smutty shit about grayson that got me fRiCKED UP
you snuggle closer to your pillow as gray leans on his elbows next you. he’s been up for a solid hour, already worked out and showered, and is now ready to begin the day. just one thing was missing: you. ethan and you were both night owls, and neither of you ever got up before seven. but grayson was always the one who managed to rise before you and end up pestering you to wake up. you weren’t really a deep sleeper, just a whiney one.
“yeah it is,” grayson chuckles, pulling back the comforter to reveal your cringing face due to the light, “it’s past nine.”
“don’t care,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your bare chest, “you kept me up way too late last night, g.”
he smirks at you, eyes wandering over your hickey covered neck and collarbones. his mind thinks back to the late night fun you both shared in bed. hands all over each other, heads thrown back, voices moaning out in pleasure. he definitely wore you out after the several rounds you two had. your legs felt like jello this morning, preventing you from standing up.
grayson places a hand on your bare hip and you place yours on top of his, snarkily adding, “got a little too carried away, didn’t you?”
“well, you certainly enjoyed it,” he says breathily with a laugh, shifting closer to you as to get a better look at your face. leaning down to press his lips on the sweet spot behind your ear, he mumbles, “were such a good girl for me too, doing exactly as i said. weren’t you baby?”
you swallow thickly, his husky voices finally making you open your eyes and turn onto your back to face him. he moves his large hand to place it over your abdomen and you set both of your hands on top of his, and as if he had no effect on you whatsoever, you flatly let out, “didn’t have much of a choice. ended up fucking me till i passed out.”
gray’s jaw clenches at your attitude. you try to pretend that you aren’t turned on at all right now, that your pussy isn’t throbbing just from the memories of last night. you hope to fake yourself out, make yourself believe that you were not in mood at all right now. but you were.
you feel yourself clench around nothing as grayson’s hand moves down to cup your heat. his warm palm against your soaked folds almost makes a shiver run up your spine. when his fingers push against you, both of your hands grip his wrist and your thighs clench around his hand. he looks up at you with lidded eyes, cocking up one eyebrow at how sensitive you still are from the overstimulation from the night before.
licking his lips, he utters one word that makes you bite your lip, “wet?”
you don’t answer, just try to desperately keep your breathing under control as he stares at you lustfully. his fingers slowly rub against you, making you frown in concentration.
don’t moan. don’t moan. don’t moan. don’t moan.
a tiny whimper slips past your lips as the pad of his thumb swipes over your sensitive nubbin, and grayson doesn’t let it go unnoticed, softly cooing out to you, “yeah? you like it?”
you couldn’t keep it together any longer, letting your head drop back into the pillows and clenching your eyes shut, slowly releasing his wrist from your grip. growling out through your teeth, you let him know, “yes, i love it.”
“my fingers?” grayson lays on his side, his hand rubbing circles over your clit under the fluffy comforter, humming out, “on your pretty little cunt?”
the dirty words he says sound so sweet falling from his lips, making you throw your hands over you face and bend your knees, sighing out, “fuck!”
his smirk grows as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, staring at your mouth hanging open and your eyes screwed shut. slowly, he pushes one finger inside, making you let out a wet gasp and fist the sheets around you. he looks down at your hips bucking wildly under the blanket as you let out uncontrollable moans and whines. he looks back to you and leans down, capturing your lips with his and swallowing up your moans. grayson’s hand moves faster and he firmly presses his lips against your’s. your hands fly up to hold the sides of his face as you moan against him mouth.
you quickly pull away with a smack when he adds a second finger, yelping in surprise, “oh! shit!”
he removes his fingers from your pussy, making your whine and frown at the loss of the full feeling he was giving you from just his fingers. his hand, wet and warm from your arousal, rests over your core, slowly rubbing back and forth. your hands move to his shoulders, a pout resting on your lips.
“don’t like hearing your sweet little mouth saying those filthy words baby,” he says, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours, gazing deep into your eyes. your lips part as you pant, staring back into his as he continues, “don’t want to listen to my babygirl say those dirty words, okay?”
you can’t answer, you’ve lost your voice. your so close and all he’s doing his rubbing excruciatingly slow circles between your folds. you were about to lose your mind if he didn’t speed it up in a moment. the words get trapped in throat and you just stare at gray with wide, innocent, tear filled eyes.
he frowns, swatting your clit with his hand making your squeal and flinch from the sudden contact, “i said okay?”
“yes!” you breathe out, clenching your teeth together, “i’m sorry, sir! so sorry!”
“and you wanna cum?” he asks again, sliding his fingers back in and rubbing you fast and rough, “my naughty baby wants to cum all over my fingers? just like my cock? huh?”
“f-fu-“ you stop yourself and nod with clenched eyes, digging your nails into his bare shoulders.
“use your words, angel. c’mon. tell daddy what you need.” he says, even with your eyes closed you can hear the cocky smirk that’s resting on his face right now.
“yes,” you breathe out, moving your hands to play with your tits, making grayson groan at the sight.
“what was that?” he slams his fingers in and out of of you, now sitting up on his knees to put his other hand to use and play with your clit.
“yes!” you practically scream from the pleasure he’s making you feel, “please!”
“daddy!” you whine loudly, making grayson grin.
he clits your clit and taps his other hands fingers against your closed lips, “open up, look at me too.”
you open your mouth and eyes, letting grayson set his fingers on your tongue for your to suck on. your watery eyes plead him silently as you moan around his thick fingers. tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. grayson dick twitches at the view before him, wishing he could somehow get a photo of this scene. your dewy eyes begging him, one hand gripping his wrist as your suck in his fingers, your other fondling your breast as he quickly rubs figure eights on your gushing pussy. his eyes almost roll back from how fucking sexy this is.
“alright,” he smugly says, smirking at you, “cum for me pretty girl.”
you let go, arching your back and letting out the loudest moan. your eyes roll back as white blurs your vision, your body feeling fuzzy like you’re floating. grayson helps you ride out your high, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you quickly, as you start to twitch.
“there you go, baby.” he says, leaning over your tired body, pressing his lips to your neck, “that’s a good girl.”
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