send in nsfw prompts - tonight only! please place a twin, or iâll just choose one of them if there isnât one. iâm gonna assume you wanted grayson?
28. for sex against the wall
youâd snuck away with grayson, giggles leaving both your lips as you slipped away from your own reception. the moment the door of your bridal suite door closed grayson had you in his arms, working quickly to push up the white silk slip youâd changed into earlier.Â
you worked quickly to unzip his tux pants, your delicate hands wrapping around his cock, before dropping to your knees. grayson moaned loudly as he watched you greedily take his cock down your throat. it turned him on more to see the glimmer of your wedding ring shine in the light as your hand stroked his cock.Â
âjesus...fuck baby.â grayson growled slightly as he pulled you back up to your feet, before hiking your leg up and pressing himself tightly against you. a small gasp left your legs as you felt his cock rub against your slit. grayson moaned louder as he felt how wet you were for him. âg-god...canât wait to fuck this pussy...hear you moan and scream for me as I stretch you out.â
a small whimper left your lips before he thrust inside of you slowly, making sure that you felt every single inch of his cock. thick and pulsing deep in your wet pussy. grayson grabbed the back of your thighs as he held you up, fucking you deep and slow against the wall. a loud whimpering moan left your lips as he fucked you.
âa-ah....yes! grayson...â you bit on your lower lip to keep your moans muffled. you could literally hear the music playing down the hall, the laughter of your friends and family.
âyouâre so wet for me angel,â grayson nipped at the curve of your neck making you yelp in surprise. âcan feel you dripping down my cock,â
your nails dragged down along his shoulders as you felt your pussy clench around him more and more, knowing that you were gonna cum soon. hearing grays moans in your ear, mixed with the sound of your fucking, had you begging him to make you cum.
âdonât cum for me yet, not yet baby...â grayson slowed his hips before grabbing your jaw to have you look toward him. âdonât you dare fucking cum...â
you whimpered and bit on your lower lip before he set you down and placed your feet onto the ground. soon you have spun around quickly, palms pressed against the wall. you looked back over your shoulder to watch as grayson caressed your ass, before bringing his hands down against your cheek. the loud smack of his hand slapping against your ass - once, twice, three times. the scream leaving your lips growing louder and louder with each smack.Â
âfu-uck...â you let out a strangled moan as your heartbeat against your chest. grayson looked towards you, before moving to grip your hair tightly. his finger s threading tightly before gripping it tightly. he pulled your head back causing your back to arch slightly.Â
his fingers teased against your slip, teasing you, making your legs shake and tremble.
âthis is my pussy....mine...â he slapped against your clit, making your legs shake more. âsay it,â
âthis is your p-pussy.â your whole body seemed to be vibrating with the thick need to cum for him.Â
âthatâs right, mrs. dolan.â
he thrust back into you with no warning, making your knees buckle slightly. grayson wrapped a protective arm around your waist, holding you up. you knew that you werenât going to last much longer. the need and what was becoming too strong. grayson knowing exactly where to touch both inside and out.Â
âc-can i come yet...please...please.â you whimpered as hot tears began to fall down your cheeks. grayson released your hair before moving to grip your throat. he held you tightly to his chest
âcum, babygirl. cum for me.â
your body nearly collapsed at his command, his name slipped past your swollen lips. the room around you became hazy before you tightly closed your eyes. grayson came deep inside of you as he watched you fall apart beneath him. grayson pressed his hips tightly to yours as he filled you, gripping tightly to your waist as he held you up.Â
you leaned against the wall with heavy pants and breaths, your legs shaking, and grayson pressed against you. the two of you stood there for a moment before slowly you started to come back down.Â
âholy...fuck...â grayson breathed, his forehead on your shoulder. you let out a small sound as he pulled out of you. nearly instantly you felt you both drip down your legs.Â
âif that's married life, then iâm not going to complain at all baby.â you pulled up your lacy underwear before turning back to face your husband.Â
the two of you fixed each other up, before double checking yourself in the mirror beside the door. you wiped the smudged lipstick along your lower lip, before fixing the last loose strand of your hair. grayson walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist smiling towards you through the mirror. you couldnât help the smile spread across your lips as you looked back towards him.
âyou truly do look beautiful,â grayson whispered softly
âyouâve told me that,â you blushed lightly âabout a hundred times tonight.â
âand iâm gonna keep saying it,â grayson turned you around to fully face him, before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âi love you, [y/n] dolan.â
Could we get a part 2 to the virgin concept please... Maybe their first time idk
a/n: holy shit, iâm so sorry that it took me so fucking long to finish out my requests. iâve just been feeling super disconnected from tumblr, but hereâs a little something as i get back into wanting to write and post. iâm gonna be clearing out my inbox over the next few days (not that thereâs anything to clear lmaoo, i have like four requests I want to do), but if anyone wants to send me something, i would love to write it for you! many kisses, angels, thank you for reading anything i write. i really appreciate it <333
warnings: loss of virginity, more first times, an overuse of the word fuck and probably the softest smut youâll ever see on this account.
(this isnât really a series, but itâs suggested you read this and this first.)
âStop trying to be sexy.â
Graysonâs outside, doing pull-ups, soft grunts spilling out of his mouth with every rep. He looks up, a bright smile on his face when he sees you standing at the entrance of the backyard.
âI wasnât doing anything.â He says, dropping down from the bar to move towards you.
âThatâs more than enough, sometimes.â It was true; recently, it seemed you could be turned on by nothing more than just Grayson being Grayson. âAre you done, amour?â
He nods, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before walking towards the bathroom. You follow, sitting on his bed to scroll through your phone while he gets ready for a post-workout shower. Since the two of you have been taking your relationship further, everythingâs escalated between you two - this unavoidable tension growing whenever youâre near each other. If anything, it was like waiting for the drop on a never-ending rise of a roller-coaster. You both knew what you were leading to, but neither of you brave enough to take the fall.
âHey, have you seen my towel?â
And there was this part, the relentless teasing between the two of you. It was like the two of you knew about this cat-and-mouse game you two were stuck in, wanting to see who could give in first. Lingering touches whenever Grayson passes by you, warm hands always on your lower back and upper thigh. And, of course, the always semi-nakedness. He stood at the doorway, skin still shining with sweat from his workout and underwear low on his hips, showing off his abs and deep v-line. His constant working out recently has been paying off, appreciation present on your face as your eyes slowly drag down his frame.
âY/N.â His voice roughly comes out, breaking your concentration of following a bead of sweat through the contours of his muscles. You hadnât noticed your tongue slowly swiping over your lips, Graysonâs mouth drying at the small movement. You look up at him, trying to act as innocent as you can after getting caught checking out your boyfriend.
âMy towel?â You donât comment on how his voice is a few octaves deeper, instead choosing just to shrug.
âProbably in the wash. Just grab a new one.â He nods, watching you bite your lip as you continue to work yourself up over your own thoughts. You really werenât joking when you had said that his presence was more than enough to turn you on, and he was starting to find it really attractive. Heâs a simple man, and knowing his girlfriend finds him attractive is a healthy ego-boost, enough to make him want to see how far he can push you.
He walks over to you slowly, feeling a little stupid at this whole seduction attempt. The look in your eyes, however, resolves any insecurity he might be feeling.
âWhat⌠what are you doing?â You ask, stuttering slightly as you become eye-to-eye with his dick. You move forward to touch him, slip a small hand underneath his underwear, anything, but before you can, he stops you. He leans down to cage you in, arms on both sides of your body, so youâre face-to-face. Heâs close, close enough that you can make out every minuscule detail on his face. He glances down at your lips, eyes several shades darker than when this whole interaction started, and you canât help but moan softly, clenching your thighs as he moves closer. You feel the heat radiating off of him, and itâs like the two of you are feeding off of each other's energy, growing more turned on without having done anything yet.
He traces a palm along your inner thigh, stroking softly. Before he reaches where you want him the most, he reaches past you to grab his phone lying on the bed behind you.
âForgot my phone.â He waves the iPhone in his hand before turning back to use the shower, laughing at the long slew of curses youâre throwing out at him. He knows that however long his shower is will be more than enough time for you to forgive him, being apart giving the both of you time to calm down. And if it isnât, he knows just the way to apologize. He palms himself lightly, turning the water down to a colder temperature than he wouldâve liked, but wanting to kill his throbbing hard-on. He knows he promised heâd wait for you, giving you however much time you needed to feel comfortable enough to sleep with him. However, heâs still a man in his prime, and he canât help craving more than sloppy blowjobs and unpolished hand jobs. He craves you in the most intimate way, and it seems harder and harder to resist picturing you underneath him, softly moaning out with sharp nails trailing down his back, his mouth marking up your chest.
He shakes his head, almost as if trying to physically clear the image from his head. He was more than happy to wait weeks, months, even years until you were ready to be with him in that way, and he wasnât going to let whatever fantasies he had ruin that. What the two of you needed was a hard-reset, something to break this rising tension between the two of you. He hops in the shower, shivering slightly under the cold water while coming up with a plan to romance you in the way you deserve.
When heâs finished, he walks out, surprised to see you with damp hair and a sundress on, seeming to have taken your own shower in the meantime. You smile up at him, already have forgotten the teasing from earlier. Graysonâs stomach somersaults at your soft smile, heart beating out of his chest with unbridled love for you.
âCâmon, I have a surprise for you.â
It takes about 30 minutes for him to get everything together, ordering some food to be delivered to his house before you find yourself in the passenger seat of his Tesla, hair blowing in the wind as you sing along softly to the Kid Cudi song playing in the background. He looks over, smiling at the way your skin seems to shine gold in the setting sun. You hadnât questioned where he was taking you yet, moreso curious at the changing scenery as you drive further and further out of L.A.
âYouâre not kidnapping me, right? This is the part where you finally get sick of me?â You joke, hopefully trying to prod some information out of your uncharacteristically silent boyfriend.
âYou can never be romantic, huh?â He laughs, looking at you over a pair of sunglasses. After about 45 minutes, you arrive at the beach, car parked near the sand. Grayson grabs the food out of the backseat, handing you the blanket that stays in the trunk of his car.
âA picnic on the beach?â You tease lightly. âVery cliche, Dolan.â He laughs, grabbing your hand.
âHumor me.â
He leads you along the shore, waves providing a background melody to whatever meaningless conversation the two of you are having. The moment he finds a spot he feels is secluded enough, he sets the blanket and food down, pulling you into his lap.
âYouâre never this nice to me.â You raise an eyebrow jokingly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pepper light kisses along his face and neck, humming appreciatively.
âWhat do you mean, Iâm always nice to you. Besides, canât I spoil my gorgeous girlfriend?â
âMhm, but youâre laying it on kinda heavy.â
âYouâre so annoying.â He rolls his eyes playfully before taking out the food, handing you your meal before digging into his. You canât help but admire the adonis of a man in front of you, the sunset giving him the infamous golden hour wash. Heâs chewing on one of the sandwiches he ordered, concentrated heavily on the vegan goodness in front of him. He looks up at you, poking your face slightly.
âQuit staring. Sânot nice.â He jokes, feeding you one of the chips. You donât know why, but that simple act of domesticity does it for you, images of the future flashing in your mind. You see every part of your and Graysonâs life together, coming together like pieces of a puzzle. It seems overly apparent that thereâs nobody else for you except for him, and you start to feel overwhelmed with love for him. Thereâs no doubt in your mind about what you want to do next.
âSo, there's something Iâve been thinking about recently.â He turns to you, still chewing on his food. He cocks his head, giving you a sign to continue.
âI think Iâm ready.â
âReady for what?â His eyebrows furrow, confused at the lack of explanation.
âReady to, yâknow.â You trail off, tilting your head in hopes heâll catch on to what youâre insinuating. When he still looks at you with a blank expression, you move your hand towards his dick, palming lightly over his pants.
âOh.. oh!â He swallows deeply. âAre you sure, angel? Iâm not trying to rush you or anything, just did this because I love you.â Your heart melts even further, and you lean forward, capturing his lips in between yours.
âOf course. Not doing this out of a whim or anything; I want it to be you because I love you. You knew that.â He laughs softly, pulling you closer to him for a light kiss. You lean forward, kissing him deeper, running your hands through his hair and shifting in his lap, trying to guide him in the direction you desired without saying anything.
âNow?â He questions. You nod, already leaning back in to keep kissing him. He pulls back.
âAre you sure, angel? I could make this better, get us a nice room, take you out to a nice dinner beforehand?âYou shake your head. Whatever Grayson had planned in his mind, this was so much better - more the two of you.
âThis is perfect, amour.â You assure, already leaning back into to continue where you left off. He holds your shoulder, stopping you from going in for the third time.
âAre you sure, Y/N? I want this to be perfect for you.â You stop, pouting slightly at his hesitation.
âYes, amour. Itâll be perfect so long as Iâm with you. Now, please. I donât want to beg.â You whine, and if Grayson was any less of a man, he probably wouldâve made you. However, he could feel you already growing warm in his lap, so he moves to kiss you, pulling you closer to him as he does. He feels every fiber of his being light up, electricity following wherever you touch him. You lean back, pulling on his shirt to get him to discard it. He takes it off quickly before leaning forward to kiss marks down your neck. You moan softly, trailing your nails slightly down his chest. You both lean back, breathing heavily as the sun sets completely, enveloping you two in darkness.
You take him in, not knowing what you want to do next. Even though this is your first time, you still want him to feel as good about this as you do, and so you move off his lap, him looking at you questionably. You lean down slightly, hands moving to unzip his pants. Before you could pull him out of his underwear, he stops you.
âUh-uh, this is about you.â He grips your jaw lightly, bringing you back up so your face-to-face with him.
âWhat if what I want is for you to cum with your dick in my mouth?â You narrow your eyes teasingly, moving back into his lap while watching as his own eyes widen at your bold statement.
âFuck, where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?â You smile at his response, feeling his dick jump lightly underneath you. You roll your hips experimentally, swearing breathlessly when he grips your hips harder. He controls your movements, peppering kisses from your neck down to your chest.
âFuck, Grayson. Please, I need more.â Youâre not exactly sure what youâre asking for, but he, knowing you like the back of his hand by now, is already pulling your dress off. He groans slightly when your tits are exposed, nipples hardening due to the cold ocean air. He leans forwards, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly, circling the other nipple lightly. He switches sides once heâs had his fill, giving your other breast the same attention, watching as you arch your back into him. Once done, he kisses down the valley of your chest, stopping at the edge of your underwear.
âLay back.â He whispers, moving you, so youâre laid out on the blanket. You donât hesitate, leaning back on your elbows, so you donât miss a single movement. He slips your underwear off, whispering a âfucking perfectâ once you're exposed to him. He glances up at you again, features illuminated by moonlight, and you canât help thinking how that statement perfectly describes him as well: fucking perfect. He licks a long stripe before sucking on your clit slowly.
âGrayson!â You jolt, slowly growing wetter with every movement. He slips one finger in, moving slowly.
âGrayson, more.â You whine, bucking your hips. He places a palm down, trying to still your movements.
âI know, I know. Gotta stretch you out first.â He curls his finger a few times before adding another, and you moan louder. Itâs slow torture, knowing that heâs right about prepping you properly but also just wanting him to fuck you already. He moves his hand to rub your clit, and youâre done, moaning loudly as your orgasm wrecks over your entire body. You knew it wasnât going to take much, already having worked yourself up the whole day. He leans back, letting you catch your breath while he slips off his pants and boxers.
âYou good?â He checks in, watching as you focus on his dick in front of you. He laughs slightly when you just nod wordlessly and reach forward to jerk him off, hand moving up and down his shaft. He moves out of the way to position himself in front of you, sudden nerves appearing in his stomach. Heâs not a virgin at all, but he might as well be, any previous experience flying out the door at the thought of wanting to make this memorable for you. He starts to stress, feeling this overwhelming pressure to make everything perfect. You lean up and kiss the crease thatâs appeared in between his eyebrows.
âJust relax.â You whisper.
âI should be the one telling you that.â He chuckles. He coats himself in your wetness before slowly moving his hips forward, thrusting into you softly. And you suddenly understand why he wanted to stretch you out first, because fuck, is he big. You knew it already, having spent a lot of time sucking him off, but feeling every inch slide further and further into you makes the statement even more true in your mind. You whimper softly, and he pauses all movements completely, kissing both your cheeks lightly.
âYou okay, angel?â He reaches down, rubbing your clit to help with anything youâre feeling. You nod, taking a breath. Itâs not unbearable pain, just a dull ache from a foreign feeling, but the longer he remains still inside you, the more you want him to continue. You moan gently when he throbs lightly, wrapping a leg around his hip to pull him closer to you. Â
âFuck.â He whispers softly, staring down at where heâs bottomed out. He waits a moment, watching every expression on your face for any pain or discomfort. He starts to kiss along your neck and chest again, every kiss peppered with an unspoken vow of forever - knowing he had an unbreakable grip on your heart. You move your hips slightly, both of you moaning out when you squeeze around him. He rolls his pelvis into you, checking to see your response, and your eyes almost roll back from pleasure.
âMove. Please,â Your voice cracks and Grayson almost loses it at the expression on your face, knowing that this is all him. Heâs the only man to ever make you feel this way, and if he had anything to do with it, itâd stay that way. He moves his hips again, watching as your face twists into pleasure, almost losing it at the way your velvet walls are gripping him. He picks up speed a little, still rubbing your clit consistently.
âFuck, youâre so tight.â He rasps out, overwhelmed with deciding between to look at your face, breast moving with every thrust, or where his dick is entering and leaving your body. Itâs almost like a sensory overload, and he prays he doesnât cum too quickly to ruin this for you. You moan out loudly, not even having words to describe how youâre feeling, that being the only way to express how good heâs making you feel. Grayson thanks every higher power that the ocean is so loud, because between the wet noises from every thrust and your increasing moaning, he knows the two of you wouldâve gotten caught in seconds.
âFuck, angel. Youâre doing so good for me, takinâ me so well.â You whimper loudly, eyes closing from his soft praises. He keeps that in mind, watching your reaction whenever he compliments you. He can tell your close, having spent enough time in between your legs to know when near cumming. Just as he thought, it only takes a few more seconds before youâre spilling on to his dick, back arching slightly. He stops, watching you so he can commit every moment to memory, kissing down your chest. Â
âArenât you going to cum too?â You ask, opening one eye when you still feel him rock hard inside you. He looks down at you, wanting to shake his head at your expression. Here you are, recovering from your second orgasm, and youâre worried about him.
âAbout to angel, wanted to see you cum first.â He murmurs, kissing your neck once again.
âCum for me, Grayson. Please, inside of me.â And fuck, he was close, but that does it for him, thrusting once, twice, three times before cumming deep inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, kissing you lazily until he feels like he can speak again.
âHow was it?â was the first question that comes to mind, not wanting for you to feel any regret.
âI think I have sand in my hair.â You respond.
âI meant the sex, you asshole.â
âIt was perfect. You were perfect, amour.â He kisses you softly, moving your waist, so youâre closer to him. You pull back, and he takes you in under the moonlight, sandy hair (which he knows youâre going to bitch about later) and swollen lips. You look so dazed and love-stricken, and heâs sure that if he saw himself, he would have that same dopey expression on his face. He leans in to kiss you once more until you open your mouth to ask -
âCan we do that again?â He slips out of you, you shuddering at the emptiness that overtakes you.
âWhenever you want, angel.â
âNow?â Itâs at that moment that Grayson notices his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thigh, and he can feel his dick hardening again.
a/n: i promise iâm working on requests, my life has just been incredibly busy along with me working on the no nut fic and some other exciting things for yâall!! anyways thank you for the request angel, hope you like itđ¤đ¤
warnings: first-time bjâs, lack of communication between these two, and grayson having a bit of innocence kink if you squint
this is a continuation of this request. you donât have to read it to understand whatâs going on here (but you should read it anyways bc itâs kinda good lmao)
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If you were to list your worst moments when it came to love and dating, your first blowjob had to be near the top.
It was high school, junior year with some football player named Chad Daniels. You both were at a party, and honestly, the whole experience was less than extraordinary. Â It only took two seconds before Chad immediately tried facefucking you. All you could remember is the pain you felt from gagging and choking and almost instantly pushing him off of you.
Needless to say, it wasn't your favorite activity nor something you were that desperate to try again. Until Grayson.
It wasn't like you were dumb; you knew how much guys love getting their dick sucked. And with Grayson doing everything he can to please you, you wanted to return the favor.
You had planned to wake him up with morning head after that first time he ate you out, something cute, intimate, and if you're honest, probably very ambitious for your first time. Â
However, any worries you may have had were proven to be completely unnecessary when you woke up to Grayson licking into you. You jerk roughly awake, legs only staying in place due to Grayson's firm grip. It doesn't take long before your scream of surprise turns into moans, growing louder when you watch your insanely cocky boyfriend wink at you.
"Grayson, what the- what the fuck?" You softly moan out the last part, shuddering at the way he starts sucking on your clit.
He pops up, a cheeky grin on his face and lips red and shining.
"Morning!" He goes back down and continues working you higher and higher to your orgasm. It doesn't take long, melting under Grayson's touch. He watches your face, his expression star-struck, and just so fucking in love as he sees how he just made your body fall apart.
"You couldn't wait until after breakfast?"
"Angel, that was my breakfast." He kisses you softly, leaving you dazed as he walks to the bathroom.
It started to become a drug for him; Whether he was stressed, happy, or even just bored, Grayson was beginning to find a new home in between your legs. And with him dropping to his knees more and more, it only furthered your desire to do the same.
You started to notice. He would eat you out, make you cum, and then leave to go take care of himself. It was an annoying pattern that was being formed, but no matter what, he wouldn't let you do anything about it.
"Step-by-step, remember? This is about you." was always his answer, and while you appreciated his devotion to your pleasure, you were starting to crave him. Crave the weight of him in your mouth, the heady taste, and most of all, the visual of him cumming from your doing.
If you were ever going to take this any further, Â you needed to figure out how to show him that you're not just doing this out of an obligation, but because you absolutely desire to make him feel as good as he does to you.
So you follow his advice and take it slow. You start with light brushes, lingering touches on his chest and thighs, flirty glances. Grayson notices; he makes a few quips about how touchy you've become but ultimately believing it's the result of the two of you taking your relationship further. You move on to suggestive comments, openly making jokes about blowjobs and talking about his dick. If he notices, he doesn't say anything, just laughs and shakes his head, playing it up for the vlogs.
You sit on his lap when the car is too crowded, he moves you so you're not directly on him; you suck a lollipop in front of him, he goes into another room to "finish editing." It was almost as if the roles had reversed, him now being the one to run away. You were starting to feel frustrated, thinking he was getting some twisted joy from seeing you so flustered.
So you decide to approach it head-on, bluntly asking him during lunch,
"Why won't you let me suck your dick?"
He chokes on his sandwich, staring at you, shocked.
"Angel, what?" He dramatically coughs out, and you roll your eyes at the theatrics.
"Why won't you let me suck your dick?" You enunciate, speaking slowly while raising an eyebrow. He just stares back at you, not speaking or moving before going back to his food.
"S'fine, Y/N. I can take care of myself. This is about you." He doesn't look at you when he speaks, more preoccupied with his vegan BLT (which he made so you know it can't be that damn good)
You pout, pushing your food around with your fork. It's the same response he's been giving, and at this point, you're worried you might snap if you don't get a real answer.
"Are you seriously trying to tell me that whatever you're doing with your hand is better than my mouth?" He takes a sharp breath, pushing his plate away from him.
"Enough, Y/N. I don't want to talk about it.". Â If you were stupider, you would've dropped it, let him continue with his lunch, and let him go at his own pace. But you were becoming worried, wondering why he would shut you out instead of opening up.
"Gray," You move to sit next to him, playing with one of his hands as you continue. "You told me all you want is for me to be honest with you. Can you please do the same?" He sighs, taking a moment before answering,
"I'm just scared that once we start, I won't be able to stop. It's not that I don't want you to, it's justâ I don't want to lose control and ruin anything for you." Whatever you were expecting couldn't have prepared you for that, and honestly, you were a little surprised. Selfishly, your fears were centered around your own insecurities: that Grayson didn't think you were good enough to, that he wasn't attracted to you, etc. As usual though, Grayson shocked you with how his universe seems to entirely revolve around you and your happiness.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was stupid." Grayson takes back, scared that your silence is one of fear or disgust. You place a hand on his arm, moving closer.
"Amour, don't apologize." You kiss him lovingly, feeling soft over how sweet your boyfriend can be. You pull away, kissing his cheek before continuing.
"Us taking this slow isn't just for me â it's for you too. And you know that whatever you want to do, I'm obviously down for as well" He smiles stupidly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But believe me, you've been making me feel really good lately." He perks up at that.
"And I really, really, really want to make you feel good too." You take his hand, leading him to the couch. His eyes follow your every move, not wanting to miss a single thing. You kiss him again before pulling away quickly, a thought coming to your head.
"You're gonna have to help me. I haven't done this that much." He nods rapidly, pants growing tighter with every word. He doesn't have exact words to describe it, but there's something so hot about the innocent look on your face, the way you're looking at him wide-doe eyes and waiting for his instruction. Something so pure about the knowledge that you still held onto so many of your first, yet so sinful that he was going to be the man to ruin that. You lightly lick your lips as you put your hair up, and Grayson's mouth goes dry at the movement.
"I'm pretty sure I've dreamt about this before."
"Let's hope I live up to the standards." He groans lowly as you sink to your knees.
"Trust me, you're already pretty close." His heart sinks when you rest both palms above his knees, and he can tell he's working himself up. After going a while without doing anything remotely sexual, the slightest touch sends little shockwaves straight to his dick. If the anticipation meant anything, he would probably cum the second you actually touched where he needed you most.
You unbutton his pants, sliding them down with his help. You stare at how his boxers are already tented, forming a nice bulge. Already you're feeling overwhelmed, not sure where you want to start first while just wanting to show him how much you adore him.
You watch as he slides his boxers down, and your mouth starts watering. Grayson obviously radiates big dick energy, that's no secret to anyone, and you've seen him freeball in grey sweats enough times to at least have an idea of what he's working with. Seeing the real thing, however, has you more turned on than you've been before.
"So big," You whisper, and Grayson's sure he could cum then and there from the awestruck look on your face. You kiss his upper thigh, right next to his medusa tattoo, before tentatively kissing the tip.
"Angel, please." He could cry, finally having you where he wants you, but not doing enough to relieve any of the tension he's feeling. He knows you're not teasing, not even entirely sure of what you're doing to him, and while he's usually not a beggar, he'll do whatever it takes to finally get you on him.
You nod, growing wet at his soft pleas before licking from his base to his tip. You take him into your mouth, sucking the head while watching Grayson's head fall back onto the couch. You lean back a little, spitting before taking him back in your mouth, going further than before. You continue that for a minute, bobbing your head slightly. You moan softly at your boyfriend's blissed-out expression, eyes glazed over as he looks at you sucking him off.
"Your hands, angel âuse them. Please," He moans out the last part, having already added your hands the minute he said the word. You stroke up and down the part that can't fit, experimentally twisting them.
You're drooling now, covering both your chin and his dick, and honestly, your jaw is starting to hurt, but the look on Grayson's face is more than enough to keep going.
"Wait, off. Angel, get off." You pull off of him, scared that you've done something wrong. One hand is still lightly jerking him off while the other rests on his upper thigh.
"Gonna âgonna cum. Didn't want to in your mouth." He's breathless, panting to calm himself down from how you've worked him up. You push the hand away that is moving to replace yours and start sucking again.
"You're okay with that?" He questions and you nod as best you can, humming happily. Between the vibrations, how wet your mouth is, and the way your hands are moving, Grayson is done, cumming with a silent moan and eyes closing.
You take every drop, swallowing before pulling away to jerk him slowly. You watch with big eyes as he twitches and slightly jerks in your hand, riding the after waves of his orgasm. Once you feel he's finally done, you move up to sit next to him.
"How was that?" You're genuinely curious, wanting to know if it was as good for him as you thought. Â He opens his eyes, pupils blown and breath still a little ragged.
"Perfect." He kisses you deeply, shivering slightly when he tastes himself. "You're fucking perfect." He moves his hand lower, already reaching for your shorts, but you stop him.
You're tired, exhausted really. So you take him to bed, silently suggesting a nap, unaware of Grayson's self-promises to make you feel twice as good when you wake up.
babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?
oml iâm sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo letâs start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.
warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i donât really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333
New Yearâs had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesnât help that youâve been puked on two NYEs in a row.
It wasnât like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.
This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didnât want to ring in New Yearâs without you.
âI look like a disco ball.â You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.
âYou look hot.â Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.
âWarning: Dolan at 3 OâClock.â Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.
You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.
The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the otherâs shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.
âRemind me why you two hate each other again? Itâs been like two years.â Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.
âWe just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people arenât meant to get along.â
âAw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.â Ali coos, fixing your hair.
âMore like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.â Stella interjects. Â
âI do not-â Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.
âI do not want to fuck him!â You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.
âWhy not? I would; heâs fucking hot.â Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where heâs standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.
You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. Heâs simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. Itâs nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.
He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Aliâs eyes light up suddenly, and sheâs whispering to Stella before turning back to you.
âStella has to pee; weâll be right back.â She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Graysonâs taking their spot.
Heâs chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you canât help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.
âDidnât think Iâd see you here tonight, Y/N.â
âYeah, I was just leaving. Decided itâs not really for me anymore.â You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.
âCâmon, itâs the last day of the year. Canât you be nice to me just for tonight?â He asks, eyes shining with mischief.
â Donât you have some other girl to mess with?â You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.
âWhy? You jealous.â He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.
âOver you? Hardly.â You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.
âDid you wear that dress for me tonight?â Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. Heâs looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if youâre going to kiss him.
âFuck you.â You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw shouldâve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.
Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fuck Grayson Dolan.
At this point, you werenât sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.
All you know is he was pushing every last button.
It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for  me.' You had pretended like you hadnât seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.
It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.
You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldnât have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.
âHey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?â Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if sheâs been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.
âWhat are you two planning?â You ask.
âNothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!â Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell sheâs drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, youâre slowly walking up the stairs.
âAli? Stel?â You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.
âWhat the fuck?â You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize itâs locked.
âWeâre not letting you out until you guys kiss!â Ali calls out.
âYou guys got 20 minutes until midnight.â Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.
âOh my God, weâre not fucking 12. This isnât 7 minutes in heaven.â
âLess talking, more frenching!â Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.
You roll your eyes, âYou two are the fucking worst.â You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.
âYour friends are weird.â are the first words out of Graysonâs mouth, and you roll your eyes.
âThey mean well, theyâre just really ⌠stupid sometimes.âYou get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerbyâs attention.
âCan you stop banging on the door? Itâs annoying.â Grayson mumbles out from where heâs sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.
âIâm sorry, did you want to spend New Yearâs locked in here with one another. Iâm trying to get out.â
He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. âYou realize itâs locked; weâre stuck in here. No oneâs coming up here for a while.â
You hate to admit it, but you know heâs right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyoneâs going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.
âWe really should just sleep with one another.â
You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. âI think thatâs the dumbest shit Iâve ever heard.â
âWhy not? I think youâre hot; I know you think Iâm hot. Stop- donât try to argue with me; Iâve seen the way you look at me when you think Iâm not paying attention. Letâs just get this over with; clear start to 2021.â He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.
You roll your eyes, âIâm not sleeping with you Grayson.â
âWhat, scared you might actually like it?â He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where youâre seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You donât say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.
He takes a deep breath, âIf I kiss you right now, will you let me?â You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.
He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.
âIf you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.â You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. Itâs messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didnât want softness, you didnât want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.
He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.
âLike what you see?â He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.
âJust because weâre fucking doesnât mean Iâm another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.â You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Graysonâs face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.
âDoesnât seem like you hate me right now.â He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as heâs standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.
âWhatever.â Youâre trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way heâs looking like he canât figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.
He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.
âWatch it, asshole. Those arenât cheap.â
âTrust me, Iâll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.â With that, heâs leaning down and sucking your clit hard.
Youâre not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit heâs incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like heâs ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and heâs slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.
âFuck, Gray- Iâm about to cu-â Before you can finish, heâs pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.
âFuck you.â You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.
âBefore I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.â Heâs leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.
âIf you think Iâm gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -â
He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, youâre falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.
âBeg.â He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.
You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what youâre missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:
âGrayson, fuck me.â He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.
âPlease, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.â You whisper. Itâs not a lot, but he knows thatâs probably the most heâs going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.
He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone youâve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.
âYouâre still a dick.â You whisper, no real sting to your words.
âYeah, I know.â He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.
He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. Youâre moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good heâs making you feel.
However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way youâve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, heâs twisting your body around, so youâre on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. Youâre arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. Heâs practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, heâs releasing a guttural groan. Â
He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard heâs fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.
âStop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.â He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Yearâs and Graysonâs leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -
âHow much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?â
10!
You didnât think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.
9!
He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You donât miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. âFucking brat.â He mutters before heâs wrapping his hand around your throat again.
8!
He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.
7!
With the way heâs gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know youâre gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.
6!
You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.
5!
He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that heâs going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.
4!
âIf only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properlyâ were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.
3!
You can tell heâs starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.
2!
You havenât stopped moaning, volume picking up until youâre practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, âFucking cum, Y/N.â
1!
The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Graysonâs pulling out to cum on your lower back.
Happy New Yearâs, Y/N.â He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.
He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.
a/n: this is probably a lot softer than you expected. lmao sorry was in my feels when i wrote this. anywayâs hereâs a lil expansion on this post
warnings: thereâs some mentions of sex, but doesnât really go super deep into it. itâs also unedited so bear with me <333
âWhatâs this?â Grayson asks, tracing along the bee on your ankle, a tiny yet delicately shaded piece of art. You look up from where youâre laying in his bed, lying naked under a blanket. Most of your legs are still exposed, showing off the tattoos youâve been keeping hidden due to a rare LA cold spell.
âSâfor my childhood dog. Her name was Honeybee.â You mutter, voice heavy with sleep. The sun hasnât even risen yet, but somehow Grayson is up and full of energy. He had gotten up a while ago, doing whatever to keep himself occupied while you drifted in and out of sleep. He eventually found himself perched on the end of his bed, watching as your body slowly rose and fall until his attention was piqued by the dark tattoo on your ankle.Â
âDidnât know you had tattoos.âÂ
âThat was like the first thing you pointed out when we met.â You snort, remembering the day you two had met. He had loudly asked about your tattoos, wanting to know if you could recommend him a new artist in LA. He was more than happy with his current artist, just needed a cheap excuse to talk to the pretty girl standing in front of him at Whole Foods.Â
As youâre taking a trip down memory lane, heâs pulling at the blanket covering your bare body. You whine lowly, body slowly covered in goosebumps from the cold air as more dark marks are revealed.Â
âYeah, just didnât know you had this many.â His eyes are wide, taking in most of the details he had missed last night and sees your body is covered in different ink portraits. Some are small, most of them are large and he makes a notice how you keep most of them in places that can easily be hidden.Â
The first one he asks about was actually one that he noticed the night before. They were red devil horns on the apex of your thigh, right on the edge of your pelvis. He had made a note to ask about it before beginning to go down on you, and he brushes over it.
âThat was my first one. My friend used to charge people to get shitty stick and pokes in the school bathroom, and I was her first âclientââ You air quote around client, memories coming back of rushing through your hour lunch and hiding anytime an attendant walked by. You cringe now at the choice and how you proudly showed it off to anyone who asked you the next period, feeling so mature and badass. âI was 17 and so lucky it didnât get infected.â
âStop that.â You giggle as he continued to brush over it, tracing the small horns with the tip of his fingers. âTickles.â
He stops, moving up to the larger piece on your ribcage. Itâs a portrait of Medusa, face cracking as if she turned herself to stone. Her eyes are left bare, and thereâs almost something hauntingly beautiful about it, expression ready as if she was planning on turning you to stone herself.Â
âSame friend, actually. She ended up becoming a professional artist.â You yawn, head drooping back down onto the pillow. You keep talking with your eyes closed. âShe needed a test dummy for a larger piece, and I trusted her. It actually came out really well.âÂ
Grayson nods, taking in the detailed line work of the snakes and the shading of her cracked cheekbones and nose.Â
âWe match.â He canât help but point out, eyes giddy as he pulls up his underwear to point out his own Medusa tattoo. You take in the naked woman on his upper thigh, snakes covering her hair and lower half.Â
âDidnât peg you as a bush guy.â You joke, sitting up to trace over his tattoo like he does yours. He sharply inhales, and you smile, making a note of that in your mind.Â
âWhat else?â He asks.Â
You turn over on your stomach, flowers adorning your left shoulder.Â
âItâs my brother and sisters birth flowers - Roses for June and Marigolds for October.â Those were your favorite, though you rarely admit it to anyone. A permanent reminder of your roots, bringing your siblings wherever you went in life.
You roll back over on your back, and he moves up to sit on your upper thighs, still scanning up and down your body. You watch as his eyes zero in on your sternum tattoo. A rose wrapped around a dagger, almost as if the rose itself was a snake. Itâs placed directly in between your chest, and he brushes over it lightly, hand resting underneath one of your boobs.Â
âThought you wouldâve noticed this earlier; specially with how long you spent staring at my chest last night.â You joke, tucking your chin unattractively to look down with him. Â
âWas kind of distracted last night.â He flicks your nose up annoyingly. âWhat is it though?â
âI donât know, got it when I first moved to LA. Was trying so hard to be edgy and cool.â He laughs and you lightly cover your face in embarrassment. âDonât think it worked though.âÂ
âDefinitely didnât work.â Graysonâs still laughing and you left out a soft hey in protest, kicking his ribs lightly.Â
He leans down, kissing the pair of dice above your collarbone. Their sides are up, both numbers marked at 11 and you answer before he asks.Â
âMy angel number is 1111, and matching dice are lucky so it just made sense kind of.â He nods, smirking at the way you start moving as he lightly sucks a mark right on top of it.Â
You pout jokingly and the dark writing on your inner lip catches his attention. He pulls your lower lip down, rolling his eyes at the small Daddy tattooed along the inside of it.Â
âBad mistake, but still a good memory.â You explain.Â
âCanât believe Iâm dating a girl with daddy tattooed on her.â He jokes and itâs your turn to roll your eyes.Â
âDonât you have grind tattooed on you? Feel like thatâs somehow worse.â He laughs while moving his hand as you pull down his lower lip to reveal his own questionable tattoo choice.Â
âOkay, so it wasnât the best choice.â He moves your hand away from his mouth before interlocking your fingers, bringing your hand to kiss along the vine wrapping around your wrist. He stops at the butterfly, kissing it once while looking at you expectantly.Â
âWhat about-â
You shush him, laughing lightly as you put a finger to his lips.
âAs much as Iâd love to continue the tattoo tour, weâd be here all day. And honestly, a lot of them donât really have meaning, just thought they look sick.â He nods, understanding what you meant. Thereâs plenty of tattoos on his own body that he struggles to come up with a deeper meaning, not always wanting to admit he just got them to look cool.Â
âYou know what this means?â You raise an eyebrow, shielding your eyes from the rising sun.Â
âWeâre getting tattoos together on our next date.âÂ
âA tattoo date? Thatâs kinda serious.â You tease, poking his side lightly as he lays back under the covers.Â
gray loving the fact that y/n is so much smaller than him, like heâs always helping her with things and putting his arms around her waist đ
you sighed heavily as you looked up towards the cabinet towards the shelf where the coffee mugs are staying. you looked around for something to step on but instead decided to climb onto the counter in order to reach it. you were short and most of the time found yourself climbing up onto things in order to reach them.
âwoah!â graysons booming voice sounded from the hall that lead into the kitchen making you jump slightly. âbabe...â
âwhat? im fine.â
grayson moved quickly and grabbed at your waist before helping you down. you were light in graysons arms before he sent you down back into the ground before kissing your lips.
âdonât need you falling off the counter and hurting yourself,â grayson spoke âwhat did you need?â
âthe coffee mug,â you pointed up towards the shelf before pouring. âIâm able to get stuff for myself.â
ânot with me around,â grayson grabbed the mug off the shelf and handing it to you.
grayson loved that you were smaller than him, he thought it was adorable. he loved to be able to pick you up whenever he wanted. always coming up behind you to place his hands on your waist to hold you tightly against him.
and you werenât gonna lie and say you didnât love how big grayson was. he was strong and protective of you, something you loved, and always made you feel safe. cuddling up into his arms was your favorite thing and loving how he dwarfed over you.
âoh forgot I have my big strong man,â you reached up on your toes and kissed his lips.
grayson placed his hands on your waist and hoisted you up onto the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his shoulders. grayson deepened the kiss more.
âlove you angel,â grayson whispered against your lips.
you have always wanted to have a family of your own, but as you get later in age, you start to think that isnât not something that is going to happen. till your best friend grayson dolan starts voicing the same concerns. would it be crazy to start a family with your best friend? based off this concept sent in.
you let out a groan as you walked into the dolan household, the annoyance you were feeling seemed to get worse with each passing second. once again a relationship ended, another waste of time, hoping that this person would be the one. it had only last for a few months but you really thought it was going to work out.Â
can you do one where y/n gives gray his christmas gift?
christmas was soon coming to a close, the festivities dying out as everyone felt the night drawing in. the sun setting on what could only be described as a magical day with the people you loved the most. a christmas in jersey was one ticked off your bucket list, but soon became a yearly tradition as you just couldnât get enough. a white christmas, surround by nature. peace and tranquillity as you cozied up by the fire illuminating the setting in the living room. a perfect environment to raise children with the only man your heart was safe with.
you were wrapped up in graysonâs arms, bellies exploding from all the delicious food consumed over the day. a blanket covering your lower body as your head was resting on his chest. graysons hands rubbings delicate shapes over your skin as you enjoyed the peace and relished in the feeling of being entangled together.
âbaby,â you interrupt the slience, the fire crackling being the only noise heard for yards as the rest of the household settled down for the night. youâre lifting your head from graysonâs chest as your eyes find his already shining down at you as if he hasn't been admiring you for the past two minutes. you tug on your bottom lip like you always did when you were nervous, reaching up to fiddle with his chain hanging loosely around his neck.
âcan we go on a walk?â you ask shyly, not ready to tell geayson the real reason you wanted to disrupt the comfort. it was warm, cozy and peaceful yet you wanted- needed- to brave the cold weathers of new jersey. something weigh heavily on your mind and had been struggling to keep a secret all day.
grayson was often the one to guide you around his home town, leading you through all the narrow paths, buried deep inside the woods, hand tight in your own as he lead the way. but tonight, you were determined more than ever and took direction. after he agreed to your spontaneousďżź walk, loving any excuse to be at one with nature- with you by his side- not matter the degree, you were both wrapped up in your warm attire, tracking through the woods on new jersey hand in hand swinging beteeen your bodies.
âerm, sweetheart, i think weâre lost,â grayson laughed when you both came to a stop. clutching your hand tighter as he adjusts to his new unfamiliarďżź surroundings. having got lost in the easy and flowing conversation you shared on your walk, he never realised how far you journeyedďżź until he turned back and could barely make out the lights radiating from his childhood home.Â
âweâre a long way from home,â grayson pulls yout body into his own. a sign of protection but also needing your body heat to help his own. you were his own personal space heater at the best of times, but as the snow belted down, snowflakes enhancing ďżźthe beauty grayson gets blessed with everytime he looks at you, right now he needed your cuddles more than ever.Â
âwe are home.â
âhuh?â
you confuse him even more when you reach into your pocket, pulling out a delicate velvet coated box with graysonâs name on it. detaching yourself from him as you stand to face him. even in the dark grayson could make out your smile, your eyes illuminating the night sky as you watched intently. fiddling with the engagementďżź ring on your finger, to help calm your nerves. grayson only watching you and making his stomach grow with anxiousness.Â
âmerry christmas, bear.â
grayson send you the warmest smile, a smile with his eyes as he started to open the box. his brows frowning together when he pullover out a delicate sliver chain, smliar to the one he always wore that was always being tugged on by yours truly. yet this one was adored with a key.Â
âsweetheart, what did you do?âÂ
you stand behind grayson, your arms wrapping around his much larger frame from behind. resting your head on his shoulder as you turn his body around to come face to face with empty land. grass covered land that went on for miles, surrounded by breathtaking trees that were so beautiful it took graysons breath away. the brisk clean air filling his lungs as he reached down to hold your small hand in his, resting agasint his stomach. squeezing it a few times when he took in the view he was lucky to call home.
âthis is ours, gray. this land, all of it, its ours. we can build our dream home from scratch. you, me and our future.â
you mumble into his back, feeling his body vibrate from what you could assume were tears. tears of joy, happiness and feelings of disbelief. you brought him land, in new jersey, the place he felt most content, safe and himself. you wanted to raise a family with him, in jersey, in a house you were trusting him to build with his bare hands. he had never been more in love with you then he was at the moment. his life complete, a destined future with you.Â
âand its big enough for ethan and kristina to have their own property. sâcould never spilt you two up, i wanted to make sure it had it all- that you had it all, gray. this is our new beginning. me, you, family and jersey.âÂ
âbaby, i-â grayson was at a loss of words, turning in your hold until he was face to face with his real life angel. no matter what he tried to say, no words would ever hold enough gratitude he felt at this christmas gift- a gift of life. so instead he lets his actions do all the talking fror him, in the only way he knew how when it came to you.
bringing his hand to hold your face close to his. lips melting into yours as he kisses you with all the passion and emotion in the world. a kiss that had your whole body tingling, your heart skipping a beat as grayson pulled you in closer. the smell of him so hypnotic beyond reason. the wave of warmth from his body and lips washing over you, curling your toes, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly slienced all your thoughts.Â
you both pull away for air, never once retracting your hold on each other as graysons fingers rub the mascara you cried under your eyes away. his lips brushing against yours once more, scared to let go in fear of this being all a dream, a dream to good to be true. but when grayson feels your lips peck his one last time, already missing the feeling of them against your own, he knew this was real. you were real.Â
âout future starts now. i love you, baby. merry christmas.â
Ethan Dolan was a good boyfriend. He was attentive and loving, and always made you feel good about yourself. Until you overhear him talking to his friends about your sex life and your lack of experience.
5.6k of pure angst. Contains smut.
AN: This is my first Ethan fic, hopefully it can be a little distraction from everything going on right now. My ask is open for requests or for a chat here! Thank you for reading, and sorry in advance. Xxxx
  You knew you were lucky to have Ethan. From the moment youâd met him, heâd felt like the missing puzzle piece to everything, and he felt the same about you â or so youâd thought. He told you once that youâd wiggled your way into his heart, where he knew youâd stay for the rest of his life. Ethan was a dream boyfriend. He was a good communicator, a good listener, he was romantic, he was attentive, and he never ditched you for his friends. He was patient and kind, and he never made you feel bad about the anxieties that so often swirled in your head.
Boys and the dating world scared you, especially boys as gorgeous as Ethan. He was your first everything. First real date, first boyfriend, and first time. He had never made you feel like being a virgin was a bad thing, when you were convinced it was the worst thing about yourself.
Heâd wiped the tears that dripped down your cheeks when you nervously told him youâd never been with anyone. Heâd slipped his warm hands out from where they rested on your hips underneath your t-shirt and tucked you into his chest when you told him it was embarrassing, and that you understood if he didnât want to date a virgin. Heâd held you against his heart and promised it was nothing to be embarrassed about, and it most certainly didnât change the way he felt about you (and that nothing ever would).
Heâd opened you up to a world you didnât think youâd ever find yourself in. A world where you were slowly but surely embracing your sexuality and feeling more and more confident in your relationship, your body, and with Ethan. Being inexperienced and unsure of yourself had been your biggest insecurity for a very long time, and Ethan knew it, so you never expected to hear him talking to his friends so harshly about it.
grayson watched you disappear. he watched the back of your head fade into the distance between the glass door separating him from his future, his happiness and what just so happened to be his biggest regret. his body was paralysed in a state of shock, he no longer recognised himself. the man a few minutes prior was not the man his mother raised him to be. he was ashamed, hurt and whore frankly disappointed in himself.
he vowed to himself that he would never disrespect you in any way, he would never be the reason for your tears, your pain and heartbreak- yet tonight he was all of those things. he let the pressure of his âfansâ and social media warriors get inside his head and cloud his judgment on the woman he was supposed to know the best through and through.
having read the thousands of comments flooding his timeline prior to the missing card situation, he let peopleâs disloyal words eat away at him. doubting everything he knew as people who donât even know him deep down, supposedly knew what was best for him and his relationship. he was a fool. his anger got the best of him and unfortunately you received the front line of it.
grayson decided it was time to fight for what he loved. watching you walk out on him was a sight he wished to never see again, a pain he wished to never feel. he picked himself up of the stool, kicking away what was left of his self doubt and stupidity before making a bee line in the direction you ran off in. taking his heart with you as you fled, not stopping to look back at the man you once believed was your endgame.
grayson was frantic, screaming your name over and over- not giving a fuck in the slightest that his neighbors of their luxury estate could possibly give them a noise complaint. you were his priority and he needed to find you.
he breathed a huge sigh of relief when you saw you still present in the drive way of his home, yet the sight broke him. you were slumped across the steering wheel, rubbing at your puffy eyes as you cried enough tears to help save california from their drought. ďżźgrayson stood and took in your fragile state, his own eyes pricking with tears as he approached you gently. startling you by knocking on the passenger side window to gain your attention, in hopes of fixing what he broke.
you look up at him in a panic, bloodshot eyes glaring in his direction as you lock the doors on your vehicle franticly, not wanting to deal with any more harmful words grayson had left to throw at you.
âbaby come inside, please. talk to me.â grayson pleaded with you from the otherside of the window, his view cracking with every word. hands pressed agasint it in hopes itâll draw you closer to him, in hopes he could somewhat feel your body through the sheer glass. just needing your touch to ground and comfort him as well as you.
âgo- go away!â you scream through muffled sobs, hitting your hands agasint the wheel in frustration.
âim not leaving untill you talk to me, y/n.â grayson was stubborn, even more so than you, so you knew putting up a fight with his demands would only end in more tears. you reluctantly unlock doors, wrapping your arms around your body as some sort of protection when you hear grayson let out a sigh and climb into the passenger seat beside you.
âbaby-â
âyouâre an arse, dolan.â you laugh almost sinfully, the disbelief of what just happened settling in as you stare deep into his soul. searching his eyes for any sort of remorse as you knew deep down, grayson knew he fucked up. you could read him like a book and the fact it took him less than 5 minutes to run after you, reassured you that tonightâs events, were completely out of character for him.
âi deserved that-â
âyou deserve a lot more than that.â you say. sighing as you bring your hands to your face, tiredly rubbing away the dried stains of your tears.
âi know. i fucked up, i-i didnât mean anything i said, angel, you have to believe me. i donât know what came over me, the fans- the media, it all got too much for-â grayson rushes out, sending himself into a panic attack at how nervous he was. heâs reaching for your hand in the process and sighing in success when he doesnât feel you pull away from him. his heart rate decreases as you were the only thing he needed to remain calm.
âyour words hurt me, grayson.â
âand im so sorry, baby. so so sorry. money means nothing, if i donât have you by my side. youâre a million dollars, not the numbers in my bank account- youâre the money, baby, id rather be broke if it meant i didnât have you in my life. your love is worth a fortune and itâs all im ever gonna need to survive.
once again his words make you cry, but not in the way they did earlier. they were tears of joy, tears of peace and love. your grayson was back, the man you fell in love with was back in the room, back in your heart.
having just explained to you the reasoning behind his breakdown, going into detail about all the articles, all the tweets and comments, you were more than understanding. you calmed his nerves by leaning over the console of your car, turning his face towards your own by resting your delicate, gental fingers on the bottom of his jaw as your lips brush against his own.
you indulge in a make out, a much needed session at that. both pouring all your emotions into the kiss. grayson even pushing into you that little bit further, his own little way of apologising without needing to say much more. when you both get dragged away from one enough due to the lack of oxygen, grayson is still holding onto your cheek. not ready to fully let go of you now heâs got you back in his embrace.
âim gonna need to get a new card.â deciding to rid the tension with some much needed humour, grayson eyes sparkle as he memorises every freckle on your face. knowing the atmosphere needed a boost and turning the night around for the better as you laugh along with him. giving him your own apology as you let your anger get the best of you, causing you act irrationally by destroying his card.
âdinners on me tonight, dolan.â
grayson smirks at you, using all his strength to lift you over the middle section and into his lap. your giggles music to his ears as he kisses down your exposed neck. fingers pressing deep into your hips as he steadys you on his crotch, your fingers running through his hair. youâre rolling your head back to give him more access to your skin, as warm puffs of air leave your swollen, flustered lips.
âin that case... im hungry for something else.â
are requests open? if so, could you write some major angst? like maybe gray is in a new relationship with a girl and he thinks she is just using him and yells at her and makes her cry?đĽş
âbabe! have you seen my credit card? ive looked everywhere for it, swear i left it on the bedside table.â
you heard grayson mumble the last part to himself. you were sat at the kitchen island, finishing up some last minute college work before yourself and grayson were headed out for a date night. with how busy graysons work schedule was and the amount of assignments you had deadlines to complete, you both made it a number one priority to have a date night once a week. thursdays were normally your chosen day.
âtry the pod room!â you call back. submitting your essay before huffing out of relief and closing the laptop down. grayson had brought you a laptop early on into your relationship. you refused and even offered to pay him back, but his excuse was that he knew first hand how hard schooling online could be and he âwanted to make it easier for my girl to graduate.â in all honesty grayson loved treating you. wether it be to dinner, a laptop to help ease the stress of your degree or even a bunch of flowers he saw that reminded him of you. he was whipping his card out in an instant, no amount of money would be enough for his girl. ďżź
however, in a second itâs like that all changed and your world flipped 360. you were on your way to help grayson look for his misplaced card when you bumped rather harsly into his broad ďżźchest, catching you off guard as you stumble back slightly. normally grayson is quick to reach out and catch you, but instead he was fixed in his spot. a cold hard stare being thrown in your direction as he held up his credit card and your purse in each hand.
âoh! you found it.â
âhmm, i did. care to explain why it was in your purse?â graysons tone was unlike one you had heard before. it was sharp, cold and held a venomous undertone to it. scaring you slightly as you step away timidly from his body and hard glare.
you look down at your feer as you shift them uncomfortably, not knowing what grayson was implying untill you heard him scoff and throw your purse on the sofa. watching as it bounced off and hit the floor with a thump.
âyou must have put it in there when we went to get montyâs last night?â you question, almost uncertain in your reponse, but knowing that was the only reasonable explanation to it. a midnight feast always ended up with the two of you eating your body weight in vegan burgers and shakes. just basking in your own little sanctuary made perfect for the pair of you. as always, no matter how many times you try to argue, grayson always pays. ďżźinsisting that chivalry is far from dead. ďżź
âhow could i have been so blind.â he shoves his way past you. his shoulder connecting with yours as he does so, one again sending you staggering back and holding onto the freshly decorated wall to steady yourself. you stare at him in completely shock. your mouth agape as you try to desperately hold back the tears, not wanting to show him any weakness that he could prey on.
âexcuse me?â
âyouâre a gold digger.â grayson answers like it was the most obvious thing in the world. unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt as he makes himself comfortable on a kitchen stall. your plans for a nice romantic evening where thrown out the window. instead it turned into a night of regret and trauma by his uncharacteristic actions.
âim a what?âďżź you hiss through gritted teeth. tearing gathering in your eyes as you were taken aback by his depreciating words. it was almost as if the man in front of you, that youâve grown to love and become so emotionally attached to, was a completely different human. you didnât recognise this grayson - this certainly was not your grayson.
âwant me to spell it out for you, y/n? youâre using me for my money. plain and simple. you canât handle the fact i earn more money than you, im more successful than you, that i can afford the luxuries in life that you canât. youâre not in love with me, youâre in love with my money.â
grayson knew the words he was saying was false. everything he said was a lie, yet he couldnât stop them from leaving his lips. he didnât have a excuse as to why he said all those hurtful, degrading comments- yet they kept coming. each word a knife to your heart, with an twist for added pain. grayson knew he royally fucked up the second he heard those heartbreaking sobs escape your lips. wanting nothing more then to reach out and hold you. to shush your cries and tell you how much he loves you.
he hated seeing you in any pain, especially knowing heâs the reason behind it. if he could tske it all back, he would- but he was to far gone at this point.
your vision blurred as you failed to control the tears from spilling any longer. all the pain and newfound hatred you felt for the man you thought was your endgame, showed in your expressions, movements and psychical pain.
âthis-â you hiss, walking up to grayson as you reach for his credit card. holding it between your fingers as you rummage around the kitchen draws for some scissors. knowing first hand that actions speak louder than words. you hold the meaningless plastic up to his face, making sure he was souly focused on you as you cut up his earning right in front of his broken, distort eyes.
â-means nothing to me. money, means nothing to me. i didnt even know who you were before we met! jesus chirst, grayson. ive done nothing but love you unconditionally, worship and praise you and never once made you doubt how true and real my feelings for you were, ARE. yet tonight- itâs obviously you made yours crystal clear.â
throwing what was left of his card at him, the cut up jaggered pieces of plastic hitting him in the chest and cluttering lifelessly to the floor- a metaphor of what just happened to his heart- as you say your final piece before slamming the door and leaving grayson dolan to wallow in his own guilt and shame. ďżźknowing he just fucked up the best thing that ever happened, no amount of money in the world held the same value as the love you shared- used to share? he wasnât sure anymore.
âhave a nice life, dolan. i guess money really canât buy you happiness huh? jerk.â
can u write something like ethan calling y/n clingy to grayson and then y/n hears and then gets distant??? pls i love ur writing
{thank you sweetness, sorry it took so longđĽş}
âall im saying, bro, is that y/n, is overall clingy.â
âitâs annoying - sâjust want my baby brother back.â
âsheâs killing the vibes.â
you hear ethan rant to your boyfriend. as you round the corner to enter the kitchen, feeling slightly peckish. however you werenât prepared to hear your name as the topic of conversation.
you still your movements, not meaning to ease drop on the twins obviously private conversation but ears perking up at the sound of your name. heart dropping to your stomach as you hear how youâre being described. not only by your boyfriends twin brother, but your boyfriend himself.
âi know, bro.â grayson sighs, dragging his hands down his face in frustration. feeling slightly torn between agreeing with brother and defending you.
âshe doesnât really have anyone eles, no friends or family in la- im all shes got.â
âi get that, but bro, shes a fucking leech.â
âyeah, i miss the times when she wasnât around 24/7.â
you had heard enough. tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you make your way back to graysons bedroom. making a plan of action to avoid both him and ethan for the next however many hours.
you felt like a failure. having this been your first ever proper relationship, you werenât sure how to act, you definitely didnât think you were clingy. overly affectionate sure, but you just thrived in graysons company. he made you happy, so fulfilled and loved, did he not feel the same?
2 hours went by, you hadnât seen or spoken to grayson since you overheard him. having had time to sit and reflect, you were more offended, hurt and angry that he didnât defend you. that he didnât put ethan in his place and explain to him the reason why you were constantly attached at his hip. how he wanted you there more than anything.
you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, not even needing to look up, to recognise who had just ruined your peace.
âhey, baby, wanna come grab some lunch with me, e and mando? weâre thinking montyâs - your favourite.â
grayson addressed you with the warmest smile, kneeling down on the bed as he awaited your reponse. his eyes were so full of love that for a spilt second, you forgot the reason why you were mad.
âhmm- not hungry.â your reply was blunt, making grayson frown his brows as he moved closer to you. pain reflecting on his features as he watches you drift further apart from him when he tried to reach out for you.
âyou not feeling to well, angel?â
âjust tried.â grayson nods his head in understanding, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gets up to leave. not before mentioning that he would bring you something back incase you were hungry later. he was always thinking of you.
that was the first instance, where grayson feels you distance yourself from him. not thinking to deeply into it, as you had mentioned you were âtiredâ, wanting to respect you and not push the matter further. ďżźhowever he got more and more worried as time passed.
when he invited you to accompany him in watching ethan longboard, always enjoying your presence as he drives behind, you declined. making up an excuse that you had a work call.
grayson then asked if you wanted to go see and movie, just you and him. no distractions, just in the sanctuary of each other - you declined. saying you werent in the mood to watch a film.
grayson was growing more and more frustrated at the cold shoulder you were giving him. also how you were completely ignoring ethan whenever he tried to make conversation. asking you to hang out or even trying to banta with you, tag teaming up on grayson like you normally would.
but the final straw - was when grayson got into bed that night. having gone 12 hours without you by his side, without you kissing him whenever he pleased, holding your hand, giggling together at his stupid dad jokes he says to impress you- he was experiencing withdraws and he didnât understand why or how it started.
climbing into bed beside you, youâre facing away from him, scrolling through social media, not even acknowledging his existence. grayson is wrapping his arms around you, pulling into his chest and being the big spook like he is, every single night. itâs the only way you both can sleep.
his face dropping as you pull away, mumbling under your breath that itâs âtoo warm to cuddleâ. itâs never to warm to cuddle for you and grayson, even in 90 degree heat, you are both wrapped up in each otherâs arms.
he sits up instantly in a state of panic and confusion.
âok- what the fuck is up with you, huh?â his tone is more abrupt and angry then he would have liked but he was missing you both physically and mentally. his brain running off away with thoughts of you, protentionally leaving him.
âim giving you space.â you shrug, not seeing what the big issue is as this is what both him AND ethan asked for. you were only doing as they wished.
âwhat the fuck is that supposed to mean, y/n!â
âIT MEANS YOU AND ETHAN.â you let all your hurt, anger and betrayal out. not liking his attitude with you as he was the one who causes this - not you. why was he so angry at you, when you were simply giving him what he wanted.
âwhat the f- oh.â grayson face drops for the second time that night. connecting all the dots as his mind went straight to the conversation he had early in the day. replying both his and ethans words, his heart sinking.
ây-you heard?â
âof course i fucking heard, dolan. yaknow you should really chose a better spot if your gonna bitch about your girlfriend. ďżźďżźthe kitchen isnt really working out for you.â
you knew youâre being petty, but he deserves to see how his words effected you.
ây/n, sweetheart, i-â grayson is at a loss for words, if he knew you were there, listening in, he would have shut ethan down immediately. grayson loves having you around, he truly couldnât spend even a second without you attached to his hip. really it should you calling him clingy, not the other way around.
âsave it- im sleeping on the sofa, wouldnt want to leech on to you in your sleep- it could ruin the vibes.â putting air quotations around the word âvibesâ, as you mimic ethans voice the best you can.
with that being your finals words, you up and leave. taking your pillows with you, slamming the bedroom door in the process as you leave grayson to sit there and wallow in his own guilt. man he really fucked up.
You pull back the covers, sinking into the soft matress with a sigh. Usually, this action is something you look forward to, but tonight thingâs are different.
Your boyfriend lays almost perfectly in the middle of the bed, on his back letting out small snores. You turn, laying on your side as close to the edge as you can get without falling off. His hand naturally reaches for you, resting on your waist for a few seconds before his subconscious remembers what happened a few hours earlier.
Grayson was angry. He didnât understand what people wanted from him; anytime he was happy with what he was creating, people would find something new to negatively comment on. It was exhausting; he was fed up.
You tried to console him, not knowing what to say. You knew people would talk no matter what and so youâre advice (in short) was to ignore it. In your mind, if the twins were happy with what they were posting, that was that. But to Grayson, that was not that.
He said in that moment he realised how different you two are. That, deep down, he didnât know if you could work because youâre not used to his life, not used to these comments. You told him you were trying, that you wanted to get used to it but it was a process that was going to take time. He told you he didnât understand why it was taking so long for you to adjust.
It wasnât what he was saying that made you upset exactly, but his volume. You hated people raising their voice at you and you always get emotional whenever it happened. You had expressed this to Grayson, as well as your fear that it would take a while for you to fully embrace his lifestyle, and he was completely supportive. He reassured you about both things. You didnât understand what had changed.
You thought about going home, but Gray drove you over so you donât have your car. You couldâve called an uber, but Ethan wouldâve questioned why his brother wasnât taking you and you didnât want to have to explain the situation. So, here you are, trying to avoid your boyfriend whilst in the same bed.
You wanted an apology, but you were also questioning whether you were the one in the wrong. What could you of said for him to take the wrong way? You thought you explained yourself pretty well, but maybe you didnât. Maybe it was your fault...
Graysonâs snores stop and his breathing releases from the natural rhythm of sleep. He turns and you know heâs watching you, but you stay still. If you pretend to sleep, he wonât talk to you.
âI know youâre awake.â His voice makes you flinch, not expecting it, and it breaks his heart. He thinks youâre scared of him.
âBaby, fuck, y/n please look at me.â
Slowly, you turn onto your back, still far away from him. You stare at the ceiling and he takes it as his que to keep talking.
âI was so caught up in the comments on the video. I completely forgot.â He sighs, sounding tired, âI didnât know why you got upset, i thought you were just being dramatic. It hit me when i was drivingâ.
You stay put, not moving.
âBaby please say something. Iâm sorry, i feel terrible.â
You turn to face him, âDo you really think weâre not going to work?â
âNoâ. He sighs again, âI was trying to protect you.â
âBy yelling?â you ask, your voice quiet.
âBy pushing you away. I thought i was warning you about what itâs really like being in the public eye, showing itâs hard and that you donât have to deal with it if you donât want to. Instead i just scared you.â
âI just wasnât expecting it. You changed your whole mindset on the situation in like, an hour. I was confusedâ. You reply, feeling yourself tear up.
âPlease donât cry because of me.â His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you lean into his touch.
âI thought i did something wrong. I was only trying to help but i thought i said something really bad or did something to piss you offâ.
âFuck, come hereâ. He pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck whilst his go around your waist.
âYou did nothing wrong, you hear me?â He tells you, âI overreacted. I was stressed and angry and i took it out on you and itâll never happen again.â
He presses kisses into your hair, moving onto his back so you can lay on his chest.
âGo to sleep baby, i know youâre tired.â
You nod.
âIf you want us to be good, weâre good, but if you want to talk more about it tomorrow then we can, okay?â he strokes your hair.
âOkay, thank you for apologising.â
âYou donât need to thank me, i shouldâve done it hours ago.â
Your eyes flutter shut, sleep almost overtaking you when you hear him say one last thing,
âIs there anything else you want to get off your chest before you sleep?â
You sigh, âJust, please donât shout at me again.â
As your breathing evens out and you finally get to rest, Grayson feels his heart crumble.
Graysonâs long hair is giving him problems so you decide to help him outâŚ
âŞď¸Grayson DolanĂ(female)Reader
âŞď¸Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff lotâs of fluff and swearing
âŞď¸Word Count: 844
âŞď¸Fandom: My dreams
âŞď¸Note: This was requested by @loveisdeadlol, Iâm sorry it too months honey but here it darling and I hope you enjoy it⤠ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST GRAYSON FIC I AM SO SCARED TO POST THIS PLEASE DONâT BE MEAN OKAYâ¤â¤â¤
Thank you, @freckled-lassâ , for beta reading this â¤
Grayson pulls away from you, your hairbrush getting stuck in his hair that is the equivalent of a bird nest at the moment. You have been trying to comb through the tangled brown strands for the last hour, the detangling spray you bought almost empty and Graysonâs hair is still a mess. You sigh sitting back against the couch, Grayson sitting between your legs on the floor pulling out the brush with a hiss. Even with your advice, Grayson did not listen when you told him his regular hair routine will not work on his new long hair. Of course, he was stubborn and after a day of long boarding a helmet constantly being on his head combined with a sunset surf session led to this mess.
âGray bubby we need to wash your hair, Iâll help you since brushing is just going to continue to hurt you.â
You gently kiss the top of his head, a groan erupting from his chest at the mere thought, instantly regretting that he grew out his hair once again.
âI really donât want to, canât we just try the brush again?â
âGray no amount of brushing will fix this, come on Iâll wash it for you with my stuff.â
You try and coax him, your voice sweet as he falls back against the couch, his head resting between your thighs. Grayson shakes his head, closing his eyes, hoping youâll forget it and let him just deal with it. Not wanting to look like a scarecrow, he knows he should listen to you.
âLove come on, we both need a shower.â
~~
Steam fills the bathroom as you turn on the shower, both of your clothes already thrown in the laundry basket. You test the water with your hand, Grayson wrapping his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your neck and littering kisses on the soft skin. You giggle, stepping into the shower Grayson following you like a lost puppy not letting you go. The warm water hits both your bodies, you turn around in his arms, kissing his face and your heart fluttering at the sight of a goofy smile erupting on his face.
"God you are so cute!â
You chuckle, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him again and again, Grayson giggles as he pulls you closer. He never thought he would have this, somebody who loves him unconditionally and understands him even when he can get impossible shutting you out.
âOkay Iâll kiss you again later, letâs get this mob head fixed.â
Grayson turns around, bending down slightly allowing you to reach his hair. The bathroom grows silent as you gently start to wash his hair. Grayson closing his eyes as he falls into a blissful trance, the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, scratching his scalp every now and then, mumbling sweet compliments that make your cheeks heat up. Damn you love this man.
âOkay rinse off the shampoo and then conditioner.â
After a few more minutes of messaging the conditioner into Graysonâs hair, the knots are finally gone leaving his hair clean and hopefully more manageable. You try to move out of his grip to get your body wash, but he just wraps his arms around you tighter pulling you back.
âGray what are you doing?â
âJust stay here for a while longer angel.â
He mumbles into your neck and you just canât say no to him.
âCan I at least wash my face?â
âY/N Iâm trying to have a moment here.â
~~
You smile at Grayson through the mirror, his robe barely tied as he sits on a chair in front of you. His eyes grow heavier and heavier as you blow dry the last of his hair and the dayâs activities catch up with him. He doesnât even realize you are tying his hair up, trying to keep it from becoming a mess again.
âAnd youâre done.â
Grayson jumps slightly when you kiss his cheek, too deep into his tired thoughts to notice that you were switching off the lights and getting ready to go to bed. His hoodie hanging loosely over your body is something that never failed to make him smile.
âThank you love.â
Grayson grabs your hand, placing a delicate kiss to your knuckles.
âIt was my pleasure, now letâs get to bed, itâs one in the morning and I donât want Ethan waking us up.â
The moment you two get into bed, Grayson snuggles up into you, his head on your chest and arms wrapped protectively around you even though there isnât a threat anywhere near you two. Your fingers trace random patterns on his bare back, his body relaxing underneath your touch as the two of you start to drift to sleep.
âYou are so fucking perfect, I love you so much.â
Grayson mummers against your chest, you smile poking his side until he lifts his head up to look at you, even in the dark you can picture his goofy smile.
âI love you too Gray more than youâll ever know.â
You kiss his lips once again before both of you lay back down, falling asleep almost immediately, wrapped in each otherâs arms.
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