy is from here.” He began to unbuckled his belt, hastily pulling it from the loops. He thought about tying her hands up with it, but he didn’t know her boundaries and he wanted to respect her in that way at least.
He let his slacks fall to the floor, following his seemingly tight boxers, and Y/N sighed in discomfort. He looked enormous, and she hasn’t had any action in months. She spit the cloth out of her mouth, wiping her lips to talk.
“Please.. b-be easy on me, Mr. Dolan..” Y/N whimpered, though she felt that tingling sensation at her core and she couldn’t hardly wait for him to penetrate her so effortlessly and untame. He chuckled, softly sliding his large hand soothingly down his cock, his other hand grasping her knee and spreading her open wide.
“You’re so fearful, kitten.” His words were somewhat contradictory to his thoughts. He could tell her little hole was so tight and woven, and that she was nervous for his entrance. But he would mind her words, and take it as slow as he could restrain himself to. He kneeled to the ground, a softness waving over him as he gripped his hands under her knees.
“Tell me what feels good, sweetheart.” His hot breath felt foreign against her soaked folds, and she couldn’t hardly contain the blush that strikes her cheeks so red and full.
“Your, uhm, your tongue, Mr. Dolan!” Her words were breathless and she could hardly speak, embarrassed of the words emptying from her mouth.
“Good girl,” He slid his languid tongue upon her pearl, eliciting short tremors to implode from the center of her body. He would glide his hot muscle so deliberately against her clit, and she whimpered again for him.
He quickened his pace and Y/N became an absolute moaning mess for him. His tongue continued downward, slipping in and out her little hole while he led his thumb to knead her pulsating bud. Y/N could hardly keep her eyes open, the pleasure was almost too much and she knew she’d be done for any second.
And somehow, Grayson knew that too.
He nuzzled her pussy one last time before standing up again, his cock erect and standing against his stomach full.
“Have you been naughty or nice this year, Ms. Y/L/N?” He pulled her body closer to him, watching her unclip the last garment that shielded him from her.
She couldn’t speak, and she covered her face with her hands. She was slowly coming to terms that she was really fucking her boss right now, but morality was thrown out the window at this point and she felt irreversible desire for him.
“Answer me.” He watched a pearl of precum slope down his shaft, and he was so ready to fuck her senselessly.
“Nice!” It didn’t take a second longer before Grayson stuffed the head of his cock into her entrance, a low and guttural groan emitting from him.
He slid himself in slow, muttering a string of curses and praises as he did so. Y/N felt sore, but a pleasurable friction helped with the agony of him stretching her walls thin.
She whined for more, curling her toes as he thrusted his cock a little faster. She had never seen Grayson so messy and unwound, he was always properly dressed and annunciated when she was around him. But now, he was so devilishly sunken between her legs and a whole different side of him was aroused and ready to break Y/N in two.
He threw his head back, a movement that made Y/N lurch with desire. She felt her orgasm approaching yet again, and this time she wouldn’t be denied of it. Grayson’s was close too, and his pace was fast and loud, hopefully no one was on the floor except them.
She clenched her eyes closed as the knot within her unwound, and her juices surrounded him entirely as she shook with pleasure and let her moans reach his ears.
He uncovered himself from within her, mercilessly stroking his cock a few more times before his hot semen spilled across her thighs.
He collapsed against her, both of their bodies heaving trying to regain their breaths back.
Grayson felt like his body was wired with the nerves coursing through his veins. For years you and Grayson have been friends, circling in the same group, and each time your friendship grows stronger. Never did he feel this way towards anyone else before. It scared him and made his nervousness hit a high new level.
Your laugh caught his attention and pulled it back towards you. The butterflies in his stomach erupted as he saw your face split into a smile. He could feel the corners of his own lips turning up into a smile.
"Just do it, Gray. Just do it." He told himself over and over.
But he wanted to talk to you alone. He didn't want the rest of your friend group around when he finally got the courage.
When you stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen with your empty glass. He knew that was his chance.
With shaky legs, Grayson stood up and headed towards the same direction that you left in. When he walked into the kitchen, you were standing towards the back part of the kitchen where the drinks were set up.
Your head snaps towards the sounds of footsteps, a smile coming across your lips when you saw that it was Grayson. "Hey."
"H-Hey..." He cleared his throat when he heard how shaky his voice was. "Can we...um...talk?"
"Of course." Suddenly you became concerned for your friend. You set your drink down on the counter before walking out towards the back patio. The sound of your other friends cut off as Grayson closed the door. "What's going on?" You asked
Grayson stood before you nervous with his hands rubbing against the legs. He looked down towards his feet and mumbled to himself for a couple seconds before his eyes met yours.
"I-I...We have been friends for a while, and you've become someone that means a lot to me..." Grayson started, taking a deep breath before continuing. His nervousness was making you nervous. "And o-over the years..."
Grayson couldn't get out of his own head. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair and tugged on his hair.
"Fuck, why can't I get this out," Grayson groaned.
As you watched him struggle in front of you, it finally hit you what he was saying. A smile came across your lips before you took a couple of steps towards him. Your hands reached up and caressed his face before pulling him down towards you. Grayson's lips pressed against yours. He froze against you for a moment before relaxing against you, his hands grabbing at your waist and pulling you closer. Grayson's lips began to move against yours as he deepened the kiss.
The two of you stood there entangled with each other before slowly pulling away. His forehead pressed against yours as your labored breaths passed between the two of you.
"I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to tell me," You spoke softly
His eyes snapped towards you in shock, "What? Y-You knew?"
You giggled softly, "I had a feeling...hoping."
Grayson's face reached up and caressed over your cheeks before smiling, bending down, and kissing you again. You moaned against his lips and pulled him tighter against you.
y/n is a interior designer and grayson starts to take a liking to her. she’s always at his new house to help him with designing
Grayson couldn't take his eyes off you. He loved the way your face lit up whenever you started to talk about the project. He loved how your eyes lit up and you started to talk a little faster the more excited you became.
Ever since he bought a new house in Jersey with his brother, they both decided it was better to have a professional take over the actual interior part. The two of them had one too many ideas and at the end of everything. But what Grayson wasn't expecting the first time you came to the house was how instantly he got a crush on you.
Ethan could see how much his twin liked you. He was shocked you didn't know, or if you did, you gave no indication. Any time you even looked at Grayson he became a doe eyes love stricken fool. And when you asked him a question, the babbling and stuttering was in full effect.
"Grayson, what's your favorite color? So I can incorporate it into your room along with the other elements you said you wanted." You asked while standing in the nearly empty room that would soon become Grayson's.
"U-Uh...well...um..." Grayson stammered and looked down towards you, his heart feeling like it was going to come out of his chest. "G-Green...d-dark gr-green."
You gave him a small smile and turned back to your iPad as he internally cringed and scolded himself. He's never had a girl make him turn into a complete idiot.
But that was weeks ago and everything was coming together perfectly for the home. Grayson was shocked and amazing with how well you were able to know exactly what each of them wanted. The new house was starting to feel like a home - something they weren't able to achieve with their old home.
"This is really amazing," Grayson spoke as he stood beside you, looking over the final touches for his new closet. "You got everything - even down to the hardware."
You beamed up towards Grayson, "I'm glad that you like it." You touched a new tab on your iPad and swiped across the screen. "I know how important you said having good storage was to you."
Grayson nodded his head and felt the flutter of butterflies in his stomach again, along with the heat coming to settle on his cheeks. It was moments Grayson would walk into a room and see you standing there that he really thought about how much he wanted you to stay. Cause having you around the house was giving him a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.
Now he just had to work up the courage to ask you out before the house was finished.
grayson and his daughter getting hot cocoa for a sick, pregnant, mama back home 😭😭
hi guys i missed writing sm<3 i miss the twins too. anyways. thank you for sending this in my love, hope i can do it justice.
"ok, we need to look for the aisle with all the drinks," grayson said, adjusting his daughter in his arms.
"ok dad," she nodded. her favorite thing to do as of recently was to say 'dad' or 'momma' after every sentence; you both though it was absolutely adorable. her tiny feet kicked in his arms as she grasped onto grayson's cotton t-shirt.
they continued to walk through the grocery store, looking at all the signs. y/d/n continued to softly mutter unintelligble words, humming a song from her favorite pixar movie.
"do you see the drinks yet?" grayson questioned, pretending to be unaware of the aisle that was right next to him.
"i see it, dad," she cheered excitedly.
"where?" he said dubiously. "i cant see it," he looked around aimlessly, scratching his chin in thought.
"its right there, dad," she giggled, pointing. "its right in front of you, dad,"
grayson gasped, quickly rushing to the aisle. "uh oh! how did i not see that," he says, tickling her stomach as he scans the shelf for cocoa powder.
"you're so silly dad," she giggles again, laying her head on his shoulder while he grabs a small packet and chucks it in the basket in his other hand.
grayson proceeded to checkout, stopping along the way to buy a bouquet of flowers for you and a smaller bouquet for y/d/n. he finally put y/d/n down so she could carry the flowers. they walked out the grocery store, flowers and hot chocolate in hand to go home to see you.
y/d/n sniffed the soft petals. "mm," she hummed. "the flowers smell good, dad. momma will love them, dad," she says, skipping along the pavement as she ran to grayson's car.
she waited patiently by the trunk for grayson to open it. once it opened, she gently laid the flowers on the carpet, jumping up to touch the button to close it. she obviously couldn't reach it, so grayson easily pressed it and picked her up again to buckle her in her car seat.
he got in his own seat and began the drive home.
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"momma! momma look!"
you looked up from your desired spot in your queen bed, seeing y/d/n standing in the doorway with a bouquet flowers. you pouted, quickly sniffling from your runny nose.
"what do you got there, baby?" you cooed, opening your arms for her to envelop herself in. she quickly hugged you then held the flowers out for you to take.
"daddy and i got flowers, momma,” she smiled, slightly shoving them in your face for you to smell. your eyes widened, gently pushing them away.
"thank you, can you put them on my nightstand?" you asked, gesturing to the small table beside you. grayson walked in, sitting down on your side of the bed. you smiled at him.
"hey mama," he said, gently rubbing your pregnant belly. "do you like the flowers?"
you nodded, laying your hand on top of his and squeezing it. "did you get the hot cocoa?"
he nodded. "i got that and i also got y/d/n some flowers, but i think she's more interested in her mama right now, huh y/d/n?" he teased, once again tickling her sides.
your heart warmed as you watched the two loves of your life. you loved your little family, and couldn't wait for the new addition waiting in your belly.
Here is all the blurbs/concepts for alpha!grayson. So many people have been asking for a new and updated version, so here you are! i hope you enjoy 👀 (they’ll probably be more in the future!)
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New years with the alpha:
It’s your last new years before the pup comes and you just want to make it past 10 o’clock.
Protective Alpha:
You’re pregnant and Grayson’s very protective.
Christmas with the pups:
It’s Christmas Eve and everyone’s excited.
Doggy Style:
Grayson’s pissed off and needs you.
Simp!alpha:
Grayson is just so in love with you and he’s gets teased for it.
First time:
Grayson changes in front of you for the first time and reassures you that he’d never hurt you.
i loved that soapy shower pic you reblogged maybe a concept about showering with one of the twins?
You lounged across the couch scrolling through your phone, the LA sun coming through the window cause a soft glow into the room. The sound of the sliding door opening caught your attention, and looking up, you saw Grayson walk in.
His breath was labored and sweat dripped down his forehead and body from his workout. Grayson smiled towards you as he walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water.
“You’re up early,” He spoke.
“I don’t sleep well when you’re not there.” You sat up and looked towards him, a slight pout on your lips. “Reached over and you weren’t there.”
Grayson frowned “I’m sorry baby.”
Grayson took a drink of his water as he walked towards you, the moment he came to the couch, he bent down and kissed your lips softly. Grayson pecked your lips a few times before pulling back.
“I’m gonna shower, and then maybe we head to the store running a little low on groceries” Grayson spoke as he stood up.
Your eyes slowly traveled along his chest before going back up to his eyes.
“Can I join you?” You asked, a slow smirk spreading across your face.
Grayson knew that look all too well. He chuckled lightly and nodded his head before holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it eagerly as he lead you down the hall back to the bedroom. Grayson grabbed towels for the both of you before leading you into the conjoined bathroom.
You stripped out of your clothes as Grayson set up the shower. The multiple shower heads raining down on the emerald green tile. The moment you stripped naked you stepped into the warm water, loving the feeling of it against your tense muscles. It didn’t take long for Grayson to join you, moving behind you to wrap his arms around your waist.
You relaxed back into him, the two of you standing beneath the water for a moment, before you grabbed the wash. You grabbed Graysons body wash, loving the smell, and not minding to smell like for a bit. Also knowing it secretly turned him on when you smelled like him. It was like his mark on you.
You gently began to wash over his body, making sure to take your time in order to pamper him for a moment. Grayson watched silently as you washed along his body, moving down his body.
“Baby,” Grayson moaned, his cock twitching slightly when you moved down to your knees.
“What? I’m just taking care of you.”
“Looking fucking tempting while doing it,” Grayson groaned, you moving to stand back up again.
“Tempting?” You spoke with your hand moving along his chest slowly, watching the suds move down his body. “I don’t know what you mean”
Graysons eyes closed and his head fell back slightly when your hand fisted around him. Slowly you teased and stroked his cock feeling him grow hard within your hand. You bit your lip as you watched his face and hear his moans. His grip on your waist tightened as he moans grew louder.
You stepped closer to him and kissed along his neck, pressing his body against the wall slightly as you stroked his cock faster. Grayson seemed to melt into you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
“Oh…fuck…don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” Grayson moaned, his voice deep and heavy in your ear. His hips began to move as he fucked your hand. “Gonna make me cum,”
“Give it to me,” You tightened around him, teasing his head, using your other hand to tease his balls.
Graysons moans grew louder and louder before he came, spilling against your stomach. His body shuttered as he moaned and whimpered into your neck. For a moment Grayson used you and the wall for support.
The two of you stood there for a moment with only his soft pants and the sound of the water filling the small space.
“Fuck,” Grayson groaned before pulling back to stand at his full height. His hands grabbed each side of your face before bending down and kissing you deeply. Your tongue worked against each other, only pulling away when the need for breath became too much.
“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.” & “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed,” Grayson spoke as he watched you come out of the bathroom.
You were heading out with a few girlfriends for one of their birthdays. We are excited to spend some time with your girls and have a goodnight. Dresscode was "little black dress", per the birthday girl. So you followed the rules and slipped on your favorite little black dress. It was skin tight with long sleeves and a deep V at the front. It ended right before midthigh, and you weren't gonna lie, you couldn't really bend over in it.
So when you came out of the bathroom all done up, with that dress on, Grayson felt his possessiveness towards you flare-up.
"You don't like it?" You asked, faking innocence. You quickly recognized the look that crossed over his face the moment you walked out.
"You know exactly how I feel about that dress," Grayson growled, his eyes darkening as he looked slowly over your body.
You smirked and walked towards him, standing right in front of him, moving your hands along his chest. Grayson stood in front of the opened closet door, half-dressed, as he started to get ready for a night in. Your one arm wrapped around his neck as the other teased along the silver chain that rested at the base of his neck. Your body was flush against his, feeling him hardening within his sweats.
With the sly smirk on your lips, your hands moved won to palm over him. His eyes only narrowed more.
"What would make you feel better baby?" You asked, leaning up to kiss along his neck and under his jaw.
Grayson's hands reached forward and gripped your waist.
"Would fucking my throat make you feel better? Have me leaving with your cum on my tongue and down my throat?"
Grayson growled, "Don't say you things like that?"
"What? Think I'm lying"
Grayson caresses your cheek, "Daddy would ruin your pretty make-up baby."
"Mmm, more reason to do it. Have me look freshly fucked."
You gasped when Grayson fisted your hair, pulling it slightly, causing your head to fall back. Grayson guided you down to your knees, using his other hands to pull his cock from his sweats. You licked your lips as you dropped down in front of him, his thick cock in front of you.
"Open," Grayson demanded
You eagerly opened your mouth for him. Grayson fisted his base before thrusting his cock down his throat. He let out a long and drawn-out moan as your warm mouth took him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
"Fucking keep your eyes on me," Grayson spoke through gritted teeth, feeling you clench and gag around the head of his cock. "Let daddy fuck your pretty mouth,"
Your hands braced up against his thick thighs as he began to fuck down your throat, keeping the tight grip on your hair. The erotic sound of Grayson's moans, your gagging, and the sound of saliva filled the room. You could nearly feel yourself pooling and dripping into the lace panties you'd placed on.
Your eyes began to tear up the more Grayson fucked your throat, at times holding you down towards his base, making you gag and gasp for air. But you loved it. Your salvia was dripping down towards your chest his precum mixed in. When Grayson did pull back to allow you to breathe, strings of spit connected between your swollen lips and his cock. You were a mess.
Grayson smirked as he watched tears streak down your cheeks, your mascara smudging slightly.
He reached down and stroked your cheek wiping away a black tear, your chest heaving with your heavy breaths, “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
"Making my real pretty, daddy?" You whimpered, reaching forward to stroke his cock.
"Gonna make you prettier with my cum all over your face." He smirked. "Now be a good girl, and make me cum."
You eagerly took him back into your mouth with your hand stroking what couldn't fit in your mouth. You wanted him to cum all over your face as badly as he did. You craved it.
"That's it...fucking make me cum." Grayson growled, grabbing the back of your head against to mercilessly fuck your throat. God, you knew it was gonna be sore tomorrow. "Mmm, taking my cock like a good little slut. Want me to cum all over your face? Huh?"
You moaned and nodded your head, feeling his cock twitch against your tongue.
A few thrusts later Grayson pulled from your mouth and anchored your neck back again, replacing your hand with his own. His hand moved up and down his cock as he stroked himself, stepping forward so he was over you slightly.
"Beg for it, beg for my cum."
"Please, daddy...I want it...Want your cum all over my face." Your hands moved up and down along his thighs, your nails scratching along them.
Grayson let out a deep and loud moan, your name falling from his lips before you felt the warmth of his cum spilling all over your face. Some of it landed on your lips, your tongue swiping along your lower lip to get a taste, some even landed on your chest. Grayson slowed his hand and looked down over you, cursing at the mess he made of you.
"H-Holy...fuck." He panted, releasing your hair and his cock.
You reached up with a finger and swiped the cum that was streaked along your cheek, bringing it to your mouth and sucking on it. "Mmmm,"
"God damn," Grayson groaned pulling you up, holding you tightly as he kissed you. Not caring that he could taste himself.
have you ever done anything about thigh riding? if not can you do one for grayson?
grayson x reader ~ warning: 18+, sexual situations, thigh riding, anal play.
You straddled over Grayson's thigh as your lips continued to move against his. The movie playing on the tv was long forgotten. His hands moved beneath your shirt and touched against your skin. Your fingers threaded through his long, dark curls and gave them a slight tug loving the growl that you were able to draw out of him.
Grayson nipped at your lower lip before pulling back needing to catch his breath, but you wanted more of him. Your lips moved down to kiss along his neck as slowly your hips began to rock against him. The pressure his thigh was creating between your legs was giving you some relief.
After your shower, you came to bed wearing one of his shirts, the large shirt more like a dress on you, and nothing else. That is what started off this make-out session when his hands ghosted over your skin and felt nothing. So as your hips began to move against him, Grayson could feel your wet pussy along his thigh. It was erotic to see you move and swivel your hips to get some sort of relief as you nipped and sucked on his neck.
"Can feel you, baby...getting wet for me?" Grayson's hands move to grab your ass, guiding you to ride his thigh more. You whimpered softly and pulled back from his neck. "Gonna make you cum baby, just like this..."
Your clit continued to rub up against him making you whimper and moan for him, your grip tight on his shoulders as you felt the pressure build between your legs.
"Fuck...oh, Gray...f-feel so good." You whimpered
"Come on baby, wanna feel you...cum all over my thigh..."
You gasp as you felt his fingers tease against your asshole. Grayson smirked up towards you before bringing his fingers to his lips, wetting them, and moving back to your ass. Your moan became more wanton when you felt him slowly thrust two fingers into you. It brought a new sensation to your body and soon you lost control.
You rested against Grayson's chest and cried out for him as you came, his fingers moving in and out of you. It felt so good that you couldn't hold it any longer. Your body slowly calmed down.
A soft whimper sounded from you when his fingers slowly pulled out, before fisting your hair and kissing you deeply.
"That was so hot, baby." Grayson moaned against your lips before moving to lay you back against the comforter, spreading your legs wide. Grayson groaned when he saw your wet pussy come into view, his tongue swiped along his lower lip before his eyes looked towards you through his lashes. "Now daddy wants a taste."
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